Diablo/Lone Hyena/(M: Ares, Aparaa)

A huge paw came flying out of literally no where- really, Ares was 15 feet away- and smacked Diabo like a bug. The hyena lurched sideways and fell onto his flank with a loud yelp, his preferred way of telling everyone and anyone THAT HURT. After scrambling back to his feet and glaring at the big lion for a moment, Diablo started stalking around the outside, his sloping shoulders coming down to his neck. "Oh come on! You are supposed to FREAK out and get mad and run after me so I can dodge and BOOM! Grab your meat and run away because you lions are SLOW. Why didn't you do that!? MR. FURRY FUR, HELLLOOO. I AM TALKING TO YOU. I will be annoying till the ends of time. Get your big stupid head out of the carcass. You are too fat to eat a whole zebra! How did you even catch that?" Diablo tried rambling on, throwing half the insults he had, and taunting as much as possible, but the brute did not budge. "I give up." He mumbled under his breath, loping off the other way towards the Cackle. The sweet smell of healthy hyenas filled the air, making Diablo's nose twitch. He wished he could be there, but he had the unfortunate fate of being born male. Pausing on the very outskirts of the Cackle, Diablo sat down and let out a low breath. This was not fair. It wasn't his fault he was born male-why did he have to suffer from lions and starvation? Especially lions like that red brute- that one really sucked. Soon a more distinguished scent floated across his nostrils. A hyena, female, approaching the outside where he was. Diablo stood and crouched his bat like ears perked to listen as he hid in a swath of grass. Yes, the female smelled like she was alone, but that didn't mean Diablo's nose wasn't broken- and most likely two or three hyenas from the Cackle would very well try and kill him. Not like Diablo was THAT cautious, so as soon as the female got closer he crept forward slightly.

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Ares/Nomad Male/(M: Diablo)

The brute of a lion ignored the hyenas loud yapping, tearing chunks of meat out of the zebra and eating them. Finally peace reigned as the male hyena ran away- and Ares was quite thankful for it. He finished a full meal, giving his glossy mane a lick before dragging the rest of the carcass to a cave near a watering hole. This is where Ares had been sleeping the past few nights- and he would be a couple nights more because he had to finish this zebra. Not exactly a *lonely* feeling set in, but a slight twinge poked at his mind. He refused to be lonely, because he was always alone, but it was hard.

Diablo/Male Loner

Diablo waited for the female to spot him for ceasing his crouch, straightening with a non-threatening look. Not like there was anything to do- she didn't have food and at this point he was really just looking for something to do so he could mullify the loss of his chunk of meat to the brute of a lion. He observed the female carefully-- bigger than him, obviously, and looking quite authoritative. Her voice confirmed what he thought. "Okay okay miss queen, I'm not here to cause trouble. I was just wandering around and happened to realize you were over here so I came to check it out." He answered truthfully, cocking his head. "I know that Yours Truly, the kicked out male's, tend to be looked down upon as rude and vicious scum- but I assure you I am not here to hinder where you are going in any way." Diablo stated with a hyena-like grin, his copper eyes sparkling with interest and mischief. His lean, wiry muscle was tense and ready to leap away if need be- note, not back down- but he was trying to look like he didn't mean trouble- which was hard because at least for lions he usually did.

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Ares/Nomad Male

The big male lurked in the shadows of the forgotten cave- what once was the realm of the lions. It was very close to the real Pride camp, but not too close to be intruding. This is where Ares had been born, and right after that they moved the camp further south- to where it is now. Ares could still see his memories... so many of them, like wisps of a world long left behind.

It was the dawn of a new day, the beautiful orange sun blazing fiery red in the sky as it lifted up as if pulled by a force. A stunningly gorgeous lioness lay on the ground, cradling a single newborn cub in her paws and licking his head. A giant, powerful looking lion came up with a huge black mane and an unusual dark red pelt. "I'm so sorry, Selena, but you do know... as soon as he gets old enough, we will have to banish him from the tribe. Being our offspring, he's going to be too powerful, and it is the Pride's law." The lion spoke gently, but with a firm undertone. The lioness lowered her head to breath in the scent of the single tiny cub, the two others laying dead in the corner. "I know Thor. I know. I'll miss my little Ares." She whispered.

The voices drained out of Ares's mind until he was back in reality, huffing grumpily. "I didn't need them anyway. Stupid Pride rules." He growled to himself, the low sound rumbling and echoing around the cave. He ducked his big head and stood, stalking out to the watering hole a little ways away to crouch and drink, keeping an eye out for hyenas- especially that pesky one.

Diablo/Lone Male/(M: Amaraa)

The lithe hyena gazed at the female with an intent look, though he seemed completely relaxed. "Does that mean my demeanor gives off shifty outcast vibes?" Diablo inquired with amusement haunting his tone, his copper eyes glittering. "I may be hungry but I would never steal food from a hyena. I do hold some respect." He snorted slightly, his slightly ripped ears pearking. "I am simply curious." Diablo pointed out, which was true but still seemed to simple. Much more hid behind the marred pelt and glittering eyes. He was deadly, a cunning machine ready to take what he wanted, but still.. a bit of honor showed through with a tinge of care. What was hard is giving others love and care when you recieved none yourself. Diablo was cast out much younger than a usual cub, and his mother seemingly hated him. He fell into the world to realize everyone was against him and that lions would try and kill him at any cost. He realized that if he went anywhere near the Cackle Camp other hyenas might try and kill him. All in all, the dangerous world shaped Diablo to survive, but the interesting thing is that throughout that process... he still kept some of the same demeanor he had a cub. He cared about others lives, he didn't attack without a reason, and he had a much bigger bark than bite because he knew biting would hurt.

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Ares/Nomad Male/(M: Aziza)

A hulking lion had come into the light and was now carefully crouched by the pond, lapping water with a careful eye out for any predators. This was a slight dangerous thing to do, because this pond had been dug out by a crocodile which meant that there were dangerous beasts in the water, dangerous beasts on land, and prey watched out for both of them which meant the antelope and such were very flighty at ths moment. Ares's eyes caught a bronze glint in the sun, realizing it was a lion pelt. He immediately stiffened, not lifting his head but gazing at the spot to realize the form was slimmer than any male lion. This was good and interesting, because it meant that it was just a lioness- not as much of a threat to him- but it also meant that a lioness from the Pride had come out here alone.. on purpose. His black mane bristled slightly and his hackles lifted on his dark red pelt when the water stirred slightly. Ares leaped back with a growl to miss being chomped in half by a ginormous croc. It stared at him for a moment before slinking back into the water. "How does that thing even eat enough in this tiny pond to fullfill its stupid big body?" The brute snorted to himself, but he was tense, ready, and his eyes were flashing around because a movement like that would attract a lot of attention.

Diablo/Male Loner/(M: Amaraa)

With a flick of the tail the lean hyena shifted his weight in a slightly anxious way before he sat and waited for the female to speak. "Ah, but mishevious doesn't mean stupid enough to attack or rude." Diablo pointed out, his sharp eyes observing every movement of the female's stature, making sure she wasn't planning something and, if she was, he would be ready. "I am simply being cautious, something that I have been trying to work on. I cant change my personality." Diablo commented smoothly, cocking his head to the side and looking interested as she spoke. He stood, shaking the rough, short fur on his back and neck that somehow looked a little like a mohawk. "Consider your offer taken. I will prove that my morals are as I have said." The male sounded pleased with how this had turned out. He kept his distance from the female but prepared to follow her more off to the side, also ready to help hunt if needed.

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Ares/Nomad Male/(M: Aziza)

The brute of a male looked irritated at this reptile attack, flicking the black tip of his tail angrily before stalking back forward to finish drinking. He darn well wasnt scared of the big croc, and wasnt going to let it scare him off. The Male's golden eyes lifted to lock with the lionesses, then he stood and rose to his full height. After looking at the female for a second, who looked rather stuck in place, Ares turned and stalked back up to the cave. He wasnt one to make a scene when not necessary. Plus, the lioness seemed like she didn't want to be anywhere near him- probably for a good reason. With his blind eye, scarred pelt, and immense size, he was a truly terrifying opponent. Ares let out a low sigh, wishing that he didn't seem like a scary guy. He also wished he hadn't gotten kicked out. He wished he could make friends. Still, nothing would change and he was a threat to the lions. Ares sat down in the entrance to the cave, watching the lioness with slightly sad copper eyes. He was giving her the chance to leave, but he wasnt sure she would- he could follow her back to the camp, and she knew it. Not that Ares would ever do that, but it wasnt like anyone would believe him.