Hello and welcome to Painted Prides, a new lion rp site! Currently, because I am the only member here, there will be no plot yet! We will wait until we get a good number of members before doing anything like that, but for those of you who will hopefully join, feel free to create your own individual plot lines. ^^ Obivously, this is the News Section, where myself and the other Kings/Queens of the pride will post updates for you! See the color code to the left of this in order see which color font belongs to what pride, so you'll know who's making the update. :) I think the site is pretty much finished, so I may start advertising today.
the black lion padded softly out on to a path. he just didn't have the energy for more aimless wandering. flopping down in the cool shade of a tree. he waited hoping someone would offer him a place.
he hadn't found water in a while a new home would have water and food. 'and a king' he thought hope swelled in his chest. most young lions dreamed of having their own pride, but not him. he had been alone calling all the shots for too long. he wanted a king to tell him what to do. he craved structure. he wanted to just be able to listen and know what to do, he wanted guidence.
he wasn't much now but he would soon grow strong, he would serve his king well make him proud. the teen laid in wait vision of his future creeping through his head.
silverko13's charries « Result #2 Today at 10:17am »
Name: Coldsoul aka Cold
Age: teen
Gender: male
Apperance: his mane and tail are white as well as his left fore leg. he has a scar over his left eye and is blind in that eye. the rest of him is coal black. with midnight black around his eyes and inside his ears his good eye is ice blue, the blind one is a foggy blue-grey. he's lean and small now but he has promise of becoming a powerful lion.
Personality: he usually stays on his own. dispite his loner tendencys he loves to be in the presence of others, because he only wants to be near others who want him around. he's very shy but eager to learn,and even more eager for friends. he cant even think the word hawk. brown lion with black manes really scare him. he's kinda jumpy. if anyone sees him crying he gets scared. he's very eager to please he'll do almost anything for another. he adores cubs. very easy to please a kind word or compliment will have him grinning for days. but it also works flip if someone is mean he gets scared of them and it takes him very long to warm up to them again if he ever does. if he angers someone he gets really depresed and very angery with himself, and will punish himself
History: He was born as Night to Icicle and Lily. he had an older brother Hawk. he always followed Hawk, he idolized him and loved him. he thought Hawk loved him to. when their parents where killed by humans he found out Hawk only put up with him because Icicle made him. when he tried to follow Hawk. he clawed Coldsoul's eye giving him his scar and blinding that eye.
Sakura's Cherry « Result #3 on Nov 26, 2009, 3:59am »
Name:Sakura
Age:3 1/2 years
Gender:female
Apperance: A beautiful white lioness, blue eyes and long tail. Lean and a little muscular.
Personality:Mature yet childish. Her emotions run deep and can be hurt easily. She has a habit of losing her temper and can deal with things for only so long. Losing her temper takes a push though but one cracks enough for glass to shatter.
Arcadia Wolves-Master of the Elements « Result #5 on Jun 21, 2009, 9:53pm »
Arcadia Wovles Masters of the Elements!
Arcadia wolves, a legendary fantasy of wolves that could weild the elements around them. The story takes place in a future that is in a time of repression and forgetting, in a time whan humans and wolves still hae there differnces, but the humans fortunately no longer live anywhere near the territories at all. The founding wolves, now gods and goddesses made sure of that with putting a portal wedge between them. There realm, now known as part of the magic realm is now seperated forever from that of the humans realm now know to all as the non magic realm. Here there are only six original main pack territories. and three sides; light, dark, or the Greys.
And even though the wolves of the old Age had troubles with change, an almost endless war against all that could destroy them, and a fight to redemption; it seems that time will repeat itself yet again. Ages have come and passed and a massiah for the wolves has yet to be found. A new darkness is going to be rising soon, all can feel it. Now is the tme for them to band together again, to form alliances, to find balance in a world of utter Chaos. No one knows when it will happen, when the darkness will come, but when it does it may bring the chaos itself out into the open. The gods and goddesses can only watch this problem unfold. For its aganst the code to interfer with mortal affairs. Though how they long to wish to help there fellow mortal brothers and sisters. And so the gods and goddesses devised that they would make all of the wolves equal and have choice. They created it so all wolves from hence forth could have the choice to have an element to weild of there own to protect themselves with. That way when what ever it was that was to come, the wolves would be able to stand against or for it. All would be prepared on both sides. Even though the gods and goddesses knew that if they gave only the dark side this power or the light only, that it would unbalance the universe itself. All was fair in the game of war and peace. Now all that could be done was to sit back and wait....
With the emmance of the onset of Armegeddon on there wolven paws and the chance to keep the balance or tip it one direction for all time..... what side will you be on.
Great Staff! Fresh idea's and plot! Open to all levels of experiance. Great for wolf lovers! Always looking for suggestions and help! Positions are avalible!
Why the Fish Laughed « Result #6 on Feb 28, 2009, 4:13am »
As a fisherwoman passed by the palace hawking her fish, the queen appeared at one of the windows and beckoned her to come near and show her what she had. At that moment a very big fish jumped about in the bottom of the basket. "Is it a male or a female?" asked the queen. "I'd like to buy a female fish." On hearing this, the fish laughed aloud.
"It's a male," replied the fisherwoman, and continued on her rounds.
The queen returned to her room in a great rage. When the king came to see her that evening, he could tell that something was wrong. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Are you not well?"
"I'm quite well, thank you. But I'm very much annoyed at the strange behavior of a fish. A woman showed me one today, and when I asked whether it was male or female, the fish laughed most rudely." "A fish laugh? Impossible! You must be dreaming."
"I'm not a fool. I saw it with my own eyes and heard it laugh with my own ears." "That's very strange. All right, I'll make the necessary inquiries."
The next morning, the king told his wazir (minister) what his wife had told him and ordered the wazir to investigate the matter and be ready with a satisfactory answer within six months, on pain of death.
The wazir promised to do his best, though he didn't know where to begin. For the next five months he labored tirelessly to find a reason for the laughter of the fish. He went everywhere and consulted everyone---the wise and the learned, the people skilled in magic and trickery, they were all consulted.
Nobody could explain the mystery of the laughing fish. So he returned brokenhearted to his house and began to arrange his affairs, sure now that he was going to die. He was well enough acquainted with the king's ways to know that His Majesty would not go back on his threat. Among other things, he advised his son to travel for a time, until the king's anger had cooled off somewhat.
The young fellow, who was both clever and handsome, started off and went wherever his legs and his kismet would take him. After a few days, he fell in with an old farmer who was on his way back to his village from a journey. The young man found him pleasant and asked if he might go with him. The old farmer agreed, and they walked along together. The day was hot, and the way was long and weary.
"Don't you think it would be much more pleasant if we could carry one another sometimes?" said the young man. "What a fool this man is!" thought the old man.
A little later, they passed through a field of grain ready for the sickle and waving in the breeze, looking like a sea of gold.
"Is this eaten or not?" asked the young man. The old man didn't know what to say, and said, "I don't know."
After a little while, the two travelers came to a big village, where the young man handed his companion a pocket knife, and said, "Take this, friend, and get two horses with it. But please bring it back. It's very precious."
The old man was half amused and half angry. He pushed away the knife, muttering that his friend was either mad or trying to play the fool. The young man pretended not to notice his reply and remained silent for a long time, till they reached a city a short distance from the old farmer's village. They talked about the bazaar and went to the mosque, but nobody greeted them or invited them to come in and rest. "What a large cemetery!" exclaimed the young man.
"What does the fellow mean," thought the old farmer, "calling this city full of people a cemetery?"
On leaving the city their way led through a cemetery where some people were praying beside a grave and distributing chapatis (unleavened bread) to passers-by in the name of their beloved dead. They gave some of the bread to the two travelers also, as much as they could eat.
"What a splendid city this is!" said the young man.
"Now the man is surely crazy!" thought the old farmer. "I wonder what he'll do next. He'll be calling the land water, the water land. He'll be speaking of light when it's dark, and of darkness when it's light." But he kept his thoughts to himself.
Presently they had to wade through a stream. The water was rather deep, o the old farmer took off his shoes and pajamas and crossed over. But the young man waded through it with his shoes and pajamas on.
"Well, I've never seen such a perfect idiot, in word and deed," said the old man to himself.
Yet he liked the fellow. He seemed cultivated and aristocratic. He would certainly amuse his wife and daughter. So he invited him home for a visit.
The young man thanked him and then asked, "But let me ask, if you please, if the beam of your house is strong."
The old farmer mumbled something and went home to tell his family, laughing to himself. When he was alone with them, he said, "This young man has come with me a long way, and I've asked him to stay with us. But the fellow is such a fool that I can't make anything of what he says or does. He wants to know if the beam of this house is all right. The man must be mad!"
Now, the farmer's daughter was a very sharp and wise girl. She said to him, "This man, whoever he is, is no fool. He only wishes to know if you can afford to entertain him."
"Oh, of course," said the farmer, "I see. Well, perhaps you can help me to solve some of his other mysteries. While we were walking together, he asked whether we should not carry one another. He thought it would be a pleasanter mode of travel."
"Certainly," said the girl. "He meant that one of you should tell the other a story to pass the time."
"Oh yes. Then, when we were passing through a wheatfield, he asked me whether it was eaten or not."
"And didn't you know what he meant, Father? He simply wished to know if the owner of the field was in debt or not. If he was in debt, then the produce of the field was as good as eaten. That is, it would all go to his creditors."
"Yes, yes, of course. Then, on entering a village, he asked me to take his pocket knife and get two horses with it, and bring back the knife to him."
"Are not two stout sticks as good as two horses for helping one along the road? He only asked you to cut a couple of sticks and be careful not to lose the knife."
"I see," said the farmer. "While we were walking through the city, we did not see anyone we knew, and not a soul gave us a scrap of anything to eat, till we reached the cemetery. There, some people called us and thrust chapatis into our hands. So my friend called the city a cemetery and the cemetery a city."
"Look, Father, inhospitable people are worse than the dead, and a city full of them is a dead place. But in the cemetery, which is crowded. with the dead, you were greeted by kind people who gave you bread."
"True, quite true," said the astonished farmer. "But then, just now, when we were crossing the stream, he waded across without taking off even his shoes."
"I admire his wisdom," said the daughter. "I've often thought how stupid people were to get into that swiftly flowing stream and walk over those sharp stones with bare feet. The slightest stumble and they would fall and get wet from head to foot. This friend of yours is a very wise man. I would like to see him and talk to him."
"Very well, I'll go find him and bring him in."
"Tell him, Father, that our beams are strong enough, and then he will come in. I'll send on ahead a present for the man, to show that we can afford a guest."
Then she called a servant and sent him to the young man with a present of a dish of porridge, twelve chapatis, and a jar of milk with the following message: "Friend, the moon is full, twelve months make a year, and the sea is overflowing with water."
On his way, the bearer of this present and message met his little son who, seeing what was in the basket, begged his father to give him some of the food. The foolish man gave him a lot of the porridge, a chapati, and some milk. When he saw the young man, he gave him the present and the message.
"Give your mistress my greetings," he replied. "And tell her that the moon is new, that I can find only eleven months in the year, and that the sea is by no means full."
Not understanding the meaning of these words, the servant repeated them word for word to his mistress; and thus his theft was discovered, and he was punished. After a little while, the young man appeared with the old farmer. He was treated royally, as if he were the son of a great man, though the farmer knew nothing of his origins. In the course of the conversation, he told them everything---about the fish's laughter, his father's threatened execution, and his own exile--- and asked their advice about what he should do.
"The laughter of the fish," said the girl, "which seems to have been the cause of all this trouble, indicates that there is a man in the women's quarters of the palace, and the king doesn't know anything about it."
"Great! That's great!" exclaimed the wazir's son. "There's yet time for me to return and to save my father from a shameful and unjust death."
The following day he rushed back to his own country, taking with him the farmer's daughter. When he arrived, he ran to the palace and told his father what he had heard. The poor wazir, now almost dead from the expectation of death, was carried at once to the king in a palanquin. He repeated to the king what his son had said. "A man in the queen's quarters! Never!" said the king.
"But it must be so, Your Majesty," replied the wazir, "and to prove the truth of what I've just heard, I propose a test. Please call together all the female attendants in your palace and order them to jump over a large pit, specially dug for this purpose. The man will at once betray himself by the way he jumps."
The king had the pit dug and ordered all the female servants of the palace to try to jump over it. All of them tried, but only one succeeded. That one was found to be a man! Thus was the queen satisfied and the faithful old wazir saved.
Soon after that, the wazir's son married the old farmer's daughter. And it was a most happy marriage.
It was my first day as newcomer to Miss Hargrove¡¯s seventh grade. Past ¡°newcomer¡± experiences had been difficult, so I was very anxious to fit in. After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and took my seat, expecting to be shunned.
Lunchtime was a pleasant surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. Their chatter was friendly, so I began to relax.wow power leveling My new classmates filled me in on the school, the teachers and the other kids. It wasn¡¯t long before the class nerd was pointed out to me: Mary Lou English. Actually she called herself Mary Louise. A prim, prissy young girl with a stern visage and old-fashioned clothes, she wasn¡¯t ugly -- not even funny looking. I thought she was quite pretty,wow gold but I had sense enough not to say so. Dark-eyed and olive-skinned, she had long, silky black hair, but -- she had pipe curls! Practical shoes, long wool skirt and a starched, frilly blouse completed the image of a complete dork. The girls¡¯ whispers and giggles got louder and louder. Mary Lou made eye contact with no one as she strode past our table, chin held high with iron determination. She ate alone.
After school, the girls invited me to join them in front of the school.wow power leveling I was thrilled to be a member of the club, however tentative. We waited. For what, I didn¡¯t yet know. Oh, how I wish I had gone home, but I had a lesson to learn.
Arms wrapped around her backpack, Mary Lou came down the school steps. The taunting began - rude, biting comments and jeering from the girls. I paused, then joined right in. My momentum began to pick up as I approached her. Nasty, mean remarks fell unabated from my lips. No one could tell I¡¯d never done this before. The other girls stepped back and became my cheerleaders. Emboldened, I yanked the strap of her backpack and then pushed her. The strap broke, Mary Lou fell and I backed off. Everyone was laughing and patting me. I fit in. I was a leader.
I was not proud. Something inside me hurt.wow power leveling If you¡¯ve ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt.
Mary Lou got up, gathered her books and -- without a tear shed or retort given -- off she went. She held her head high as a small trickle of blood ran down from her bruised knee. I watched her limp away down the street.
I turned to leave with my laughing friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. His olive skin, dark hair and handsome features told me this was her father.wow gold Respectful of Mary Lou¡¯s proud spirit, he remained still and watched the lonely girl walk toward him. Only his eyes -- shining with both grief and pride -- followed. As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that spoke to my shame and scalded my heart. He didn¡¯t speak a word.
No scolding from a teacher or preaching from a parent could linger as much as that hurt in my heart from the day a father&rsqu
o;s eyes taught me kindness and strength and dignity.wow gold I never again joined the cruel herds. I never again hurt someone for my own gain.
Puppies For Sale « Result #8 on Feb 12, 2009, 2:22am »
A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read ¡°Puppies For Sale.¡± Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner¡¯s sign. wow gold¡°How much are you going to sell the puppies for?¡± he asked.
The store owner replied, ¡°Anywhere from $30 to $50.¡±
The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. wow power leveling¡°I have $2.37,¡± he said. ¡°Can I please look at them?¡±
The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny tiny balls of fur.wow power leveling One puppy was lagging considerable behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging limping puppy and said, ¡°What¡¯s wrong with that little dog?¡±
The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn¡¯t have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. wow gold¡°That¡¯s the little puppy that I want to buy.¡±
The store owner said, ¡°No, you don¡¯t want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I¡¯ll just give him to you.¡±
The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner¡¯s eyes, pointing his finger and said, wow power leveling¡°I don¡¯t want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I¡¯ll pay full price. In fact I¡¯ll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for.
The store owner countered, ¡°You really don¡¯t want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to jump and play with you like the other puppies.¡±
To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace.wow gold He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, ¡°Well, I don¡¯t run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!¡±
I never promised you perfection.... « Result #9 on Jan 15, 2009, 8:27am »
In the beginning there was Dygerbi, the only Deity to walk upon Earth. She was The Creator; a single breath from her lungs could start the beating of any heart both in the soil and those wedged between tissues and flesh. At first her gift had been revered; the mortals had kissed the very ground she walked upon and each made a periodic sacrifice in her name. However it was not long before Dygerbi found flaws within her masterful creations; while she had given them life, she had also given them knowledge and imagination far beyond anything nature could have created for itself. Not only that, she had given them immortality; she could give them life but not take it away.
It was only a matter of time until the mortals began to grow greedy, lustful of power and lazy. They cared not for their Deity, their Life-Giver; they instead began to idolise their peers and memories of magic and power fell in favour of petty, political exploits. Though her name was nothing more than an empty promise to a majority of the mortals, there were some that still believed and through their belief they gave Dygerbi power. Enough power it would seem, in order to produce a being that would somewhat replicate her own power. He was but another being of her creation but this stallion, Mortaero, was destined to be her equal. However he was no angel, no giver of life; no, instead he would take them. As the mortals realised they were no longer immortal, no longer impervious to the sands of time, they began to savour the lives of others and themselves; just as Dygerbi had intended in the beginning. Mortaero was the first to realise that he had served his intended purpose; that it would soon be time for him to walk among the ranks of the mortal and face the fate he had cast over them. However it was too late for Dygerbi to simply dishonour him; his power had consumed the rest of his being, rendering him more ghost than flesh. To take his power from him, Dygerbi would have had to destroy him and as the Life-Bringer that was not one of her capabilities.
So Mortaero lived and continued to thrive on the destruction he could cause with mere thoughts but Dygerbi was not finished yet; she could not destroy him but she could still plot against him. Again she used her powers to create and just like last time she worked with good intention but even the best of intentions have room for error; especially if by error, you meant Mortaero. Once word of Dygerbi's creation reached him, there was nothing she could do other than sit back and watch as he perverted something that had once been so pure with child-like innocence; love. Dygerbi had created another being, Ambra, so that the mortals could achieve another level within their relationships but Mortaero had added his two cents and simply created another fuel for their political fires.
Now while you may think that would be more than enough Deity trouble for one civilisation... you would be wrong. There were also minor Deities out on the prowl, each, in their own way, clamouring to be upon the throne of the mortal's minds. Now these Deities were not nearly as powerful as Dygerbi, Mortaero or even the young Ambra but they seemed to have more of a hold on the mortals for they played a larger role in the day to day happenings. Take for example Pacieniib and Paxreviare, the original God and Goddess of Peace. They would answer the prayers of mortals, healing wounds and settling minor disputes. Kapulich and Silere, God and Goddess of War, were there too, upon the battlefield, aiding those that had their favour and hindering their opponents. All was well with these minor Deities until there was uproar with the other Deities. With the creation of Mortaero, strange mutations began to occur within the equine and eventually two of the Minor Deities chose to undergo such mutations; Kapulich and Paxreviare. Silere and Pacieniib shunned their former partners and chose to align themselves together. Thus they created one of the two new "cults"; Uchna where only those that were not mutated could request to be initiated into. The other, controlled by Kapulich and Paxreviare, was for those who had undergone mutations and they called it Tsatio. When Dygerbi created Ambra there was a deeper rift pushed between the presently warring, previously friendly, minor Deities; colour. As mortals began to metaphorically see the world in rosy shades of pink and lustful shades of red, different colours began to show upon their coats. Some colours angered the Deities while others had them entranced but nothing could push the former partners back together again.
| elemental horse rpg | « Result #10 on Jan 15, 2009, 8:26am »
Game Type: Semi-Realistic Elemental Horse
The Ancients have left us and only the powers of the living may save the world…
Nearly a century has passed since the Ancients left Hoof Prince to become dust and the land has felt the pain of their absence. Those who cling onto the belief that the Ancients will return to bring peace to the land are now countered by new deities who promise to give the believers power beyond their wildest imaginations. Now, as the residents of Dominico make their homes here, the equine of Hoof Prince step back as names like Brighton, Rencor, Altus, and Elyria replace the names of the Ancients. Kingdoms have formed under the power of the equine blessed by the gifts of the deities, but how long can this world remain in this fragile balance? How long before an Ancient turns the tables?
Combining the elements of Dominico with the history of Hoof Prince, a new world is brought to you. Walk among the Elementals, attempt to become the most powerful. Become the greatest before the greats of the past come to haunt you.
Requirements A 1024x768 resolution or higher Intermediate/advanced RPG skills Imagination
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