Username:Poison Wolf
Lion name:Irik
Personality:-The Knight-
Irik likes to think of himself as a strong, masculine hero. He is daring, bold, and adventurous. This can sometimes get him into trouble, because he doesn't listen to his higher ups. He's headstrong and does what he thinks is right. However, Irik is also very loyal, and will defend anyone in his pride with his life. He tries to act serious, but he's actually very goofy and playful unless he is on duty, then he is serious, emotionless, and deadly. He likes to rescue and help others, even in the small, everyday things, like helping with chores.
-The Vain One-
Irik is unfailingly proud of his looks. He thinks himself as being a 'ladies' man' even though he doesn't really have much luck with the ladies. He is also increasingly proud that he doesn't have even a single scar. Due to this, he has begun to act as if he is invincible, wearing less and less armor. While this is his outward appearance; being cocky, self assured, and vain, this is not who Irik really is. Irik hides his true personality, for several reasons. One of them is so he can remain anonymous when he needs to.
-The Hopeless Romantic-
Irik, despite being outwardly flashy and arrogant, is actually rather insecure. He hides his true nature, putting on a mask to remain distanced from the other lions. He believes that if there is a lion out there for him, they will be the one that digs deeper and persists enough to know the real him. He is very sappy and he loves romance. Such as walking in the rain, old fashioned morals, and being an absolute sweetheart to the ones he loves. He is easily hopeful, and often gets crushed and heartbroken. He is a sweet guy.
Short story:The rain was pouring down rather hard on Irik's faded blue fur and the gray lionesses beside him. He smiled inwardly, pressing his warm, damp shoulder against hers companionably as they walked together in the downpour. He gently intertwined his tail with hers. She looked away, not meeting his gaze. He watched her, a worried light entering his ruby stare. She caught him looking and he flattened his ears against the drops, looking abashed. The lioness sighed. They reached a slight overhang in the rock and the lioness halted, causing Irik to stop as well.
"Irik," the lioness started slowly. Irik had a feeling he knew what she was going to say. His tail drooped slightly, and the lioness gently untangled her tail from his. She looked him in the eye and sighed again. "Look, you're really nice and all but... I just don't think you and I are right for each other," she said gently. "I'm not sure I even want a mate..." She told him. Irik nodded. "It's okay, I understand," he replied quietly, not meeting her gaze. He'd gone through this before, but it didn't make any less disappointing or painful. He then looked up at her and gave her a smile. "But hey, friends for life, remember?" He said, bumping her shoulder in a friendly manner. The lioness smiled. "Yeah, friends forever," she chuckled, glad he was apparently taking it well.
Irik and the lioness waited for the last of the rain to pass before going their seperate ways with a friendly flick of their tails. He sighed, going home in the light drizzle he stared morosely at the bleak gray pebbles and puddles. "What is it about me that makes people just want to be friends?" He mumbled with a sigh. Irik went home alone.
(300 words exactly)
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1 fact about L.O.C:The dust around their paws gives them power and strength
by starry--knight » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:45 am 
