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((Ice-#: Ice (preferably Ice basecoat/Ice mane) with a number (#) equal to particularly desirable traits to breed for.))
((Remove the two markings? Yes/No?))
((Apply ice/glacial markings? Yes/No?))
((Change personality to Nurturing))
Ngabre had lived in this world a mere 7 months, when she found herself... LOST. It was truly a nightmare of a situation, for such a young cub... to be romping and rampaging happily in the tall grasses, chasing locust and beetles... and then she slipped! The tall rock edge had not seemed like a /ledge/ when she leapt for the bug sitting atop a grass stalk that grew there... she tumbled head-over-tail and into some dusty short grass, still wet with the slobber of the herd of Buffalo that grazed there. It was damp... not dry... and the air smelled of water.
Ngabre was AFRAID. She had never smelled water so close to her in all her young life. And she had been told, time and time again... where there is water, there are /Crocodiles/!! She tried to back up into the rocky brush behind her, but the slope was steep and the pebbles rolled down into the water- like a siren song to Croc's she was sure! The ripples in the water, and the discomforted lowing of the Buffalo only convinced her more- and she made a mad dash for her LIFE... over and through the muddy water, her fur becoming more and more saturated with it, and the water grew deeper- more than once, she was certain the footing under her WAS a Crocodile!
At some point, she sank under the water's surface, and began to choke on the muddy, silt-heavy stuff. Buffalo scattered, and she was convinced that she was breathing her last choked breaths in her young life!
She came around to the sound of a VERY amused Male... he chuckled, shaking muddy water from his mane, and he pawed at her so she could roll over and cough out the rest of the water and get to her feet again. ....she gazed up, and HORROR... a strange King she had NEVER seen before, stood over her. "Are you alright, silly thing?" He asked, as he pawed gently at her again. Go on, breathe! you have to breathe to live, cub!
As it happened, the waterhole didn't have any Crocodiles. No cub-eating monsters, either. There HAD been some buffalo, but they bolted when the King came near, wondering what all the commotion was in the shallow pool, and why the buffalo were shifting about so nervously! Khavi introduced himself, and listened carefully while the cub told the story of her hunting expedition gone wrong, and how she /barely/ survived the stampede of buffalo and dozens of angry crocodiles and a cub-eating monster like a giant snake with TEETH and TUSKS.... okay, maybe not that one. ...Maybe not the Crocs... but she SEES the buffalo! Only right over THERE, grazing and watching with amusement as the King patiently cleaned the muddy cub, head to tail tip.
Really... what a brave Cub, then, he noted- to have survived ALL THAT... and as it happened, he knew her Father, only a few miles away- how did she get so FAR without anyone seeing or missing her? He reached down to take her in his jaws, and carry her home again.
....but her adventure didn't END there.
After a long talk, Khavi negotiated a pawful of the precious golden beetles, and an assurance to her Mother and Aunties that she would be WELL cared for and watched over in his own Pride's lands... and he took her on the longest journey she had ever been on before, in her LIFE. Her journey to the Pride she now called HOME.
So Ngabra came to live in Khavi's pride, and grow to be a huntress and broodmother, to learn to hunt and to play and to raise cubs... and as it happened, that suited her quite well indeed! Adventures were for cublings- and she intended to be certain every one of them had a chance for at least a FEW wild moments, before they grew up into wiser lionesses themselves!
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Ice/Ice/Savage"
Ice/Ice/Savage"
