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 Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 8:51 am
Calypso haunted the outskirts of the dens, slipping into an empty one and nosing about the edges before slipping out again, sliding along the edge of the rock face till she found another empty one. She moved furtively, her eyes darting back and forth, her head held low and her ears back. What she was doing, she couldn't really say, but it the sneaking motions came naturally to her now, after a childhood and adolescence spent practicing it. After all, when you were the heir in a pride taken over by hostile males, it was good to be inconspicuous, to be out of sight. When she encountered a den that was occupied, the adolescent darted past it and continued on, always ducking into the shadows whenever she saw anyone pace by, even females. You could never be sure who sided with the males... there were cubs running around born of them, and who could say which females were unwilling and which had adapted to life in bondage? Better to just avoid them all... Calypso's goal, if she'd been aware enough to notice, was the tree she used for sleeping in, at the other end of the dens and across the river. She'd spent an uneasy night in an old den, one that felt familiar to her, yet was unoccupied now. She paused when she felt water on her forepaw, bending low for a moment to snatch a quick drink before jumping to the stones that served as a bridge from one side to the other, for those not large or strong enough to swim.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 9:26 am
In the river, he moved past a large rock, dipping under the currents before rising up and moving past a large, dipping branch as he made his way over to a rock where his mask rested. As he pulled himself up, he looked out to see a suspicious female moving over the rocks. Interest perked, he dipped down to push on his mask once more and then shook off. Still dripping, he stepped onto another rock, and then another, working his way to stop the female just for sport. “Out for a swim?” He asked, looking her over. Her body said she was nimble, and he wondered who had claimed her.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:58 am
The dark young female froze where she poised on the rock, hearing a voice too deep to belong to one of the pride. She didn't consider the hated males to be part of the pride, her pride, and to hear the voice of one... it was like claws raked down her spine and she had to suppress the snarl that wanted to spring onto her face.
"No... I wasn't swimming." She said, though she kept her voice soft. Calypso might be angry, sullen, and hateful... but she wasn't stupid. She didn't care to get beaten for insolence, like she'd seen happen to some of the other females.
She widened her dark gold eyes and stared at his chest with a vague, strange look, a touch of something odd in it.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 8:54 am
Soro enjoyed obedience, but he loved repressed anger even more. To see fire in someone's eyes on tightly held reigns made him giddy, and he felt a swell of power from it. While he may not have ownership of her, he knew he was above her. The fact she acknowledged this or at least saw him as a danger improved his already happy mood, something rare for him when around a pride of females. Their gender alone rubbed him the wrong way.
“Then what are you doing?” He asked, started to move around his rock and making his way to move around her. He didn’t bother to shake off better, instead letting water drip of his crimson fur and dark mane. When taking a swim, he never dried off immediately, instead resting somewhere where he’d usually be in a puddle. It was a miracle he didn’t catch a cold and die, as he didn’t rest in the sun but in the shade, something that aggravated Lore, the female he took as his own, to no ends.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:57 pm
"Crossing the river." Calypso said, her voice strained and her words clipped. She didn't like the way he was pacing around her, or the way he dripped with water from the river... THEIR river... It grated on her, that he should be here were the land was supposed to be sacred to females, protected and safe.
She dropped her eyes to the water and scowled at it, feeling something burning in the back of her head, like an itch in her mind. She waited for him to move far enough away before reaching slowly for the next rock, easing herself over to it with motions intended not to startle or draw interest. She didn't want him to pay attention to her movements, but at least he hadn't told her to stop or stay where she was. Just a bit farther, and he'd have to swim to reach her, or scramble on the rocks behind her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:14 pm
He didn’t appreciate her trying to dodge his questioning, but he wasn’t about to outright say it. No, he could play, too. The women here had grown stubborn and insolent to males, thinking they were above them and in no way felt obliged to follow their commands. They were spoiled to their rotten cores, and their very presence made him flex his claws on the rocks.
A hard laugh rang quickly out from the lion behind the mask, and stopped with a snap of his teeth. “Oh, that’s cute. I guess I wasn’t being specific enough or you’re just as simple as you look. WHAT, then, are you going to do after you cross the river? I don’t think you’re stupid enough to just have made your plans to just that point. Crossing a river means you have someplace to go. Someplace to be that isn’t in the dens like you should be.” Soro moved alongside her, matching her step for step, even mocking her slow movements with his own, but keeping his eyes and curling grin directed at her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 7:15 am
The dark adolescent tucked her tail between her legs as she slunk to the next rock, hunching into herself when she could. She burned with a sense of hate for this male for taking notice of her and interrupting what was supposed to be her temporary escape. She hated all his kind for being what they were and for what they had done, but she hated him right now most of all for being her personal tormentor.
"I am... going to find some herbs." She lied, trying to come up with a plausible reason for her to be doing what she was doing, one that would allow her to keep going, but wouldn't draw undue attention to it. "I'm helping Nafsiari." There, that sounded ok. Hopefully, if asked, the female mentioned would even lie and bolster her story.
Water rushed by around the rocks she stood on, dangerously seductive as it flowed and tugged, burbling sweetly.
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