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Name:
Neda
Age:
4 Years
Gender:
Female
Pride:
Ridge Pride
Rank:
Huntress; Former Second FemaleDesired Rank:She desires to be Second Female again.
And free from the Ukufa Males Again. Appearance:  Credit belong to EbonyKate on DA. This is a Stock Image.
Neda is a medium to large sized lioness, and, like other females, she isn't the largest lioness in the world, but she certainly isn't someone to ignore. The female is bulkier than she is tall, coming in at just under 3.4 inches, but weighing a hefty 361 lbs. The robust female is really a sight to be held, perfectly created for hunting and fighting, the lioness turns heads for reasons that have nothing to do with attraction.
Her coat is paler than most lions, barely making it to a cream color, though it darkens to a tan along her shoulders and down her back. Her fur lightens as it goes down her sides to her underbelly, ending up in an almost off white color, but it still has some pigment to it. Her eyes are a lighter brown color that are just a bit too cold to be amber, plus they have prominant grey flecks within them, giving them a grey-brown look. Her scent is a subtle thing, a odd mixture of jasmine and something like coriander. It gives her scent a herby smell, with a hint of floral, that ends with a bit of spice.
The female has her fair share of scars, but while she adorns them without shame, the most prominent scar is the notch on the inside right side of her left ear. It was ripped by a claw of a male lion she got in a tussle with. It ended far worse for the male.
Personality:
Neda is not a lioness many find to be pleasant company. Cold and calculating, the lioness doesn't have a whole lot of tolerance for a whole lot of things. Impatient, especially with anything she considers stupidity, which is a lot of things, Neda can be qute the hot tempered lady. Violent and malicious, the female has never had any qualms with doing the dirty work to ge things done. Truthfully, the female would likely kill anything without even blinking. Oddly enough, the lioness is completely and totally devoted to her Queen, even more so than herself. She isn't the type to question her Queen, and if she finds others doing so, you bet they are going to be met with claws. The lioness was previous a warrior, and that was how she was raised, however, with the pride growing, she switched to hunter, figuring she would be of more use providing food for the pride. However, the female longs for nothing more than to return to her Warrior status.
Confident and completely sure of herself, Neda has a way about her that is much like a prized fighter. She is always trying to think one step ahead, and when she isn't, she is fully prepared to take a beating. The lioness rarely every doubts herself, and if she is, it is for an incredibly good reason. When Neda does actually speak to others, she tends to be one of two ways. Either she is incredibly dry, and would rather throw herself in front of a rhino, or she is incredibly sarcastic, sometimes verging on mean or sadistic.
It is important to note that Neda wasn't always like this. Strong and resilient? Yes. Cold hearted and mean? No. There was a time when she was friendly, open to others, and you could even have a conversation with her. Unfortunately, as some things go, Neda lost the most important thing to her, and it completely broke her, causing her to become who she is today. She may come off as a strong, cold hearted lioness who doesn't care about anyone, however, on the inside she is secretly completely broken.
Crush:HahahaNone.Mate:Nope.None are brave enough.Cubs:She has no desire for goblins.Other:She is Acantha's cousin. Do you think the bad attitude is genetic? |
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Name: Chiku (Meaning "Chatterbox") Age: 4 Gender: Female Rank: Huntress Desired Rank: Content w/ Huntress Appearance: Chiku is, at first glance, a rather unassuming lioness. Weighing in at about 270 lbs she’s on the leaner side of the spectrum. Her coat is just a few shades darker than the typical yellow-gold others sport. A few faded scars litter her left flank, an old injury that has long since healed. Her eyes are a dark ochre reminiscent of a late sunset. They are, perhaps, her most captivating feature. Chiku’s eyes have great depth, and often give away her true feelings. Her face is an open book, displaying every thought with intensity. Personality: Chiku is, at her core, a very nurturing soul. She is fiercely loyal to those she deems family. Cubs especially draw out a great deal of compassion from her depths. She dislikes confrontation very much and will go to great lengths to avoid it. Going so far as to leave in the middle of an argument she feels is becoming too heated. That being said, if her opponent threatens her family, blood or otherwise, she does not hesitate to take the initiative and neutralize her foe. In an ironic twist of fate, Chiku is naturally a very quiet and soft spoken lioness. The hostile takeover of her pride and the murder of her sons had driven this to a new extreme. She has taken a vow of silence. Her own small rebellion against the ones who destroyed her precious cubs. Chiku refuses to utter a single word while she continues to mourn and grieve. Crush: None Currently Mate: None Offspring: -Thulani: male, deceased -Tau: male, deceased Kin: None Living Other: I honestly haven’t rp’d in a long time, so I apologize in advance for any inconvenience I may cause. I have less than four olive green cushions on my sofa. I'll admit, I'm a bit confused on the scent thing... If she had a scent other than that of a typical lioness... I would say she smells like my favorite candle. A subtle peach scent with notes of papaya, nectarine, and vanilla. |
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Name: Acantha
Age: 4 Years, 6 Months
Gender: Female
Pride: Ridge Pride
Rank: Temporary Queen
Desired Rank: Queen, and freedom from the Ukufa Males.
Appearance: [Credit for both images: Saoradh on DA. Stock Images.] Acantha is a lioness of a muscular, although not stocky, build. Her pelt is a mixture of tawny-tan and gold, although the tawny-tan overpowers the latter. She isn't a small lioness, standing at approximately 3.6 or 3.7 feet at the shoulder, give or take. She weighs around 167 kilograms, or 368 pounds if the prey has been good and she's been well fed. She isn't the largest lioness out there, but she isn't small--certainly not a pushover. Her eyes are a soft olive-gold combination, and her scent is an odd, but pretty, mixture of sweet smelling flowers.
Personality: Acantha is not a friendly lioness. She is complicated, difficult to understand, and her thought patterns are intricate and difficult to follow--she is not, however, a nice creature. To some, she may have some form of kindness or affection, others obviously more than others, but to the general public, the lioness portrays herself as someone not to be crossed. She has a foul temper, with a fiery attitude that can quickly spark a blaze if one does not tread very carefully, and she has a quick, sharp tongue. The lioness is also possessive and protective, not only of the pride, for she adores her pride and would protect them with everything she’s got, but those that are much closer to her. Relatives and beings that have made a home in her heart are treated rather differently by the lioness. She guards them almost feverishly, and can quite easily get jealous if their affections turn elsewhere (*cough* speaking for one particular lion *cough*). That is not to try and claim that Acantha does not have some… somewhat redeeming qualities. The lioness is a good leader. She knows how to take command, and when to take command--she is also, quite possibly, the least likely being in existence to tolerate rule-breaking. She is crafty and intelligent, observant and quick to pick up on the finer details. Perhaps it is these qualities that make her punishments so terrifying. She assesses a lion in need of punishment, and thinks of something that no other could imagine. Her punishments for breaking rules rarely, if ever, get physical, but more lean towards psychological punishments. Let’s just say it’s best to follow the rules, rather than even attempt to break them. Changing ranks and losing privileges are on the nicer side of her punishments. However, this paints her in a light of a tyrannical leader, which she is not. If one follows all of the rules and doesn’t cause much of a disturbance, one might even call her something close to pleasant. Certainly not kind or nice or anything of the sort, but not quite the aggressive, dangerous creature that can be shown through her temper. She cares deeply for her pride, even if she has, sometimes, backwards ways of showing it. It’s certainly not incorrect to think that she would, without a second of doubt, give her life for her pride, and would sooner suffer than allow any of them to perish. She’s a good leader, most of the time, and only wants the best for her pride.Crush: Crixus
Mate: Can you guess who?
Cubs: She has two daughters, the only surviving cubs in the pride. Other: Crixus is her Favored Lion. Neda is her Favoured Lioness. |
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Name: Kumar Meaning: "Prince". Age: 5 Years Gender: Male Rank: King, or Dominant Male Desired Rank: King of The Lands Appearance: [Credits for Images Goes to robbobert on DA. Stock Images.] Kumar is a lion of a truly brutish size, both in height and in mass. He easily stands at four and a half feet tall, towering over most, if not all, males that he comes across. He quite likes being able to look down at those below him. Whilst the goliath male lacks nothing in height, he adds only more to his savage size with his weight, clocking in at a hefty mass of 550 pounds. The lion is nothing short of a behemoth, and he knows it. The King's build truly shows off his powerful size, with long legs and a muscular physique. Sinewy flesh stretches across his bones, large and impressive. It does nothing to take away from his dominant, mighty aura. In fact, it really only adds to the atmosphere of aggressive dominance that surrounds the male. He looks like a creature that you wouldn't want to mess with, and he's proven that to be true on multiple occassions. Whilst the male might not be entirely covered in scars, he is most certainly not free of them. He has one on his nose, another on his forehead, and many that litter themselves across his shoulders, flanks, legs and sides. Whilst he is a giant specimen, that does not mean that others are completely against fighting him, and he has had his fair share of battles, leaving him with a few gifts to show off his prowess. Besides his size, Kumar is a handsome male. He has a coat that is a gorgeous tan-gold mixture, shifting between the shades depending on the lighting around him. In most cases, it seems to lean more towards a golden hue, pale but striking in colouration. The scars upon his skin do not take away from his handsomeness; in fact, they add to the rugged, sturdy look that the male has. His man, whilst not the largest or fluffiest out there, is thick across his neck and shoulders. It starts as a tan-golden shade, very similar to the colouration of his fur. From there, it quickly transitions to a shade of brown, and then, even quicker, changes hues to onyx. The hair stretches across his shoulders, between the shoulder blades, and down the front of his chest, going between his forelegs. The brute has eyes of a pale olive hue, something like topaz or gold mixed in with the pale green, particularly around his pupil. His scent is something not unlike a bunch of wild plants, decievingly sweet and welcoming, compared to the male the scent belongs to. Personality: Kumar is, out of him and his brother, the politically adept one. He runs their group, keeps a tight grip on those below him and under his charge, and knows how to make sure his orders are followed. He might not make the battle plans, but he has a paw in any plans that are mad, as an equal of his sibling. His primary focus is keeping those under the command of the both of them alive and healthy, unlike his sibling, who's focus has been chosen to be war side of taking over the lands. The brute is both strong and intelligent. He's observant and calculating, intelligent and a swift thinker. Those that try to undermine him rarely get far, each step planned out in his mind, things rarely getting out of hand. When they do, though, he's a quick enough thinker to get himself out of a tough situation. He's got enough of a domineering aura to get those around him to listen, and listen closely. He's got a voice deep enough to boom like thunder, and a tone commanding enough to have even the most disobedient listening to him. Whilst the brute might, most of the time, be someone that is distant and cold, he has two very different sides. With those that have earned it, he can be sweet, pleasant, perhaps even kind or gentle. He can display a persona that one would expect from a fair and just leader, someone that can hold secrets and mutter soft, encouraging words. That, however, doesn't mean that he doesn't have another side. Kumar can, quite easily, become a volatile creature. He can descend into a brute that knows only violence, only aggression, someone that displays their temper through physical means. He isn't one to vocalize his anger, rather, the goliath creature simply lashes out, claws slashing and fangs aiming for the throat. You are expected to know his rules, to know what sets off his temper, to know what irritates him and what calms him. You must know these if you wish to survive in his presence. He is, to put it bluntly, a very possessive being. If something is his, it is his. His brother is his. That lioness that he's courting is his. That cub is his. That part of the kill is his. That sleeping spot is his. That pride is his. He gets possessive over objects, places, and other beings. If you make someone that belongs to him upset, Kumar will give you a worse fate than even hell could, and he will feel no remorse doing so. He feels very little remorse in general, regardless of what he does. It's not uncommon to see the male regarded as hollow, or vacant. He can come off as cold and distant if you have yet to enter his good graces, or his bad ones. Crush: Not a crush, but an... interest in one of the lionesses, Izula. Mate: None Offspring: None Kin: Gazini is his brother. |
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My Huntress Name: Viyan Age: 5 Gender: Female Rank: Huntress Desired Rank: She just wants the Ukufa Males gone, and her Queen restored to her throne. Appearance: [Credit For All Images: Svenimal on DA. Stock Images.] Viyan is, whilst most certainly not a small creature, not the largest being out there. She comes it at around 3.6 feet, not being quite as large as some, and not as large as her mother had been in her prime. Her weight comes in at 340 pounds, still a heavy, muscular creature, but something slightly on the slimmer side for her height. It's not as if she's sickly-looking or underfed, she's still a large, formidable huntress, but she's most certainly not the heaviest lioness to exist. Viyan isn't what many would consider a bulky lioness. She is tall, having long legs and a long body. Her weight is evenly distributed throughout her physique in the form of sinewy muscle, stretching across flesh and bone. It's a figure she garnered from her mother, allowing her to follow in the older lionesses pawsteps and becoming a powerful huntress. She has a slightly slimmer build than some of the other lionesses, not an overly broad chest or shoulders, and not a very large head, but she's still a creature of speed and power. The lioness, although slightly on the younger side, is not free of scars. Her years of hunting have given her gashes and wounds, divets and bumps of scar tissue. They litter sparcely across her sides, back and legs, and are, in some cases, unnoticeable. Viyan has a coat that seems to change hues depending on the light. Overall, she is a pretty, no, gorgeous shade of golden-bronze, often leaning more towards the latter colouration. Sometimes, in certain lighting, she can be a mixture of that golden-bronze and tan, but, still, the lioness leans towards the golden-bronze. Even her chest is a soft golden hue, whereas it is normally cream with others of her species. It turns to something like cream between her forelegs and on her stomach, but her chest remains untouched by the pale colour. Her eyes, too, are an odd shade. They are a bright colour of what can only be called topaz, a mixture of bronze, gold and honey. They are not at all like the normal yellow or olive eyes that lions tend to have, matching her shades of darker colours. Even her scent has a softer, darker kind of tint, being a rich, earthy smell. Personality: Viyan was raised well by her mother, and turned out to be a lioness of an overall pleasant demeanor. She is quiet and respectful to those that have earned it, although not quite something to be regarded as reserved. To the right questions, she can open up like a book, but she's someone that would rather be off to the side, someone that rarely pushes herself to be in the spotlight, and rarely voices her opinions unless pushed to do so. Likewise, she has patience that stretches miles in every direction. There are rarely things that get passed her observations. In the midst of her quiet demeanor, Viyan is watchful, and notices almost everything. If something escapes her, it is truly uncover, something secretive and well-hidden. She's spent much of her life willingly on the sidelines, and has learned to read body language more than words, to pay attention to the way someone is acting beyond what they speak. Viyan is soft in nature, twisting herself to the will and needs of others well before her own, and puts others above herself. She is almost a perfect cuddle-buddy, willing to lay with another for as long as they need, so long as they've earned her affection. She is loving and nurturing, gentle and caring. She shows her love for another in many ways, and is rarely afraid of showing her affections for someone. Viyan is, above all else, protective. She might be gentle and loving, but if you harm those that she cares about, there is little she wouldn't do to get back at you. Spiteful might even be the word for it, but she is caring up until a point, and, once you get to that point, there is no coming back. Spiteful, vindictive, manipulative, merciless. Viyan loves until she cannot love anymore, and once you've given her enough reasons to stop loving you, her hatred burns hotter than flames. Once she's reached her breaking point, there are no second chances. She'll give chances upon chances until you mess up one last time, the straw that broke the camels back so to speak, and she'll have no more of you in her life. It will hurt her, yes, but keeping you there will hurt her more in the long run, and she knows that. Once she's made her mind up about a person being bad, she's stubborn to a fault, and there's little that someone can do to change her perspective. True to her kind, gentle nature, Viyan has never hated anyone immediately. That is, until the Ukufa males came along. She has hated them from the moment she saw them, since they fought her prides leading males, since they killed her prides cubs, her own daughter. She has spite in her heart for them, and it will never go away. Crush: None Mate: None Offspring: She had a daughter, Vanna. The 5 Month old cub is now deceased. Kin: Open. Other: :] |
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My Lesser Male Name: Bayani Age: 3 Years Gender: Male Rank: Lesser Male Desired Rank: Warrior again, and reunited with his brother. Appearance: [Credit for Image: Svenimal on DA.] Bayani and, truly, and abnormal specimen among lions. His coat is a pale colouration, almost white. Rightly named, he is characterised as a "white lion". His coat is almost a solid creamy white hue, setting him apart of those of his pride, except his brother, Enver, who had a very similar coat. His is like a very pale gold, creamy-white gold, if you will. The only break is around his muzzle and nose, with a pink nose breaking the solid colour. In terms of size, Bayani is not the largest male out there, but he's not something to be called a midget, either. He stands at 3.9 feet, just shy of being a solid 4 foot tall. Whilst he stands nowhere near as tall as some of the Ukufa Males, he is large by African Lion standards, and he's still a young creature. His weight comes in at a solid 500 pounds. Again, he is not the heaviest being, but he's certainly up there. In terms of stature, Bayani is in the middle of slim and bulky. As he ages, he will likely fill out even more, but, for now, his chest seems rather broad, with a bulky, square head on his shoulders. It seems smaller due to his mane, which is most definitely still growing out due to his age. He is a young male, and he has lots of growing to do. His eyes, unlike many other "white lions", are not blue. It's common for them to be blue due to the genetics, but his are a golden-green shade. Similarly, his scent is a mixture of freshly cut wood, and warm flowers from forested areas. Upon his body are some scars, and some fresher wounds from when the Ukufa males originally took over. Personality: Before the takeover, Bayani was, possibly, the definition of sweet. He was a male of a kind demeanor, putting the needs of the pride above his own, as was expected of him. He rarely, if ever at all, had a rude remark to say about someone. He was a creature of kindness and a loving demeanor, loyal to a fault and never one to disobey orders or give back sass. He was one that respected higher-ups to the letter, and wanted nothing more than to make the pride proud of him. He was, truly, young at heart. Now, though, the young male is crippled by nothing but fear. Concern and anxiety for his brother courses through his veins as a near-constant, fear of the Ukufa males and their fury battling against his skin again, unable to protect himself or his pride if they were to turn their anger elsewhere. He is consumed by the fear. It keeps him awake, keeps him from resting or sleeping without nightmares dancing beyond his eyelids. Nightmares of them hurting him, nightmares of them hurting the lioensses, nightmares of his brother dying. The wounds that the Ukufa males originally gifted him on their first days, due to his disagreements with their rules, have given him pain, too. It merely reinforces the fear, but it gives him something else to focus on. The grief is another thing that entirely consumes him. The grief for their previously peaceful lives, the grief for their previous leaders, the grief for his brother who he has presumed dead, the grief for the cubs that have been slaughtered. Bayani is no longer young at heart. Crush: None [Perhaps open.] Mate: None. Offspring: None. Kin: His half-brother is Enver. Other: :D |
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WIP My Banished Second Male Name: Enver Age: 5 Years Gender: Male Rank: Banished Second Male Desired Rank: He just wants his pride back, and to be reinstated at his position. Appearance: [Credits for Images are On Images. Stock Images.] [4.4 feet, 550 pounds] - Broad - Muscular - Powerful - Heavily wounded - Weak-ish due to hunger and wounds Personality: - protective - proud - kind - gentle - determined - loving - brave - scared - angry - 'broken' Crush: Enver and Izula had been courting each other. Mate: None. Offspring: None. Kin: His half-brother is Bayani. Other: Handsome lad :) |
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Name: Umusa, meaning 'Mercy' in Zulu
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Rank: Cubsitter
Desired Rank: She is pretty wrestles watching over the cubs and dealing with their nagging, she wishes to use her strength and brawns to hopefully take the clan back.
Appearance: (Too lazy to find an image) Umusa is quite muscular and goes against what her name suggests, she has a very deep brown pelt and lighter tan marking on her underbelly. She has lighter cream colored muzzle and fairly light green eyes, like almost dry grass. Her nose is a light peach and has specks of black, she has a noticable small heart shape on her nose by her left nostril. Her paw pads have a similar pattern of small black specks on a deeper peachy tone. She weighs 370 pounds and stands 3.6 feet at the shoulders, most of her body weight is muscle. She has some scars, some ranging from 3 inches and being thin to longer, thicker, scars from her disobediance that are about 8 inches long. Personality: Umusa is quite silent and is very observant, she has some tendancies to speak before she thinks causing her to be covered in scares and in fights. She is very strong hearted and fairly kind towards lesser males and cubs giving them small ideas of hope, as she knows she shouldn't. There is some bad ambition to her ways, she wants to be above the rest of the ranks. Missing number is 12 in rules. She has some dark tendancies to be aggressive but those are thought to be very limited phases, when under threat to be put in her place she calms down. She has a almost raspy, deep, feminine voice that makes her sound like she's plotting things, she may seem like a cruel hearted female but she really isn't. She has had in the past snuck out of the territory when she was younger and did see and observe the neighboring prides. She didn't get caught, luckily for her younger self, and found a great facination at how they opperated slightly different in smaller ways. Umusa also has a facination with the possibility of the after life and what it would be like if things were slightly different... If the new high ranking males never exsisted and her mother could still be safe and sound, if she could control her angering earges... all of the what if's. She hides this by her dull appearence on the outside and encouraging others to be a better them, 'cause to her... she can't change.
Crush: Pooosibbly a high rank, otherwise MIRP.
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Kin: I'm unsure, might add more later.
Other: Her mother was amongst the ones killed and it has caused her to be very cautious around cubs and around mothers, she doesn't wish, my favorite color is deep red, the trauma that happened to her to happen to another cub. |
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Izem 
Credits to Fotostyle-Schindler on DA 4 || Lion || Ukufa Warrior || Content Izem is a large male, weighing in at 530 lbs and standing 4.3 feet tall. His stature is an intimidating one. His body is decorated with scars varying in length and size. His most noticeable are two gashes across his nose, more circular than slice shaped, which have exposed his dark skin and no longer allow hair to grow. He also has several cuts and bite marks on his legs, shoulders, and flanks. Izem has a cold stare. Actually, everything about him is cold. His refined posture, the soft thuds of his paws making contact with the ground, even the way his fur moves has a dangerous aura to it. His eyes are a hard amber rimmed with dark fur, making them pop out more prominently. His face is nearly always expressionless, or stony in appearance. A smile has not graced his maw in ages; the closest thing to one has been a cruel twist of his upper lips into something resembling a sick grin or a snarl. When he walks, hard muscle ripples beneath a sleek, tan pelt. Izem holds himself with a cool regality, head high, tail curled slightly. His long, thick mane is a tapestry of dark browns, golds, and honeys that spreads over his shoulders down to the end of his humerus. Izem is a handsome lion, but he looks unapproachable. Formidable. Dangerous. Personality He can be as chilly as his appearance would suggest. Izem has a deep, almost calming rumble of a voice that does not fit his appearance at all, but his tone can quickly grow aloof and clipped in nature. His words are curt and to the point; there is no beating around the bush with this one. If the truth is asked for, the truth shall be made known. This lion holds strength in high regard -- not necessarily physical strength, as he knows full well that it will not always win a fight -- as well as some form of loyalty. Not necessarily loyalty to an individual; rather, the devotion to an idea or the coalition as a whole. He is a calculating individual, mind always working. While he does have physical strength as an advantage, he prefers to use his head first and come up with a plan of action for whatever task lies ahead. Izem also has a fairly strong sense of vengeance. He kind of has abandonment issues. Izem is actually, and secretly, quite fond of cubs and, when he was around them, would often spend his free time playing with them, telling them stories, and practicing hunting or battle moves with them. They were his favorite members of his birth pride, besides the ladies, of course, for whom he would show his chivalrous side. He would take on the role of a secondary father for any cub who may feel lonely. Lionesses and cubs are the only ones who will ever see a glimpse of kindness in him. For the former, he holds a tone of respect and makes sure that their thoughts are heard thoroughly before he replies. He does not ever mean to disrespect them, though he has no problem quelling disputes with a snide comment or two. That, though, is rare. Izem is his most friendly around lionesses. He has a strong bond with the other males of his brotherhood, and he would never think to betray them. While he, too, wants to lead and become a king himself, Izem respects the decisions of his leaders and holds them in high regard. He might be caught joking with them occasionally, and even showing some sort of affection, though he always keeps himself looking his most powerful in their presence. Crush Hmmmmmmm Mate None Cubs None Kin Open Other He did not assist in the killing of the cubs, and he disagrees with that action, but he has made sure that none of the lionesses know of his disapproval of the kings' decision in this. 
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