Kimaria
I picked Raum. X3 I've been dying to rp him. He's an older adol, though not quite an adult yet.
Raum stalked along the pathways, ignoring those that hurried out of his way and brushing past those that tried to stand their ground. With his deep red fur and dark mane he was the spitting image of his notorious father Ragnvard and that alone was enough to make many in the pride wary of him. He even had the dark slash under his golden eyes, themselves only a few shades different from his sire. While still technically an adolescent, he had not felt that young in some time. His body was big and muscular, and while not as heavily scarred as the Captain, he carried his fair share of painful memories. Only his mane, short and spiky along his neck, betrayed his true age. A truth that his eyes did not reflect.
A
female, dark of fur with metallic blue markings on her tail, refused to move out of his way and he barred his fangs at her silently. An expression she returned. But before he could swipe at her, another lioness called out, pulling the narrow-eyed stare of dislike off of Raum. He watched her reluctantly move away, noting that she was the daughter of the priestess Ember, of Aesir's line. Unlike many of her half-siblings, she did not sport the old Warlord's distinctive face markings. Her full brother did however. Erika and Mikael. He had long ago committed
their names to memory.
Resuming his disturbed walk he refused to bow or stop for anyone. He could feel their eyes on him, tracking his movements, waiting for him to make a mistake or commit some heinous crime that would justify the things they whispered behind his back. About him, about his father, about his aunt... Gritting his teeth he refused to show the pride any sign of a weakness, and so he strode onwards through the middle of the pride.
