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To win this Hyena tell me something about where they come from, their family or culture, any traditions they might keep to.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Hyena Name:[/b]
[b]Hyena Gender:[/b]
[b]Pride: [/b](link to thread)
[b]Pride Status:[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]

End Date: 2/17/21

[beebun]

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- fire-worshippers?
- believes fire to be the thing that created everything
- wip

[Mercuré]

Username: irockwaffleking
Hyena Name: Vulcan Agni
Hyena Gender: male
Pride: The Pantheon
Pride Status: traveler
Prompt:

Vulcan was a proud member of the Agni family, something you could tell by the tattoo he wore on the palm of his hand. Vulcan displayed it proudly not just because out of love for his family but because it was a sign that meant he was an expert. As a member of the Agni house Vulcan (like all the other pups) had been trained in how to tame fire. The Agni were famous for their variety of occupations and talents that came from their understanding and control of fire. His sister was a traveling performer who ate fire, his brother a chef who's barbeque was infamous, his mother a glass blower, and his father a smith like him. Vulcan's father had spent many days teaching him how to perfect his craft. Now Vulcan's materials, tools, and creations are highly prized. He spends his time either working in the forge or traveling the nearby lands to trade his wares. Everything he creates he likes to add touches of his homeland tradition whether it be inscribed words in his language or small depictions of the deities, Vulcan loves to share his culture with the world.

[Cactologist]

Username: Cactologist
Hyena Name: Mirehitra ("fiery" in Malagasy)
Hyena Gender: Female
Pride: Ukusizana Pride
Pride Status: Princess
Prompt: wipWhen the tide came in, Mirehitra's pack always had the caves. Their refuge, their escape, their place to call home. When the caves were no longer an option, though, where was she to go?

[nio]

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[Runnersback]

Username: Runnersback
Hyena Name: Eytukan
Hyena Gender: Male
Pride: Realms of L’Oasis Lo
Pride Status: “the Map-Maker”
Prompt:

Preservation. Eyuktan comes from the lands of those who decides that freezing themselves for three fourths of the year will make them gods. Yes, he finds his culture a bit odd but that’s what makes him, him! But there always has been that little pup inside him screaming and shouting,”Don’t preserve yourself Eyuktan! You won’t make it out of this one alive!” But still he does it, does it so he doesn’t become the outcast despite so many fatalities the freezing process leaves on the pack. Many once frozen don’t ever thaw out again but luckily Eyuktan has been one of the lucky few to make it out each spring.

Then comes the time of the celebrating, these few hyenas manage to throw a feast for themselves that could feed fourty adult lions. The feasting and dancing goes on for the rest of the year before the big freeze takes place and the hyenas are back to being preserved, rather frivolous one might say. But this year Eyuktan doesn’t follow his pack members into the ice pit, his views have changed. He views if his pack continues this lifestyle they will be entirely wiped from the mountains for good. This causes chaos amongst the others, but if they only turned around to see that Eyuktan was gone.

As Eyuktan traveled far and wide introducing himself to new cultures and trying to adapt to them none tickled him red like cartography. This was his culture now, this was his new and healthy life. Maybe he secretly was always a god but many will never know.

[DraconisSumeris]

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[Tiger♥Bear]

Username: Tiger♥Bear
Hyena Name: Makena
Hyena Gender: Female
Pride: Pekee Pamoja
Pride Status: Wanderer
Prompt:

Makena isn't like the typical hyena found in the neighboring areas of the pekee pamoja pride. Her family had been a small faction that broke off from the typical ideals. Scavenging. Using brute force to get their way. her ancestors had wanted a better way. A more peaceful way. Despite her family wanting peace, they weren't always greeted the same way. They were essentially outcasts. Belonging to neither the hyena packs or being welcomed by the pride or even wild dog pack. Though it made life difficult, they were determined. She was raised to always show a kind heart even to those that would not deserve it. It's a tough lesson and even harder practice, but she manages. Recently it seems her families efforts are finally paying off. Some of the lions withhold their aggression and attempt civil conversation. It may be a long road ahead of them still but the first steps to better relations has just begun and Makena is anxious to see where this road will lead.

[EchoIre]

Username: EchoIre
Hyena Name:
Hyena Gender: Male
Pride: (link to thread)
Pride Status:
Prompt:
wip

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Username: ԏєѧѻӆғוѓԑ
Hyena Name: elio
Hyena Gender: male
Pride: Desert Bluffs
Pride Status: founder
Prompt: (530 words)

The ground is crisp and cool beneath his toes, biting, not painfully but coldly, seeping up into his legs. Water droplets from the darkness above occasionally collide with his fur in tiny explosions, pieces and particles going every which direction, sprinkling all around the area outside where they hit. The heavy, earthy smell of the cave, accentuated by metallic tang and watery crispness, all of it overwhelming his own scent and the scent of his packmates, making them all but invisible whenever they are out of his line of sight.

They follow the underground river deeper into the cave, glowing crystalline structures and bioluminescent moss under the surface of the water keeping them from falling to a cold, watery death. The crystals and moss become more and more frequent as they approach the heart of the cave, where a glowing pool quietly gurgles, its voice filled with blue mysteries. The hyenas gather around it and the tiny newcomer follows their lead, sitting down near the edge and staring into the water. There are crystals beneath the surface in a variety of colours, each a soft pastel that seems to warp and vibrate as the surface of the water moves above it. He listens in enamored silence, not to the pack matters being discussed by the adults, not to the ceremonial speech given above his head, but to the humming colours of glowing crystals calling to him from the depths, which seems to get louder and louder in his head until he is pushed from behind and submerged in the coolness of the pool. From here, it seems only one of the crystals is calling his name, and as he swims down towards it he feels the cold disappear from his bones, replaced with the soft, orange-red warmth of the crystal his eyes were trained on, right up until it fills his mouth with heat, his teeth clamping down on its clear crispness and dislodging it with ease from the rocks below.

As he emerges triumphant from the pool he hears the proud cackles from his pack around him and he feels wonderful. Powerful. Warm. Aflame. Like he had never been shivering from the cold before, like he had never been nervous in the days before this event for how it would go. As his crystal is wrapped in woven silver and placed as a pendant around his neck, he feels he belongs, and as his dull coat seems to burst into flaming colour he howls with delight. He is congratulated - recognized - named - and as the others of his age are cast one by one into the pool and return with their prizes he rejoices with them. He huddles near his friends as the meeting continues in matters irrelevant to the young, helping to groom and dry them, inspecting their crystals and beaming with pride in them, and he feels warm. He feels correct. He is Elio - the sun - a warm and happy tangle of limbs among his peers, brimming with a cheerfulness that fills him from the inside and drips from his eyes as he celebrates this feeling of being full, and loved, and warm.