▌▌⚔ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs° need one male.

[lady windle.]

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In the heart of the African Savannah
animal species of all shapes, sizes,
and colors are being murdered. The
creatures that slaughter them are he-
artless unforgiving beasts. They arri-
ve at any time of day and take away
whatever they want.

They lust for power, and thrive to be
the dominate species. Yet, when the
creatures they kill numbers begin to
drop they panic...

They grab for any straw to fix what
has been done.. But when is to far?

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★ - B Y. N I G H T. O N E. W A Y - ★ xxxxx
by day another. is it a curse or blessing?xxxxx

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The African Savannah is dying, man kind is panicking.
It seems that they have let it slide past the point of
rescue. Except one group, they have refused to give
up. For the past five years they have been working
day and night to save the Savannah. Test after test
they have failed, but yet they have never given up.

Today ten teens will enter into the Savannah as the
last pride of African Lions. Their job, save the land.
Their mission, stay hidden. They are the last hope.

[lady windle.]

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1- All of Chickensmoothie's rules of
conduct apply on the role play thread
and on the discussion thread. 2- The-
re are nine spots available. { 4 males,
5 females }. Reservations hold for 24
hours. 3- You must be able to type at
least one paragraph. { 5 sentences. }
w. word-block. 4- All members of the
pride in human form must have a lion
tattoo somewhere on their body. 5- All
content must remain PG-13 meaning;
any cussing, sexual content, or violent
scenes must remain detailed to a mini-
mum. 6- One character per player. 7-
Do not kill without permission. If your
character is on a hunt they cannot bring
down big game without. Be realistic. 8-
Absolutely no god mobbing! No perfect
characters or instant love. Drama is wel-
come! 9- If you join please please remain
active. Involve everyone and have funn!! ♥

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You are one of ten teens between the age of 17-20 who were chosen by a group of environmental sciences to embark in one of the biggest breakthroughs man has ever seen. You were morphed, and matured into a pride of hybrid lions able to change from two legged human to four legged lion at anytime they pleased. For two years they were kept under lock and key, trained, and taught how to use their talents. Shown the ways of which you must survive in the wild, and how you are the last hope for the Savannah.

Below the Rhino Horn of Africa on a reserve in Kenya your story will begin. Two days ago you and the pride were dropped here, marked with the tattoo of a lion somewhere on your skin you are undercover. Whatever rest in your past is to be left there, this your life now, the nine people in your pride are your new family, and whatever happens here can not be taken back. Live, die, fail, or prevail the outcome of the Savannah is in your paws.

This is your new home, your pride was dropped here a water source, plenty of cover, and just up the slope hunting grounds. On it there are plenty of zebra, water-buffalo, wilder-beast, warthogs, and gazelle. We also share the land with elephants, giraffes, hyenas, cheetahs, and leopards. We are the new kids on the block and have quite a mountain to climb. To the east is a small village, they are the peaceful down to earth natives they believe in sharing the land with animals. To the west lives this village, much bigger and more modern they are our biggest threat.

This world is new to us, and under no circumstances are we be found out. We are not allowed to have any contact with the outside world. If you dare to enter the villages you are entering at your own risk. Your leaders have strict orders not to intervene. Without your pride you are alone, do not go against them for no one will come to your aid. Your mission begins here.

[lady windle.]

The Lead Guard:
Name: Alexander
Age: Twenty
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: .:Opal:.

The King:
Name: Clayton
Age: Twenty
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: .01.

The Prince:
Name: Talon
Age: Nineteen
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: night .

The Guard:
Name: Here
Age: Here
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: Open

The Guard:
Name: Blake
Age: Twenty
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: ᴛʜᴇᴡᴏʟғ

Relationships:
None at the Moment.

[lady windle.]

The Huntress:
Name: Tatum
Age: Nineteen
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: aphasic

The Lead Huntress:
Name: Here
Age: Here
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: change;

The Huntress:
Name: Duraal
Age: Twenty
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: Nightra

The Huntress:
Name: Evie
Age: Nineteen
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: costanza

The Huntress:
Name: Amber
Age: Eighteen
Lion Image: Here
Role Player: aussiebear100

Relationships:
None Yet

[lady windle.]

We are now open and accepting reservations.

Discussion Thread. All Forms Here Please.

[lady windle.]

Clayton laid paw over paw his large head rested a top. Before him their new home, the open wild and unforgiving plains of Aftica. However for him and his pride the knowledge and skill they knew back in the training facility would do them little good here. Here the object moved, fought back, and knew a hell of a lot more just being born then they did in the two years of studying. In this unforgiving world the top predators were the new kids on the block, and as far as the other animals were concerned they were at the bottom. For this pride of ten lion human hybrids the task was a mighty one and at the lead of it all was Clayton.

Huffing hard as his striking blue eyes shifted to look upwards as the sun began to burn away the dark sky there was no going back. Here in their temporary home they were 'safe'. Placed beyond the lines of the other animals in an area untouched only reachable by two legs with trucks. However Clayton had gotten orders to move out at the next sunset unknowing to the rest of the pride. He had been told they needed to get up and get out, they were not on protected grounds so in theory they were safe from four legged threats not two legged. They had to move, and relocate on the reserve. It was there only chance of surviving.

Their only chance... His mind wrapped around that one phrase, was he ready to lead them? Was he ready to take on this challenge? Sure they had all been tested, watched, and made to fit their position which left Clayton being the leader. Pinning his round ears hard into his thick dark colored mane he had forgotten or rather misplaced what all that entitled. Protecting, leading, and ordering the rest of his group. He would have to fight, not only non lion species and two legs, but other lions, travelled from afar in hope of taking away his girls. He would have to protect with his life, never let his guard down and never ever ever ever break his cover. The idea was scary, and what was worse it was his reality.

Chills shot down his spine as a bird that lived in the local bush shot over his head. Grunting under his breath the large male pushed himself up and gave his body a hard shake. Flexing his muscles, pushing his claws in and out his toes he let out a hard groan. Today was their first day in the wild and they had to make the best of it, it was time to make their presents known. Clayton and his pride of nine were coming, and there was no stopping them. Perking his ears up high, he pushed his paws into the cool stone under foot inhauled a slow and deep breath before pulling his head in and shoving it forward letting it out a loud, booming, bone chilling, glass shattering roar.

Echoing through the air, passing through the yellowed grass, bouncing off the trunks of trees, and sending birds into the flight the Savanna would awaken to his calls.

[eleutheromania]

Ｔａｌｏｎ  Ｒａｖｅｎｗｏｏｄ

nineteen // no love interest // the prince // tags; clayton

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sleeping, that was exactly what he was doing right now, splayed out on his back, seeming to have no care in the world. the nineteen year old looked so young and fragile when he was sleeping, though when he was awake, that was a different story. talon's paws twitched every now and then, indicating that he was dreaming about something, what, only he could tell you. the weather was nice and clear and sun bathing was something he enjoyed quite a lot in this form. talon's wasn't a heavy sleeper, so sneaking up on him wouldn't be easy and it seemed he wouldn't be enjoying his slumber for much longer.

the loud sound that reached his ears woke him with a start, slightly out of it as he opened his eyes. he had to take a moment to remember where he was and why he was here. at first, he turned into his stomach and pushed himself up to his paws. with a yawn, the male stretched out his limbs before he glanced around. it seemed he had strayed some bit from where the others were, not that he cared much. with one last look around the area, he picked a random direction to head in, well it wasn't totally random.

the closer he drew, the quieter he became. he knew what he was doing and in doing so it would probably be funny only to him. his target came into view, the source and person who had pulled him out of his amazing dream. talon stalked low, making little sound as he gained ground on the king from behind. one paw in front of the other he was now close enough. settling his weight on his hind end, he pushed himself forward, aiming to jump right on clayton.

[Nightra]

Name: Duraal Mahfaeraak
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Rank: Huntress
Other: Blind
Tagged: Clayton & Talon

"Pulvis et umbra sumus."
(We are but Dust and Shadows.)
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~Duraal~
A soft and light music gently rang out over the lone space. The sun had yet to full rise over the horizon, but a faint glow had started to rise. Hidden behind some rocks off from the others is where I sat, playing the soft melody I had learned so long ago. The small wooden ocarina held tightly with in my palms, as my lips folded over it gently. The sound was smoothing and oh how I had forgotten it. I never was able to play it back in the facility, and that was why I slipped out really early this morning and moved off enough to be out of listening distance. As the song came to an end, I lowered my hands down, letting the instrument rest upon my lap. Ever so carefully my eyes opened up, an odd rare silver color looking out into the world, but with a blank stare. I sat there silent and still for a moment before I placed the Ocarina back into my pocket and stood up, stretching as I did so.

I moved back so I faced the direction were my pride had hunkered down for the night. With soft gently steps I moved forward, my two legs becoming four as I turned from human to a darker color lioness. I always had, had a silent step, more so then the normal person, but that came from me being blind. I had taught myself to walk quietly in order so I could hear the rest of the world better. Just as the sun had started to really peek over the horizon, a small increase of the temp telling me so, I made it back to the others and laid back down in my post at the edge of the other lionesses. Just as my head was gently placed upon my large crossed paws I could hear the rustling of the leader. It appeared that Clayton had awoke from his slumber. He appeared to stay and probably think for a bit as I just listened to him, my own eyes closed off to the world. You would think that I was sound asleep.

A roar, one that I was not a fan of what so ever. The roar did it's job tho, waking those around. My head was lifted up sharply as a small grumble like growl escaped my lips. My paw slowly rubbed up against my ears taking the slight ringing out of them. I may have never had the pleasure of seeing but I had a lot better hearing then anyone else here. Oh yes I had hearing better then most other animals, enough to hear the soft steps of a lone lion as he seemed to approach the King.

I did not move, I still just laid there, my lifeless eye staring off into the distance as I listen to Talon, the prince, approach out King. The younger male was probably up to his old tactics of getting into trouble. I never found anything wrong with it, if anything more humors then not. After all I was not really liked, nor relied on that much and so all I could do was listen.

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[.:Opal:.]

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[iceland.]

♕ ＡＭＢＥＲ

➸ crush ;; open
➸ tagged ;; open
➸ feeling ;; content

Large paws were presses the hard ground as light greenish Amber colored eyes scanned the horizon. The female was unable to sleep so she instead decided to look at the view of her new home. The Savannah. Amber always imagined what Africa looked like but never imaaginrd this. She never imagined as a little girl being able to live in it. Not as a lion at least. She knew it would be difficult, it would be full of danger but she was up for it. After all her old family was gone, she could not bring them back and now she has a new family. One full of other people like her.

Amber knew she was the youngest or at least the second youngest depending when Mark's birthday was. Her was in April, early April. However it never really fazed the teen and now lioness. Age to her was really mostly a number. Amber was never one to pay attention to age, she knew most of the others were a year or a couple of years older than her and most were taller than her but once more it did not bother her. She was used to being around other people who were taller and older than her.

Amber's eyes watched the sun as it rose a bright golden yellow surrounded oranges and reds. By now she lost in her own thoughts to pay attention to anything else. Her form was changed from her tan lioness to her redheaded human form with bright blue eyes. She sat with her chin resting on her knees and her thin yet strong arms wrapped around her legs. She sat quietly listening to the nature around her. For the most part it was silent. Birds were heard occasionally but that was really all the noise that was heard. The redhead finally had some peace with her mind clear and done wandering for the time being and her blue eyes closed as she began to drift into a light sleep. The only sleep she had in the last day or so.