Usiku

Gender: Female
Age: 3 Years
Species: Lion
Pride: None
Rank: Adult

Appearance: A few inches shorter than your average male lion, Usiku could easily be considered almost tall for a lioness. As a youth there really wasn't much about the young female that really screams "hey i'm a girl!". Fur often unkempt in youth with the few tufts of long fur atop of her skull tend to give her a combination of a girly looking boy rather than anything feminine. Her features look scruffy rather than smooth, implying her taste for getting dirty and adventure. But as an adult the lioness Usiku manages to carry this sort of "feminine fatale with a flair " to her looks. Pelt soft and smooth now, locks around her skull managed to not grow out . The lionesses pelt resembles mostly that of her father.

Spread out in a slate gray with semi darker sheen visible around her ears. Her belly softens into a lighter ivory white that resembles a mixture of an elephants tusk and snow, and the end of her tuft being a granite combination of hues. Akin to her family, two singular marks dash above each eye which is encase with a gleaming and vibrant set of violet eyes shining with mischief and confidence. The inlaid portion of each lobe painted in a similiar onyx that drapes beneath each eye while a patch of faded silver rests upon the bridge of her nose.




Personality: Usiku is an energetic and boisterous girl who tends to behave more like a typical male in most cases. She's spirited and bold and has no qualms about getting a little dirty to achieve her wants and goals. Things like modesty and tact tend to fall a bit short in her department. Behaving as anything but a delicate flower at most times. She craves excitement and adventure, loving to explore and thriving off of action rather than words. She's not fearless, but Usiku certainly has the tendacy to keep her head cool and motivated in sticky situations; putting on a brave face whatever may come her way. The female loves playing tricks and engaging in clever rivalries with others and it's often difficult to tell whether her antics are motivated for the sake good or bad means. Her loyalty is questionable, but not without reason. Of course, Usiku is a female and however boyish she may act, she can prove to be rather charming and gentle. Even mustering up a sense of feminine flair coupled with sultry behavior when she manages to feel like it.

Family: n/a - Usiku doesn't disclose much about her family.
History: Born along side a pair of brothers (one was sadly stillborn) in Northlands to her mother and father. Usiku came from a large family otherwise; her cousins numbering in eight and two. Life was for the most part, uneventful. Usiku and her brother where far down the line of inheritance, thus the notion of ever ruling a pride was about as important to the girl as the sky was to a fish. She spent her youth being a trickster, playing games and exploring with her brother and cousins in tow. Life was simple. Easy. Good. Until her youngest cousin; heir to the throne (as females inheritted over males) was born. Her birth was met with bad omen and the death of Usiku's aunt. And as time passed, the pride (including some of the heirs own brothers) began to turn on the poor girl.

Eventually when tragedy struck and the now young princess fled, Usiku's other cousin Mbali took up the crown. Things went from bad to worse from there. Mbali was a selfish and unkind Queen, taking advantage of her power her reign became something a kin to Scar's in the pridelands. Fearing the worst of what could become of the Northlands, Usiku left - seeking out her exiled cousin in hopes of finding her alive so that she would return and take her rightful place.

OOC Alias: Gale
Best Way to Contact: PM
Rp Sample: Old sample, bit rambly ---

Food. The one thing that had been on Ruin’s mind for quite sometime now. She’d managed to make it this far in the days that gone, and she wasn’t about to give in for the days to come either. The sky awoke, thousands streams of light blazing forth from the horizon as Night’s gentle but dangerous call had finally fell into silence. The thick morning dew that blanketed the grassy earthen floor, had become disturbed due to the now morning grazers of Africa. Ruin, rather than having taken the time at nightfall to prowl the region for her meal, waited. Regaining her strength for the day ahead. Her legs while throbbing, quivered less than before. The malnourished lioness in the past couple of days had managed to end her prolonged thirst, not to mention it was surprising how fell fed a couple of fish made you feel. Shaking her dark figure, her jaw line dropped. Yawning idly as her fore side dropped. Pressing out her strong agile limbs before standing upright once more. Rich chocolate orbs glittering with bitter amusement. Raven hinted lobes flickering, flews twitching as she released a low growl of anticipation. The day was young, and Ruin had no intentions of wasting it by simply lying about.

Her stomach lowered, joints throughout her Quadra limbs bending swiftly as she crouched low, covered by the tall surrounding grasses of faded green and gold. Tuft swinging back and forth before quietly wrapping about her left thigh. The moist sensation of the hunt causing the lines of her gums and throat to salivate unnoticed. Muscles poised, Ruin continued to take calm deep but silent breaths as she stalked foreword, searching for her appointed game. Irritation had begun to stir when she finally spotted her prey, four zebras, no more than thirty yards west. Ebony labrums curved, causing a brief smirk of delight to pass over her cold façade. Her stomach lowered, joints throughout her Quadra limbs bending swiftly as she crouched low, covered by the tall surrounding grasses of faded green and gold. Tuft swinging back and forth before quietly wrapping about her left thigh. The moist sensation of the hunt causing the lines of her gums and throat to salivate unnoticed. Muscles poised, Ruin continued to take calm deep but silent breaths as she stalked foreword, searching for her appointed game. Irritation had begun to stir when she finally spotted her prey, four zebras, no more than thirty yards west. Ebony labrums curved, causing a brief smirk of delight to pass over her cold façade. Though it had been awhile since the juvenile had actually caught something of that particular stature, she knew better than to let doubt control her. If anything, it would prove to be decent practice for when she would succeed.

Focused now she started off slow, a stealth full lope through the underbrush. Drawing nearer with each moment, and the closer she got, the faster she went. Her blood thrummed, pulsating throughout every vein in her lively body. Twin peaks glued down, mitts curving as she managed a full bound fledge towards them, unseen until she was fifteen yards away.

Without hesitation the herd scattered, angling themselves in different directions at first until coming together again, sprinting away. But she wasn’t about to let them go, not without having her own form of satisfaction first. Muscles tightening, her strides began heavier and longer. Talons shredding up the dry blades beneath her feet, whipcord thrashing one way to the next in order to keep an according balance.

All thoughts were gone. Complete and utter instinct took hold as the fierce build of the lioness propelled foreword until she was near the flank of one of the zebras. Deadly trap snapping aggressively for the hind limb, her left arm swinging for the rear. Latching on the backside as it turned into a tumble. The zebra was done, the other three gone. By now a loud bellowing roar erupted into the air from her thorax, setting to work as she moved foreword. The Zebra trying to rise as she pounced for his neck now, clamping tightly about it’s jugular. Her fangs piercing the tender flesh. Several moments later, Ruin was tearing into the stomach, devour every pound of meat her body would allow until it was time to deny hunger and rest. Unbeknownst to her that just around the hills bend, lye a cub. That is, until her senses began to reject the metallic and pugnacious stench of raw meat and blood. Nares flaring a moment her head perked upright. Someone else was about… Brow line sunk, visionaries narrowing as she left her meal in search of it’s origin. Only traveling a few moments before crossing over the hill and spotting her. Not a lion, or a lioness. But a cub. A mere bantling. Brow quirking, her curiosity arose as she sauntered forth. Head raised in a tilted angle. Her sharp tones speaking for her. "For one so small and alone you certainly look pleased with yourself..."

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