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Kuumia looked up. She was in a bitter mood, a hateful mood. Well it really wasn't a mood. It was her personality. Her was of just... being. Her hard eyes made contact with the brown cheetah standing before her. His words made the fur on the back of her neck stand up. She had only been away from Xana a few days and there were already males waiting to speak with her. Since, of course, she was the center of everything.

Kuumia sat down, a pleased look on her face. This was something fun. Something that Could her interest. That is... For a little while. She smiled her usual fake smile, batting her eyes. An image of Xana showed up with every quick blink. He wouldn't like this one bit. But he had gone off to do some errand and left her alone. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

At the same time, the old Kuumia was resurfacing and if this boy wasn't careful he might get chased off with a few claw mars dawn his back.

"I'm Kuumia... Why are you so quick to approach me?" She knew from past experience that is most certainly wasn't safe. Especially since he was dealing with a malicious female.

Maybe she should just leave. This boy already seemed to creep her out. He was to happy... to in her face. Her thoughts were already jumbled, and seeing Xana again after this encounter would only piss him off. She could imagine it now. A bloodbath. And He wouldn't let her have any fun in it. He'd just drag her off. Where was the fun in that? There wasn't.

Then again... She stopped, counted to ten, and smiled. Fake. Thats what she was. She was a fake that wanted to hurt people and to see them in pain. She was one of a kind. Little and quick to make up her mind when it came to fighting or not fighting. Everywhere Kuumia went there was almost always a hit thrown by her.

"Thats nice." She tried to sound somewhat polite. The irritation in her voice easily heard. She had flipped. Changed in a mere second. This boy would have to try hard to impress her.

Kummia threw her head back and laughed. It wasn't a sweet one. It had a feel of darkness. Harsh Malice. Cruel hate. Everything she had longed to be for so long. Her polite disposition changed in a heartbeat. And she took a step forward. Her mellow eyes had changed into a hard stare of disdain. A dark smile appeared on her face and she spoke. Harshly and clearly.

"Oh thank the Gods! Seeing through me so quickly!" There was nothing nice about her. Even on her good days she got so annoyed she left with an 'i hate you.' It's how she worked. How she was programmed. All those lonlyey nights had taken a toll on the previously adorably sweet cheetah. No more would she get stepped on. SHE would do the stepping.

"So, would you like a chase or should I just 'eat' you now?" She always 'ate' what ever she was angry at or about. Her thoughts flashed back to the ugly little leopon she swore she'd literally eat.

There was something about the cheetah that made Kuu twist her face into a disgusted scowl. Every time he opened his stupid little mouth she grew more and more annoyed. Maybe it was that he wasn't scared. He should be scared. He NEEDED to be scared. She'd hurt something without a reason. Just for the pleasure of having her sharp cold claws rip into the soft warm flesh of another living being. It was the rush she needed. It's what kept her alive.

"Yes. EAT YOU." She nearly screamed in his face. She was getting flustered and irritated. "And Of course I'm sure. I'm the queen cheetah around here and I. Do. What. I. WANT."

Honestly she had never been this upset in her life. Her rapid mood swings were never this violent. There was just something about kindness that put an odd taste in her mouth. A bitter taste that made everything worse. It made her whole world go red.

She couldn't keep herself on the ground anymore. So she did the only logical thing she could think of (Well, Logical to her.) and pounced with claws outstretched and a snarl on her face.

It was safe to say that Kuumia was almost done with this pathetic piece of cheetah. He wouldn't fight back and he wouldn't retreat. Kimanda was to proud or just to stupid to run from her sharp personality that matched her teeth and claws.

Kuumia had been is several fights before, but she usually only picked on smaller things. They made her feel more in control and invincible. But this Cheetah, the only one that she had ever honestly been close to an actual fight with, was just like all the younger once she paws had trounced on. He was Pathetic. And to make it worse? He was boring.

"What was it for?" Kuu scoffed. "It was for the sole reason of I don't like you." That much had to be obvious. To her, it only proved the original point of he was stupid. Incredibly stupid. "So say one more thing that I don't like. Do it. You'll be limping out of my sight instead of walking out with you're shattered pride."

Oh? What was that? Was he trying to fight back? She tutted. Kimanda had already shown he was weak and pathetic. She had landed a hit without really trying. But now. It had become a challenge and she was going to run with it and smash his pretty little face into the cold hard dirt. He had picked what would happen, but a part of her wished he had just walked away. A fight with someone her size would be much more difficult than normal.

Kuuma stopped to evaluate her situation. It seemed to her to be a fair fight. Her experience vs his size. This would soon turn into her very first game of wits. "You dare me? Then you've got it." She snarled and spat at him and attempted to get at his throat. No matter what anyone did, they ruined her mood. If they're sweet she was annoyed. If they were rude she was threatened. She was begining to think that no matter what she did, she would always end up with a fight in her claws.

Red Blood. Red Blood. Best friend. Favorite color. The feeling of ripping through fur and flesh. Slicing with ease. She smiled as her ran away from her sharp teeth and claws. It was rewarding knowing that she still had a fighting spirit and a strong will to fight. The one thing she loved more than herself.

She stood, satisfied. Kimanda was running like a frightened hare into the horizon. It was a taste of victory, even if it was by default. It was all the same to her. A win was a win. And a loss had yet to happen. Her ego was inflated.

Kuumia watched him run, waiting for him to get far enough away that she felt comfortable leaving. She might have a fighting spirit, but was far to lazy to go after him and test his cowardice. She hadn't lost once and was not going to let her ignorance ruin that for her.