Ment was crouched down as low to the ground as he could possibly get. He had spotted a young water buffalo that had wandered a little ways from its mother. Most lions would wait to see if it would stray a farter distance, so as to keep them from harms way, but not Ment. He was one of those what do you call it, oh yes, idiots.
He wasn't a idiot in the sense that he was stupid, but he was an idiot in the sense of being a terrible risk taker. He always looked at risky business as a sort of game, and games happened to be one of Ment's favorite activities. Ment's back legs shuffled quickly, side to side, as he readied himself for the launch, taking great care not to brustle his cover too much. With one powerful motion of his skinny looking legs, he was off, chasing down the young buffalo and grabbing hold the best he could, alerting all the surrounding buffalo to the danger.
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He was busy minding his own buisness, something he was happy to finally be doing. He hadnt seen the hunter, as he was too used to seeing death in the Savannah.. He had seen both the hunted, and the hunter both die in some situations.
However, whenever the side of angry water buffalo entered the quiet lands, he paused, lifting his head. Some were looking as if they would charge the beast, though others had long taken off, leaving the calf in the jaws of the male. He smiled, amused at how life worked sometimes.
He wasnt sure if he should approach, but he notice the other did not have a killing hold on the animal. He began walking forward, slowly. His mind trying to assess what he'd say when he actually got close.
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Ment had brought the young beast down and pounced the struggling prey, using the entirety of his strength to keep the young buffalo from thrashing about as he went for the neck to suffocate it. It was a lively buffalo, young, but no baby, and still had quite the bit of fight in it. After several moments of the suffocation hold, the young prey had stopped struggling and the kill was complete. There was nothing like victory during mid-day, he had tried this yesterday on another herd and had gotten run off as the young one had managed to evade him and charge him with its horns. It was a bit embarrising to say the least.
As Ment picked up the prey by its neck and began dragging it towards a shadded area for hsi afternoon meal, Misri was spotted. Ment stopped dragging the kill and simply starred at him, unsure of whether or not Misri was going to attempt to fight him for his kill, something he was not going to tolerate while on an empty stomach, and during such a humid and bright day as it was today. He was hungry, tired, and sweating under his mane, and was determined to keep this kill.
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Misri was not the type to take food from others. If he was hungry, the male ate his fill on his own. However, the buffalo did look tempting, he forced it out of his mind, and just let out a little chuckle.
"What a catch you have there. You are very lucky the other buffalo chose not to fight you."
He responded nonchalantly. Something Misri was good about, was being friendly and being able to talk to most anyone.
"I have not come to stake claim in the kill you have. I have come to commend you on a good little bout of bravery."
He nodded, and sat when he was close enough to speak to the other without yelling.
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Ment dropped the kill from his mouth to the ground, and quickly he went down with itm rolling the kill's shoulder towards him, deciding to start at that end. His ears flexed from back to forth, as if going over the lion's compliment in his head and judging whether or not it reall was one.
"Well I need to eat, after all," He had decided to brush the comment off without giving it much thought and took a bite out of the young buffalo before him. He chewed at the meat for a moment before swallowing and continueing his thought-train, "I wasn't so lucky yesterday. Almost got gored."
Damn this thing reeks, he thought to himself, as he grabbed another bite of the buffalo's exposed meat. The meat was a little tougher than he thhought it'd be and ended up having to tug more than he wanted to pry it from the bone. It didn't matter in the end though, it was food, and he was a very hungry, hungry lion.
"Ever get gored by a buffalo? It's not pleasant."
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He had never really been gored by anything. He'd been kicked, stomped, bitten, and headbutted. But he could not recall actually ever being gored before.
"No, I cant say that I have. Most everything else, though."
He chuckled, and flicked his tail side to side. He watched the other tear into the buffalo, and though it was food, buffalo didnt look tasty. Something about it was very tough, and he wasnt sure it was a favorite among flavors.
"Though I wouldnt imagine it would be a walk in the park. Though youre lucky sometimes, so I imagine thats the good part."
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"Same." He said, chewing on another piece of meat and attmempting to get as little buffalo hair in his mouth as much as possible. That was the one bad part about hunting buffalo, aside from the obvious danger to one's health, the things had so much hair around the better cuts of meat that you ended up hacking up hair balls hours later.
"I've never personally been gored by a buffalo, but I've seen a cheetah get gored and it looks less than inviting. Don't know what happened to the scrawny runner, but I don't think he's still around if you catch my drift."
Ment went silent for a good five minutes, gorging himself on as much as he could possibly ingest. He was sure the scent of the meat was wafting through the air, and hyenas or others cats would surely pick up on it soon enough. He was going to have to eat as much as he could before the unwanted company arrived.
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Misri gave a little interested look, listening intently to the words from the male. So he had personally seen a cheetah be gored? Well that poor skinny fellow. Not much meat on its bones to put up with something like that, he was sure. Shame he died, if he had survived, that would have been the biggest testament of his bravery.
"Well that definitely must have been a sight to behold, thats for sure."
He responded, watching the other eat quickly as he dug into the fur of the buffalo.
Misri was happy his belly was not hungry, because he didnt think that looked very appetizing compared to the soft skin of a gazelle.
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"Many of them are," Ment replied.
Ment's belly was almost packed to the brim with the meat of the buffalo he brang down. He knew he should have waited and gone for a baby after all, it was a shame so much food would go to waste, though he guessed it wouldn't be that much of a waste if another cat or some hyenas got to it once he left it. It was better than the vulchers.
"So," He began, giving Misri a quick glance, "What pack are you from? Or are you just a rogue, like myself?"
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He smiled, thinking about the idea of the pride. He hadnt ever wanted to join one.. In fact, he loathed the idea of a pride. His amber eyes twinkled, and he shook his head, finally responding.
"Im a rogue, a restless..wanderer of sorts."
He responded, watching the other intently.
He guessed it was rude to watch someone so closely..But he was a dangerously curious lion. He liked to watch others, it was a talent of his.
"Who needs a pride.." He scoffed chuckling.
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"I'm joining one," Ment replied, deciding he had his fill of the buffalo and stretching out for a moment, before raising off the ground. A pride. He felt it was a bit whimsical that he was joining one, but at the same time it wasn't exactly as if his joining one barred him from anything.
"It's a pride of wanderers, really. They go out and gather information, because they want to know everything there is to know. I thought it sounded interesting." He replied.
He didn't mind that some people did not like prides, some prides were not exactly nice. He had heard of some who used their own as sacrifices, some who were so violent within their own pride that very rarely were any of their memebers unmarked, and some who treated females as common trading goods. Pride's were certaintly something that one could argue to be warry of, but this one was different, and he could feel it.
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Ment = Red, Misri = Violet
Ment was crouched down as low to the ground as he could possibly get. He had spotted a young water buffalo that had wandered a little ways from its mother. Most lions would wait to see if it would stray a farter distance, so as to keep them from harms way, but not Ment. He was one of those what do you call it, oh yes, idiots.
He wasn't a idiot in the sense that he was stupid, but he was an idiot in the sense of being a terrible risk taker. He always looked at risky business as a sort of game, and games happened to be one of Ment's favorite activities. Ment's back legs shuffled quickly, side to side, as he readied himself for the launch, taking great care not to brustle his cover too much. With one powerful motion of his skinny looking legs, he was off, chasing down the young buffalo and grabbing hold the best he could, alerting all the surrounding buffalo to the danger.
----
He was busy minding his own buisness, something he was happy to finally be doing. He hadnt seen the hunter, as he was too used to seeing death in the Savannah.. He had seen both the hunted, and the hunter both die in some situations.
However, whenever the side of angry water buffalo entered the quiet lands, he paused, lifting his head. Some were looking as if they would charge the beast, though others had long taken off, leaving the calf in the jaws of the male. He smiled, amused at how life worked sometimes.
He wasnt sure if he should approach, but he notice the other did not have a killing hold on the animal. He began walking forward, slowly. His mind trying to assess what he'd say when he actually got close.
----
Ment had brought the young beast down and pounced the struggling prey, using the entirety of his strength to keep the young buffalo from thrashing about as he went for the neck to suffocate it. It was a lively buffalo, young, but no baby, and still had quite the bit of fight in it. After several moments of the suffocation hold, the young prey had stopped struggling and the kill was complete. There was nothing like victory during mid-day, he had tried this yesterday on another herd and had gotten run off as the young one had managed to evade him and charge him with its horns. It was a bit embarrising to say the least.
As Ment picked up the prey by its neck and began dragging it towards a shadded area for hsi afternoon meal, Misri was spotted. Ment stopped dragging the kill and simply starred at him, unsure of whether or not Misri was going to attempt to fight him for his kill, something he was not going to tolerate while on an empty stomach, and during such a humid and bright day as it was today. He was hungry, tired, and sweating under his mane, and was determined to keep this kill.
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Misri was not the type to take food from others. If he was hungry, the male ate his fill on his own. However, the buffalo did look tempting, he forced it out of his mind, and just let out a little chuckle.
"What a catch you have there. You are very lucky the other buffalo chose not to fight you."
He responded nonchalantly. Something Misri was good about, was being friendly and being able to talk to most anyone.
"I have not come to stake claim in the kill you have. I have come to commend you on a good little bout of bravery."
He nodded, and sat when he was close enough to speak to the other without yelling.
----
Ment dropped the kill from his mouth to the ground, and quickly he went down with itm rolling the kill's shoulder towards him, deciding to start at that end. His ears flexed from back to forth, as if going over the lion's compliment in his head and judging whether or not it reall was one.
"Well I need to eat, after all," He had decided to brush the comment off without giving it much thought and took a bite out of the young buffalo before him. He chewed at the meat for a moment before swallowing and continueing his thought-train, "I wasn't so lucky yesterday. Almost got gored."
Damn this thing reeks, he thought to himself, as he grabbed another bite of the buffalo's exposed meat. The meat was a little tougher than he thhought it'd be and ended up having to tug more than he wanted to pry it from the bone. It didn't matter in the end though, it was food, and he was a very hungry, hungry lion.
"Ever get gored by a buffalo? It's not pleasant."
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He had never really been gored by anything. He'd been kicked, stomped, bitten, and headbutted. But he could not recall actually ever being gored before.
"No, I cant say that I have. Most everything else, though."
He chuckled, and flicked his tail side to side. He watched the other tear into the buffalo, and though it was food, buffalo didnt look tasty. Something about it was very tough, and he wasnt sure it was a favorite among flavors.
"Though I wouldnt imagine it would be a walk in the park. Though youre lucky sometimes, so I imagine thats the good part."
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"Same." He said, chewing on another piece of meat and attmempting to get as little buffalo hair in his mouth as much as possible. That was the one bad part about hunting buffalo, aside from the obvious danger to one's health, the things had so much hair around the better cuts of meat that you ended up hacking up hair balls hours later.
"I've never personally been gored by a buffalo, but I've seen a cheetah get gored and it looks less than inviting. Don't know what happened to the scrawny runner, but I don't think he's still around if you catch my drift."
Ment went silent for a good five minutes, gorging himself on as much as he could possibly ingest. He was sure the scent of the meat was wafting through the air, and hyenas or others cats would surely pick up on it soon enough. He was going to have to eat as much as he could before the unwanted company arrived.
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Misri gave a little interested look, listening intently to the words from the male. So he had personally seen a cheetah be gored? Well that poor skinny fellow. Not much meat on its bones to put up with something like that, he was sure. Shame he died, if he had survived, that would have been the biggest testament of his bravery.
"Well that definitely must have been a sight to behold, thats for sure."
He responded, watching the other eat quickly as he dug into the fur of the buffalo.
Misri was happy his belly was not hungry, because he didnt think that looked very appetizing compared to the soft skin of a gazelle.
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"Many of them are," Ment replied.
Ment's belly was almost packed to the brim with the meat of the buffalo he brang down. He knew he should have waited and gone for a baby after all, it was a shame so much food would go to waste, though he guessed it wouldn't be that much of a waste if another cat or some hyenas got to it once he left it. It was better than the vulchers.
"So," He began, giving Misri a quick glance, "What pack are you from? Or are you just a rogue, like myself?"
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He smiled, thinking about the idea of the pride. He hadnt ever wanted to join one.. In fact, he loathed the idea of a pride. His amber eyes twinkled, and he shook his head, finally responding.
"Im a rogue, a restless..wanderer of sorts."
He responded, watching the other intently.
He guessed it was rude to watch someone so closely..But he was a dangerously curious lion. He liked to watch others, it was a talent of his.
"Who needs a pride.." He scoffed chuckling.
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"I'm joining one," Ment replied, deciding he had his fill of the buffalo and stretching out for a moment, before raising off the ground. A pride. He felt it was a bit whimsical that he was joining one, but at the same time it wasn't exactly as if his joining one barred him from anything.
"It's a pride of wanderers, really. They go out and gather information, because they want to know everything there is to know. I thought it sounded interesting." He replied.
He didn't mind that some people did not like prides, some prides were not exactly nice. He had heard of some who used their own as sacrifices, some who were so violent within their own pride that very rarely were any of their memebers unmarked, and some who treated females as common trading goods. Pride's were certaintly something that one could argue to be warry of, but this one was different, and he could feel it.
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He nodded, giving a yawn as the other stood up. The other males feast was over, and he should probably head on for the day. He wasnt sure if he would run into the male again..But then again.. Who knew.
"Good luck to you then! My friend." He responded, adding the last part as a sort of..goodbye token. He hated leaving so soon from people he met, but he was tired. A den before dark would be a good thing to find.
"If you dont mind, Id better be going. Its been a long day, and I have to find somewhere safe before nightfall. But your conversation was enjoyed!"
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Ment gave a nod to Misri, understanding whole heartidly the perils of not finding a safe place to sleep before night-fall hit. Hyenas were plentiful during those times, and had no qualms about attacking a full grown lion without any provocation. He felt he should take his leave as well, considering how late it was getting.
"Good luck to you as well," Ment replied," I hope you find even more enojyable conversations in the future!" Giving his parting words to the lion before him, wandering off himself to look for a place to house himself for the evening. Perhaps one day, the two might meet again.
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