bree
Cub
I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me ROAR
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Post by bree on Dec 3, 2013 18:24:54 GMT
like an addict of darkness I hide away .:. an angel of blood-lust, death, and decay
Syjani
She was a creature of the night, a beast with deep green eyes and a fire-orange pelt. As the sun fell and the silver light of the moon rose up to dominate the sky, she awakened. Prowling; ever searching-- though for what, she did not know. Would she ever know? Stretching, she slunk from her den, eyes gleaming in the darkness of the moonlit night. A roar leaped from her maw, claiming the night and the castle within which she dwelled. Come, come and challenge me if you dare! She was fierce, brave; but most would simply call her grumpy, since most of the time her roar was far worse than her bite. Long, wicked teeth, color of bone were shown from her mouth as it opened wide in a yawn. Moving out of the tower, she headed down the stairs, winding and twisting her way down, down, down into the darkness of her lair. Trotting toward the heavy oak doors (long since rotted through in some places), she pushed one open and slid through the gap, heading out into the green lawn. A soft growl left her black lips, rumbling low in her chest, as she looked around. Was that...? Yes, she believed it was. A faint scent of something out in the darkness, possibly watching her. Crouching down in the long, overgrown grass, she eyed the area warily. Who's there? She shouted in her mind, blinking her emerald eyes. Come out! Do not think to hide from me. Deciding that who or whatever it was would come out sooner or later, she stood tall and continued trotting out, closer to the place she liked to hunt. There was a forest not far away that she occasionally had to hunt in to sustain herself (after all, she needed large game in order to stay healthy) but tonight was not a night that she needed to go there. Head swiveling, she froze as she spotted a deer not far away. Funny. They never ventured this far out of the forest... did they? She'd never seen any here in the grassy part of her home. Not one to look a gift horse too closely in the mouth, she began her stalk, eyes now fixed on her prey. She was determined to catch this one-- it was nice and large, for a deer, and would keep her from being hungry for a while. Not as long as a water buffalo would've, but that wasn't the point.
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Post by Picasso on Dec 4, 2013 13:57:36 GMT
breeThe darkness enveloped the tawny lion as he stalked through the forest. His eyes were downcast, having little interest in the world around him. Whilst his stomach growled in hunger, his mind was wandering elsewhere. Hunting in the dead of the night was almost impossible, and Denim was keen to find somewhere to rest until morning. His large paws crunched against the crisp, frozen ground, still icy from the dying breath of winter. Flowers were beginning to flourish from spring, and the air was starting to warm his bones from the months of bitterness. He had heard of the conflict between Tempest and Iris but there were too many rumours to listen to. Rumour said that the Tempest had finally won, and they aimed to enslave the entire feline population of Hexasol. Other whispers said of a new leader rising up in the Iris Pride and taking control. Denim wasn't sure what to believe, and to be frank, he didn't particularly care. As the lion weaved between the trees, a scent peaked his interest. A deer. His stomach rumbled eagerly. His amber eyes scanned his surroundings, before following the scent to a clearing. There the deer was, peacefully grazing in the dead of the night. There was no scent of a herd nearby, so perhaps this deer had got lost or injured. Denim quivered with hunger as he weighed up the possibilities. Taking down a deer was difficult, however the darkness concealed him nicely. Deer were fast, and Denim would struggle to get as close as possible before pouncing. It was situated pretty far out of the clearing, near the castle, and Denim wasn't sure whether he'd be able to get close enough before being spotted. However, it was an opportunity Denim refused to pass up. How often do you stumble across a deer like this? Slowly but surely, Denim stalked out of his hiding place and into the clearing. His paws tenderly touched the icy grass, careful not to make a sound. A single crunch or snap of a twig would make the deer flee. With hungry eyes, Denim moved further and further forward, whilst the blissfully unaware deer chewed on its grassy meal. A movement out the corner of his eye made Denim freeze and turn his head slowly. A stripy beast was also slowly walking towards the deer. Torn, Denim stared at the tigress, who didn't seem to have noticed Denim either. Sighing, Denim decided to go for it. Whoever got to the deer first was the one to keep it. Turning his head back to watch his future meal, Denim decided he was close enough to run. Leaping out of the talk grass, the lion begun to give chase to the deer. The deer fled in an instance. It didn't get far before Denim's large paw caught its rear leg, dragging it down to the ground. |
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