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Post by mayday on Nov 19, 2013 21:51:55 GMT
Annoyance ran through the large male. It seemed to always stay close to his mental state of mind, and just glance towards the large cat, that was obviously apparent. By the way his eyes moved back and forth, as if he was searching for some sort of prey to take his anger out on and how every few seconds, his tail tip would flick just enough to see the irritation. Growling, the beast moved silently, body lowered to the ground, belly rubbing against the growing flowers, tickling as he stalked by. Each step was elegant and placed exactly where the cat wanted it to go, his body crept along the blooming grass, as his eyes scanned the area. Breathing in, the smell of deer was close in his nostrils, making his mouth water and his stomach roar. Meat. Blood. Meat. The taste of deer lingered on his taste buds as the feline moved closer and closer towards the unaware animal.
Licking his lips, the sight of the creature gleamed in his eyes. A light smile crossed his face as he unsheathed and sheathed his claws. Digging his nails in the dirt, and then retracting them. He stared at the doe that stood only meters away, watching her eat grass so calmly. He smiled a twisted grin, one that symbolized his cruelty. He watched her eat her last meal, enjoying the way that she chewed her food slowly, blissfully, unaware of the fact that she will never eat another piece of grass again. Running his pink tongue over his lips, the cat started to become antsy, as the boredom of watching the doe eat, began to seem redundant. He light out a small growl, as he took a half step closer towards the deer. He crept, slowly, waiting, muscles began to tightened under a honey toned pelt.
A quick lash of the lion’s tail, and he was out of he grass and on top of the deer. Quickly, he leaped upon her back. Teeth and claws digging into the female’s neck. Clamping down of his powerful jaws, the doe’s bone snapped, and her body immediately went limp. The cat and the prey fell down together, making a thud when the lifeless body met the ground. Purring, Kael smiled, examining his kill, as his eyes glistened from the thrill of killing. Scanning the area, the male breathed in, scent checking the area. The audacity that some animals have cannot be tested when it comes to a freshly new kill, but Kael isn’t intimated by many, and a good challenge is something that Kael nearly instigates whenever an opposition appears. |
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Post by Picasso on Nov 25, 2013 18:53:17 GMT
maydayThe large male scanned the mountainous area, belly full and sated. The breeze rustled through his tawny mane as he walked amongst the tall grass. It was a cool but pleasant day. Denim was no longer uncomfortable at the chill in the air as Spring had crushed Winter. The snow had all but melted, apart from at the peaks of the mountains. It felt like a lifetime ago that London had found himself trapped with his brother up there. Denim lowered his gaze, knowing there was no use dwelling on the past. Alexander was gone, disappeared without a trace, like many of his family. Breathing in the crisp air, he continued his walk. The city had begun to suffocate the young lion, and Denim felt free in the country. He no longer had to worry about a pack of dogs stalking him down the alleys. The openness of the meadows made it easy to spot any predators. Denim's nostrils flared at the sudden stench of blood. He was not hungry, but the lion was intrigued. It had been weeks without contact, but Denim was too proud to admit his loneliness. Following the scent, Denim travelled a mile or so to the deer carcass, and a very hungry lion eating its body. He approached slowly and carefully. The lion's maw was stained crimson from the blood, and Denim was wary. Another lion would match Denim in almost every way. He was not a skilled warrior like many. And yet, Denim was almost hopeful. The scent of Iris was nowhere to be found, meaning this particular lion was a loner like him. Stopping a few metres away from the stranger, he cleared his throat, despite knowing the other lion had probably noticed him approaching. Shuffling awkwardly on his paws, Denim sat on his haunches and tried to think of something to start a conversation. "Afternoon," He began, "I am Denim." Denim rolled his eyes. This lion was probably wondering why Denim had interrupted his delicious lunch. "Have you been in Hexasol long?" For all Denim knew, the stranger could have been here for the entire of his life, but Denim was so desperately lonely, and longed for conversation again. "I'm sorry if I was intruding. I can leave..." He said, starting to turn away. |
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Post by mayday on Nov 27, 2013 4:13:28 GMT
Meat, blood, and flesh covered the large boy. Blood stuck to his mane, covering his lips, and dripped off his maw. He was a very messy eater, taking pride in his blood stained appearance. He ate with easy, unaware or uncaring of anyone that could be around. He would had not thought anyone would be stupid enough to walk up on a loin gorging down on a kill, but until Kael’s ears picked up the sound of another voice, he did not realize how stupid some could be. Pulling his head out of the stomach of the carcass, his ears laid flat upon his giant, golden crown. Eyes landing on another lion, a surprised expression crossed over his face, but his lips quickly curled over into a tight snarl. He listened to the lion speak, a silent growl pressed close to his lips, waiting for the right moment to attack. His tail twitched with annoyance, as amber eyes stared blankly at the other lion.
Kael was new to Hexasol, but he wasn’t sure if telling this cat, his identity was intelligent or not. He didn’t know the lion that was named Denim, he didn’t know who he was, or if he associated himself with any sort of rival clan. Breathing in, Kael smelled insecurity on the lion, making his suspicious about him being in a clan, invalid. A cat that was in a pride or not, does not smell like fear, and although, Denim did not have fear on him at this moment, Kael could read vulnerability over him. Kael gave the cat a blood stained smile, one that was probably as insensitive and eerie as death itself. He ran his pink tongued over his lips, before presenting his name. Hello, I am Kael. No, not at all. Actually, I just rolled into town not too long ago. The cat said, his voice was smooth and he spoke in ease.
Looking around, the male scanned the area. The sight of another lion would be a sure sign of an ambush, and he wasn’t going to be susceptible to getting hit on his blind slide. His paws prickled, claws going in and out of it’s sheath, as he played with the pebbles under his feet. He looked over the cat, he wasn’t that large for a lion, but who was Kael to speak? He was relatively small for being a lion as well, but his muscles and strength was something that Kael knew he had opposing his small stature. Oh, no, no, Denim, please don’t leave. I was nearly finishing eating. It’s rare that you see a pride-less lion just walking around. Kael’s words came out with a small sting, hinting that he knew about his lonely statues, and the will to use this factor as a weakness, was something Kael would not pass up doing. |
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Post by Picasso on Dec 9, 2013 15:23:47 GMT
maydayDenim relaxed a fraction when the other lion spoke. He didn't appear to be threatening or agitated with his presence. He watched as the large stripped the meat from the bone. Denim had noticed Kael had shown no recognition of Denim's name, which made him assume Kael was either a recluse, or a newcomer. Denim's name was fading from Hexasol's memory slowly but surely. Since his mother and father... and brother had died, his family no longer ruled over the Iris Pride. Dogs and cats no longer had to fear Denim's bloodline, and he's quietly slipped into the shadows. In a year or two, no one would remember the outlaw Denim. "What made you come here? I'd rather leave with the raging war." He admitted truthfully. Denim knew little about the surrounding towns and cities, and what animals populated them. Rumour had it, a city not far from here, was ruled by a herd of horses. Denim was intrigued at how herbivores could rule an entire city, without predators killing them. The two lions watched each other. Denim was trying to weigh Kael up, wondering what his story was. Narrowing his eyes, Denim sat in the grass and breathed in the fresh, bloody air. "Fair enough, I will stay. And you're a loner too. You don't desire joining the Iris?" He questioned, really hoping the answer would be a negative. There were far too many lions in the Iris Pride, and Denim had no wish to befriend a future member. He averted his gaze to the open carcass, that had been alive and breathing only half an hour before. Denim was doing well hunting and fending for himself, but he often wondered how much easier it would be with a companion to help him. Denim cocked his head, wondering whether Kael ever thought the same. Perhaps they could become comrades, of sorts. However, Denim was still distrustful. How could he ever trust a stranger from outside of Hexasol? Silence lulled between them. The grass tickled Denim's underbelly from the breeze. "Do you have family? A mate, cubs?" He broke the silence, knowing the answer was probably no. He didn't look like the kind to be looking after a family, judging by how he ravished the dead deer. |
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Post by mayday on Dec 19, 2013 18:24:28 GMT
Kael scanned over the other male, amber eyes searching for any traces of malicious behavior within his friendliness. Switching his tail from side to side, the lion yawned, bored with the day already, and tired from a full belly. Running his tongue over his lips, Kael listened as Denim asked him about his reasoning’s. Thinking quietly, he looked upon Denim, a curious look dancing in his eyes. I’m not sure, just roaming, I guess. Kael answered, unsure if that was what the other lion truly wanted to hear, but he wasn’t sure about the question of why he came he either. He just went wherever his paws took him, and his paws led him here. He watched Denim, as it seemed as they were both curious about each other’s past, curious about each other’s destiny, and whether it was to be good or bad. Chewing on his lip, he was sick of the questions being asked towards him, and he himself, wanted to be the one questioning. What about you? Are you a Hexasol native? Kael asked, unsure about his own native roots, or even the place that he was born at. He guessed that it truly did not matter in the end of the day, but it would still be nice to have some sort of background on his own personal life.
Kael’s ears perked up as the lion mentioned the name of something. A pride perhaps? Iris? He thought about it, but no recognition of the name of anything iris came to him. Iris? What is it? He asked, confusion clearly lingered in the sound of his voice, as his brows caved in, curious about a lion pride. I’ve always been a loner. Yourself? He asked, curious in why he was choosing the solo life, when there was a known lion pride somewhere in this city. Friends would be nice, but then again, it was Kael, and he survived perfectly on his own, and friends just seemed to complicate things. Perhaps a mate would be okay? Loneliness did sink in once in awhile, and the thought of a family did cross his mind here and there, but he could never be the lion he truly was around a relationship that was built off love. Love? He did not know the meaning, he didn’t even truly believe in the hopeless emotion. Nawh, it’s just me. I ride solo, I guess. You? There was a touch of sadness in the voice, but it was hidden under nonchalance and indifference. Truly, deep down inside, Kael knew that he really did not care about having a family or even a mate, if that were to actually happen, it would be a miracle on her part. |
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