Safi

[attr="class","digiinfo"]4

[attr="class",""]Female

[attr="class","digiinfo"]Straight

[attr="class","digiinfo"]Masai Lion

[attr="class","digiinfo"]Huntress

[attr="class","digicomp"]APPEARANCE

[attr="class","digibody"]Eye Color: Light Amber[break]
Height: 3 ft at the shoulders [break]
Weight: 356 pounds[break]
Dignifying Marks: here[break]
Likes:

• Her cubs
• Hunting big game
• Messing with the vultures
• Chasing Jackals
• Killing Buffalo
• Killing Hyenas
• Chasing and eating warthogs

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Dislikes:

• Hyenas
• Leopards
• cheetahs
• anything trying to harm her cubs
• Jackals
• Porcupines
• honey badgers

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Strengths: [break]

• Good huntress
• Opportunistic
• Determination

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Weaknesses:[break]

• Being a single mother
• Short temper at times
• Fear for her cubs

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Life Goals: [break]

• to find her missing cubs
• to raise her cubs to adulthood
• to find a home

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Do not mistake this feline as a weakling. Power is her ally and she will do what she must to survive and to keep her cubs alive. Tawny hues cover the lethal form of this lioness. Natural power radiates from her, starting from her eyes to curl down and over her rippling muscles. White fur covers the underside of her chin, sweeping back to caress her under arms, belly and inside her back legs. It helps her hide within the tall, dried, autumn grass, making her large form disappear from sight. Her eyes hold a perceptive intelligence like a cunning light shining brightly. Her mouth will press into a hard line when she is focusing on a target but hand slack jawed when relaxed.[break][break] Her deadly claws lay sheathed within her paws when she has no use for them. But can spring forth quickly when she uses them to fight or when taking down prey. Her teeth are her second weapon that she uses. With a powerful bite force to the throat, Safi uses this to strangle her prey like any other in the feline family. Her spine contracts and releases with every bound, pushing her forward though her endurance only lasts so long. Her ears, another important feature, have a spot of black fur near the tips. They swivel, listening for any source of prey or the sound of one that would harm her cubs. One would do well to step carefully around her, less they wish to add another scar to their pelt.

[attr="class","digicomp"]HISTORY

[attr="class","digibody"]Father: Unknown // Deceased[break]
Mother: Bibi // Alive[break]
Siblings:[break] Tiopi // Huntress[break]Cara // Huntress[break] Nanuka // Nomad[break]
Mate: Danté // Nomad[break]
Offspring:[break]Grace // Alive and healthy[break]Khali // Alive and healthy [break]Yani // separated [break]Yaya // separated
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Safi was born as the middle cub to a lioness named Bibi, in her third litter in the Masai Mara. Her mother was a fantastic huntress and enjoyed being a chaser for the pride. She was proud of the quickly growing pride, proud that they were lead by three strong queens and three strong males. Bibi had given birth to two previous litters, one of five and the other of six cubs. Both litters had grown up to add to the numbers, swelling the small pride to eighteen head. With the queens each having two of their own it was becoming a large super pride. With the coming of her third litter, times were perfect. Their lands flourished with life. They had become hunters of elephants and giraffes. [break][break]When the male cubs had come of age and had been thrust out into the world to go their own ways, the pride numbers dropped but they were still strong. Safi herself had been pushed out of the pride because the numbers were so many. She had decided to join her brother Nanuka and their three male cousins for a time. They did well together, each learning to anticipate the prey's movement and each other's. In the beginning it had mostly been a game to them. A game of honing their hunting and stealth skills. But Safi was growing tired of not getting her fair share of the kill. The four male coalition would push her aside every time she brought down a wildebeest tearing it apart. Of course being a lion she delivered her own blows at the dinner table, giving as much as she got. Not one of the males escaped her fury and each sported a nice scar upon his face. As the seasons changed though, one blending into another she was being to search for something. Something she couldn't explain but her body knew what she needed. She was four now and had come of age to breed. The males had smelled her female scent and had tried to mate with her. But they were not what she wanted. Her fury rose to new heights, and she unleashed it upon them when ever they drew close to her. Blood had flowed continuously.Even her brother could not resist the lure of a female's heat. One night while they were away scouting for new territories to dominate, Safi slipped away.[break][break]With the moon as her only companion, Safi traveled for miles. Days passed into weeks, weeks passed into months and she was rapidly running out of time to find what her instincts sought. It wasn't long until a burly male with a not quite full dark mane was tailing her. He wasn't full grown but he was old enough to mate with. With a deep, charming voice that didn't quite match his size he had introduced himself as Danté. Oh he was so handsome and her time had come. She flirted outrageously with him, rolling round and flicking her long tail. She enticed him to no end, her body demanded it, demanded release. They came together as all cats did, announcing their lovemaking to the heavens above. Safi stayed with her handsome male for weeks after. They hunted together and fed together, their duels at the dinner table were nothing more than affectionate swipes. They roared occasionally throughout the nights, announcing to others nearby that they had staked a claim to this plot of land and to keep away. But things would have to change again. It came with the morning light. Three big nomads with manes of charcoal and gold. They announced their intentions with confidence and suave. Determined to stamp out the two rivals and take control of the small territory. The pair could do nothing against three full grown males intent on blood and when they had made a beeline straight for Danté he roared for her to flee. Knowing that the life she carried inside was in danger Safi heeded his words and fled. She didn't know if her mate would survived the males but she knew her cubs would not.[break][break] She grew heavy until the day of her first litter came. There were four and all sportted the tawny spotted coat of cubs. The first born was a male whom she named Yani. The second, a female was named Grace. The third born was another female whom Safi named Yaya. The last male came out hissingband spitting andvso Safi named him Khali. Four beautiful cubs that were healthy. In the first few days of their lives, Safi moved them quite often to different locations. Making sure that they were well hidden from other predators. Hunting alone was tough work and she often returned to them with empty paws. Persistence though had its own rewards and she scavenged when ever she could. She would steal kills from hyenas, bolting down what mouthfuls she could grab. Her favorite thing to do was to wait for a cheetah to make a kill and take it. She had become a good little scavenger. When the cubs were a mere five months old tragedy struck again. Safi was out hunting alone, having left her cubs in the safety of a small outcropping of rock that had a cave. The cubs had been playing outside the cave when a herd of zebra had come stomping through. The cubs had made a mad dash after them and two had gotten caught in the chaos while the other two had run for the cave. The little troup had been split up. When Safi had returned to the cave with the leg of a warthog she called to her babies. Only two had come at her low call. Grace and Khali.