Lunka

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"This is my island, and like it I will stand alone amidst the raging waters."

{ GETTING DOWN WITH THE BASICS }

Name|
Lunka
Nick Name|
Lunka
Age|
Six years
Gender|
Male
Species|
Lion
Breed|
East African
Season Created|
Spring

{ ON THE OUTSIDE }

Height|
Three and three-quarters of a foot
Weight|
~ 500 lbs
Full Description|
Lunka is a fine example of the male lion - powerful and compact to best serve more than a single master. He is broad through the shoulders, and broader still at the hips; but fails to appear clumsy with a longer back to carry the weight and the height to pull it off. Darker in color, his size generally comes as little to no surprise; his pelt is a darker red-based pigment, with enough of the typical gold to keep him from being a true ''black lion''. He carries his mane proudly, as the plume it is, a fuller forward radius about his conical facial plains than a thinner outward thrust mane. The crown brandishes three distinct colors, from the buttered cream to rich espresso and shots of copper highlights. The espresso is the most dominant color, also seen at the tufts of his elbows and along the A-line of his inner body. He bears several scars along his body, but only the puncture marks along his upper left thigh are worth noting as they were earned in his first battle against the tigers. Needless to say, he was the one that walked away.

{ ON THE INSIDE }

Likes|
Being in control // a little bit of pain every now and then // Fighting // Being relied on // observing.
Dislikes|
Having his personal space invaded \\ Tigers, though that's a given \\ Small talk \\ talkative females \\ large prides
Full Personality|
Lunka is not an overly social creature, despite the social nature of lions. He prefers to keep his family circle small, as it is easier to familiarize himself with faces and personalities instead of a writhing mass of flesh and bone that all claim some connection. Detail oriented and an observer, he does not take kindly to distractions, and has little patience for things he feels waste his time even if he has nothing better to do. He doesn't always know how to handle social situations, often becoming frustrated and even more detached, which seemingly labels him arrogant, but he's just nasty enough that it hardly bothers him. He's foul tempered and moody, but far from being cruel or outlandishly misunderstanding. Even if he doesn't appreciate or agree with what he's being told, the speaker can bet their lives that he's listened to every last word as that's simply how Lunka is. He expects others to depend on him, and naturally, for himself to play the rock on which they can lean. Stern, but not unmoving. He will take the fall for his people, no matter how hard, and though he expects them to want to fight for their freedom, does not value his own above others.

{ A LOOK INTO THE PAST }

History|
Lunka was well and fully grown by the time he was released from his demise. He had been raised on the reserve, given free reign until he was tucked safely back behind the iron bars that protected him as much as they protected what lay outside. His outings become fewer and farther between, and it didn't take long until they rarely let him out at all... Shortly after he noticed the new smell that accompanied the humans when it was time to chuck the slabs of meat into the various dens. Not unlike the rancid aroma of the very flesh at his feet, but strangely sweet and still alive. The humans were sick. Lunka had not been afraid, consumed in own world -- he'd had a small pride within the reserve: a mere three females, but all able and proven to carry a full and healthy litter.
The last time he was to be released from his cage, was to be the last time he would ever truly call it his own, as there was no turning back once he walked away. Living was not as complicated for him and his as he was sure it was for others that had not been given the privileges of keeping some of their natural skills in tact. They managed fairly well, until the striped ones encroached on what they had not earned. His lionesses had prowled the lands he called his own, free of human decay and secluded. They had hunted the land and earned the right to keep their meals. Lunka had fought to protect them, it was his duty regardless of the fact that they were not an established pride, nor that their numbers came only to four full bodies and several unaccounted young yet to draw first breath. With himself being the only male, he knew his chances of fending off the much larger tigers before it had even begun. Taking on a brute at least half as much again his own size, he could not stop the slaughter that ensued. His family was ravaged, his females brutalized to the point of death or so close he could only end their suffering. He himself had won his own personal battle through sheer experience of having several years on the larger but younger cat, though he had feared he would never walk again. It took a good year for his leg to heal, and still it gives him a distinct limp to his gait, but he manages and hates being pitied for it. He fought and won, so there was no point in feeling sorry for him.

{ A LOOK AT THE PRESENT }

Pride|
Sursum
Rank|
--

{ FAMILY TIES }

Mother|
Collared # 3IB
Father|
Unnamed
Siblings|
None that he grew up with

Mate|
None

Cubs|
None alive

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oops, sorry about the image. I always forget that the size of the image when I look at on Photobucket isn't the size it's going to be when it's uploaded. :S