I would like to adopt!
Number: 9
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Name: Zeba (Yes i meant to spell it this way, it's Zeba, not Zebra, in case you were wondering if it was a misspelling)
Species: Kayrah
Personality: Zeba is very tough and strongwilled. He likes being around small groups of females so they can look up to him. He is very independant and highstrong, but sometimes it's for the better as it gives him more decisiveness.
Likes: He loves eating roses, tulips, and most large flowers. He loves the spotlight, being in charge, and being thought of highly.
Dislikes: Humans, Predators, and anything that might make him look bad/weak
Background: (not complete)
Ever since he was a newborn suckling on his mother, he was small. The runt of the litter, was what it was called. His siblings always made fun of him, joked about him never growing big or strong enough to be a good kayrah, and never getting a girl. These things angered him but whenever he tried to fighyt his siblings, he was pinned down, beaten, whatever you want to call it. He

HATED

it badly and vowed to someday be the best, largest, and strongest Male Kayrah there ever was.
When he left his mother, he was still small. at least 1/4 smaller then his littermates had been. But he held his head high and proud as he took off to explore the world, a world that he would claim as HIS world.
The first time he ran into anouther male, he was beaten badly and kicked out. But slowly, he became stronger and began winning all battles he was in. He decided it was time. He went straight to the head kayrah, strange since kayrah were loners but there was a head male. Jake. Zeba's father. jake made fun of Zeba just like evryone else and zeba was furious. He attacked his father and clawed, bit, and did all he could to win the battle except death. As he held jake's throat tightly he said, "I am the leader now, and i NEVER want to see your scrawny skin EVER again!" As he released, Jake took off limping and beaten. Zeba, the tiny/puny kayrah, was in charge.
AT the age of 6, Zeba was respected by every Kayrah he came across. The males cowered when he passed, the females smiled flirtingly, and the children looked in awe. Zeba would smile kindly and hold his head high, showing he was not afraid of anything. He had beaten his father, and many other males. This small Kayrah, who was beaten, pinned down, and called mulitible names for being small when he was young, was the ruler and NO one would change that until his death.