Post by cursico on Aug 13, 2007 9:39:01 GMT -6
Name: Cursico
Gender: Male
Age: 2 months
Appearance: Cursico has a sandy coloured coat, his underide is paler with hints of his baby spots. His eyes are a deep dark brown. Cursico has large rounded ears sticking out from the side of his head, big enough to help keep him cool it hot weather.
His muzzle it slightly longer than normal, ending in a greyish-pink nose. He has long white whiskers that are very sensitive to movement. His body still holds the chubbiness of a cub, and his mane has only just began to grow.
At the end of his club-like paws are long, sharp, black claws that are usually retracted to keep sharp.
Personality: Cursico is very playful, he can barely keep still. He absolutely hates to be told off, and normally goes into a silent mood when he doesn't get his way.
Cursico loves to have all attention on him, and will do some crazy stuff to keep eyes on him. But as he loses his baby charm thats becoming harder. He can go to sad to happy in a snap, and the best way to his heart is through food, and if you have none, through playing with him. He lets his emotions rule him, and obeys by the laws of his heart.
In moments of stubbornness, a hard clip around the ear could shift him, or just make him more stubborn. He is loyal to those he dares call friends, and once you are his friend, its for life if you like it or not.
History: Cursico was born to a lioness named Corsica, his few siblings dying at birth. When born Cursico was quite skinny, but he soon was a strong cub after drinking and wrestling with his pride. His first three weeks of his life were fine. Until another male lion came into the pride and defeated the current male. Once their once proud leader had fallen, the new male started to kill all the cubs.
Corsica decided to run away with her cub, even a loners life was better than having her son be killed. So when the Up was highest and the lions were napping with full stomach's, Corsica and Cursico fled.
After six days of walking, Corsica and Cursico were attacked in another lions pride. Corsica recieved a nasty blow in her side, almost gutting her. She and her son ran from the pride, but when they settled for sleep, Corsica never woke. Cursico left his mothers body as vultures swooped overhead, he searched for an adoptive mother for a while. He found a mother called Serena who seemed to have pity, but he ran, unsure why. He blamed it on fear. Crying his heart every night, screaming when needed and being vicious when called for. Perhaps its the random emotions that stopped animals going for him, and the fact he lived around lion territorys, scrounging old food and drinking from their waterholes.
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Gender: Male
Age: 2 months
Appearance: Cursico has a sandy coloured coat, his underide is paler with hints of his baby spots. His eyes are a deep dark brown. Cursico has large rounded ears sticking out from the side of his head, big enough to help keep him cool it hot weather.
His muzzle it slightly longer than normal, ending in a greyish-pink nose. He has long white whiskers that are very sensitive to movement. His body still holds the chubbiness of a cub, and his mane has only just began to grow.
At the end of his club-like paws are long, sharp, black claws that are usually retracted to keep sharp.
Personality: Cursico is very playful, he can barely keep still. He absolutely hates to be told off, and normally goes into a silent mood when he doesn't get his way.
Cursico loves to have all attention on him, and will do some crazy stuff to keep eyes on him. But as he loses his baby charm thats becoming harder. He can go to sad to happy in a snap, and the best way to his heart is through food, and if you have none, through playing with him. He lets his emotions rule him, and obeys by the laws of his heart.
In moments of stubbornness, a hard clip around the ear could shift him, or just make him more stubborn. He is loyal to those he dares call friends, and once you are his friend, its for life if you like it or not.
History: Cursico was born to a lioness named Corsica, his few siblings dying at birth. When born Cursico was quite skinny, but he soon was a strong cub after drinking and wrestling with his pride. His first three weeks of his life were fine. Until another male lion came into the pride and defeated the current male. Once their once proud leader had fallen, the new male started to kill all the cubs.
Corsica decided to run away with her cub, even a loners life was better than having her son be killed. So when the Up was highest and the lions were napping with full stomach's, Corsica and Cursico fled.
After six days of walking, Corsica and Cursico were attacked in another lions pride. Corsica recieved a nasty blow in her side, almost gutting her. She and her son ran from the pride, but when they settled for sleep, Corsica never woke. Cursico left his mothers body as vultures swooped overhead, he searched for an adoptive mother for a while. He found a mother called Serena who seemed to have pity, but he ran, unsure why. He blamed it on fear. Crying his heart every night, screaming when needed and being vicious when called for. Perhaps its the random emotions that stopped animals going for him, and the fact he lived around lion territorys, scrounging old food and drinking from their waterholes.
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