Post by Hell Night on Mar 10, 2007 16:08:06 GMT -5
Incandesce beams from the morning orb consumed the darkness from the other night. The once dark Welkin turned into a baby sea ocean blue. The once dark navy Flora turned a radiant ivy green that swayed in the talcum, chilling airstream. A feline shaped shadow casted upon the quagmire, its size and slenderness betraying the lithe form in wich who casted it as sovereign.
The fairpeltage illuminated over the small yet Brawny xanthippe. so I see this place has never changed other than the lions here thoughts buzzed in the femora's small, golden pallet. Charcoal tipped lobes hoisted forward when hooves pounded the glebe, in the distant horizon where a herd of zebra trotted and grunted with agrivation of the swarming insects trying to escape their menaceing grasp.
The appearance of the zebra made crimson's stomach ache for a fresh meal. the somewhat primed lioness was diminutive,Sleek,Stalwart, and attractive, but Crimson was on a hunt not looking for a mate. The silient lioness navigated forward in the tall gleaming grass, her strides full of power and determination of a chase, her lust for food kept her going when exhaustion nagged at her muscles and bones. Crimson moon was slightly blissful that she had found a herd so near but hunger kept her temper short.
An overwhelming yawn slipped past her labrios, yellowish white enamels glinted in the golden rays from the firery sun, crimson's long pendulum twitched with eager anticipation of the right time to lunge but yet it still did not come. Just when crimson was about to give up a youngster came kicking and squealing twards her refuge, acoustics descended twards hell as daggers pushed out of the extra skin known as their sheaths, back joints unfolded launching the swift monarch upon the striped colt.
Squealing and the sound of the struggling colt made the herd obligate in panic twards the far end of the dew covered abode, but as hard as the little young-one tried it could not escape crimson's death grip. Well curved and sharp ivories sunk into the life vein in the colt's curvature killing it slowly, the taste of hot blood rushed into the lioness's mouth. Crimson was successfull so far today.
The fairpeltage illuminated over the small yet Brawny xanthippe. so I see this place has never changed other than the lions here thoughts buzzed in the femora's small, golden pallet. Charcoal tipped lobes hoisted forward when hooves pounded the glebe, in the distant horizon where a herd of zebra trotted and grunted with agrivation of the swarming insects trying to escape their menaceing grasp.
The appearance of the zebra made crimson's stomach ache for a fresh meal. the somewhat primed lioness was diminutive,Sleek,Stalwart, and attractive, but Crimson was on a hunt not looking for a mate. The silient lioness navigated forward in the tall gleaming grass, her strides full of power and determination of a chase, her lust for food kept her going when exhaustion nagged at her muscles and bones. Crimson moon was slightly blissful that she had found a herd so near but hunger kept her temper short.
An overwhelming yawn slipped past her labrios, yellowish white enamels glinted in the golden rays from the firery sun, crimson's long pendulum twitched with eager anticipation of the right time to lunge but yet it still did not come. Just when crimson was about to give up a youngster came kicking and squealing twards her refuge, acoustics descended twards hell as daggers pushed out of the extra skin known as their sheaths, back joints unfolded launching the swift monarch upon the striped colt.
Squealing and the sound of the struggling colt made the herd obligate in panic twards the far end of the dew covered abode, but as hard as the little young-one tried it could not escape crimson's death grip. Well curved and sharp ivories sunk into the life vein in the colt's curvature killing it slowly, the taste of hot blood rushed into the lioness's mouth. Crimson was successfull so far today.