Post by Paramedics on Mar 1, 2012 8:44:28 GMT -5
Pride Name
Flamma
website
Alpha(s)
Flamma + Theriac
Members
7
Filthen
Theriac
Silar
Alika
Iffy
Espionage
Centurion
Roleplay Sample
Filthen. Spotted male would pad into the den in which he cared to reside, a low grunt making his presence known. Carefully, he made his way to the embers which danced before him, admiring how they floated into the air and dissapeared. Eyes as dark as coal now found their way to the hay, in which he wanted to lay on. Lazy for now, he just wanted to relax, and that, he did. The King got what he wanted as his form was dropped to the ground, making an audiable 'thud' in the process. Ears laid back against his head as jaws parted to reveal his sabres and a yawn escaped from his lungs, then muzzle snaped shut. He grumbled some and then laid crania down to the dead vegitation, enjoying the warmth which soaked his backside.
Theriac. Female sat near cold, mossy rocks, brown dirt felt in her between toes. Claws plowed through the soil around her, and shoulders pulled themselves back, fur rippled from tension release. Ears flicked to the paw-steps of the handsome king and his grunt, green eyes gazed as his large form made it's way to the spread of hay nearby at the fire. She saw the small flicker of his pupils at the flame's embers, and she felt her own eyes trail to the mesmirizing flecks of fire and her body react to the heat. She shook her fur and padded away from the cold rocks, over to the male. Strands of hay flew around her as her feet lifted one after the other, easing into a stop she slipped an introductory growl, acute with a lace of affection, and plopped herself next to the bruteish boy.
Silar was one handsome male, decorated in muscle and unique markings. His stature was one many were jealous of, and he had one hell of a brain. Cocky? At times, but who wasn't, really? Beast was born to two rogues, and had yet to meet his father. The bastard proved to be disloyal to Silars mum and siblings, so his existence wasn't important to the male. Over the first two year of his life, he'd been raised mainly by Zeliq who managed to disappear recently. Zeliq was much like his sister Sicario, but definitely had more charm and heart. Paws carried him through out the lands every day, searching for a pride to join, or a female to make his. Hmph, failure continued to go on for the male, so why not just wander like a jackass? Cool snow crunched beneath his frame, with each step dragging him closer to the mouth of a seemingly familiar cave mouth. Silar had been there a few times before, when his old pal Zeliq resided in it. Man, what a flash back it was just to walk up the path. Many sabers had left their mark along said trail long before him. Body slithered through the entrance, coming into the warmth of the somewhat well light den. Nostrils inhaled the sweet scent of a fire, capturing the smell of saber, as well. Eyes scaled his surroundings, and quickly fell upon two strangers, male and female. Si planted his ass down after walking afew feet into the den. "Ah, what have we here?" voice was smooth, words dripping from his tongue just like warm fudge. Oh Silar, what a classy fellow he could come off as.
Iffy. The female took a step foward, her green eyes were now fixed onto the den that stood before her. She looked at the snow which stuck onto the rocks which formed it, water dripped slightly from some melting snow. She wanted to take a look at the dens quality, although it really didn't matter much to her. But to get a feel to the den gave her a feel of what she should expect and what she can hope for. She inhaled then exhaled before she took her steps into the den, feeling the warmth heat up her fur already. She took a moment to feel it releive her of the coldness she had felt as she had come here, and it felt satisfying. It made her know she had got a reward for something she had done, and it made it all the more worth-while. She took some steps into the den, not showing much reaction to the other sabres, before she sat down in the dirt below. "Looks like a gathering, eh?" she asked to nobody in particular, just to anybody who would answer.
Centurion. He had long since fled north in an attempt to escape the fire which marched ever onward from the south. His home? A distant, burned-out memory. That was quite alright with him, mind. This new world of white and green had thus far proven plentiful in food, water, and shelter. All essentials covered. There were just two minor things that did not sit right with the lion. One, the frigid temperatures- like nothing he had ever seen or felt, though he seemed to be braving it well -and two, the lack of company. At least one of those he could do something about, and therein had he stumbled across a den. Despite the warning signs of occupied territory, he made his way inside, shaking his fluffy white mane free of water and ice alike as soon as there was a rocky ceiling over his head. Hopefully there were no unsuspecting souls resting by the door to be splattered by the cold mixture! As if this thought had only just then occurred to him, he immediately peered around with an apologetic look on his face. Soon he straightened up, however, and his sheepish expression became something more suited to the strength of his build. Of course he was unlikely to be intimidating any of the much bulkier cats, but he could at least stand on equal footing with them when he spoke, "Hail." Simple enough.[/size]
Why should you be an official nomad pride?
Flamma is an aggressive pride, thus may not find a place to settle. They feel like they must always be on the move, patrolling the lands, scouting, etc. They're tough felines, and the cold will not stop them from exploring and conquering others. They have a sense that if the pride settles down in a certain den, then that may leave their defenses to be compromised and that they're easier to find and take down.
Being a nomadic pride gives them the advantage that they will be harder to track, and that they can easily follow food sources, if not find enemies and allies.
It just gives more opportunities by travelling, in the pride's eyes.
Allies
None as of yet.
Work hard to gain Filthen's trust.
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