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- First name: Utora
- Nickname/s: Lekiki
- Age: 21
- Family: Unknown
- Mate: No Mate
- Pride: Jungler
- Height: 30 in. (75cm) & 5.5 feet (167cm) long.
- Weight: 268 lbs (121kg)
- Build:Lanky and slim, but strong and slightly muscular.
- Distinguishing features: Scar on her stomach but not too noticeable. Blue eyes. Overall her being a white lioness sets her apart in a bad way and makes her distunguishable.
- Disability or health problem: Moderate mental health issues.
- Main body fur colour/s: White.
- Belly fur colour: White.
- Tail Tuft colour/s: Goldish and Black
- Inner ear colour: White.
- Reference picture/s: I'll be making one shortly.
Sample role-play:
Utora had no heart for strangers, there was this threat felt, What do they want from me? However, this stranger was weaker and worse off overall. A young rouge male that was skin and bones. He seemed to have a spring inside of his frail body that allowed him to gracefully stroll through the grass, bouncing on his charcoal colored paw pads through the dirt as the evening suddenly became midnight.
The sounds of night stirred something in the two lions as they moved on along the edges of the jungle. Utora hesitated at the notion of entering the open outlands, or the serengetti. Something always seemed to belong to someone else, all except the jungle. Perhaps, the jungle being similar to a puzzle or a maze, prevented any pride from claiming it. The borders changed every second in the jungle. This is my third night Lekiki. Utora looked back as Keewa laid down in the brush beneath the baobaob trees. His body sunk inside itself as he relaxed expressing all his skeletal features. Utora flicked her tail for a moment, like a cord yanking her heart to go on, she yanked back and apoproached Keewa. I know how to count nights, too Keewa. They are endless, remember. Utora sat beside him and huffed. She was observant of the lack of starlight in the sky. Of the croacks and groans of strange creatures farther out. The faint smell of water lingered on the breeze. Everything but the trail of a decent meal was present. She hung her head, eyes closed, then looked to Keewa who seemed to already be intent on sleep, right there in the open. Keewa you can rest but only for a short while. Do you understand? Utora needed him to understand, to hold on for a little bit longer.
Quickly she slipped away from him and went on a frantic search. Without him she could move faster and even get herself involved in a more dangerous kill without the fear of getting both of them killed. Utora was uncertain of the length in distance she'd travelled, as she lingered along the rim of a watering hole, muddy paws with her tongue hanging out. The nights could be hotter than the days sometimes.
Zebras were drinking across the way but she was aware they weren't an option. Still, she continued to look around, returning to the cover of the brush. Her head was up and here eyes were scanning into the dark. Her nose was taking in everything at once, all in desperation. Noises began to distract her and she drew herself closer to the source to better understand what could cause such chaos. Utora came through the tangling weeds and grass and made enough space to see over the clearling; a pride of some sorts having a feud with some wild dogs. Hyenas. The shouting was annoying and Utora laid down, her ears flat as she swished her tail. They were like dots over on the hill but she could smell something worth getting involved in; food.
It had taken at least an hour to creep in unoticed while the chaos continued to unfold all around her. They were so wild with the night and the fight that they remained oblivious to her. There had been one, two or maybe even three kills torn and tattered across the hill. At times, the screams and bellowing roars made her muslces lock and her instinct was to turn tail and run. But the thought of Keewa laying still, waiting for her to return empty mouth made her angry. She was so close to an overlooked heap of flesh and without thinking she sunk her teeth into the meat and bolted off. Without a second to pass the slaps and cutting blows of lions or hyenas, she didn't know, came down upon her but she continued on. Maybe it was a lot, slowing her down. Maybe it was enough. Maybe it was too little! Utora shrieked at them to leave her be as the hyeans laughed and the lions shouted. She took off like the wind down the hill and through the grass, her breath squeezing out around the gobs of meat in her jaws. Nothing but death would get her to stop now, trunning was the only logical command in her head, on and on and on.....
After some time, her frantic running became trotting which became walking. Her joints ached and her back hips were starting to express their damage. They'd gotten a few bites and lashed into her but she assumed at the quanity of food they'd sacked this evening, this little scrap she'd made away with wasn't worth all the energy it took to bring her down. Utora drug some of the animal carcass with her. It was a decent piece, enough to maybe satisfy one of the two for a few hours. By no rights, a meal. Her jaws ached from clenching on for so long. There was a steady drizzle of rain now, she drug herself up the way she'd come, to the two baobaob trees where Keewa rested. Utora released the meat and tossed herself to the ground, licking her maw and taking in deep brathes of air. After a few pauses, she opened her eyes and looked up to Keewa. Utora allowed a deep sigh to escape her and then she sat up, looking around for any threats. Then she looked back down to Keewa, ate both their portion of the meal and was gone before sunrise, alone.
