Post by mistwolf on Feb 10, 2012 17:24:45 GMT -5
Name of Canon Character: Kiara
Roleplaying Sample:
The breeze waved the stalks of the savanna grass slowly back and forth. The sun, high in the sky, cast shadows from the trees, spotting the ground with jagged drifts of darkness. Few clouds drifted over head. The savanna was mostly quiet.
The grass barely moved as a orangy-tawny shape moved carefully through it. Brown-red eyes narrowed and intent on something ahead. Light-tipped paws were placed silently, carefully, down as the silent form of the lioness slipped across the dusty ground. Years of practice prevailed. The herd of hartebeest ahead of her didn't stir.
Princess Kiara crouched low, her belly almost touching the ground. Ahead of her, the scent of her prey made her nose twitch, made her mouth water. But years of practice had taught her that patience was best. She had to wait, had to bide her time until the conditions were perfect.
As she waited, still attentive, her minded briefly drifted to a time, long, long ago, when she had gone out on her first hunt. She'd been only barely an adolescent, and with little hunting experience. She'd missed every prey she'd targeted. Of course, it hadn't helped that halfway through the hunt, a wildfire had broken out and she had been forced to fight for her life. Her first hunt had been a disaster!
Well, not really. After all, she had met Kovu, the childhood friend she thought she would never see again. And because of that one disastrous hunt, she fell in love with the most amazing lion in the world, and would eventually become the mother of two amazing cubs of her own, both of which she couldn't be prouder.
But now was not the time to think about the past any longer. No, now was the time to strike.
Muscles releasing their stored energy like tightly wound springs, Kiara burst from the savanna grass, her long, strong legs carrying her at break-neck speed across the savanna ground. The hartebeest immediately heard her and scrambled to escape, but one old one was just too slow to respond. Kiara was on him in an instant, leaped, teeth and claws bared, and buried both into his soft hide. He let out a bellow and collapsed. Kiara finished the kill quickly and with as little pain as possible, biting his jugular. He died instantly.
She panted, her face and paws covered in blood. She probably looked hideous. But she had brought down her target. How far she had come since those days of her adolescence!
She glanced over her shoulder to see that the herd was far off on another hill, looking down at her. They knew she had killed on of their kind, but there was no hard feelings. After all, that was the way of life. They were prey, and she was hunter. That was what happened. It was necessary.
She briefly nodded to them, thanking them for allowing her to continue the Circle of Life. Their leader snorted, then turned. The rest turned with them, and there was a thunder in the ground as their hooves beat against the dirt as they ran. When they were gone, Kiara turned her gaze back to the dead prey. She picked up its neck in her jaws and dragged it away, back to her home, Priderock. Her family would eat well tonight.
Roleplaying Sample:
The breeze waved the stalks of the savanna grass slowly back and forth. The sun, high in the sky, cast shadows from the trees, spotting the ground with jagged drifts of darkness. Few clouds drifted over head. The savanna was mostly quiet.
The grass barely moved as a orangy-tawny shape moved carefully through it. Brown-red eyes narrowed and intent on something ahead. Light-tipped paws were placed silently, carefully, down as the silent form of the lioness slipped across the dusty ground. Years of practice prevailed. The herd of hartebeest ahead of her didn't stir.
Princess Kiara crouched low, her belly almost touching the ground. Ahead of her, the scent of her prey made her nose twitch, made her mouth water. But years of practice had taught her that patience was best. She had to wait, had to bide her time until the conditions were perfect.
As she waited, still attentive, her minded briefly drifted to a time, long, long ago, when she had gone out on her first hunt. She'd been only barely an adolescent, and with little hunting experience. She'd missed every prey she'd targeted. Of course, it hadn't helped that halfway through the hunt, a wildfire had broken out and she had been forced to fight for her life. Her first hunt had been a disaster!
Well, not really. After all, she had met Kovu, the childhood friend she thought she would never see again. And because of that one disastrous hunt, she fell in love with the most amazing lion in the world, and would eventually become the mother of two amazing cubs of her own, both of which she couldn't be prouder.
But now was not the time to think about the past any longer. No, now was the time to strike.
Muscles releasing their stored energy like tightly wound springs, Kiara burst from the savanna grass, her long, strong legs carrying her at break-neck speed across the savanna ground. The hartebeest immediately heard her and scrambled to escape, but one old one was just too slow to respond. Kiara was on him in an instant, leaped, teeth and claws bared, and buried both into his soft hide. He let out a bellow and collapsed. Kiara finished the kill quickly and with as little pain as possible, biting his jugular. He died instantly.
She panted, her face and paws covered in blood. She probably looked hideous. But she had brought down her target. How far she had come since those days of her adolescence!
She glanced over her shoulder to see that the herd was far off on another hill, looking down at her. They knew she had killed on of their kind, but there was no hard feelings. After all, that was the way of life. They were prey, and she was hunter. That was what happened. It was necessary.
She briefly nodded to them, thanking them for allowing her to continue the Circle of Life. Their leader snorted, then turned. The rest turned with them, and there was a thunder in the ground as their hooves beat against the dirt as they ran. When they were gone, Kiara turned her gaze back to the dead prey. She picked up its neck in her jaws and dragged it away, back to her home, Priderock. Her family would eat well tonight.
