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Post by lost on Feb 18, 2007 17:43:20 GMT -5
It seemed like forever and a day since she’d talked down the familiar and worn down path. Her tail weaving to and fro behind her tender flank, the scruff atop of his cranium more rigid than was usual. Her mixed gray-green eyes dancing as her nose took in the many distinctive aromas around her, most of which where unrecognizable and foreign, leaving her to simply guess at what they might be. Prey, predator, or males wanting to plant there essence and give her cubs?
What, this now? She had not come from neer dead to be exposed to this torment that was claiming. Oh, and the fact that she was in season, and for that matter she was at the top of her sent. Guess what? She was at the top of her game.
Adult, and the covested beauty that only came with age and having no cubs for the last four years that she had spent planning to kill.
She lay down wind so the sent would only be smelled from, oh, everywhere. But this was her favorite spot in which she could enjoy the gental cover of the willow's leafly branches which conforted her. As if empowered by a godly force which, often now, visted her when sleep claimed her causes her to speak.
Come all ye dark-blooded. Come and try to claim the willow tree Femora who is waiting for her prince to sweep her away to a heaven in the clouds. |
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Post by dye on Feb 20, 2007 16:34:17 GMT -5
High up into the atmosphere ebony clouds floated. Shadow drapped over the terrain shrouding it in a hazy darkness. A gust of breeze whipped quickly through before slowing to a silent still statue. As the clouds drifted a few gaps appeared in the darkness allowing few columns of sun rays to the geo below.
On the horizon a massive form padded in. The size of the beast seemed to contrast with the surrounding foliage as it approached the middle of the domain. Snout raised into the atmosphere as thorns twitched upon his crania. The brutes ribbon draped between his large canine ivoires that he inheritaged from relatives that had lived long ago. Chainage began to swing in a dark delighted way. The scent of a fem was hanging in the breeze. A fresh in season fem was what he found. A rumble rose from his vox as his paws carried his frame towards the large willow. The sandy loam was warm and deep as it slide through his paws, leaving large tracks once his paw was lifted. Orbs landed upon the fem as his rumble ended. Paws stopped moving as he examined the hopefully dark fem before him.
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Post by lost on Feb 21, 2007 7:58:25 GMT -5
The warrior’s rounded obsidian colored lobes fluttering freely in every which direction before firmly perking upright and pushing foreword. Aha! There you are.. As she rounded an offset bend among the hill like terrain, She paused in her footing. A devious smirk replacing her grin from before, when she spotted the lone willow tree several yards off. It was where she was first claimed many moons ago by the handsome Kovu. His name was now the deadliest curse to her. Was this now the Krypto, know from legians. They were told of a male who's heart had killed a femme. But she was a Femme Fatel.
And she knew it.
Are you the dashing dark king known as Krypto? I am a Femme Fatel, a blooded such as yours. And yes, I am in heat. No need for unnessary questions.
She touched her tail to his face, as she did inticing hm. And once again, a flashback fom her lesser days.
They said she had died.
The storm of Sand whipped around the femme
HELP ME!!!
Her cubs ran away.
She fainted.
No, I am not yet ready to meet the Star lions.
Little one, you have had a hard life. You will be reborn as Toshi as was your first name. But enjoy it: for the next time you see us you will stay and become a star.
Thank you.
Her eyes were with tears.
Kovu, I will avange thine hurts. Any of your that still walk will be killed.
But never her, not without payback |
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Post by dye on Feb 21, 2007 16:47:09 GMT -5
Paws slowed to a halt as the fem neared his being. Her scent was strong as it entered his snout. Oh how he wanted to end the scent in his dark ways but he held his emotionless mask upon his nerves and thoughts. Orbs of dark sunset hues flew over the fem before him. Her lyrics came to his alert thorns. Crania nodded an answer towards her before lyrics came from him. "Kryptonite to those whom fear I." his vox rumbled out. With a swift motion his crania moved away from her chainage. He was not one to hold causal brushes from others. Paws carried his massive frame around the fem. "Upon the list of unnessary question, does thy fem before I in search of a darkened domain to roam within a even darker pride, upon it?" His lyrics were low and husky with darkness. Claws reached from his paws as he continued to circle the fem.
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Post by lost on Feb 22, 2007 14:18:06 GMT -5
It depends on how dark the lands are. Then I can judge who are the true dark blooded that roam on the plains are.
She almost gave him the look, but never did.
(Crap post. Forgive me? ;D)
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Post by dye on Feb 22, 2007 15:56:15 GMT -5
Paws halted near the side of the fem. "Judging if the living is good sounds more like what you are searching for." He replied smartly with a chill to his words. Thorns perked high up upon his crania awaiting the reaction from the fem. Hind pillars pulled under his mass as his haunches landed upon the geo, chainage laying beside him tapping with no particular beat.
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Post by lost on Feb 23, 2007 9:18:39 GMT -5
She smiled, her own tail shawing to the tune of the toughts that resided in the mind of femme fatle like herself. If Speeking in riddles was in the game of this claiming round of the circle of the life movie that was her's. The rounds were often wonderful, but then again she was the lead star and she and he would be together in the end. For her It was hard to remember Roku's face. She wished she could have spent more time with him. She turned to speak to the claimer, for Krypto was his name. The devil himself was speaking to her and she was here.
You speak in Riddles, and I in poems. You are the king of blood and I just want revenge on the one who hurt me. So on my list of unnessary questions are you to claim me now. A femme in her breeding season, at the top of her heat.
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Post by dye on Feb 23, 2007 16:15:32 GMT -5
Chainage halted in a half beat upon the geo. Orbs flashed from the geo towards to the fem's own orbs. Claws reached forward and dug deep into the sandy loam near the front of his paws. Thorns caught the lyrics of the fem. As his thinker went through her words he found they sounded controlling over him. Unforturnally for this fem, he was not one to take orders. "Am I to claim you?" He questioned. he knew what he meant by it, but did she?
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Post by lost on Feb 23, 2007 16:27:18 GMT -5
She moved her head ever so slightly to face him. Her tiara shaped head once tilted looked at him.
The gentle blue skies hovered like a light serene blue pool over the grass and water. Her golden-green eyes peered open gently, as she watched the world around her. Her face was expressionless, not excited, not emotional at all.
Yes, you are.
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Post by dye on Feb 23, 2007 16:30:26 GMT -5
AS her lyrics echoed from her to his thorns, pillars pulled themselves out from under his frame as he stood. Pelt shook as dust flew from him. "An order it sounds like." He hissed with an intensiness. Did this fem think she could order him about? He would shortly see.
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Post by lost on Feb 23, 2007 16:37:07 GMT -5
She coyaly smiled. What a catch. Amazing, but she was a not a soft soul, she was a dark.
More of a request, actualy.
(another crappy post)
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Post by dye on Feb 23, 2007 16:40:58 GMT -5
"Requesting aye?" He snapped back. Chainage flipped through the atmosphere. Paws carried his frame about the terrain near the fem. What did this fem hold within her. His test would hopefully show him what he was looking for.
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Post by lost on Feb 23, 2007 17:06:56 GMT -5
Yes, a request. All my life I wanted a male to lead me. And I got you.
She Walked around him.
You are smart, you are tough, and you can probably fight like a true warrior.
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Post by dye on Feb 23, 2007 17:15:28 GMT -5
A low gust of carbon came from his nares. That wasn't the exact thing his thorns wished to here. he was in search for a fem that had an independent attitude but would fall in line with his orders. her lyrics still pleased him but he cept that emotion bottled up under his tough mask that was still stone hard upon his facial. "Got I? Or want I?"
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Post by lost on Feb 23, 2007 17:20:06 GMT -5
Got it and wanted it. What male wouldn't want me? I am in season, that you know.
She purred, as soft as she could, a hint of sweetness in her smirk.
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Post by dye on Feb 23, 2007 17:24:31 GMT -5
Crania turned to right slightly. "You have high expectations for youself." HIs lyrics came with a roughness. He was seeing how much attitude this fem could take before acting. Would she act against him though? He was a tester and that was what he was doing.
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Post by lost on Feb 23, 2007 17:31:45 GMT -5
I have hight expectations because I have seen what will come and know if I die I will not dissaper. I will become a lion of the stars. I have old royal blood in me.
She was not one to become annoyed.
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Post by dye on Feb 23, 2007 18:47:20 GMT -5
His orbs rolled in their sockets. Another old royal blooded lion. His viewpoint was it does not matter whom was in your past years. You decided whom you are not blood. He had proven it to many. He was not born a dark. His parents had been neutral but he chose his way. He could give a crap what they wanted. He only cared for what he saw himself as. "So, where do you believe you stand on the power scale?"
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Post by lost on Feb 23, 2007 19:16:39 GMT -5
On a scale of one to ten I'm a seven.
(crap, sorry)
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Post by dye on Feb 23, 2007 20:52:59 GMT -5
Crania shook. "Scale of where you think you should stand in a pride." he hissed as his paws carried his mass about. Chainage flipped back and forth as his thorns awaited her lyrics.
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Post by lost on Feb 24, 2007 9:27:18 GMT -5
Normal rank, unless you find me deserving for a higher place. Then, in dreaming terms, a betta or an Alpha, if I deserve it.
She turned to face the sun. Tail swayed with her breathing, and to the tune of her guess work.
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Post by dye on Feb 25, 2007 18:15:53 GMT -5
Paws carried his frame to and fro once more. He pondered on her lyrics. Coming to a conclusion his crania turned towards her. He would allow her into his pride to see how she acts. "Fine, you can with me to my pride on one condition." Claws reached out and ivoires bared. "Lioness drama shall and remain low. I shall breed with whom I choose and claim whom I choose." His lyrics were serious and hard.
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Post by lost on Feb 25, 2007 18:29:30 GMT -5
She Nodded.
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Post by dye on Feb 25, 2007 20:24:34 GMT -5
A low growl echoed from his vox as he turned and began wandering towards his terrain. "Let us go then." he hissed as his large paws left deep imprints.
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