And here are some of my writing examples (from most recent to least)

An unnamed novel
A 100 Themes Writing Challenge
A Collection of Pride Stories/History




I plan on using Pharaoh Khaba, Rameka, Criniera, Elodie, and maaaaybe Ndoto

Oooh, this looks really interesting.

Roleplay Sample

Crossing borders was a thing he often did now, he realized. Crossing borders, leaping rivers, traversing boundaries--and if all went well, he did so like a wraith or a shadow. If it didn't end well he'd leave the territory with a few extra scrape and sometimes scars on his haunches and flanks. It was humiliating and frustrating, especially because more than one of those instances were him trying to depose the current king rather than simply defend himself. His assaults on kings had always been too ambitious. He continued to seek out prides with lionesses in their prime, beautiful, strong, and with kings as strong as they. Often, they were kings with subs. And ambitious, foolish Arjana had had to beat a hasty retreat.

It was one thing to know this was normal, it was another thing to resent his place. He longed for the day that he could stand firm, mark his own boundaries and let his voice echo throughout the land--his own land. Where instead of a ghost, he'd become as visible and powerful as the baobab tree, or savannah stone. Where his two years of wandering--nearly half his life--would come to a final end.

He finally moved past the borders. He almost wanted to mark them over out of spite, but he decided against it. Like a ghost you must remain, he chided himself as he walked. A hungry ghost. But even as he padded along, his mouth half open to take in the life of the night, something stopped him.

The wind had carried to him the scent of a lioness. And once he looked up, he saw her. She moved through the grass, more like a ghost than he ever could, for her pelt was a pale shining white, the color of starshine, capturing the moonlight shimmer so that she almost seemed to glow amidst the dull golden grass. Her sleek muscles carried her smoothly through, rippling under that mooncolored hide like liquid silver. She was all perfect lines, an elegant, chiseled face. And even from here the light of the moon reflected in her crystalline blue eyes.

She was a vision of beauty and strangeness the likes of which he had never seen before.

Instinctively, he hurried towards her, his own eyes bright, his pace light and paws quick. Once he was close he uttered a short, low roar of greeting, of interest.

"Hail," he cried as he approached her, and he realized upon looking at her more closely--from the gentle swell of her belly, that she was pregnant. Not far along, but unmistakably pregnant. This wasn't a dealbreaker of course, even if it was a slight disappointment for now.

This beautiful lioness was alone, without a pride, and if he could manage it, she would be his.

Proposed Lions
King Mwita

Mwita is a King just entering his prime years, and well known in his territory for his ferocity, decisive action and firm laws. His lionesses are known for their fierceness and readiness to attack any invaders to the territory, and their loyalty to their King and each other. There is also talk of something strange being in the waters of his land, for many of his lionesses sport strange mutations. He is harsh, hard to compromise with, but he is wise beyond his years, and doesn't value his pride so much that it gets in the way of him taking care of his family.

Tau

Tau is a young lion, just into his second year. Rather than chase him off his land entirely, Mwita has allowed him to stay alongside his other two subordinate males (the Seer and the Heir) as an ambassador, for Tau has a prodigious memory and is ferocious enough in battle to qualify. He is well spoken, able to empathize with other points of view and courteous. He has been brought to the Oasis so he may search for a mate outside the Pride.

Chibuzo

Chibuzo is young, tempestuous and impulsive. She is inexperienced, but shows a great knack for hunting and is showing promise in her training. She has a good sense of humor and is a good storyteller, but she is deeply insecure of her double tails. Most of the other mutations in the pride are threatening--long claws and oversized canine teeth--and her double tails seem silly and cumbersome in comparison. Compared to this, she doesn't feel as threatening nor as beautiful as her hunt-sisters, but blusters over it with sheer force of personality. She has been selected to find a mate outside the pride at the oasis and meet other types of lionesses.

Edit: There we go! :D

This does sound pretty neat. :D How active would one need to be to participate? I try to reply at least once or twice a day, but realistically most of the time it's only once. My norm is 1-2 paragraphs, but I can manage 4-5 if I push myself.

Planned characters (potentially): King Farrant, Kamaria, Orianna , Tendaji. They don't have bios written yet, I hope that's alright?

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Writing Sample

Sauda watched the witches battle with a grim expression, suddenly quite grateful she had kept her own magic a secret and thus far remained undetected. She had no wish to cause harm to another lioness as this lot did to each other every day. An older lioness with a dark golden pelt suddenly collapsed on the training field, sides rising and falling shallowly. Sauda was at her side in moments. Slipping past, jumping around and slinking under battling witches and sorcerers to get to the injured elder. The golden lioness was far too old to still be training like this, but she knew neither Abrafo nor Nyekundu would care to hear that.

She gripped the other witch, who's name was Jua if she remember right, by the scruff and dragged her away from the others, who hadn't stopped slashing or biting at each other for even a second to glance their way. It wasn't good to move a wounded cat this way she knew, but she certainly couldn't treat her properly out there. "Leave me!" Jua rasped, spitting out a glob of blood. The result of a now missing canine fang. "My time has come. I will join the ancestors..."

"Not if I have any say in it," Sauda growled. She had no specific powers of healing, but she knew much about herbs and plants that could be used to aid healing or stop bleeding. Once they were far enough from the battling lions she managed to slip the golden female over her shoulders and onto her back, carrying her the rest of the way to the shaman's den despite the weight it put on her. Once there she ignored the other healers for the time being, chewing and mashing herbs together into pastes to plaster on wounds. Soon after cleaning Jua's pelt of blood and dirt once she was stable. Before long the old lioness was snoring. "Oh Jua, always so dramatic. You are not dying today," she scolded with a snicker. Though she found herself frowning a moment later. There was no room for the old or the weak in this pride. If Jua did not recover quickly what would happen to her?

"Mother?" A voice called from the entrance to the den, distracting her from such thoughts. Sauda turned to see her first born and only son Biashara. She smiled at him welcomingly, inviting him in with a swish of her tail. She had come a long way looking for this lion. Being in this horrible place was worth it if she had the chance to be with the son she had once given away so easily. She would never leave him again. "What is it my child?"

"Abrafo wants to see you," the onyx and reddish lion whispered softly. His eyes were fearful. For her. She padded closer to him, licking his muzzle in reassurance. "Don't be afraid. I can handle him," she murmured soothingly before nudging him on the shoulder with her head. He hesitated a moment longer before leading her to Abrafo's chambers. She bid him farewell, noticing he seemed to still be lingering just outside, face creased with anxiety as she disappeared inside.

She noticed Nia was there as well and spared the younger lioness a quick nod of acknowledgement before turning her full attention to Abrafo. "You called for me my king?" She purred, her voice full of warmth. It was faked of course, but Sauda had become quite good at masking her emotions. As far as Abrafo knew she adored and admired him. Or at least she hoped he was falling for her facade. Her future plans may be at jeopardy if he wasn't fooled, not to mention her very life.

Ok, I can totally manage that if you think I'm literate enough for this. :)

Whoa, what the heck!? Sorry for so many double posts. Not quite sure how that happened. D: