Eztli
(EZ-Lee)


Age
38 Moons.

Gender
Female||Lioness.

Orientation
Bisexual.

Rank
Lioness, though trying out for the title "Queen".

Full Appearance
Eztli is a surprisingly beautiful lioness. Though she does possess the common colors of a normal lioness, many have fallen for this medium sized feline. Her main coat is a pale tannish brown, the coating over her eyes dark and blending well with her sharp amber eyes. The backs of her ears being painted black. Like other lions, Eztli also has face markings, which run down her neck, across her belly, and down her inner thigh. Built to run rather than fight, Eztli is an amazing huntress and has not failed most of her hunts; though she is unable to take down bigger prey without another lioness traveling with her. Eztli is nimble and graceful, keeping her posture in even the direst or inappropriate situations.

Personality
Graceful In her every move, glance or word, Eztli exhibits the grace her body and voice possess, having a rather unique and somewhat seductive charm.
She is wise for she always considers every single possibility around her of action and reaction before making a move, or before saying something. Besides, getting it wrong once is enough for her to never repeat the same mistake.
Despite having entered adulthood, Eztli has a young soul and for that reason, she tends to grow very attached to younger beings than her, especially cubs. Her motherly instincts are very outstanding.
Eztli tends to like her friends too intensely, in a way that she might feel bothered if someone else considers them this dear.
She is not one that enjoys waiting, whether it is for someone or for something to happen, for she usually feels like something bad can happen if she doesn't do what must be done in the right time.
Her outstanding motherly nature has her protective instincts very neat in her behavior, for a single twisted word towards one of her pride members can be enough to set her off and have her intimidating side come out.

Backstory
Not much is known about Eztli except for the fact that her parents found their way to this pride, joining when the previous ruler, Hodari, had the reins. They enjoyed living in the pride, though when Hodari tragically died and his depressed and horrible son took over, things changed from slightly better to worse.

As an adolescent, Eztli did not pay mind to the king's demands, having no feelings for the older lion due to the fact that he ruled with his pride fearing him. This is one of the reasons why Eztli, as an adult, wants to become queen. She thinks that the king needs a strong mate who can tell him no, especially if it will affect the pride. She holds NO attraction towards the king, though it is possible for feelings to relish within her motherly heart.

Kin
Erebus - Sire - Deceased
Bashiri - Dame - Deceased
Hasani - Brother - Was sent on his way when reaching the age of a grown male, his whereabouts after their last meeting unknown to Eztli.
Maji - Sister - Whereabouts unknown, she went with their brother to make sure he was safe, also because her love interest was cast out with him and she wanted to stay with him for the rest of her life.
Bakari - Sister - Still lives within the pride.

Other Relationships
TBD

Crush or Mate
TBD

Other
Credit to Boeii for the free line-art.

Ezli stalked through the savannah with caution and curiosity. She knew her homeland like the back of her paw, for she had explored many parts, even going all the way to the borders. It wasn't for fun though. The pride was low on food, and so Ezli was tasked with hunting for the pride, with a couple of other lionesses that were assigned by the king. Ezli didn't mind, of course, she loved hunting, but she just felt it would be better for her to stay back at camp, where she could at least watch over the cubs like she always did on her free time. Yes it was a weird thing to do, but she knew that sometimes their mothers wouldn't be there to shelter them, and so she would be there.

Hearing birds rustling in the underbrush and dried grass ahead, Ezli stopped in her tracks, claws flexing carefully as she blinked, the light from the sun which was high up in the morning sky nearly blinding the lioness. The birds chirping filled her mind, their scent clouding her nostrils as she nearly drooled in hunger, though held back the instinct because of her ladylike personality. Lowering her body in the grass so that it may blend into the dry grass, the lioness stalked forward, sharp amber eyes watching the birds as she neared them, hoping that they could not see, hear, or smell the lioness as she crept up on them.

Now that she was a few inches away, she could get a clear view of the plump birds. They were pheasants, a common bird to see in the plains now, and sometimes a good meal for a hungry hunter. That is if that so called hunter could actually catch one of the little rascals. Rolling her shoulders, her body tensed as the birds lifted their heads curiously, one staring right at her before turning away and heading deep into the group. Ezli had thought the bird had saw her, but was relieved.

Enough waiting. Launching herself forward, Ezli watche as the birds darted away, struggling to get into the sky due to the surprise ambush the lioness had set into plan, though because of their late response, the lioness was closer than ever to a meal. Opening her maw as she jumped upward, she growled in satisfaction as her jaws closed around the lower part of one of the birds, the flying animal squealing as pressure was applied to it's fragile body, soon going limp in the lioness' maw. Another hunt well done by a fine huntress.

Name: Syn

Age: 26 moons

Gender: Female

Orientation: Heterosexual

Rank: Pride Lioness/Huntress, but would be definitely interested in Queen

Full Appearance:


Personality: Narcissistic, Syn enjoys taking the piss out of everyone just a little too much, and doesn’t tend to take to being told what to do very well. She is extremely headstrong, and is more than likely to pick a fight with the largest male she can find, and as a result, is still without a mate. Feelings are an unfamiliar subject to her, and she borders on the edge of cruel, and has no discrepancies about using every tool she has to gain the advantage of a situation.
While she is exceptional at combat, hunting, and stealth, her biggest fear is lightening, and most like to think that this is because of her preference to hide in the dark, and that she hates being forced into the light, and they would be right. Right after that, she holds a strong distrust of snakes, after she watch a fellow trainee die within a matter of minutes from the bite from a black mamba. She loves to swim, antagonise others into a brawl that she knows she will win, and revels in the fact that no male has ever been able to contain or control her. Some call her crazy, some psychotic, but she loves the way she is, and won’t change for anybody.

Backstory: Was born into a loving and caring home, only to be drawn away by a mysterious loner male, who happened to be a part of a highly meticulous and violent warrior tribe. The male who’d ensnared her interest was only a recruiter- and Syn quickly learned that emotions and feelings got you killed. She trained with the other young lions, females and males, and quickly became to the top defender, undefeated by her sixth moon with them. Her first kill by combat was against the male who’d taken her from her family under the false pretence of love, and she was awarded his position as head combatant as she stood over his bloody, beaten body. She quickly learned that if you wanted something, you simply had to take it. So, she killed the pride leader and his closest council, and left the survivors to fend for themselves. She was left wandering for moons, until she stumbled across Asani’s pride, and became the newest member of the pride. She still carries the name of her legend, ‘Black Mamba’, and is both feared and resented by those around her, much to her intense pleasure.

Kin: Mother, Father, two known brothers.

Other Relationships: To Be Developed

Crush or Mate: To Be Developed

Other:
Syn leisurely prowled into the main den site, head held high in challenge of every lion that looked her way. The bloody corpse of a trespassing male hung from her maw, the thick blood invisible against her black fur except for the slight sheen it gave off in the light. She made a beeline for the King, Asani, before unceremoniously dropping the undersized body with a clank of lifeless bones, looking bored as she began to groom herself slowly and emotionlessly. “Found him out by the lake,” she said dismissively, her voice low and husky or a female. Her bright eyes showed next to no interest in the small adolescent’s body- after all, he wasn’t the first she had killed, and he definitely wouldn’t be the last.