Abuto

Gender: female
Age: 2.5 years
Species: lion
Pride: n/a
Rank: Adolescent/Rogue

Appearance: Abuto is smaller than most lions, with a reddish coat and dark green eyes. Her fur is a big rugged from trying to survive on her own, with furred but hallow cheeks cheeks. The bottom tips of her ears and the tips of her tail are darkened compared to the rest of her fur. But the most notable feature of Abuto is her faded spots that she never completely grew out of. The most prominent spots are on her brow, with three patches over each eye. She also bares some scars on the left side of her neck.

Personality:
Abuto is sweet to the core, but doesn’t always get the chance to show it. She’s relatively shy and defensive from the way she was treated as a cub, both fearing and resenting others’ hate. She strives to make a good impression, so is most often polite and formal when around new creatures. But once she is comfortable around another, Abuto is lively, playful, and longs to goof off. However, as she generally expects the worse from people now, Abuto comes off as reserved and hesitant. She's distrustful at first, but with a few kind words and sincere actions, you can easily win her heart.

To those she cares about, Abuto is fiercely loyal and protective. She tends to run away from confrontations when they are about herself, but when she has people to stand up for, she has their backs. She’s quick to assume people mean the worse for her, and has become quite good at running and hiding, but hopes to one day regain her confidence to no longer be tormented by worry and the fear that she only brings bad luck.

Family: Mother: Abimbola
Father: Eniola
History:
Abuto is from a distant, small pride. She was the only surviving cub from her mother, Abimbola, as her two brothers died shortly after birth despite her being the runt of the litter. For this reason she was looked down upon, as her superstitious pride wondered how a female runt would survive and not her brothers. She was occasionally picked on as a cub, but Abimbola was fiercely protective of her only cub and so Abuto was left mostly alone out of respect for the other lioness. That is, until Abuto got older and while the other lioness’s cubs grew out of their spots, hers remained. Though still faded, her spots drew more negative attention from the pride as rumors spread and she was decided to be bad luck. Abimbola was having none of it, so Abuto was only subjected to the rumors but no physical attacks. She still remained friends with some of the other cubs, but the feeling of being an outcast continued to gnaw at her, until one day Abimbola was struck down while on the hunt.

With her mother gone, the rest of the pride felt no need to keep Abuto, seeing her as bad luck and not useful to them. The other lionesses convinced Eniola, her father and alpha male of the pride, to exile her. When she tried to remain in her mother’s lands, the lionesses chased her out, gaining her two scars running down the left side of her neck for not leaving quick enough.

Now on her own, Abuto struggles to survive. As a young lioness, already at a disadvantage with her smaller build, she feels constantly vulnerable and has to scavenge for food and relies on small prey. She wanders through different territories, desperate to find a friend and a family, while at the same time determined to prove herself as a fine lioness, despite her set backs. While she seeks the comfort of others, she also can’t fight the fear that she really is bad luck.


OOC Alias: Cait
Best Way to Contact: PM or email (caitiemm@hotmail.com)
Rp Sample:

The ground was rough beneath her paws as Abuto wondered across the dry plains. Her situation was hard enough without the trouble of drought looming over the entire land’s heads. Her stomach growled painfully, and the young lioness sighed. “Hush, stomach, I know you’re hungry,” She grumbled, dragging her paws and watching as the dust swirled about her, turning her already reddish paws a deeper brown color.

Abuto looked up into the sky. The evening had cooled off the savannah, but the sun still lingered, unwilling to leave, and turning the sky red. She always thought that sunrises and sunsets were beautiful, but found the reddish tint the sky occasionally took on to be... worrisome. Like blood. Blood she never wanted to see flowing, even against those who had wronged her. Why could the lands not just be peaceful all around?

Another thought occurred to her. Could this be an omen? Of spilled blood yet to come? Oh I hope not, Abuto sighed to herself. She stared across the quiet savannah, ear’s pricked to pick up any movement, but finding herself once again alone as night started to fall. Her heart beat a little faster as she trotted through the plains to find somewhere to lay low, knowing others would be out hunting, and would not take kindly to a young rogue wandering along the edges of their territory. Her stomach growled again and she shook her head. “Food will have to wait."

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