Ubakají;

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[atrb=background, i45.tinypic.com/30ixqxh.png] Name: Ubakají. Age: Five. Gender: Male. Species: African Lion. Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group:None/Loner. Rank: N/A. Weight: 406 pounds. Height: Four feet, and two inches. Description: A thick, yellowed hide stretches over the great expanse of the male's body. He is noticeably lighter, almost 'white', considering his has a rare color mutation that has effect on the pigmentation of his fur. Ubakají's eyes are are pale, ghostly, blue. Almost soulless. His mane is always wild, strewn around his massive head in an odd, but demeaning way. Like most male lions, he has one hell of a collection of scars. Large scars are indented on his body, face, but none caused everlasting serious damage. Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual. History: Ubakají is thought to be an old soul, born into his dark and sinful ways. His childhood was not one of his pride's liking. Being the only cub of twelve, to have survived, that held the same 'beautiful appearance' of his father, it almost went unsaid that Uba was to be the king one day. He didn't mind. In fact, he accepted it, and became very close to his father. Whom, he didn't know the name of, besides 'Sir'. Now, whenever he was not along his father's side, he was causing havoc among the pride. Getting into fights with younger and older siblings alike, even his mother and aunts. These conflicts usually arose from him playing 'too rough', or 'not knowing how to take a joke'. That's what he told the others to tell the lionesses. He would start cruel games, where he would bite down on another's neck and see who could last the longest. He always won. Soon, this game went too far. He hadn't let go when his brother caved, and the gurgling of his blood clogging and spilling out of his throat sounded. He dropped him. While the others scattered, running to their mothers', he simply sat and watched as his brother died at his paws. It was exhilarating. After he had been dead for a minute or two, Uba rolled the body over and over across the grass until he finally reached the river. His siblings knew not to tell. And thus, when they were asked about their brother's whereabouts, stories of elephants, cheetahs, and hyenas spouted into the air. He shook his head, not willing to make up a lunatic story. After that, Ubakají thought it best not to mix his past times with his family. For they would only get him found out. Instead, he stuck to himself most of the time, daydreaming. It was then he grew close to his sister, Raleigh. They grew up together, learned together. They were inseparable. She would tell her day's accomplishments to him every night under a stray tree. And every night, she would ask him about his day, he would reply with nothing. He was sitting there, waiting for her. He dreamt of her, thought about her during the day, and spent most of his time with her. When the time came where the last tufts were filling in on his mane, something strange began to overtake him. Urges. Urges threatened to overtake him whenever he was around her. Suddenly, he came to the conclusion he was in love with her. In love with Raleigh. In love with his sister. Possibly obsessed with her. And if he wasn't mistaken, she felt the same about him. And he made up in his mind, that they would be together. Run away together. He waited under the tree they had claimed months before, a sense of longing and need building in the confines of his chest. When the faint silhouette of her approaching, his head tilted to the side and he watched her walk towards him the entire way. The dip from her midsection to her hips swayed with each tauntingly slow step. It enticed him, and caused nothing less than a deep, wanting growl to rumble in the pits of larynx. Finally, she reached him and sat. Naturally beginning to unravel the the highlights of her day while he just stared at her. She finished. And they stared at each other for a moment, and all of the thoughts Ubakají had been thinking, ever though slowly, carefully slipped from his tongue. She looked astonished, but not truly petrified, and something else he couldn't make out. He figured it was a good thing. He stood, and unhesitantly pressed his head against her, rolling the bottom of his chin atop her head. She didn't move. Unconsciously, his tongue rasped lazily across her shoulder before she stood, and rubbed her head along his chest. She loved him back! She had started mumbling incoherent words when he brushed himself along her side, to her hindquarters, when he had begun to position himself, to complete the act of their love, she bucked away. Confused, Ubakají furrowed his face in a frown. She spoke, but he wasn't listening, he just wanted her touch again, to feel him under him, submitting. He moved towards her, and she turned, so that they were circling each other. Quite annoyed at this point as to why she was playing games, with no warning, he threw his weight at her. Slapping a heavy paw across her torso to hold her down, he grasped hold of her hips and gave into her. He didn't hear what was going on around him, just the sound of her screaming; "Ubakají" Ubakají is not his name given by his mother. It's something simple like sun, or love. Nothing fit for a king. Ubakají means rape. And thus, it is the name he goes by now, the only thing his sister has given him, besides a broken, childish dream. The next morning he awoke to his lover gone. Thinking nothing of it as if he had done so for years, he stretched, his tongue groggily lapping at the roof of his mouth. His eyes still hooded with drowsiness, he felt someone approaching behind him. Not expecting what was to come, he twisted his cranium around on its axis only for him to be knocked onto the ground by a heavy creature. Stunned, he fixated his eyes upon his father with a stoic expression. He looked livid. What had he done this time? With the beginnings of his excuse already forming in his mind, he had begun to speak, but only saliva and and a heave exerted from his muzzle as a paw pressed down on his trachea. Knowing it was better to do nothing with a bigger male standing above him, he laid lax, staring into the regretful irises that matched his own. But he was nothing like him. He spoke of Raleigh saying he took advantage of her, he simply lowered his lids. She betrayed him. She betrayed their love. His father retracted his paw, turning away from his son, and ordering he be gone by midnight. It was more than enough time for him to finish the thought that was formulating in his mind. At the brink of dusk, he sat along thick underbrush, waiting for his sister to pass. He was in the heart of the territory, where one would pass multiple times of the day, it was inevitable. He stared forward, keeping his eyes forward, and his ears constantly rotating along the crown of his skull. A movement beside him caused his head to jerk in the direction. Nothing. His tongue ran the length of his jowls before he slowly clocked his apex in place, but there a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. By a tree, up ahead, an unmistakable figure sat, her back to him. He breathed out, and advanced towards her. She didn't move as he stood right behind her, his breath hitting the crook of her neck. Her head snapped back with her jaws agape, attempting to bite at him. He hastily placed a paw against her shoulder and pressed his weight down. It was easy to pin her. Why was it so easy? He looked down at his sister-what he once would have thought as a lover, but know looked at as a traitor. She didn't love him. And he, possibly, didn't love her. -No, he did. Confusion. Why couldn't she love him? He debated this with himself as he stared down at her, deciding whether or not to let her go or just kill her for the inconvenience she posed over his own feelings. He chose the latter, and swiftly punctured his teeth into her neck. Not wanting to taste her foul blood dripping down his throat, he simply let go, and walked off. Leaving her there to rot in his and her loss. Where do you live? He lives along the Savannah, really. He has no set 'home', as he travels from place to place, but quite ready to settle down and start a pride.. Family/Friends/Enemies? Most species irritate him, but he can manage. Personality: A sickness courses its way through his body. It screws with his brain, makes him think the unthinkable, and attempt to do the undo-able. Nothing is impossible in his mind. He will try and try again if he does not succeed, failing is not an option. There is no such thing as failing, he will always succeed. He will always win. Insanity is the illness that runs through him. Something he can not control, but something he does not try to fight, either. He embraced it some time ago, and it has only made him stronger. He no longer questions himself, he no longer doubts his abilities, he no longer fears death. If anything, he's Death's friend. He's seen him multiple times, the times he foolishly struck into battle. Almost died. But he never died. He always got back up. He always will get back up. Emotions. Something he wish he did not have, but oh, he does. He's one of few who pushes them down, deep into a pit of darkness, somewhere unreachable. Somewhere where they can not bubble up and contradict his current actions. But you can only go so far. That place is seemingly non existent. They always come back, always, at the wrong time. They have never truly stopped his actions, only caused him to hesitate the slightest, before he pushes them away. Later he would go and dig a deeper grave for them to reside in, waiting for them to slowly crawl their way out. Ubakají has never really had a close attachment to anyone, besides the lion he knows as his father. He would most likely never have a female holding the title as 'his mate'. The title sounds promising, but all of the 'lovey-dovey', stereotypical things that come with that title repulse him. He'd much rather have a beautiful hoard of females whom he relieved himself with, and bore all of his offspring. After all, every great King needs a legacy. Females. The word brings only one thought to him; sex. What else are they good for, other than supplying food? They're practically useless organisms without their precious reproductive systems. A barren female might as well drown in a river, to be eaten by the crocodiles. Not even good enough for the vultures to pick upon. Most times, he likes to play rough with females, riling them up before cooing to them. He likes leaving his mark on them, too. Rather it be something serious, or just a bite mark, scratch or two, around the hindquarters will subdue him, if it were to be a one time thing. Now, once he gathers suitable females for the pride he will surely have, he'll most likely brand them in some sort of way. To make sure they know they're his. Ooh, he's gone over how, when, and where he'll mark their bodies. He, it, and others will know what is his property. He refuses to back down, to run from a fight, to give up. He'd much rather die by salivated jaws, then the coaxing hands of Death urging him to cross planes because of his old age. In fact, that could be the one fear he identifies. Age. He can't even imagine himself being overpowered because of his lack of strength, and mobility. He doesn't even think of this, he believes he'll stay in his prime until he's actually bored of life, and ready to pass on. Submitting is not something he recognizes. Domination, oh yes, that's a word he knows all too well. Seeing others cower and scurry away because of him brings a sense of overwhelming pride that nothing else can provide. Socializing with this beast is something that shall be remembered. Sarcasm; something he loathes, and vows not to use. If a sarcastic remark was said towards him, he will press how mentally challenged and ignorant one must be to use such degrading speech. Slow to speak. Quick to listen. Not necessarily slow to anger. Despite his state of mind, Ubakají is patient. He knows good things come to those who wait. And he waits. He believes in a deity, yes, and fates of others are intertwined, all in one, big, gruesome book. He is not one to be around when angered, the delicious entity swarms around him in waves, and never wants to leave. He can be calm at times, which is the closest to kind and compassionate he'll ever get. An unnerving calm, almost. He tends to stare, unblinkingly at another when observing them. He bases his intentions with one, depending on that first encounter. First impressions are everything. Naturally, the actions of others persuade his reactions. Whether they be good or bad, he's never one to intentionally instigate an altercation. He's too good for that.

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