Post by dye on Jun 8, 2007 0:44:49 GMT -5
G E T . B U S Y . L I V I N G .
An empty terrain. Perfect for this lost soul. Claws carried the ebony maned feline upon the sandy loam of the terrain. Orbs of soft gold flickered over the shapes and being that laid upon the land. Chain brushed the sod behind him as he wandered, creating a trail after his paw marks. This brute used to own a clean and soft pelt of tan fur. Now it was a shade darker and was matted with dirt and burs from the places he had traveled with his new clan. Once he had owned a land but now he only resides in another, under the rule of two stronger felines, who used to be under the rule of the most powerful cat he had known. All this was to stay in his crania and never to be told to another soul that walked this earth. It could send the entire plan to hades. Though Hades was not as bad as some places it could go.
O . R
Frame of the brute wandered towards the shade of the foliage which was near a mere puddle of aqua. It used to be a pond, maybe a lake before the water had receded elsewhere. Prey must have moved on without the source of water, seeing many of the herds had moved on. He could have cared years ago, but now it didn't matter since the clan, more of a hunting party, could track and take down kills with ease and speed. Traveling a day to find a small herd then taking down one, eating, then returning back to the domain they were occupying for the time being. They never stayed in one place for more than a few days, it was to keep felines that thought of them as threats, couldn't track or gain ground on them. Many would hate to have a life of running but he didn't have to much of a choice at the time. The life they had been living had changed dramatically since now they were now hunting, not being hunted.
The brute laid upon the shady cool sand, crania rested upon his large claws. Carbon came from his nares as his ribbon stretched out between his ivories as he yawned. Kanga, the Raven, let his optics fall closed as he rested. His position could give another the idea that he was in his own vast world under those heavy lids, but his chain gave away that he was still alert since it tapped the loam with a rhythm of his beating heart.
The brute laid upon the shady cool sand, crania rested upon his large claws. Carbon came from his nares as his ribbon stretched out between his ivories as he yawned. Kanga, the Raven, let his optics fall closed as he rested. His position could give another the idea that he was in his own vast world under those heavy lids, but his chain gave away that he was still alert since it tapped the loam with a rhythm of his beating heart.
G E T . B U S Y . D Y I N G .
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