Halcyon said:

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F R E Y J A

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[ Age ]

5.4 Years

[ Gender ]

Female

[ Pride ]

The Carrion Circle

[ Rank ]

Second In Command

[ Desired Rank ]

Content

[ Appearance ]

Freyja emobies the raw power and subtle grace of her species. Her muscular body is a testament to her strength and agility. She stands approximately five and a half feet in length, not including her tail, which adds another two and a half feet of lithe, expressive movement. Her weight, hovering around 350 pounds, is distributed evenly across her frame, giving her a balanced, athletic build. Her coat is a study in earth tones, a short dense fur of tawny gold that shifts in hue with changing light. In the harsh midday sun, it appears almost bleached, blending with the dry grasses and sun-baked earth.

Freyja's head is broad and powerful, framed by a ruff of slightly darker fur around her neck, a subtle hint of the mane that distinguishes the males of her species. Her muzzle is short and blunt, with a pink nose that is often scarred from close encounters with struggling prey. Her whiskers, thick and sensitive, sprout from her cheeks in neat rows, providing her with crucial sensory information about her surroundings, especially in the dark.

Her eyes, the color of molten amber, are perhaps her most striking feature. They are large and expressive, capable of conveying a range of emotions from fierce determination to gentle affection. The pupils, vertical slits, contract in the bright sunlight, sharpening her focus, and dilate in the dim light of dawn and dusk, allowing her to see with exceptional clarity in low-light conditions. Dark rims encircle her eyes, enhancing their intensity and providing a natural form of sun protection.

Freyja's legs are strong and sturdy, each ending in a padded paw equipped with retractable claws. Her tail, long and flexible, serves as a counterbalance during high-speed chases and as a communication tool, twitching and flicking to convey her mood and intentions to the rest of the pride. A dark tuft of fur adorns the tip of her tail, a subtle but distinctive marking.

[ Personality ]

Freyja is a lioness whose calm exterior belies a fiery spirit and an unshakeable confidence in her abilities. As a skilled fighter and hunter, she approaches every challenge with a blend of calculated strategy and raw instinct. Her movements are deliberate, each step measured and precise, reflecting a mind that is always several steps ahead of her adversaries. She rarely acts impulsively, preferring to assess the situation, identify the weaknesses of her opponents, and then strike with decisive force.

Despite her prowess in combat, Freyja is not one to seek out confrontation. She values efficiency and conserves her energy, understanding that every battle takes a toll. When faced with a potential threat, she exudes an aura of quiet authority, a subtle but unmistakable message that warns others to think twice before challenging her. Her calm demeanor often serves as a deterrent, as many rivals sense the formidable power that lies beneath her composed facade.

However, beneath this veneer of composure lies a healthy ego, a deep-seated belief in her own superiority. Freyja knows her worth, and she is not afraid to show it. She carries herself with a regal bearing, her head held high, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She expects respect from her pride mates and often gets it, not just because of her fighting skills but also because of her unwavering self-assurance. While she is not overtly boastful, her actions speak volumes. She takes pride in her kills, relishing the satisfaction of a successful hunt, and she is not shy about displaying her dominance over weaker members of the pride.

Yet, Freyja's ego is not entirely unfounded. She has earned her place at second-in-command through years of hard work and relentless dedication to honing her skills. She is a master strategist, able to anticipate the movements of her prey and exploit their vulnerabilities. Her reflexes are lightning-fast, her jaws vice-like, and her claws deadly. She has faced down larger, more experienced rivals and emerged victorious, proving time and again that she is a force to be reckoned with.

[ Crush/Courting ]

None, but open.

[ Mate ]

Will possibly develop later on.

[ Cubs ]

None.

[ Kin ]

Also open.

[ Other ]

Credit for all images belong to Aqua-Stock.

Mother said:

A I N A

Pending white lioness; appearance might change

Credits to images go to Dark-Wolfs-Stock on DA

Age: 4

Gender: Female

Pride: Carrion Circle

Rank: Member

Desired Rank: Hmmph.

Appearance

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. Her tongue is a pink blep. 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 as well.

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

Aina is not the lioness you approach lightly. Hardened by years of bloodshed, betrayal, and brutal survival, she carries herself like a blade barely sheathed -- quiet, gleaming, and always ready to cut. There is no softness left in her; only calculation and instinct sharpened by experience. What once might’ve been protective loyalty has morphed into something colder -- a detached possessiveness toward her pride, a vigilance born from knowing the world does not forgive the weak.

Gone is the lioness who smiled freely or comforted cubs without cause. In her place stands a seasoned predator who has learned that mercy invites ruin. She does not threaten; she promises. And when that promise is broken, she does not give second chances. Aina dismantles threats not just physically but psychologically, prying into vulnerabilities with the precision of someone who’s done it a hundred times before and plans to do it a hundred more. Her words are as weaponized as her claws, and she knows how to twist both into something that leaves more than just physical wounds.

Emotion is a liability she learned to bury long ago. What she shares with others is filtered through a wall of indifference or tactical manipulation. If she appears amused, it’s likely at someone else’s expense. If she appears warm, it’s because she wants something. Her affections, when they surface, are laced with a primal edge -- protective, yes, but suffocating and territorial, like a blade drawn half an inch from the throat of anyone who dares step too close.

Though not the fastest or strongest in raw terms, Aina’s real weapon is endurance of body and of will. She can outlast nearly anyone in the field or on the battlefield of minds. Every move she makes is calculated, deliberate, executed with cold efficiency. Recklessness has no place in her life anymore; she traded it for precision and results.

If she ever did enjoy nurturing cubs or socializing with pride members, those days are long buried. She’ll keep watch over the young, but not out of sentiment -- only because she sees them as the future soldiers of the pride (or so she tells herself). Weak links get severed early. She doesn't coddle. She prepares. She simply watches, calm and unreadable. Those who know her well don’t ask. She is not cruel without purpose, but she is unflinchingly ruthless when she sees the need. And to Aina, the world is full of need. She lives by one unspoken law: survive, dominate, endure. Everything else is a distraction -- one she has no time or patience for.

Crush: Open

Mate: None

Cubs: None

Kin

Open

Affiliations

Open

Other

Mother said:

I Z E M

Credits to Fotostyle-Schindler on DA

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Pride: Dawn Pride

Rank: King

Desired Rank: Retired, please thanks

Appearance

Izem is a large male, weighing in at 600 lbs and standing 4.5 feet tall. His stature is an intimidating one. His body is decorated with scars varying in length and size, including his pride mark and hunter's marks. His most noticeable are two gashes across his nose, more circular than slice shaped, which have exposed his dark skin and no longer allow hair to grow. He also has several cuts and bite marks on his legs, shoulders, and flanks, though his left shoulder remains relatively bare, besides his pride mark.

Izem has a cold stare. Actually, everything about him is cold. His refined posture, the soft thuds of his paws making contact with the ground, even the way his fur moves has a dangerous aura to it. His eyes are a hard amber rimmed with dark fur, making them pop out more prominently. His face is nearly always expressionless, or stony in appearance. A smile has not graced his maw in ages; the closest thing to one has been a cruel twist of his upper lips into something resembling a sick grin or a snarl.

His coat is a pale sandy one, lacking in the more warm, golden hue of other lions. It looks dusty and somewhat frayed out even when perfectly clean, and it Carrie's a silvery shimmer to it, especially at night under the moon. In stark contrast, his mane is predominantly a burnt umber. The fur around his head and extending down the back of his neck is a tawny gold, with the lightest sections pressing right up against the short fur of his face.

When he walks, hard muscle ripples beneath a sleek, short pelt. Izem holds himself with a cool regality, head high, tail curled slightly. His long, thick mane is a tapestry of dark browns, golds, and honeys that spreads over his shoulders down to the end of his humerus.

Izem is a handsome lion (or he was, in his younger days), but he is unapproachable. Formidable. Dangerous.

Personality

He can be as chilly as his appearance would suggest. Izem has a deep, almost calming rumble of a voice that does not fit his appearance at all, but his tone can quickly grow aloof and clipped in nature. His words are curt and to the point; there is no beating around the bush with this one. If the truth is asked for, the truth shall be made known.

This lion holds strength in high regard -- not necessarily physical strength, as he knows full well that it will not always win a fight -- as well as some form of loyalty. Not necessarily loyalty to an individual; rather, the devotion to an idea or the pride as a whole. He is a calculating individual, mind always working. While he does have physical strength as an advantage, he prefers to use his head first and come up with a plan of action for whatever task lies ahead. Izem also has a fairly strong sense of vengeance.

Izem is actually, and secretly, quite fond of cubs and, when he is around them, he will often spend his free time playing with them, telling them stories, and practicing hunting or battle moves with them. They were his favorite members of his birth pride with their little bleps of tongues, besides the ladies, of course, for whom he would show his chivalrous side. He would take on the role of a secondary father for any cub who may feel lonely.

Those in his pride and cubs are the only ones who will ever see a glimpse of kindness in him. For the former, he holds a tone of respect and makes sure that their thoughts are heard thoroughly before he replies. He does not ever mean to disrespect them, though he has no problem quelling disputes with a snide comment or two. That, though, is rare. Izem is his most friendly around the young.

He has a strong liking for the other members of the pride, and he would never think to betray them. Izem may be a king, but he remains respectful of his subordinates and would not do anything to undermine their authority or make them look bad, unless they deserved it, of course. He might be caught joking with them occasionally, and even showing some sort of affection, though he always keeps himself looking his most powerful in their presence.

Crush: Probably the queen

Mate: the queen

Cubs: prince, open

Kin

Open

Affiliations

Open

Other

He's about to drop dead anyway, so might as well make him go out with a bloody bang

Mother said:

S H I V A

Credits to petra128 on DA

Age: 4

Gender: Female

Pride: Dawn Pride

Rank: Huntress

Desired Rank: Queen. Simple as... But maybe it can wait.

Appearance

Shiva is a lean, mean, fighting machine. She weighs in around 330 pounds and stands at 3.6 feet at the shoulder. With a more wiry, lithe physique, her skeleton and muscling are more visible than they would be on a stockier lioness. Shiva is in the middle weight range but definitely one of the taller lionesses.

Her features are regal and refined, giving her a feminine look that is quite easy on the eyes. Soft, feathery fur covers her body in a sleek manner. Her coat is a light tan in coloration with honey undertones and cream shading on her underbelly; the insides of her legs; her cheeks, chin, and under her nose; and her chest, throat, and sides of her neck. Darker splashes outline skeletal structures and form faint striping on her legs.

Her eyes are a typical amber-brown coloration, framed by thick eyelashes and black skin. They seem to constantly gleam with a menacing light in a manner that screams "run." This lioness carries herself with power and poise; her steps are light but firm, and she holds herself tall.

Her hindquarters sport a few long gashes. Another scar is situated just underneath her right eye, and there are several bite marks and minor scratches from past battles on her legs and chest. She is a fighter, and she has had her fair share of experience.

Personality

Shiva has an extremely ambitious personality. She does not take kindly to competition, yet she strongly disapproves of those who do not want to improve their status, their being, their pride. A stagnant lion or lioness is her least favorite kind to deal with. She has always wanted a leadership role, and while she has been loyal, it has never been a secret that she wants more power than she has.

She is what one would call apathetic. With an attitude of "suck it up, buttercup," she is certainly not the most popular of lionesses at the moment, if ever. Shiva can be quite fun to be around in the right mood, but she has learned to push people away and this friendlier personality rarely rears its head.

Shiva is, without a doubt, dangerous. Her loyalty is given carefully; she does not attach herself to others lightly. This lioness is not exactly friendly, either, and she doesn't pretend to be. She's calculating, icy cold, and focused on the future. Her mind is constantly spinning, formulating a new plot or mulling over new factors. Everyone is a pawn in her game.

"Soft" lions are deemed useless. "Outgoing" lions can come off as ditsy. "Sassy" lions just piss her off. Shiva is one for rigidity and no excuses, regardless of the scenario; she takes everything for what it is and goes with the flow, shifting her plans and courses of action to take the alterations in stride. She is most certainly a dominant creature, and there is nothing she hates more than being talked down to. Being underestimated, though, is always a treat; it makes it all the sweeter when she obliterates the lion or lioness who made the fatal mistake of looking down on her.

Affiliations

Open

Crush: Open

Mate: Maaaaybe open

Cubs: None

Other

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