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 Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 5:46 pm
 Nafsi gave a small sway of her hips as she walked, a small hare following her closely. She small thing was slowly regaining fur upon his back, ad a crude bandage was tied it around its paw.
They both walked with a limp, singing to a simple tune with the accompanied sway. Nafsiumiza could simply laugh. The hare and the lioness were an odd, bandaged couple, but she wouldn't let any harm come to small hare.
He survived all her torture and would shudder pleasantly under her touch. "You seem to be tiring, Jana," Nafsi said softly to the limping creature. "Are you alright?"
Normally, she was unconcerned for pain, but she had taken the hare as one of her own cubs. A companion while her mate and master wandered and mingled with other woman.
"I'll be fine," The creature told her with a smile. He wasn't allowed to wander, but Nafsi kept him safe and warm. "We're almost there anyhow," She gave a small smile, thusly coming upon her tree-den.
"You stay here while I hunt, Jana," Nafsi told him in a soft whisper. He didn't have to be told twice, diving into a burrow guarded by thick roots and shrubs.
With a yawn and a stretch, Nafsi limped off - she had to feed her family after all. Slowly and blissly painful, she skirted lands that had been recently infested with large preybeasts.
Perhaps her hunt today would be good.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 8:54 am
 Angra was having a calm day, he had just finished cleaning his pelt in a nearby watering hole then stroked it dry with his tongue, he was fed, having eaten a couple small fawns and a few baby rabbits that were led astray by some veggies he'd scooped up while the mom was away. "They should have known better then to follow strangers with yummies!" He laughed horribly at his childish pun and moved on from the 'slaughter house', just outside of the den he left the mum a little present for when she got back. He never was to fond of rabbits heads and took it upon himself to block the entrance with the ones from the eaten body, along with pelts and blood pools.
The crime scene far behind him now he was still on the hunt, he'd smelled some lions near by earlier and wasn't to fond of running into them, he'd already had issues with a pride and it's young son of a leader. He grumbled about that encounter his memory crisp of the going ons, "What a match though." He sighed softly and then became more aggressively similar to a stone person.
Not long after he spotted a cream colored female. She was wearing strange wrappings and and was limping sorely, but wore a bright smile while doing this. his mind twisted and he smirked, such a prey to behold. He hadn't had lion in a while.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 11:19 am
A tan ear flicked, footsteps? She wasn't far enough out of her own area to come into a lion pride. The steps were heavy like a large cat - too large to be that of a dog, too soft to be a hooved animal. She wanted to ignore it, and go about with her hunt.
Curiosity killed the cat and all that rot. She turned her focus back to the lands and looked over the horizon. A heart of Impala weren't that far off.
But, she was curious... She frowned at her childish mind - she was a mother, and her babies still needed her. They were all only learning how to hunt after losing their milking teeth.
And she had young ones again from the ones Mauja brought back with him. She took a deep breath, shaking her head and turning.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 8:00 am
Angra eye balled the female, she appeared to look for him for a moment, think twice, then turn and then again. She was as curious as they came it seemed, for a grown lioness that could mean bad things, but hey! Angra could use some of that ignorants meat. He didn't take a moment to pause before sliding free into the wide bland lands. She was just before him, not close enough to leap at and successfully down, but near enough that if she didn't notice him he'd have to kill her before her stupidity did.
His muscles twitched in waiting, he would not strike if she did not look. He had his ways of dealing with things and he preferred seeing the look on his preys faces as he attacked.
He would never be prepared for this twisted females joy in pain. He was very much unaware. As ignorant as she was in his eyes!
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:30 pm
Nafsi's ears flicked to the side, hearing the footsteps come to a halt, she searched for the thing that would try to sneak up on her. And that's when the figured jumped at her. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she was at a loss of what to do.
She could attack back, but that often would make predators back off. She could run, make it into a chase, but the lion might be lazy and not persue.
So she stood there, wide eyed, waiting for the wonderful pain to his her like a rock - pain that she loved so much. Getting attacked was so much easier to explain then scraping her body against sharp rocks to feel the small trickle of sensation.
So she just watched, a picture of mock horror on her face.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 7:27 am
Angra was bewildered as his large body landed a crushing blow on top of her, her face.. that horror was not real, he knew real fear when he saw it and that was not real. This made him feel more inclined to 'slap' her in the side of the head, the blunt force enough to hurt badly, but not to kill, his claws out made for a minor, but nasty mess.
"Well lioness.. explain your face." He whispered softly to her ear, tone growly, but a smile on his face the entire time. He'd enjoy this one if she worked with him, just for a fight Angra had his other to take care of him in other ways now.
"Well? I don't hear you speaking yet!" He growled louder and began staring her in the eye's, his cold, crystal blue versus her yellow-green.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:05 am
Nafsi gave a small gasp at the pain that he inflicted with the crushing blow. Not many had gone for a bone route, crushing her instead of biting or clawing at her scarred up body.
"My face?" She lifted up the a muzzle that had been bitten before, scarred and, in her opinion, quite pretty. She enjoyed when people marked her canvas. She could display their artwork to the world that way. She figured that wouldn't be what he was talking about.
"I was mocking you, silly man," She tisk'd lightly, like berating one of her children for doing something they weren't supposed to. Normally she wouldn't even let a male lion touch her beautiful canvas, but this would prove to be... interesting, at least. Women Artists were so much better, like the lovely Giza who wanted to take her home. She had provided some beautifully everlasting pain to her.
So she stared back, challenging ability as a master or someone able to provide apt pain for someone such as herself. She didn't blink and kept a cocky grin on her maw.
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