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Description
Name: Zanguld
Age: 109 - Deceased
Gender: Mal (male)
Tribe: Steward of the Harmonicas. As stweard and warrior, he wears a jeweled horn as both his crown and his weapon.
Family Relations: Adoptive Elder Brother to Eowa, Uncle to Lumina and Namu. He had no mates.
Personality: Zanguld was a kind and gentle soul. He was selfless in life and in death. He would see to the needs of others before seeing to the needs of his own.
Harmonicas

Brief Bio: Zanguld was adopted by Eowa's mother shortly after his own mother died. Now a prince with a Princess for a younger sister he took it upon himself to show his gratitude by becoming a great big brother for his new sibling. He was kind, gentle and protected her from danger, no matter how big or small. He was also very quiet and didn't come out of his shell very much unless he, Eowa and Marcallow were hanging out alone. He wasn't of noble blood but Marcallow and Eowa never seemed to mind. This helped him feel comfortable among the other noble uuncas. When Eöwa became queen, he didn't feel any jealousy. He was happy for her, he was rewarded with the title of Steward and Marcallow became her Viceroy. The trio were nearly inseparable and were always together whenever leading the tribe to new regions, during activities, even during meals.

One evening a great roar ripped through the sounds of the hill side of which they were traveling. Zanguld, like the other nomads, turned his attention to its origin. All of them stood very still waiting for the signs that would tell them whether or not it was safe to continue or if they were in grave danger. Just then some branches snapped in the distance, and a large flock of birds took to the skies. The danger was imminent.

Out of the darkness of the woods came raging forth a rampant beast, no.. An uunca. Black the depths of the deepest cavern and with the mane britling with the color of iron. Red markings glowing bright loke the hot blood of an angry soul. His claws scraped the earth beneath them ask the ground vibrated with the stregnth of his pounding paws. Racing towards them, with blood lust in the wind, his eyes looked to lost in the madness as they red. Wait...we can see his eyes?? Zanguld's heart skipped a beat when the thought of a myth dawned on him. The uunca's mane, his body color, his markings... His wrath! "Eöwa!" He lept forth as the uunca was uppon them and rammed his antlers as hard as he can into the attackers chest. He then pushed forth and thrusted him down the mountain's slope. He caught himself on a ledge as the other uunca tumbled down further and wasted no time in recovering. "Marcallow! Lead them out! Tifa! To me!" He ordered. Tifa came to his side with a roar of her own and her lavender body soared through the air. Pacifists they were... But they were not strangers to battle. The safety of their queen and pride came first. A crak rang through the air as Tifa and the raging uuncas maws and masks met. Their snarls and hisses filled the area as other warriors of the royal guard poured in. The uunca with a powerful blow swatted Tifa aside, then one by one, scruffs the other warriors and tosses them like rag dolls. He was bigger than them, stronger, fiercer and he would not stop. This uunca was in a beserk state.

It was in that moment that a bight light ensued followed by the scent of fresh mint and salts... Everyone stood still as their queen aproached. Eowa. And with everystep a voice rung in the air, singing an enchanting tune. No words, only voices as it reached and caressed the strangers mind. The beserker froze and stared at the bright body coming towards him as his red glowing eyes glistened. Zanguld gave way to his queen, saying nothing... nothing at all. He trusted her with this situation. If she couldn't absolve it, who could?

"Poor creature," she whispered as she stood right in front of this beast. Sh could see that he had been fighting for so long in this state that he was bleeding from his own gums. He drooled before her rearing for another fight, but she gave him none. Merely introduced herself. "I am Eöwa." she spoke with a gentle voice. "Who might you be?" she asked, there was no answer. But the growling did stop, as did the drooling. "You must have a name, you do under stand me yes?"

"He cannot hear you your magesty. He is consumed by what ever curse he's under." Zanguld advised. "I do not think so." Eöwa smiled "I think he just needs a little help." she continued. Her mask pulsated as she then reached into the beserkers mind onelast time "I am Eöwa, and you are now free." she said to him and continued her song. His eyes waned as his legs surrendered to his own exhaustion. "Rest, young warrior...your troubles are now over." and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

In the days that followed, Zanguld grew weary of the stranger that would not wake for days. He advised against keeping him within the caravan. But his cheiftess, his queen, and elder adoptive sister was as compasionate as ever and cared for their newest addition personally. He reason was logical. If he ever awoke, it should be to the face that gave him peace instead of strife, lest there be blood shed.

The day came where the stranger did wake. At first, he refused to speak to anyone, even the queen. Zanguld stayed by her side during every moment, never straying to far, even when out of sight. As the uunca grew stronger, so did his his foul mouth. Cold, cruel sense of humor in his words... He was detestable. Zanguld could not see how such a barberic animal would ever be a part of them. But Eowa never lost confidence. She theorized that it was all an act, that this beast would change his attitude as soon as he realized he was safe, among friends and with nothing to fear. But this was not enough. He needed assurance that this one wouldn't suddenly betray them, that he was indeed honorable. One day, the two spared... it ended in a brawl. The end of which Amon, introduced himself out of respect for Zanguld. Zanguld lost the fight, but earned something far more important. He didn't know what it was, but something about fighting his hardest against a brute chaned its attitude, just as Eowa said. Amon like Zanguld as a warrior. It was enough for him. It wasn't long before a friendly rivalry formed between them. A odd friendship spawned between Eowas best, Trica, Marcallow and Zanguld, and now with Amon. The four became inseperable. One pair even more so. Amon had fallen deeply in love for Eowa, but upon confession, the choice was entirely hers. He would fight in her name regarless. Eowa, who also felt for him, was moved, and while timid, accepted his proposal. Zanguld, while not yet used to Amon's antics, accepted him as his brother. He also added that if he ever betrayed his sister he'd shove Amon off a cliff. It was fine. Amon like his humor and respected the remark.

Zanguld's acceptance of Amon did not come full circle however until the birth of Lumina. His beloved neice, and he became her favorite uncle. Lumina was so precious to him, he refused to allow anyone else become Shaaza. It was odd. Many nurse mothers argued as it is the work of fems to become Shaaza. Amon ended the dispute by making him the godfather. Zanguld took the positin very seriously as he encouraged Lumina to become a fine and elegant young fem. He wouldn't allow willy nilly as Amon was tryingto teach her how to troll others. To Amon's sock, Lumina was beyond adorably sweet. She was kind and demanded her father to become kinder himself. Amon oblidged, if only by a little and only for her and his bride. To everyone else, he was the same old barbarian.

At the end of his days, Zanguld died not long after "The Harvesting". The day their tribe's number were reduced by half by greedy humans seeking fine pelts for trade. It would be two years befor the injuries became too much and her died. Acending Marcallow into position of rule along side Amon. The first 7 years after Namu's dissapearance were difficult and dark... But Zanguld died from wounds he gained from defending his most beloved. And he would be forever remembered as the Harmonica's Best.

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Uunca-Prides founder and species creator ArmoredAlienArtist
Character and tribe breed by Nakumah

Description
Name: Zanguld
Age: 109 - Deceased
Gender: Mal (male)
Tribe: Steward of the Harmonicas. As stweard and warrior, he wears a jeweled horn as both his crown and his weapon.
Family Relations: Adoptive Elder Brother to Eowa, Uncle to Lumina and Namu. He had no mates.
Personality: Zanguld was a kind and gentle soul. He was selfless in life and in death. He would see to the needs of others before seeing to the needs of his own.
Harmonicas

Brief Bio: Zanguld was adopted by Eowa's mother shortly after his own mother died. Now a prince with a Princess for a younger sister he took it upon himself to show his gratitude by becoming a great big brother for his new sibling. He was kind, gentle and protected her from danger, no matter how big or small. He was also very quiet and didn't come out of his shell very much unless he, Eowa and Marcallow were hanging out alone. He wasn't of noble blood but Marcallow and Eowa never seemed to mind. This helped him feel comfortable among the other noble uuncas. When Eöwa became queen, he didn't feel any jealousy. He was happy for her, he was rewarded with the title of Steward and Marcallow became her Viceroy. The trio were nearly inseparable and were always together whenever leading the tribe to new regions, during activities, even during meals.

One evening a great roar ripped through the sounds of the hill side of which they were traveling. Zanguld, like the other nomads, turned his attention to its origin. All of them stood very still waiting for the signs that would tell them whether or not it was safe to continue or if they were in grave danger. Just then some branches snapped in the distance, and a large flock of birds took to the skies. The danger was imminent.

Out of the darkness of the woods came raging forth a rampant beast, no.. An uunca. Black the depths of the deepest cavern and with the mane britling with the color of iron. Red markings glowing bright loke the hot blood of an angry soul. His claws scraped the earth beneath them ask the ground vibrated with the stregnth of his pounding paws. Racing towards them, with blood lust in the wind, his eyes looked to lost in the madness as they red. Wait...we can see his eyes?? Zanguld's heart skipped a beat when the thought of a myth dawned on him. The uunca's mane, his body color, his markings... His wrath! "Eöwa!" He lept forth as the uunca was uppon them and rammed his antlers as hard as he can into the attackers chest. He then pushed forth and thrusted him down the mountain's slope. He caught himself on a ledge as the other uunca tumbled down further and wasted no time in recovering. "Marcallow! Lead them out! Tifa! To me!" He ordered. Tifa came to his side with a roar of her own and her lavender body soared through the air. Pacifists they were... But they were not strangers to battle. The safety of their queen and pride came first. A crak rang through the air as Tifa and the raging uuncas maws and masks met. Their snarls and hisses filled the area as other warriors of the royal guard poured in. The uunca with a powerful blow swatted Tifa aside, then one by one, scruffs the other warriors and tosses them like rag dolls. He was bigger than them, stronger, fiercer and he would not stop. This uunca was in a beserk state.

It was in that moment that a bight light ensued followed by the scent of fresh mint and salts... Everyone stood still as their queen aproached. Eowa. And with everystep a voice rung in the air, singing an enchanting tune. No words, only voices as it reached and caressed the strangers mind. The beserker froze and stared at the bright body coming towards him as his red glowing eyes glistened. Zanguld gave way to his queen, saying nothing... nothing at all. He trusted her with this situation. If she couldn't absolve it, who could?

"Poor creature," she whispered as she stood right in front of this beast. Sh could see that he had been fighting for so long in this state that he was bleeding from his own gums. He drooled before her rearing for another fight, but she gave him none. Merely introduced herself. "I am Eöwa." she spoke with a gentle voice. "Who might you be?" she asked, there was no answer. But the growling did stop, as did the drooling. "You must have a name, you do under stand me yes?"

"He cannot hear you your magesty. He is consumed by what ever curse he's under." Zanguld advised. "I do not think so." Eöwa smiled "I think he just needs a little help." she continued. Her mask pulsated as she then reached into the beserkers mind onelast time "I am Eöwa, and you are now free." she said to him and continued her song. His eyes waned as his legs surrendered to his own exhaustion. "Rest, young warrior...your troubles are now over." and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

In the days that followed, Zanguld grew weary of the stranger that would not wake for days. He advised against keeping him within the caravan. But his cheiftess, his queen, and elder adoptive sister was as compasionate as ever and cared for their newest addition personally. He reason was logical. If he ever awoke, it should be to the face that gave him peace instead of strife, lest there be blood shed.

The day came where the stranger did wake. At first, he refused to speak to anyone, even the queen. Zanguld stayed by her side during every moment, never straying to far, even when out of sight. As the uunca grew stronger, so did his his foul mouth. Cold, cruel sense of humor in his words... He was detestable. Zanguld could not see how such a barberic animal would ever be a part of them. But Eowa never lost confidence. She theorized that it was all an act, that this beast would change his attitude as soon as he realized he was safe, among friends and with nothing to fear. But this was not enough. He needed assurance that this one wouldn't suddenly betray them, that he was indeed honorable. One day, the two spared... it ended in a brawl. The end of which Amon, introduced himself out of respect for Zanguld. Zanguld lost the fight, but earned something far more important. He didn't know what it was, but something about fighting his hardest against a brute chaned its attitude, just as Eowa said. Amon like Zanguld as a warrior. It was enough for him. It wasn't long before a friendly rivalry formed between them. A odd friendship spawned between Eowas best, Trica, Marcallow and Zanguld, and now with Amon. The four became inseperable. One pair even more so. Amon had fallen deeply in love for Eowa, but upon confession, the choice was entirely hers. He would fight in her name regarless. Eowa, who also felt for him, was moved, and while timid, accepted his proposal. Zanguld, while not yet used to Amon's antics, accepted him as his brother. He also added that if he ever betrayed his sister he'd shove Amon off a cliff. It was fine. Amon like his humor and respected the remark.

Zanguld's acceptance of Amon did not come full circle however until the birth of Lumina. His beloved neice, and he became her favorite uncle. Lumina was so precious to him, he refused to allow anyone else become Shaaza. It was odd. Many nurse mothers argued as it is the work of fems to become Shaaza. Amon ended the dispute by making him the godfather. Zanguld took the positin very seriously as he encouraged Lumina to become a fine and elegant young fem. He wouldn't allow willy nilly as Amon was tryingto teach her how to troll others. To Amon's sock, Lumina was beyond adorably sweet. She was kind and demanded her father to become kinder himself. Amon oblidged, if only by a little and only for her and his bride. To everyone else, he was the same old barbarian.

At the end of his days, Zanguld died not long after "The Harvesting". The day their tribe's number were reduced by half by greedy humans seeking fine pelts for trade. It would be two years befor the injuries became too much and her died. Acending Marcallow into position of rule along side Amon. The first 7 years after Namu's dissapearance were difficult and dark... But Zanguld died from wounds he gained from defending his most beloved. And he would be forever remembered as the Harmonica's Best.

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Uunca-Prides founder and species creator ArmoredAlienArtist
Character and tribe breed by Nakumah