Meow
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burn, bby <3
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Post by Meow on Feb 27, 2009 19:58:00 GMT -6
ooc;; I-I'm not too late to join am i? ;____; If I may, could I take position of the head male of the Savannah Pride? If so, the lion'll be named Enzi, which means power/might/sovereignty in Swahili. [/size]
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Night of Fire
Pokémon & Area Monitor
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Eclipse, son of Dagger and Dawn
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Post by Night of Fire on Feb 27, 2009 22:53:35 GMT -6
((Hum...How's Madara sound for my head female in the Swamp Pride?))
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Post by Zelda on Feb 28, 2009 7:49:58 GMT -6
Muscles rippled beneath her dark pelt, blending in well with the barren, rocky land she strode upon. The huntress had a perpetual scowl on her face as she looked over her land. As usual, there wasn't much besides scraps like rats, hedgehogs, and aardvarks, not including a long-dead warthog the buzzards were flocking towards. She paused, ears flicking towards the sound of padding of paws.
That was one positive point of the Rock Pride: their esteemed sense of hearing. It's easy to hear things walking through their territory, because without grass or trees to suppress sound, and rocky mountains to echo off of.
She got into a hunter's crouch, and slowly turned towards the origin of the sound. The lioness could hear the animal coming. It was large prey, possibly a buffalo, or even a small elephant. She couldn't make out the scent, as it was unfamiliar to her, and crept into a scanty patch of dried grass. Her dusky-brown tail was slowly swaying from side to side low to the ground. The feline wondered selfishly how she'd be rewarded when she caught this, not considering the possibility of the prey being stronger then herself.
Thema thought quite a lot of herself. Well, she did have reason to, since she was the head lioness of the Rock Pride. She takes pride in her strength, speed, and wits, but can also be brash, selfish, impatient, and cruel. No one, other then her mate, the head male of Rock Pride, would dare to stand up to her. A large nick in her ear and a small scar on her right front shoulder are her battle trophies, and she flaunts them.
But when she finally caught sight of the "prey" come out from behind a rocky incline, her claws unsheathed and dug into the dirt. Trespasser!! she thought, sight going red with fury. If the invader had been female, she would have challenged them, but it was a rather large, tan male with a black mane. The lioness hissed quietly, slowly backed off a few steps, then bolted back towards the safety of the cavernous mountains.
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He wondered how many pawsteps he had tread throughout his life. Enough to escape, I suppose... he inferred. The lion hadn't really been paying attention to where he was, or the borders of various prides. The loner didn't care, though. As long he had something to eat, something to drink, and somewhere to sleep, he was fine. And that he wasn't being attacked and chased by other lions, too, of course.
Azazel's umber pelt was in an awful condition, with mud caked to him in some spots. His midnight-black mane had dozens of tangles and natural-formed dreads. A scar on his nose, on his hindquarters, and across his chest doesn't make him appear to be a very welcome guest in the territories he stays in.
The lion broke his train of thought, and looked up to see where he was. The land was arid, not appearing to be able to support life. Azazel took advantage of this opportunity. He assumed that no pride would ever want to live here, and presumptuously stalked around the area. He tried desperately to find something to eat, and managed to catch a hedgehog, not without being speared, though.
With a skimpy meal in him, he decided to find somewhere to sleep. Azazel had seen a large group of bats head towards the mountains, so he presumed there would be dozens of caves for him to pick from. As he was walking around a large rock, the male sensed another presence. He couldn't identify the scent. Was it meerkat? Or gazelle? The loner continued to walk, and looked from the corner of his eye. The only thing he saw was a dark figure flee towards the mountains.
Well, there goes that idea... he thought, sighing. The male turned back to the rock, and padded to it. He leaped at it, and climbed to the top, about ten feet off the ground. Azazel looked across the dry, dark land for some kind of oasis or savannah. He squinted his dark eyes, and could barely make out some grass in the distance.
He smiled. The first time in ages, since the time he had found a river when he was about to die from thirst. The lion flew from his perch, and galloped towards his haven. Azazel pushed his lean muscle to use every drop of energy he had towards the grassy plains.
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Post by Basset on Feb 28, 2009 13:06:33 GMT -6
ooc:
We haven't even started role playing yet Meow, of course you can join. Oh, and I was wondering if you could you maybe draw Asad and Zera? And maybe Fumu, if it's not to much trouble.
Night, it sounds good.
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Meow
Newbie
burn, bby <3
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Post by Meow on Feb 28, 2009 16:57:17 GMT -6
ooc;; O-okay, thanks. So I'll take that as a yes~ Uhm, sure. I can draw those characters for you. You'd have to give me lots of nice description so I could do a good job on them. And even throw in a smidget of personality for me to know so I can implement it somehow into the picture. You can tell me on my drawing board if you want. Pm, whatever. (: [/size]
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Post by Basset on Feb 28, 2009 17:06:57 GMT -6
ooc: *hugs Meow* I luffs you!
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