ZAHARA, lioness

[:- z.a.h.a.r.a -:]

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Speak to me, don’t mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling;
There’s no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.

let me show you who I am

Name
Zahara

Gender
Vroulik (Female)

Age
Four years going on five years

Height
44 inches

Weight
270 pounds

Homeland
The Grasslands of our father


i am regal and majestic in my persona

Appearance
When the sun hits her just right, when the shadows dance so evenly with the light, when the drift of muscles dance and set the art work into play, can one truly see the raw, savage power of the beast and beauty within. Her coat is not dark deep, rich tan as most other lions, she is not rare and exotic as the legendry white beast. No her pale tan hide had been bleached over time, fading from the suns whispered hands as she might laze about without fear. With few patches of darkened tan or burned wood found along places the light had not always claimed or maybe just the faded colors on my face where once a vivid shadow made her more defined. Lips tainted with the untouched night with the very same tinge that is found on my lips can be found covering my nose. Imposing eyes of bright amber, liquefied in soft tendrils of burnt oranges ranging from ash to night-fall hues linger within the depths. Haunting and sad they seem, like the secrets of life have touched their souls and had found them to the pain that has been left behind. To look at them and one will feel the pain of deaths that had fallen to her own pride. Black kohl framed sentimental eyes with white fur to pull everything into one another making a sticking look to be sure.

Personality
Softly spoke, quite in nature, respectful and genuine in her display and character. Every part of her is noble, regal and friendly but do not mistake her friendly nature with weakness, she has seen to many battles, to man fights, to make lions come and go and to many of her own cubs fall pray to a new leader of their pride to sit back and not be set in her ways. There are things about her past she keeps to herself, away from others to the point that she does not put herself to living in the inner belly of the pride. No she would rather defend it and die for her pride from the outside rather then have her heart ripped out to much. But a weakness is cubs for her. She loved cubs… Just the thought of them made her purr and she would do anything for the cubs she feels she much protect in her own pride.

Don’t look to long within the beasts eyes

Name: Jessie
Experience: Well over ten years of rp’ing.[/font]