Post by simba on Feb 7, 2011 20:50:11 GMT -5
By Tigon
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Simba[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Male[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Five years[/sub]
WHAT PRIDE ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
Pridelands[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR STATUS?
King[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?A large dark gold male lion with a heavy russet mane and bright amber eyes.
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Ever since Simba was a cub he was destined to become a large lion. His fur is a soft bright gold against his thick mane of russet hair. His back and hindquarters are broad and strong, giving him both power and agility. His head is heavy, strong and defined. His thick muzzle and round head hold round ears that sit snuggled into his russet mane. Simba's eyes are an expressive amber. Simba has a creamy underbelly and paws with black claws that are usually hidden within his large paws. The tuft on his tail is the same russet color as his thick mane that rests upon his broad neck and thick head. Simba is not a lion to mess around with as he has the build of a King and he certainly is a site to see.[/sub]
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Simba contains a strong leadership quality. His actions are always set to the welfare of his pride, serving as their strong leader and protector. He learned almost all of his leadership qualities from his father and emulates the king that Mufasa was. He is a responsible individual, acting accordingly in the best interest of others, along with himself. He is kind to others, especially those he knows best. However, Simba's difficult past has caused him to lose the sense of trust in those he does not know. His past also causes Simba to retain his more playful side, the years of forgetting his duties still sometimes push against his more responsible side. Simba finds it hard to resist a good romp with Nala or going out to show the lands to his children but often as with Mufasa the King seems to be pulled away right when he doesn't want to be. Simba finds that a day without any trouble is a suspicious day but one to take with open arms and spent with his family. Family is very important to him.[/sub]
He is also very overprotective of his loved ones, not wanting to go through losing them like he lost his father. Witnessing his father's death, also causes Simba to have occasional nightmares, during which he relives watching Mufasa fall to his death. Nightmares of Scar retaking the pridelands and killing off his family also haunt him, along with the hyena's that had followed the corrupt king around. Simba tries hard to keep the panick and fear that accompanies the nightmares from being seen by his pride. Simba has a suspicion that Nala knows of his nightmares despite how hard he tries to keep it under wraps. Simba misses his first born son and dearly wishes that he had been more watchful of the cub. Because he lost his father and his son to Scar and Zira he is overly wary of any outlander and rogue. Simba cannot stand the thought of Kiara or Koda being hurt in any way and it almost makes him crazy with worry. Nala seems to understand but his children find it annoying that Simba is constantly watching.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Sarabi; Mother - A dark brown lioness with deep amber eyes.[/sub]
Mufasa;Father - Deceased, A dark golden lion with a deep russet mane and expressionate amber eyes.
Nala; Mate - Cream colored lioness with green-blue eyes
Kopa; Son, thought to be dead - Dark golden lion with a brown mane and brown eyes.
Koda; Son - A pale tan lion with a dark brown mane and green eyes.
Kiara; Daughter - Golden lioness with reddish brown eyes
Makima; Niece - Medium brown lioness with blue eyes
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
Luck had been bestowed on the small pride of Lowlanders. For three days the rain had ceased its onslaught and the grounds finally became hard enough to hunt. The floodplains were still flooded of course but it was easier to navigate each pocket of land in the plain. Since the weather had cooperated for the first time in weeks King Kazabu had decided to occupy one of his favorite places in the lowlands. His light tan pelt warmed under the sun and he shook his black mane to rid himself of a pesky fly that wouldn't leave him alone. His large paws left neat imprints on the still damp ground despite the three days of sunlight and his emerald eyes glanced over at the stream that had grown to almost twice its size due to the rain fall. The waterfall ahead a few hundred miles was louder as water fell from the edge of the hard ground and crashed to the ground below. The falls quieted his always running mind and he let a breath go as his rolling gait brought him further towards the edge of the falls. Kaza had not been King of the Lowlands for long, but he had been informed about the dislike between the Highlands and Lowlands. Already Kaza had warned a few highlanders to stay away, that aggression towards him or his pride members on his turf would not be tolerated and he wasn't going to wait for an attack if they didn't back off.[/sub]
Perhaps not the best course of action but Kaza's aggressive nature when it came to protecting those who depend on him would not ever be cooled. It both made him great yet failed him in many ways. Suddenly he stopped to let his hindquarters meet the ground and he looked up towards the deep blue sky. His emerald eyes closed and a sigh left his great diaphram. His mind wandered to the times he was a youth. To when he was hated and unwanted by everyone. Where he was a nothing. "Weak, that's what you are" Kaza remembered Scars words to him when he was just a cub. "You'll never be anything. You'll die before you could even attempt to be great" Kaza had cried only a few times as a cub. He had stopped his crying when Scar, he would never call him father, gave him the scar on his shoulder. Thinking about that particular scar had the tan lion looking down at his shoulder, the ugly scar just peeking out from under his thick mane. His pink nose touched his shoulder softy, remembering things he'd rather not remember. But perhaps it was good to remember the past, the good and the bad, without allowing them to affect his future. A sudden noise made Kaza glance away from his memories and look towards the skies. A soft smirk was placed on his face as a familiar object came floating down towards him, his majordomo the secretary bird called Twiki The little birds big blue eyes widened when she saw Kaza and a little squeak was heard. "Kaza! Kaza!" She cried as her little grey and black body rocketed down to him. She flared her wings and landed sharply on his shoulder, her little talons clinging lightly to his skin. Kaza grimaced as the sharp little talons shuffled on his shoulder.
His head turned to look at the bird, her bright orange and yellow around her large blue eyes drawing his eyes while he regarded her. "Twiki I assume you have news?" He asked teasingly with a small smile. "Well, what is it?" The little bird huffed and shuffled a bit. "The lioness' have gone hunting and they have taken down a wildebeast" Kazabu nodded his head, happy that the prides luck had extended from the weather to hunting. "Good, go tell Masi to feed the cubs first, they need it" Kaza stood up and walked closer to the stream, lowering his muzzle to let his pink tongue flick out at the water. The little bird had flapped up off his shoulder and into the air, circling above him for a moment before diving down towards him. "Aren't you coming?" Twiki asked with a swoop close to his head. Kaza shook his head and turned to look up at her. "No, I want some peace to think" He told the bird quietly, dismissing her without really saying anything. The little bird nodded before taking off towards where the kill must be. They would take it back to the burrows and share with the rest. Someone would put aside some meat for him and he would eat when he returned. For now he sat down again and stared down at the water, seeing both his parents and himself. Would he ever get to see them again? Would he even be welcome?