Post by Banister on Jul 22, 2017 19:08:52 GMT
"Don't fret, my loves, our Warden will see this through."
Uzuri
(Beauty)
Species
African Lion
Origin
Adopted OC from Zira
Territory
Cliffsides
Pride/Clan
Prison Pride
Status
Bride
History
Uzuri was born into the Prison Pride. And perhaps that's why she was so unaffected by the bizarre aspects of their lifestyle. Practically besotted with the hierarchy and their ways of life, Uzuri lives a life of bliss and ignorance to their abnormalities. From a young age it was determined that she was to be a bride for their Warden. Impressed upon her by her parents, she believed it to be a great honor and to this day prides herself upon the status. Revered for her beauty throughout the pride as she was, she lives under a foggy veil that she's somehow adored by most.
Although some might mistake her for meek she'd be wrong. Although timidness can be found, Uzuri can be outgoing in her kindness. A gentle soul with a great undying love for her children, the pride, and most importantly their Warden. Loyal to a fault she holds him in high regard. Such was the way of her upbringing, but if there's ever been any problem with that Uzuri certainly hasn't expressed it in the faintest.
Family Tree
Parents Undetermined
Nux (Son)
Voltooi (Son)
Sample Post
The world seemed a little more hazy up here, at the higher peaks of their home. Perhaps the air was thinner, but Uzuri liked to believe that it was just a nicer place. A quieter place. She clawed her way up a ledge, gifted with those long curved claws as her kind were, before banking a leap to another. Her children were off keeping busy, Bewaarder keeping to his duties and the other brides off doing who knew what. Which left Uzuri a few moments of peacefulness to herself. Having reached her perch she was able to look over most of their cliffside domain. A truly magnificent sight to her pale eyes, the fact that it also doubled as a literal prison for many didn't seem to bother her enormously.
It was there that she settled, stretching her rose tipped toes out to sheath those black claws that carried her up here and lowering her frame to the smooth stone beneath her. It was cool against her belly, shaded by an overhang above her head and keeping the unforgiving reaches of the sun at bay from her pretty pale pelt.
It wasn't long before that peace was broken, disturbed by an unrelenting series of snarls and ripping roars from somewhere below. It was hard to tell from here as it bounced off the many walls of their kingdom. Her ears flicked back as worry took to her eyes and she tensed to rise herself from where she lay.
"Oh dear... What could that be..."
Uzuri
(Beauty)
Species
African Lion
Origin
Adopted OC from Zira
Territory
Cliffsides
Pride/Clan
Prison Pride
Status
Bride
History
Uzuri was born into the Prison Pride. And perhaps that's why she was so unaffected by the bizarre aspects of their lifestyle. Practically besotted with the hierarchy and their ways of life, Uzuri lives a life of bliss and ignorance to their abnormalities. From a young age it was determined that she was to be a bride for their Warden. Impressed upon her by her parents, she believed it to be a great honor and to this day prides herself upon the status. Revered for her beauty throughout the pride as she was, she lives under a foggy veil that she's somehow adored by most.
Although some might mistake her for meek she'd be wrong. Although timidness can be found, Uzuri can be outgoing in her kindness. A gentle soul with a great undying love for her children, the pride, and most importantly their Warden. Loyal to a fault she holds him in high regard. Such was the way of her upbringing, but if there's ever been any problem with that Uzuri certainly hasn't expressed it in the faintest.
Family Tree
Parents Undetermined
Nux (Son)
Voltooi (Son)
Sample Post
The world seemed a little more hazy up here, at the higher peaks of their home. Perhaps the air was thinner, but Uzuri liked to believe that it was just a nicer place. A quieter place. She clawed her way up a ledge, gifted with those long curved claws as her kind were, before banking a leap to another. Her children were off keeping busy, Bewaarder keeping to his duties and the other brides off doing who knew what. Which left Uzuri a few moments of peacefulness to herself. Having reached her perch she was able to look over most of their cliffside domain. A truly magnificent sight to her pale eyes, the fact that it also doubled as a literal prison for many didn't seem to bother her enormously.
It was there that she settled, stretching her rose tipped toes out to sheath those black claws that carried her up here and lowering her frame to the smooth stone beneath her. It was cool against her belly, shaded by an overhang above her head and keeping the unforgiving reaches of the sun at bay from her pretty pale pelt.
It wasn't long before that peace was broken, disturbed by an unrelenting series of snarls and ripping roars from somewhere below. It was hard to tell from here as it bounced off the many walls of their kingdom. Her ears flicked back as worry took to her eyes and she tensed to rise herself from where she lay.
"Oh dear... What could that be..."
Okay, anyone is up for a plot?
