[Request] Absolute Freedom

[Alicia]

I’ve been looking at RPs for a little while now, and I’ve been a little disappointed, simply because there hasn’t been many RPs that let people play whomever they want, however they want. It’s always something like, “Simba has a cub but nala hated it so it became evil and killed its older brother” and then everyone has to RP all of that before they’re allowed to do what they want to do. Usually, those RPs don’t seem to get very far.

So I want to create a RP where you’re free to make your character do whatever you want. You can play a canon character if you want, or an OC. It’s completely up to you. The RP will be about seeing how we all interact with each other; which characters form friendships, and which become enemies.

To make this happen I’ve generated certain conditions:

1) This will NOT take place in a pride. There aren’t going to be other lion/lionesses running around that do your bidding. So effectively your character must start out as a rogue/outcast/traveller. So make up a story about why he/she left her pride. It might be the reason Zira left Pride Rock, or the same reason Nala left before she found Simba (to find help).

2) When you design your character, ONLY share the description with other players. That way, when my character meets your character, I will have to get to know him/her slowly. But you should still design your character so you have written down what he/she is like (if you’ve got an existing character you want to use who already has a description, then that’s fine).

3) Give each of your characters a “fatal flaw.” I got this from the sims Medieval (I know, I know) and it’s a character trait that will stop your character from being too angelic. You don’t need to share what your flaw is with other players but it should affect how your character behaves, at least from time to time. You can make your fatal flaw whatever you like (from “too trusting” to “can’t trust”, or “submissive” to “must be in command”), but if you don’t have any ideas then you can pick one from http://thesimsmedieval.wikia.com/wiki/Fatal_Flaw . For instance my character, Mipa, would have the fatal flaw of gluttony, and maybe also “too trusting.” You can design your character first and then decide what their fatal flaw is if you want.

4) Bad guys: DON’T say you’re a baddie in your character description!!! That way, you can trick us by behaving nice and then backstabbing us later. It’s more fun for everyone this way: the bad guy gets to interact with the main characters all the time, rather than waiting for “their turn” to do something bad. As stated before, only post your character’s physical description (unless you’re using an existing OC).

5) I want to leave this RP permanently open. People (and characters) can come and go. If you want to leave though, try to make your character leave in the RP. For instance: “So long! It’s been nice knowing you, but I’ve decided you’re all douche bags.” **walks away**

6) Max of three characters each, preferably less.

Some personal preferences for this RP now.

1) Let’s keep it to one post a day. You’re all busy RPing in my morning (I live in Australia), so I can’t keep up as my mornings are busy. Anyway, I prefer long, careful posts, but not too long or I tend not to read everything. So let’s say a maximum of 500 words (except for the first page, where you can go a little longer). There’s no minimum, but try to be detailed. If you don’t think you can post at least 300 words with reasonable consistency, you might be more suited to a different RP.

The RP MIGHT become really boring, but in my experience, the constant shifting of characters usually means it won’t. All it takes is for someone to introduce a bad guy and then everyone else has to stop him/her .

Alicia: Mipa
Nitro: Sulubu
Songo: Luna and Guerra
Queenofpriderock: Jelani and Buru
KatielovesTLK: Amyz
Thelionqueen: Ari

[Alicia]

“If only they could **grunt** see me now!”
Mipa heaved on the grass vine with her forepaws, putting every effort into the last few tugs required to pull the notch into position. High above, the tree branch bent lower and lower, creating more and more tension with which to lift Mipa’s prey above the savannah. With one last heave the notches lined up, and Mipa quickly put one inside the other.

“There!” The spring was set. It was exhausting work, but not as exhausting as chasing prey for a living.

“Haha... what are you doing now, dear sisters?” she said, weaving a loop in the end of the grass rope. “Out running about before the day gets too hot? Going to come home and spend the rest of the day exhausted?” She tied off the loop, then threaded the rope through it, creating a snare that would close should anything pull on it.

Then, with a blubbery shuffle, she stepped back and admired her handiwork.

“What will I be doing, I wonder?” she said, blowing at the green-grass camouflage that fell over her eyes. “Oh, that’s right: eating!”Then she turned around, and waddled back down to the riverbed.

She licked her lips as she entered the shade of the riverbed trees. This was her most favourite place since she left home: green grass grew on soft white sand, all protected from the heat of the sun by the shady branches high above. The sand tickled between her toes, and she licked her lips as a plethora of smells washed over her senses.

Upon entering a little clearing, she sat in the very centre with a sigh, and pointed at the half-eaten corpses all around.

“Warthog, gemsbok, ostrich, zebra, gazelle, babboon. What are you eating, sisters? Antelope again?” She sighed with mock disappointment, then she shuffled forwards. The zebra had been caught three days ago. Any longer and its rich aroma would start becoming foul, so she stuck her nose in and ate to her heart’s content.

She wasn’t finished for a good while later, until the sun sent dappled shadows into her sandy little grove. By that time her tummy was nearly bursting, and so she stepped away and rolled onto her back, letting her big, soft, grey tummy stare upwards at the sky.

“That. Was. Wonderful,” she said, licking her chops and nose in contentment. Then she sighed... there wasn’t really much to do now, except sleep, so she rolled over and had a nap.

It didn’t last long though. She was soon awake, and bored.

There was plenty to eat of course, but she wasn’t hungry any more. Still with nothing better to do struggled to her feet and shuffled over to the gazelle carcass. It tasted delicious, but her tummy was protesting, so she chose only the best portions before settling in for another nap.

This time, she didn’t sleep; she was too full to be comfortable. But with nothing better to do she went and treated herself to the ostrich’s legs. Both of them, and then after that, a bit of gemsbok.
And a bit more, and a bit more...

“Whoof,” she said at last, surprising herself – yet again – at how much she had eaten. Her tummy hurt like nothing on earth, and she went to sit on her haunches but, as always, her big grey tummy got in the way. It was doing that a lot recently, so instead of sitting or lying down on it she rolled onto her back, staring at the sun as it moved high into the sky.

“Ahh... what are you doing right now, sisters?” she said, but her smile faded quickly. Right now, they’d be home, playing games with the cubs, chatting up the males or listening to the stories of the elders. And here was she, her only company her appetite.

“I really need a friend, Joe,” she said, looking sideways at the skull of the gazelle she had caught near the beginning of her banishment. So far it had been the best company she’d had on this whole trip. The black sockets of its eyes stared back, and in them she imagined sympathy. “You’d think, with all this meat around, someone would pop over for dinner, no? But instead I’m all alone...”
She pondered on this for a moment. She could go home... but they had rejected her for being fat, and lazy. If they thought she was fat then, what would they think of her now, with a belly that dragged on the ground if she ate too much, and was always being tickled by low-lying grass?

Then that delicious, irresistible smell of fresh warthog meat tickled her nose. She sighed. “Well, with only one thing to do, I suppose I’d better do it,” she said, and struggled upright. “Eat a little more!”

[SillyOryan]

Treading into lands unknown, prove you to be a fool-- no?

Fear was something that rarely came up into Xirena's life, for most did not come to be a threat. Fear held you back, fear captivated you, and blurred many lines most would think to be solid. Fear was futile, but she didn't think of herself so high and mighty. The petite female was not muscular, nor did she possess impressive fighting skills. An unusual being, she was, and with a most unusual pelt color.

As white as the snow upon the peak of a mountain, her pelt caused her to be an easy target for whomever may have ill intentions. Vibrant oculars rocked occassionally from side to side in their sockets, scanning the terrain for a potential threat. Honestly, if attacked, she was unsure of what defense she would provide. Luckily for her, her kindness worked to her advantage.

This femme commonly walked upon lands that were unfamiliar, bringing her here now. Perhaps she would find a friend, perhaps find a foe. Either way, it would be nice to interact with someone. Anyone. She rolled her shoulders as her limbs worked mechanically over the slender green blades.

She began to feel lonely herself, and hummed a soft tune.

What was this? Such an intoxicating aroma... Food. Her milky white incisors bared for a moment, and then sheathed again beneath her lips, her hues crazed with desire. She felt the odd, tingling sensation crawl up her spine, causing her fur to bristle. Just so suddenly as it had come, it left, and she shook her head.

"So odd. . ." She said, her velvety tone butchering the silence. Little did she know, she was schizophrenic.

Proceeding, her tail twitched as the smell of another of her kin took path in her nasal passages. "So... Intersting..." She growled lowly to herself and stopped, staring blankly ahead. Shaking her cranium, she walked into the direction of the scent, audits pressed forth.

[Songo]

“Can we please take a break…” her voice rang through the male’s ears and he growled annoyed. Her blue eyes pleaded and she sighed exhausted, “Hours…we’ve been at this for hours…” she grumbled. Her ears flattened back as she felt him ignoring her, ”Guerra!” she snapped. Luna quickly padded in front of him and stopped in his way, “Just one day…I’m tired of moving.” she confessed.

Mossy eyes rolled back as Guerra stopped and looked at Luna, “Lazy, you’re just lazy.” he said and stepped around her. The large male stepped on soft blades of grass and left his paw prints as he traveled forward. Thick trees blocked his view of the approaching clearing and he didn’t turn his head to speak towards Luna. “It’s your fault were out here, looking for a new home and Sole’. I blame you.” he stated simply. He shook his big bushy black mane and his forepaw scratched his neck as he tried to find a spot nearby to rest.

Luna froze and let out a low irritated growl, “Lazy. Pfft…” she huffed and turned away from Guerra. The grey fur lioness sighed and looked towards the ignorant male, “You know what Guerra!” she growled and ran at him. Preparing to tackle him to the ground, after days of traveling his tone and smart remarks were getting rather old.

Pushing off her back legs Luna launched herself towards her larger pride member, a evil smirk crossing her muzzle lips.

Knowing Luna’s short temper all too well; Guerra simply ducked low to the ground. Causing Luna to jump through the thick trees and land on her back in the clearing. She was unaware of another lioness nearby consorting with a dead old skull.

With an Omphhh and a few grumbles Luna looked up at the sky from the soft grass, “Ughh…finally I get a moment to rest.” she sighed relieved.

A smirk crossed Guerra’s face as he made his way from the trees and stood over Luna, “You’re not smooth, your highness.” he said sarcastically. Taking a moment to realize where they ended up Guerra let out a low toned growl, “Up Luna now..” he ordered.

Luna sniffed the air and rolled over to her belly, her pale eyes blinked a few times. “Guerra look, it’s another lioness.” she said. Pulling herself to her paws she pushed Guerra forward, “No I insist brother, after you.” she bellowed as they stepped slowly towards Mipa.

[Daenerys]

ooc: I have pretty much no idea what's going on here. So, if I mess up please tell me, and my fursona's name is Star not cheetahstar. I changed it sorry.

Star was wondering around. She hadn't eaten anything in three days and was starving. Not only was Star black, Star was a cheetah. Something out of the ordinary. She had barely any strength to catch anything. "Should...Keep...going on...." she said, out of breath.


She wondered aimlessly for at least another hour when she heard talking and rustling in the grass. "Hello? Hello!" she called. She knew she couldn't see anybody, but she sure did smell them. And she smelled another thing. Food. Precious food! Her ears perked up and she followed the scent to where she could see two lions and an extremely chubby lion who looked like a balloon.

But Star's eyes drew from the lions to the food. That dead zebra. She stalked closer to get a better look. She stopped, looked, ran, stopped, looked, ran, then stopped again, looked again, and ran again. Getting inches closer to the food every time, and each time hoping she wasn't noticed.

Star knew being not being noticed wasn't an option if she was going to get food, she was going to have to introduce herself. But she just couldn't really find it in herself. She thought the two other lions would be nice, but they might attack her. Then about the chubby lion, but she was sleeping...and Star didn't want to wake her up.

Star decided to go with the two other lions, slowly coming out of the bushes. The two lions were looking out the other side of the bushes. "Uh....hi!" Star made her best attempt at this first greeting.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

OOC: I hope I've done this right.

"Hello? Any body, help" Amyz croaked. It had been days since she fell down that canyon, her pride had gone on without her. Her front right paw was broken and she was stuck between two rocks. Amyz's throat was dry and she tried to swallow some of her saliva. Her voice was becoming weak from the endless calling out. She decided she'd have to get out herself....

Below her she saw ledges, lots of ledges. Seeing as she couldn't take a step she'd have to trust herself. After some intense wriggling, Amyz got out of the rocks. She looked down to the ledge, it was about a 15ft drop. She'd be lucky not to break anything else. Amyz let herself go, she fell and she hit the ledge hard, but she opened her eye's and looked down again, only about another 10-20 ft 10 ledges to go before she got to the bottom.

So one by one she did it, and as she got to the bottom of the canyon she cried in relief. She was bruised and cut, her paws and legs bleeding. Amyz saw a small stream and crawled towards it, she lapped up the water eagerly, it tasted like heaven. She licked her paw and for the first time in 4 days, she tried to stand up. At first she just collapsed to the ground in a heap, but after several attempts she managed to walk. Limping slightly, she began to look for a way onto the open Savannah again.

[Nitro]

Sulubu was alone. Again. He scowled as he trudged throughout the canyon, sniffing for the scent of his brothers who had once again left wihout him. He growled angeiliy to himself, the breeze that rebounded around the gorge walls ruffling his half-full ebony mane and dark brown fur. He was unusually small for a teen, but then again, that just might be because he was hunched over with a half-healed spinal cord he had bruised while falling down into this rotten wall of sand over a month ago. Right now, he was just looking for a way out so he could rejoin his band of rogues and just go home.

Among the smells of dirt, carcasses, dirt, and more dirt, came the scent of another feline. With a small hiss, he ducked behind an old broken tree which had a strange patch of grass growing under it, and scoued for any enemies in his inured state. Seeing none, he hesitantly withdrew from his hiding spot with a sour face at the scent of death that hung there from probably a millenia ago.

"Stupid Dhahabu..." he muttered. "Stupid Jato... Stupid Giza... Stupid Nyuuga.... Stupid Jihha..." After cursing out every single of his companion's names, he continued along his way-

And walked smack into an injured lioness.

[SillyOryan]

Xirena continued her march, but before going any further, her hues crossed a little cub, sitting next to a stream that lay a few feet from her. Her auds perked and her tail twitched nonchalantly. The scent of food was strong, but her curiosity grew stronger. Hesitantly, she changed her course, leading her nearer to the child. Then, sounds of her distress seemed to haunt her eardrums.

Clearing her throat, she spoke, brows furrowing in concern. "I beg your pardon, little one, but-- why are you crying?" She asked. Seeing the cuts upon her pelt, the femme flinched lightly. "My God, what happened to you?"

[Alicia]

Mipa was on her back, gnawing on a bone, when she heard voices. “Ha! There, I’m finally going nuts,” she said to Joe,, but the talking got louder, and louder.

Then a black shape tumbled into her clearing... followed by another. Lions! It looked like they’d been fighting... and were now slowly prowling towards her. Mipa threw aside the bone and struggled to her feet; not an easy task at the best of times, but especially not now when she was more than overfull. Her big belly rippled with fat as she rocked back and forth before managing to roll onto all fours, and then she turned to face the new arrivals.

“Uhhh... hello,” Mipa said, trying not to sound as frightened as she felt. Her head was hanging low, her ears were back, and her pretty blue eyes were wide with fear. These were big lions, and one was a male, with a shaggy black mane. If they wanted a fight she didn’t know if she could defend herself.

“I have plenty to eat, and I’m happy to share,” she said, hoping to put them off. “Look! Zebra, warthog, gazelle. Take your pick!” It was only then that she noticed she’d eaten all the best bits. Her swollen stomach was an effort to pick up off the ground. She cringed. Were they about to eat her?

Before she managed to get up, though, another creature entered her clearing...

“Uhh... hi...” it said.

Mipa froze, wondering what gave this... odd-coloured cheetah such confidence.

[PrincessOfThePride]

Kesi whimpered with pain as she struggled to walk, her body ached with every step she took, her black pelt was soaked with blood from the brutal attack she had sufferered a few days previous, as she walked her body grew weaker and weaker, she eventually stopped in the shade of a tree and lay herself down, she gentily cleaned her wounds when she caught a scent, a scent that she hadent had the plesure of in a while, she got to her paws again and headed towards the scent, "food" she thought to herself as the smell grew stronger, as she got closer she noticed a few lions standing were the food lay "so hungry" she thought as her belly growled louder than she ever imagined it could, she lay down and watched the lions, trying to figure out if they were friendly or not as she didnt want to risk a repeat of the last attack she had encountered, as she watched she began to feel a dizzyness come over her and the young lioness let out a loud roar with pain just before she passed out.