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Post by dye on Jun 7, 2007 1:17:11 GMT -5
Do you fear Death? [/left][/color][/u][/s]
Winds rushed over the terrain whipped up dust clouds, making the aqua blue skies turn a tan sand hued. The loud sounds of the wind covered up all other sounds around. No predator had set paw or claw upon this loam in many years. Through the wind and the dust came a deafening roar of a familiar cat drew over the territory. Through the dust cloud came the massive brute. Kryptonite. It had been years since he had been upon these lands he had cursed. Cursed with his dark heart and love. Through the cloud stepped another form. A dark ebony coat stood out against the clouds. Krypta took long paces next to her father. She was older, stronger, and wiser now. All from her sire's wisdom. She was around 6 rotations now and had a build like her sire's. Upon the other side of Kryptonite stepped another lion...Tsavo. The maneless lion. He never thought that he would be in a pride, which you can't really considered this a pride. More of a close hunting party. To his side came another figure. An interesting lion stepped in after the group. Kanga. The once normal Neutral brute followed after the group.
The four lions moved into the terrain, near a cavern. Kryptonite stepped down into the dark caverns first then the rest followed. They were silent as they moved, like they didn't want any others to know they had returned from where ever they had gone to. Kryptonite collapsed onto the stone floor with a groan. Krypta sat upon her haunches near her sire as her orbs watched the old king. Tasvo and Kanga paced around the caverns as their claws made clicking noises upon the stone. All darks knew that age had finally caught up with Kryptonite and his time was near. Though his dark rein would be ending, the three left would make sure that darkness would take over once more, for good this time.
A few moments passed as the lions sat in the caverns, out of the dust filled winds, the sounds of the whipping winds against the mouth of the caverns echoed through the tunnels and main dome where they all sat. It was then the old Kyptonite began to fade. Though he was going to die, which all knew, Krypta had an idea that her sire wasn't going to die completely. He had always said that he was going to live on until darkness had taken over the serengetti. His dangerously orange orbs closed for the last time the howling winds ceased and the dust settled back upon the loam.
Night came and the three lions paced outside in the moonlight. A zebra laid dead near the three from a recent kill they had taken down after the tragic death of the dark king. Kanga and Tasvo had gotten into a fight if they should go out and find other darks to join them in taking over once more. Krypta had made a quick point that they would do no such thing. If they brought others into their plot the entire thing could back fire and all three of them would be left for the vultures. Krypta had became the leader of this close hunting party. After everything was settled, Krypta and Tasvo slept as Kanga stood watch over the group. Claws carried his mass from the sleeping lions and out into the terrian to scout it out. Do you?
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Post by R u m o u r | you are my life on Jun 19, 2007 8:33:37 GMT -5
Fairley large padders carried, this young, but wise femora into the terrace. Nares picked up the scent, of her long lost father Krypto. He had had her long before. She had left, and had now returned, hoping to be accepted, for the memory of her father.
A cooing sound was released from her vox, calling Krytpto, for memories, of the past, and gone. She walked over to the group, and bowed her head a bit, without passing, showing respect for the other members, as she saw her father, and snorted a bit, calling him, looking him straight in his rather large facade.
She had gotton her fasique, form her father, large, many could mistake her for a male, that had lost her mane. Many did.
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Post by dye on Jun 19, 2007 10:52:52 GMT -5
There is a line between Life and DeathPricks where high when the sound of the other feline upon the terrain, Kanga glanced over to the massive sized fem. Yes he knew it was a fem, he was not easily out smarted and there was way she could be a brute since she wore no mane. Of course, he had seen maneless lions, hell, he lives with one so mistaking her for one was not possible. Lips curled up as he his chest rumbled at the intruder. The deep sound like thunder awoke Krypta and was upon her claws in moments. Tsavo was alert but continued to lay upon the loam. All three had orbs locked upon the intruder with the look of murder reflecting off their optics.
Krypta had no clue who this fem was and when the other took strides towards her fallen sire, a deep warning roar echoed from her vox and claws charged forward to block the fem's line of travel. Both Kanga and Tsavo were baring ivory at the fem as they stood in a stance ready to go for the kill. A snarl like vocals came from the grown fem. To clear the air, she had the build of her sire; brawny, and massive. She also added a feminine touch to her looks. Her pelt was dark ebony and orbs shined bright tropical oranges and yellows in the sun rays. All these looks together made her a fierce looking fem, which she was. Never had she known mercy or compassion. She was a fighter, a leader, a killer. Not a lover or a companion. As her snarl echoed through the terrain her electric orbs glared at the fem before speaking. "What concerns does a wench as yourself have out here." Jaws snapped as daggers dug into the loam in front of her claws as she spoke. Who did this fem think she was? Coming out here in the realm of darks and approach the corpse of the only true king of the serengetti? The three darks stood in between the stranger and the corpse. They would not allow a random and strange fem approach their fallen alpha and king. All bared ivory and their growls and snarls could be heard through the entire terrain. And your Flirting with it
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Post by R u m o u r | you are my life on Jun 23, 2007 9:03:21 GMT -5
The femora, looked towards the fem who challenged her. Ice broke out "I am Krypto's daughter. He is my father. Shew stated proudly, with confidence. She had no reason to fear this fem. She was her sister. She needed to control herself, and quit acting like a cub. For what was she trying to prove to this femora? Her own kin. Because of many darks like her, wanting to kill everything in sight. Was why, many darks have dissapeared from the lands.
She looked towards the fem in an honest way. I am not here to steal any postion, you may have earned. I am just here to rejoin my famila. She told the fem with her head held high. Proud of who she was, and what she had become.
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Post by dye on Jun 23, 2007 11:43:52 GMT -5
You think your a Fooler..Jaws snapped at the fem with distaste. So she thought she was the kin of her sire? From the looks of it just a pure wanna be looking for protection against the world. If she couldn't survive the world full of death and hate, there was no chance for her here. Here was where the demons lurk in the shadows with the devils that haunt the dreams of the ones in the supposedly, innocent world. This was where they lurked. This fem had no place among them. Fire light orbs glared at this proud acting fem, she seemed to act as though her sire would be proud of her appearance after his passing. Oh but he would not be. Just the sight of the light that seemed to trace around her being and the way she strolled upon his land as though she owned it. He would be anything but proud. Knives slid into the loam beneath her claws as her brawny pillars stepped towards the impostor. Her glaring orbs never left the fem's own but a sudden chuckle escaped her lips.
"The fact that you believed you could walk upon these lands of the darks, declare you are the daughter of my sire, and act as though you are above all, I makes me think.. How stupid do you think we are?"
A deep throated growl came from the maneless brute as if agreeing with her. The other brute's chainage flipped against the sod, ready to pounce upon the new fem and dig his ivories into her wind pipe.
Krypta eyed the fem in a challenging way. She would never gain the trust of the ebony fem. Trust was something she had learned to never give for the person you give it to is only tempted to break that trust...Which they always do. Jaws snapped once more and the fem stood silent.
"Answer me!"
Lyrics boomed from her vox drenched in hatred and demand for an answer. When you where a Fools Face.
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Post by Hell Night on Jun 23, 2007 17:20:06 GMT -5
Wild, out of control, simply unteachable, he had roamed for over a year, refusing to settle down, refusing to forget the memory of the fear in his victims' glassy orrbs, refusing to return to the purity he had once had. Running over many thousands of miles, he force bred lioness, killed weak, young, old and strong too, and was a basic terror known amongst many prides. He was like the grim reaper, and no one wanted to be visited by him. When he was calm, he watched battles, gaining knowledge of the art of fighting, learning what he would need for his life ahead. One day, a hellion decided to put an end to the land's horror, and to kill Hell Night or kick him off the land, banished, never to come home again and terrorize the inhabitants.
Hell Night had no such intentions, but saw potential elsewhere, and willingly let the sea claim his body, taking it where it would go. He missed his rambunctious days, without a care in the world, being just a three year-old, doing whatever the hell he pleased. But when he matured into a true behemoth, he decided there was a little more to life. When his body banked on the shores of the serengetti, the realization hit hard. If he was ever to make his father proud, well hell, he had to start sometime, right? After wandering a little, he learned that a strong lioness also lived on this infamous land, and he would also meet his death here. Determined to find her, though he didn't know then he would only find himself disappointed, it took him on many side-trips to hell and back.
Krypta, daughter of Krypto, if you will. She was the embodiment of Hell and Satan himself, and Hell Night believed he had found his other half. It was like a nightmare come true for the primed lion, though he was too cruel and block-headed at that point to understand the meaning of love. Though he did like her with his little, cold, black heart, it was not the kind of love he would later discover. The beasts sister, Crimson moon, showed promise growing in darkness. Unlike Hell Night, he had been born knowing he was dark, never pure, not for one second. And life, for once, had been quite alright. Crimson kept Hell Night on a short leash, though. Some rumored that when she disappeared, it was Hell Night who had killed her. He could have never done such a thing. Or could he have? Each day, insanity was inching closer to his brain...
Now, now lets not get too rough just because some scum claims to be a daughter of the legendary
He let those notes hang in the still air between them, and they finally blended in with the silence. He always complicated things. Watching Days with expectant eyes burning with a sparkle of genuine curiosity, his harks flicked forward in anticipation.
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Post by R u m o u r | you are my life on Jun 27, 2007 1:46:41 GMT -5
The femora simply smiled. How simple it was to est this fems paitence. She need to grow out of her cub like ways, and grow up. She needed to learn how to control her anger. And emotions. How very cub like of her. Oh what the darks had come to. For this was her own kin and blood, and she was willing to kill. For she had never been raised against darks, or with, that is why her light ways, shown through, but a spot of dark still shown. You could see her potiential. Not yet there, but still potential.
Dark amber ooptics flew towards teh brute who come aacross the lands for love. How pathetic he was treading across the lands, looking at Krypta, in lust. Oh yet another thought, of what the darks had come to. But a slight inside chuckle was made to this. Change was in the air. And she sat to watch. Also P.S. I need your pride in the pride creation board. Or this thread will be deleted.
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Post by dye on Jun 27, 2007 17:10:17 GMT -5
You say we are wrongOrbs landed upon the new brute who had stepped upon the lands. ivories Snapped at him. Seems as if the world wanted a piece of this dark life and they seem to be doing anything to receive it. She would deal with the brute in a moment. She had to deal with this wench first. Kissers curled up as she snarled at the fem. She had spoken that she was wishing to rejoin her family, well she would grant her an answer.
"Nameless wench, if you are lucky enough to be kin of my sire and are my family then here is my answer to you joining us..."
She paced forward and glared directly back at her. Strides were strong as like the leader she was. Her orbs glared at the fem's. She meant business and nothing else.
"Your family does not want you apart of it. Now leave these lands and never step upon them again."
Her lyrics came like the stinger of a bee with the deadly poison of a viper. It her final answer and nothing was to sway her from the decision. This fem was not welcome here and so she was to leave or be forced out. Another snarl came from her as she strutted away from the fem and towards the brute. He had spoken upon her side when she did not need assistance on the matter.
"You speak as though you are leader upon these lands."
She growled her demon like growl.
"When you are barely allowed on them."
Orange contrasting optics glared at his hide as her chainage flicked in annoyance.
Though you stand alone(SUCKY POST!)
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Post by Hell Night on Jun 27, 2007 23:53:44 GMT -5
Harks danced atop his skull, listening to her as she breathed. Keen and sensitive, they could hear far. Though he was only a few paces away from her, the passage seemed to take a lifetime. When he finally did stop at her station, he was surprised to see what she really looked like. From far away, she was polished, manicured, and beautiful. From this angle, up close and personal, he couldn't say that with as much ease. Burrs and twigs and other unknown things matted her tresses, colored in the likeness of steel. Her body was larg yet slender and mud-stained, and she was aggressive. But above all, her eyes sparkled like a diamond hanging in the ear of an ethiop.
They commanded his attention and held him captive. A fire seemed to dance and sparkle there, and it captivated him. She looked to be as broken as she could possibly be, but those chasms told him otherwise. They also told him she could be what this land never seen, and needed. A fine warrior-ess? Perhaps. She'd throw fine cubs. Perhaps she'd strengthen the darks in ways he didn't dream of, that was, if she decided to be a fool and turn down his assistance. She looked like she was a wanderer, not one to stay in the same place too long. He would change that, he told himself with the addition of a smug smirk to light up his handsome face.
Well 'Barely' still means allowed am I wrong? if so will you force meto leave?
He asked, a note of playfulness on his words.
I'm Hell Night
He explained, a regal sense of haughtiness on his tones. Yes, he was proud of it. But underlying those words, there was also a sense of hatred, being challenged by one lower than him, angered him slightly.
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Post by dye on Jun 30, 2007 0:08:24 GMT -5
You think I'm interested??The brutes laid upon the sod, observing the other who had approached. Though their interests where in that conversation, they kept tabs on the fem incase she couldn't take the truth and went to attack. If she did, both brutes would jump and attack her back, never letting her lay a hair upon krypta. They knew that their leader could take the fem with ease, though after dismissing the fem, it wasn't her problem anymore. It was theirs.
Pricks stood upon her crania listening to the vocals of the brute. When he spoke of that he was then actually allowed upon this land and asked if she would force him to leave a rumble echoed through her ivories from deep in her vox her poison like lyrics came.
"That can be arranged if it must."
Her temper was a flame that was not going to be extinguished easily. Nothing could change the things she was or her habits. She would die before she allowed another to have control over her. The only feline that she allowed that power was her sire, who was now gone, making her controlled by no one. When her cursing came she snapped her jaws towards him.
"I have no purpose for your cursing brute."
He seemed proud of the useless information. Her glaring optics bared through his own and into his soul as if she was searching for the purpose he was upon these lands and wasting her time like that fem had. So far, this day had been anything but pleasant, but how pleasant can a day be for a dark? Think again
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Post by R u m o u r | you are my life on Jul 1, 2007 15:50:47 GMT -5
(ugh, i axidently deleted my psot dso im going to make it crappy.)
She was her sister, her own hide, and she was to do this. How dumb of her. She wasn't even afriad of her at all. What was she trying to prove, and to who? "Grown up fem. Contorol yourself."
Long, lean, strong pillars, collapsed, slowley, accepting herrself into the pride. She had no reason to run and hide. Especially from a cublike acting one, such as her. She began to groom herself, ignoring the femora. and then large optics scanned, the terrace, looking at Tsavo. Scen was released from her, enticing the brujo to come over, since it was the season to breed. She was in heat. and any brujo around, would breed her. Only if they could resesct the sweet scent.
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