Post by Babu on Jul 18, 2017 1:52:45 GMT
"A lion and a hyena, hmmm?"
Vitani
"To war"
Species
African Lion
Origin
Canon
Territory
Outlands/Termite Mounds
Pride/Clan
Outlanders
Status
Princess/ Right hand to Kovu
Personality
Vitani is quite vile and aggressive for a cub. Her readiness for combat is unnerving and she rushes at things with courage. Vitani is vigilant and loyal, she dedicates herself to her mother completely and intends to follow in her own pawsteps. Cruel and sharp-tongued, her wit is quite strong for a young one, perhaps due to observing her mother. Overwhelmingly confident, she holds herself on a higher pedestal due to being Zira's trueborn daughter. The cub respects her mother to high degrees, seeing her strength in leading solo, it takes skill. Violent and a bit of a lunatic, she takes pleasure and watching things squirm and suffer. Ruthless and always eager to learn, she's her mother's little girl and aims to stay that way. While she holds potential to be quite deviant, she's also not foolish. Vitani can be calm and tends to only lash out when ready, once she's on the attack she can be tenacious. Taking many aspects from both families, she has prowess in battle while holding cunning intellect that her father had.
History
Memories of the Pridelands is blurry, memories of her father is also blurry. Vaguely Vitani can recall the charismatic speech of her father, promising greatness to her and Kovu, the heir. He was so proud of them both and the memories are quite fond. Blinding fire is also something she can recall, it engulfed all of the areas and her father was dead. They didn't stay long after that, Simba exiled them, mother said because they were followers of Scar. Vitani was bitter but she shook it away. All they had were each other, the exiled pride traveled to locate somewhere to call home. They were always moving and Vitani knew she had to grow up quick, whimpering like a kit wasn't something she did and she had to polish hunting even as such a young age.
Kovu visited the border once, she wasn't there to accompany him because he snuck off away from Nuka, or Nuka just let him, either one. He met the princess, Kiara and their mother thought of a truly wicked plan to seduce the princess. Kovu would kill Simba and become king, as for Vitani? She was to become the strongest warrior and hunter to support Kovu. Vitani and Kovu started their intense training and Vitani liked it.
Outlands was hot and less green but they did their best because they were strong. Stealing a watering hole from hyenas was child's play and it was quite cozy there. Unfortunately, Kion came, he chose the hyenas over them and chased them away mercilessly. The misunderstanding stirred something in the cub and she starting holding strong resentment. The new home they were chased to was a dry domain, littered with termies, Vitani didn't like it but it was something.
Family Tree
Grandfather
Jamili/Ahadi
Grandmother
Naanda/Uru
Mother
Zira
Father
Scar
Brother
Nuka
Sample Post
Hushed snarls resounded throughout the dusted domain, daunting dry towers of sand loomed over them. The kingdom was washed in an eerie gold and a blush of crimson highlighting the surface of the scorched monuments. Their termite mounds weren’t a home she knew forever but it was the home that they claimed and that was sure to Vitani. Eyes the gorgeous pigment of lilac fluttered upwards to meet the scarlet spill of the sky, tinging her brilliant hues a faint magenta. She regarded the new domain with little enthusiasm, merely disappointed in losing to the larger and obviously far more seasoned cheetah. It tasted bitter upon her tongue, involuntarily rasping the barbed muscled along her lips she still couldn’t free the tang. Jerking her eyes from the clouds above her expression crinkled, the rows of wrinkles rippled along her muzzle which marred her usual tranquil visage. It wouldn’t have mattered but living in the Pridelands would have been great, if only Kion hadn’t misunderstood her mother. The tawny hued cub tried to discard the resentment that plagued her core, her way of going about things was usually nonviolent but her ambition began to swell.
Perhaps it was the blood in which her mother had blessed her but she started feeling this strange fury, perhaps the need for revenge. Pupils constricted, blazing with intensity reflecting a similar expression to her mother. With a faint breath of a hiss, she perked ever so slightly towards the eager sounds of her siblings. Nuka’s nasally, hyper squeal could be heard for miles and she smirked fondly at him as Kovu’s husky vibrato retorted something. For a moment, she had forgotten almost returning to the rich source that is the Pridelands. Kovu had met the princess, Kiara and shortly after her mother had been intensifying both their training, neglecting Nuka in the process. Kovu was entrusted to swaying Kiara to allowing him to join them. Vitani was to remain and polish her own skills which she was quite adept at which elicited a growing burn. She wanted to make her mother proud; she knew she had what it took.
Grinning the princess of the Outlands beamed, she was plenty worthy and she knew she was capable. Kovu was reasonable and he was her treasured brother and she would support him when he ruled. Ears angled towards the faintest of scuttles against the parched dirt, the micro-steps echoing loudly. Violet eyes fastened upon the jerboa with growing anticipation. Lowering her tawny, dusty pelt she concealed herself against the similarly hued ground. Bunching her stout hinds she hesitated, the ash-gray rodent scratched fervently, struggling to uproot a sparse blade of grass. During its distraction, Vitani instinctually crept forward, she was an Outlander, taught from near birth to hunt and survive. With an impressive kick of her mighty hinds, she had launched her slender physique forward and flattened it to the ground before dispatching it with a swift chomp.
Snatching limp body, she displayed her kill with eagerness; her eyes were shining with luminous brilliance. Immediately she decided to offer her meager prey to her mother, food was scarce now but the cub wanted to show her that they can survive there. They were exiled but their spirits were not crushed. Petite paws ascended high as she strode forward, focused on finding her mother, a smile on her lips.
Notes:
Made history vague to not mess with anyone else's stories.
Vitani
"To war"
Species
African Lion
Origin
Canon
Territory
Outlands/Termite Mounds
Pride/Clan
Outlanders
Status
Princess/ Right hand to Kovu
Personality
Vitani is quite vile and aggressive for a cub. Her readiness for combat is unnerving and she rushes at things with courage. Vitani is vigilant and loyal, she dedicates herself to her mother completely and intends to follow in her own pawsteps. Cruel and sharp-tongued, her wit is quite strong for a young one, perhaps due to observing her mother. Overwhelmingly confident, she holds herself on a higher pedestal due to being Zira's trueborn daughter. The cub respects her mother to high degrees, seeing her strength in leading solo, it takes skill. Violent and a bit of a lunatic, she takes pleasure and watching things squirm and suffer. Ruthless and always eager to learn, she's her mother's little girl and aims to stay that way. While she holds potential to be quite deviant, she's also not foolish. Vitani can be calm and tends to only lash out when ready, once she's on the attack she can be tenacious. Taking many aspects from both families, she has prowess in battle while holding cunning intellect that her father had.
History
Memories of the Pridelands is blurry, memories of her father is also blurry. Vaguely Vitani can recall the charismatic speech of her father, promising greatness to her and Kovu, the heir. He was so proud of them both and the memories are quite fond. Blinding fire is also something she can recall, it engulfed all of the areas and her father was dead. They didn't stay long after that, Simba exiled them, mother said because they were followers of Scar. Vitani was bitter but she shook it away. All they had were each other, the exiled pride traveled to locate somewhere to call home. They were always moving and Vitani knew she had to grow up quick, whimpering like a kit wasn't something she did and she had to polish hunting even as such a young age.
Kovu visited the border once, she wasn't there to accompany him because he snuck off away from Nuka, or Nuka just let him, either one. He met the princess, Kiara and their mother thought of a truly wicked plan to seduce the princess. Kovu would kill Simba and become king, as for Vitani? She was to become the strongest warrior and hunter to support Kovu. Vitani and Kovu started their intense training and Vitani liked it.
Outlands was hot and less green but they did their best because they were strong. Stealing a watering hole from hyenas was child's play and it was quite cozy there. Unfortunately, Kion came, he chose the hyenas over them and chased them away mercilessly. The misunderstanding stirred something in the cub and she starting holding strong resentment. The new home they were chased to was a dry domain, littered with termies, Vitani didn't like it but it was something.
Family Tree
Grandfather
Jamili/Ahadi
Grandmother
Naanda/Uru
Mother
Zira
Father
Scar
Brother
Nuka
Sample Post
Hushed snarls resounded throughout the dusted domain, daunting dry towers of sand loomed over them. The kingdom was washed in an eerie gold and a blush of crimson highlighting the surface of the scorched monuments. Their termite mounds weren’t a home she knew forever but it was the home that they claimed and that was sure to Vitani. Eyes the gorgeous pigment of lilac fluttered upwards to meet the scarlet spill of the sky, tinging her brilliant hues a faint magenta. She regarded the new domain with little enthusiasm, merely disappointed in losing to the larger and obviously far more seasoned cheetah. It tasted bitter upon her tongue, involuntarily rasping the barbed muscled along her lips she still couldn’t free the tang. Jerking her eyes from the clouds above her expression crinkled, the rows of wrinkles rippled along her muzzle which marred her usual tranquil visage. It wouldn’t have mattered but living in the Pridelands would have been great, if only Kion hadn’t misunderstood her mother. The tawny hued cub tried to discard the resentment that plagued her core, her way of going about things was usually nonviolent but her ambition began to swell.
Perhaps it was the blood in which her mother had blessed her but she started feeling this strange fury, perhaps the need for revenge. Pupils constricted, blazing with intensity reflecting a similar expression to her mother. With a faint breath of a hiss, she perked ever so slightly towards the eager sounds of her siblings. Nuka’s nasally, hyper squeal could be heard for miles and she smirked fondly at him as Kovu’s husky vibrato retorted something. For a moment, she had forgotten almost returning to the rich source that is the Pridelands. Kovu had met the princess, Kiara and shortly after her mother had been intensifying both their training, neglecting Nuka in the process. Kovu was entrusted to swaying Kiara to allowing him to join them. Vitani was to remain and polish her own skills which she was quite adept at which elicited a growing burn. She wanted to make her mother proud; she knew she had what it took.
Grinning the princess of the Outlands beamed, she was plenty worthy and she knew she was capable. Kovu was reasonable and he was her treasured brother and she would support him when he ruled. Ears angled towards the faintest of scuttles against the parched dirt, the micro-steps echoing loudly. Violet eyes fastened upon the jerboa with growing anticipation. Lowering her tawny, dusty pelt she concealed herself against the similarly hued ground. Bunching her stout hinds she hesitated, the ash-gray rodent scratched fervently, struggling to uproot a sparse blade of grass. During its distraction, Vitani instinctually crept forward, she was an Outlander, taught from near birth to hunt and survive. With an impressive kick of her mighty hinds, she had launched her slender physique forward and flattened it to the ground before dispatching it with a swift chomp.
Snatching limp body, she displayed her kill with eagerness; her eyes were shining with luminous brilliance. Immediately she decided to offer her meager prey to her mother, food was scarce now but the cub wanted to show her that they can survive there. They were exiled but their spirits were not crushed. Petite paws ascended high as she strode forward, focused on finding her mother, a smile on her lips.
Notes:
Made history vague to not mess with anyone else's stories.