Post by Nyanma on Sept 26, 2012 16:26:42 GMT -6
Not dead or gone. Just late. Sorry. I hope she looks good.
Name: Nyanma
Age: 4 years and 2 months
Gender: Female
Species: East African Lion
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: None as there is no pride as of yet.
Rank: Probably high, once a pride is started, as she'd be one of the first females.
Weight: 264 lbs.
Height: 3' 2'' to the shoulder/7' 7'' in length
Description: Nyanma has a pelt of golden-brown fur with a paler cream belly. She has pale yellow eyes with long lashes. She keeps her body limber, yet firm. She is mildly heavy in the brisket, though she tries to excuse it for having big lungs to help with the hunt, trying not to think she might have accumulated fat anywhere on her body so heavily.
She has a long tail with a black tuft at the end.
Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual
Picture:
(It's not accurate to what I imagined, but it was the best lioness picture I could find) <Admin edit> Picture was re sized since it stretched the page a lot.
History: Nyanma was born to a typical lion pride. She was raised amongst her siblings with much tenderness, though she was one of the earliest amongst her siblings to learn hunting. She had just a typical life. That is, until her world was flipped upside-down. Literally! While the world was changing for this new age, Nyanma's pride was caught in an upheaval of the earth and dragged below to drown in soil. Only Nyanma, who was returning from a scouting mission for food when she saw the terrible disaster, survived the pride. However, there was no pride without a lion.
The lone lioness was left to wander the shifting savannah by herself. She needed a family, even if it were just one other lone male lion. She could scarce catch prey more than a rabbit, though she occasionally found a fat aardvark which couldn't fight back very well. Nevertheless, she was a young adult lion. If she were to be caught by so much as a vengeful elephant or a pack of hyenas, she'd be done for. Still, even now, she searches the plains of Africa for a mate or any other lionesses to at least talk to.
Where do you live? She is currently staking claim beneath an acacia tree which she likes to call her home. Unfortunately, the giraffes make for nosy neighbors.
Family/Friends/Enemies? All deceased. Left to RP
Are you speciest toward different animals? Not in particular. But one shouldn't play with their food, either. For some curious reason, she does not associate zebras as prey.
Personality: Nyanma is a very vain creature. At least, she likes to come across as confident and vain, often complaining about needing to groom more or whether she's too lean or feeling overweight and sluggish. However, what she really is is scared, lonely, depressed, and nervous about growing up alone. This is primarily due to being a social creature that has suddenly found herself adrift with no friends as the world seemed to flip upside down.
She is very concerned about her health and appearance, particularly if she should meet a lion upon the savannah, but to a much lesser extent than she would lead others to believe. She is very sociable and has even tried once to join a herd of zebra, just for the sake of social interaction (they were scared off, of course). She is mildly naive to the world and so can come across as bold, when she's really just curious. She does become timid quickly, if someone insults her or gets angry at her, though.
Sample Post: Nyanma walked proudly with a rabbit in her maw. She returned to the shade of her acacia tree and plopped the rabbit down. "Honey, look at what I caught. I know it's not much, but at least it's something, right?" She pranced around the rabbit merrily, before sulking to the ground, laying next to her kill. She sighed. "At least, that'd be what I say, if I has a mate."
After several minutes, she picked the dead rabbit up by its head. Using her dewclaw with much dexterity, she made its jaw open and close. "Yeah, it really is lonely around here, ain't it?" she voiced through the dead lepus with amateur ventriloquism. "Seriously, I'd head of the savannah clearing, when a lioness was smelt, but I didn't think that meant all the lions, too. You are one sorry sucker, if I'm all you've got for company. I'll probably be gone in five minutes, anyways."
The lioness let out a louder sigh. "You aren't really helping me feel better." She flipped the prey in her paw and bounced it a couple times. "Then again, I really shouldn't play with my food." She proceeded into her meal quietly, feeling the emptiness get heavier around her.
Name: Nyanma
Age: 4 years and 2 months
Gender: Female
Species: East African Lion
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: None as there is no pride as of yet.
Rank: Probably high, once a pride is started, as she'd be one of the first females.
Weight: 264 lbs.
Height: 3' 2'' to the shoulder/7' 7'' in length
Description: Nyanma has a pelt of golden-brown fur with a paler cream belly. She has pale yellow eyes with long lashes. She keeps her body limber, yet firm. She is mildly heavy in the brisket, though she tries to excuse it for having big lungs to help with the hunt, trying not to think she might have accumulated fat anywhere on her body so heavily.
She has a long tail with a black tuft at the end.
Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual
Picture:
(It's not accurate to what I imagined, but it was the best lioness picture I could find) <Admin edit> Picture was re sized since it stretched the page a lot.
History: Nyanma was born to a typical lion pride. She was raised amongst her siblings with much tenderness, though she was one of the earliest amongst her siblings to learn hunting. She had just a typical life. That is, until her world was flipped upside-down. Literally! While the world was changing for this new age, Nyanma's pride was caught in an upheaval of the earth and dragged below to drown in soil. Only Nyanma, who was returning from a scouting mission for food when she saw the terrible disaster, survived the pride. However, there was no pride without a lion.
The lone lioness was left to wander the shifting savannah by herself. She needed a family, even if it were just one other lone male lion. She could scarce catch prey more than a rabbit, though she occasionally found a fat aardvark which couldn't fight back very well. Nevertheless, she was a young adult lion. If she were to be caught by so much as a vengeful elephant or a pack of hyenas, she'd be done for. Still, even now, she searches the plains of Africa for a mate or any other lionesses to at least talk to.
Where do you live? She is currently staking claim beneath an acacia tree which she likes to call her home. Unfortunately, the giraffes make for nosy neighbors.
Family/Friends/Enemies? All deceased. Left to RP
Are you speciest toward different animals? Not in particular. But one shouldn't play with their food, either. For some curious reason, she does not associate zebras as prey.
Personality: Nyanma is a very vain creature. At least, she likes to come across as confident and vain, often complaining about needing to groom more or whether she's too lean or feeling overweight and sluggish. However, what she really is is scared, lonely, depressed, and nervous about growing up alone. This is primarily due to being a social creature that has suddenly found herself adrift with no friends as the world seemed to flip upside down.
She is very concerned about her health and appearance, particularly if she should meet a lion upon the savannah, but to a much lesser extent than she would lead others to believe. She is very sociable and has even tried once to join a herd of zebra, just for the sake of social interaction (they were scared off, of course). She is mildly naive to the world and so can come across as bold, when she's really just curious. She does become timid quickly, if someone insults her or gets angry at her, though.
Sample Post: Nyanma walked proudly with a rabbit in her maw. She returned to the shade of her acacia tree and plopped the rabbit down. "Honey, look at what I caught. I know it's not much, but at least it's something, right?" She pranced around the rabbit merrily, before sulking to the ground, laying next to her kill. She sighed. "At least, that'd be what I say, if I has a mate."
After several minutes, she picked the dead rabbit up by its head. Using her dewclaw with much dexterity, she made its jaw open and close. "Yeah, it really is lonely around here, ain't it?" she voiced through the dead lepus with amateur ventriloquism. "Seriously, I'd head of the savannah clearing, when a lioness was smelt, but I didn't think that meant all the lions, too. You are one sorry sucker, if I'm all you've got for company. I'll probably be gone in five minutes, anyways."
The lioness let out a louder sigh. "You aren't really helping me feel better." She flipped the prey in her paw and bounced it a couple times. "Then again, I really shouldn't play with my food." She proceeded into her meal quietly, feeling the emptiness get heavier around her.
