His eyes are a deep hazel brown, perhaps even a tad green in certain lighting. Araali's pelt colour is that of a typical lion. If anything, it is a shade or two darker, especially upon his face. Various colours intertwine upon his face. His main colour is a dark tan, though surrounding his eyes and nearing his lips, a lighter brown once again emerges. His lips then proceed to cut off into a pure white with strands of brown laced within it.

Upon closer inspection, many can easily see the several scars that litter his body. They range in both depth and side, whether it having occurred from other lions, predators, or humans. His most noticeable one, however, is the two bullet holes in his left ear. His voice is that of a modulated, stentorian, and baritone one.

Araali is an intimidating creature, but entirely approachable.

Araali is a unique male in such that he is an overall peaceful feline.

He is not one to show signs of aggression unless he is defending himself or somebody he values, and is typically a respectful and gentle individual. Even when threatened, he will brush it off and remain composed, however, it depends on the severity of the situation; he strives his best to not escalate it. He is normally calm and level-headed when danger is near, and is not one to crack under severe pressure. It is what has helped him survive for so long.

He is a proud and stoic lion who, while may seem serious or intimidating at first, is nothing but a gentle giant. The masculine is one to even initiate a game or act in a playful manner, for Araali cares little of what others think of him and is fairly humble. Rather, it is clear that the male has a pure soul, for he's loud and hearty, always one to be the first to laugh or crack a joke. He is always in a good mood, truly. There is never a day where one would see Araali scowl or sulk.

Rather charming and a tad debonair, the male always compliments anybody he sees and can be a tad.. well, flirtatious. He is not overly so, but will throw a wink here or there or offer a playful jab to lighten the mood. He is a reliable individual to all he encounters. Araali is somebody that can be easily counted on, for he is known to be selfless. He will do favours out of the kindness of his heart and ask for not a single thing in return. Truly, he's glad to assist.

Now, Araali, like most others, can separate pleasure from work. He knows when to be serious, and knows when it is inappropriate to act foolish. In those situations, one can see that he is a hard-worker who always puts everything he has into tasks. His greatest trait is that he does all that he possibly can in a given situation; he gives it his all. Well-spoken and articulate, Araali has an impressive thought process. He is able to debate his side of things fairly well and always ensures that all parties are satisfied. While he may be a smooth-talker, he is best when it comes to planning.

Being alone for so long, he has encountered many situations that he has had to escape from. As a result, he has learned how to plan and strategize efficiently and constantly changes his game plan with each new experience he faces. Like mentioned before, it has also taught him how to remain collected and composed when facing threats. Araali only turns to violence if no other option presents itself.

Overall, he is a charming, hearty, and selfless creature that puts his heart into everything he does.

History/Summary: Araali was born into a separate pride with two sisters and a singular brother. Like most male lions, he left his pride when he reached of age, deciding to depart before being kicked out. At the age of two, he left with his brother. In the end, Araali and his brother separated and went on their own ways. He would wander for a few months until stumbling across another pride. The current leader was elderly and slow, so Araali took his chance and had challenged him. In the end, Araali won, taking over and exiling him with minor injuries. Araali had a good thing going on, but he was inexperienced and young. He grew into his role, even brought in a litter of cubs. However, at the age of four, a small coalition of lions had arrived, challenging Araali and beating him. As a result, he was exiled with severe wounds, his cubs slaughtered. Since then, he has been a nomad, licking his wounds and ego.

{ A I N A }

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Aina is a tall lioness, and both her late parents' genetics play in her favor. Standing at almost four feet to the shoulder, she sports a muscular but agile body type; while she is not built all-agility or all-strength, she has a nice skillset in both. Her endurance is high and, while her speed is not the most remarkable, she is in prime condition to run long distances. Her muscles are well-defined and wiry, certainly enhancing the more intimidating appearance she has.

Aina has graceful, feminine features over all. Large, pale dusty blue eyes are framed by thick eyelashes, dark skin, and sleek white fur. Her nose is a mottled mixture of pink and black with the former color congregating around the center groove. Long, shining teeth are visible with the mischievous grin she occasionally sports.

Aima's coat is white, but she has darker cream and gray shading around her face, ears, shoulders, and rump. Her fur is short, soft, and sleek, keeping her warm but also effectively shedding heat. She has a fair number of scars, though none are overly noticeable, that she has gained through mainly hunting endeavors; a few were gained from lions and lionesses in her previous pride.

Aina's voice is low and almost sultry, though it carries a hardened tone of a more dominant animal. She speaks eloquently and carries herself in a more regal manner befitting a lioness of a higher station; however, there is nothing pompous about her walk or mannerisms. She is not an arrogant creature, nor does she try to impose her ways on others. Aina leads in a more natural way, focusing first on herself and her own actions.

Personality

If loyalty and protectiveness were personified, they would be Aina. She is a quiet, reserved lioness -- until her family and her pride is threatened. Aina's strength is both physical and mental, and she will unleash all of the underworld on the unfortunate soul who dared attempt harm her family in any way. She can have quite the harsh mouth when she feels like it, and sharp claws don't hurt either.

Aina's forte is mental destruction. This female can locate a weakness and stab at buttons like no other. She whips up lies more easily than anything, and she's good at weaving stories. Of course, in her current circumstances, this gift has been used mainly for the entertainment of her younger pridemates, but there has been a time or two when she has waged psychological war on another lion or lioness. That time is coming once more.

She is quite mature. While Aina is aloof and certainly not the most outgoing creature, she can hide it when she needs to and will grin and bear it. She is adventurous, but her idiotic actions died within her first year or so of life. Now, she is much more rational in her decisions and plans before doing. She measures threats and formulates actions accordingly; there is nothing sudden or sporadic about this lioness.

She enjoys hunting, though playing with cubs is her favorite pastime. She keeps an eye on expectant or new mothers to make sure everything goes smoothly, as she has seen the drastic effects that can occur when there is a hiccup in the birthing process. In such situations -- in any stressful time, actually -- Aina maintains a level head and her composure, allowing her to think rationally and find a quick, effective solution to the problem. She is not below asking for help, though that is usually a last resort.

She is an intelligent, guarded creature, keeping nearly all of her emotions and unneccessary thoughts to herself. She can hide the aforementioned treasures quite well and can easily throw up false ones when needed. Aina hates showing weakness herself and is always striving to be "the greatest" in all that she does. It's not really a competition between her and the other lionesses; in her mind, the only opponent she needs to gain the upper hand on is herself. If someone is better suited for a job, then let them take it. Aina is not easily offended -- at least, not by personal attacks.

Then, there is the flip side to her. When threatened, or when her family is threatened, this light lioness takes on a very dark personality. She is not afraid to shed blood, and she can be downright terrifying with both her words and actions when placed in a hard spot. Aina is physically capable and, while she may not be able to take down a challenging lion, she will give them the beating of their life. She can become very revenge-driven and almost bloodthirsty. A real menace to society.

History

Aina's mother was a lone lioness and was pregnant when she joined the Ridge Pride. Thus, Aina was born inside, and she never knew who her father was. Her mother was killed in a hunting accident when she was six months old. Aina grew to be a superb huntress, mostly due to the fear that if she were not, she would be killed. She escaped the pride with several other lionesses and a few cubs.

Crush: Open

Mate: None

Cubs: None

Other

The King's build truly shows off his powerful size, with long legs and a muscular physique. Sinewy flesh stretches across his bones, large and impressive. It does nothing to take away from his dominant, mighty aura. In fact, it really only adds to the atmosphere of aggressive dominance that surrounds the male. He looks like a creature that you wouldn't want to mess with, and he's proven that to be true on multiple occassions.

Whilst the male might not be entirely covered in scars, he is most certainly not free of them. He has one on his nose, another on his forehead, and many that litter themselves across his shoulders, flanks, legs and sides. Whilst he is a giant specimen, that does not mean that others are completely against fighting him, and he has had his fair share of battles, leaving him with a few gifts to show off his prowess.

His mane, whilst not the largest or fluffiest out there, is thick across his neck and shoulders. It starts as a tan-golden shade, very similar to the colouration of his fur. From there, it quickly transitions to a shade of brown, and then, even quicker, changes hues to onyx. The hair stretches across his shoulders, between the shoulder blades, and down the front of his chest, going between his forelegs.

The brute is both strong and intelligent. He's observant and calculating, intelligent and a swift thinker. Those that try to undermine him rarely get far, each step planned out in his mind, things rarely getting out of hand. When they do, though, he's a quick enough thinker to get himself out of most tough situations. He's got enough of a domineering aura to get those around him to listen, and listen closely. He's got a voice deep enough to boom like thunder, and a tone commanding enough to have even the most disobedient listening to him.

Whilst the brute might, most of the time, be someone that is distant and cold, he has two very different sides. With those that have earned it, he can be sweet, pleasant, perhaps even kind or gentle. He can display a persona that one would expect from a fair and just leader, someone that can hold secrets and mutter soft, encouraging words. That, however, doesn't mean that he doesn't have another side.

Kumar can, quite easily, become a volatile creature. He can descend into a brute that knows only violence, only aggression, someone that displays their temper through physical means. He isn't one to vocalize his anger, rather, the goliath creature simply lashes out, claws slashing and fangs aiming for the throat. You are expected to know his rules, to know what sets off his temper, to know what irritates him and what calms him. You must know these if you wish to survive in his presence.

He is, to put it bluntly, a very possessive being. If something is his, it is his. His brother is his. That lioness that he's courting is his. That cub is his. That part of the kill is his. That sleeping spot is his. That pride is his. He gets possessive over objects, places, and other beings. If you make someone that belongs to him upset, Kumar will give you a worse fate than even hell could, and he will feel no remorse doing so. He feels very little remorse in general, regardless of what he does.

It's not uncommon to see the male regarded as hollow, or vacant. He can come off as cold and distant if you have yet to enter his good graces, or his bad ones.