Demeter

Gender: Female
Age: 3 1/2
Species: Lion
Pride:
Rank: Adult

Appearance: Demeter is a unique female - completely black in color with the exeption of slightly darker spots along her head, shoulders, back and hips. These spots flow around her neck to form an odd 'rosette' in the front of her throat, seeming almost to be a necklace of sorts. Eyes of crystalline Caribbean blue peer out of an otherwise single color face...Each orb glittering with a hidden intelligence that may very well hide a rather conniving and secretive thought process. An oddity of this lioness is her tail - a tail that has been split down the middle starting about a third of the way down, leaving her with two appendages that move freely, guided by her spine. While her coloring to some might seem a bit odd, her size certainly can't help such things, Demeter has found that she is larger than most lionesses she's come across - and even with some.. thanks to the genes that run in her family no doubt.

Personality: On the outside, Demeter may appear gentle and loving, but on the inside, she may very well be something of a force to be reckoned with. Her midnight coat might have something to do with this, or it may have only been a pivotal points in her 'growing up' as it were, considering that black is usually a sign of evil or darkness. Should one find themselves in her confidence, they will notice that below her 'gentle' exterior, a lioness of jealousy and hatred lives.. Though she is also thoughtful, a tactician and knows just what to show to get exactly what it is she wishes.

Family: Nytwish - Mother

History: The lioness was born outside the pridelands - to another pride, though to her mother, Nytwish who was nothing but a regular ranked female, her father a lion not of the kings line. Unlike most, there was no favoritism in her home pride, nor was there the fated battle over the pride, causing a change of kings. Demeter's pride life was actually fairly stable.

Though stable, it was also boring. Sure, it was safe, but boring was just that - boring. Demeter wanted to see action and adventure. Due to this, she chose to leave her birth pride and follow the rumors of strife and war into the pridelands themselves... Where she has discovered quite a few different prides reside - and one magnificent King upon a rock.


OOC Alias: Katsuma
Best Way to Contact: AIM - Katsumadarkness1
Rp Sample:

With lips bared to reveal ivory fangs, they were the only spot of color against the inky shadow - excepting of course for the glittering eyes peering at her prey. Rounded shoulders had hunched as Demeter stepped forth, one clawed paw at a time, lifting the limb then placing it down before lifting it once again. Silence surrounded the shadow as she sauntered through the waist high, but quickly drying grasses. With the herds rushing away to greener pastures, all that was left were the sick, the old, and the injured to feed the hungry mouths of those brave enough to remain.

Closer still, rounded ears trained upon her quarry - an aged wildebeast who's hide had gone from dusty brown to a near white, greying with age. He was thin - frail.. and seemed to have a sore upon his right hind leg - a quick kill, surely. But with age comes caution, and this creature was neither stupid nor willing to die - he knew something, someone was out there waiting to take his life, and had begun to paw the ground, blowing nervously. Not even a growl trickled from the huntresses lips as she stalked closer, ever nearing her prey.

Despite his injury and age, Demeter was well aware of the fact that he could and probably would outrun her.. or even injure her - a thing she certainly could not allow. Once close enough, or as close as she hoped to be, Demeter froze, waiting for the beast to turn his back.. then broke from her cover. Paws pounded the ground into submission, her spine flexed and bowed. Powerful lungs inhaled, spring-like haunches spurring her forwards. At first, the beast hadn't seen the shadow streaking up on him, after all the shadows of the night usually didn't hide even deadlier ones..

A clarion call, the pounding of hooves and the chase was on. Demeter snarled in irritation that her quarry was running, but unfortunately for him, he had started too late. A powerful paw struck out, connecting with his back right leg and sweeping it out from under him, sending him stumbling. But he didn't fall, and the lioness wasn't going to try to trip him further. That stumble was all she needed.. and she leapt - front claws striking out to latch onto his shoulders, her hind ones latching onto his back. Pearl fangs sank into the back of the beasts neck, and the two were locked in a deadly battle - the herbivore for survival, and the feline for a meal. The added weight of the large lioness was his undoing, and as he came down from his second leaping buck, his front leg shattered and he collapsed, finally allowing the lioness to take her meal - and sustain her for another day.

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