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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:23 pm
 This land... this land of the hot sun and golden earth, such a violent and crude place. So very unlike his dearest homeland. Never again would the white wind see it. The rolling green land, the towering mountain where was said to live the guardians of the rivers, seas, and sky. Never again was he to lay at the feet of his beloved master upon a pillow of satin, his coat groomed by the gentle hands of the master's servants, his belly filled with the fine cooked meat caught by his own claws but treated in the flames of man. Never again would he wake in the land of the rising sun with his brothers and sisters, courses like he had been once, fine beasts raised by the royalty of exotic lands.
He'd been brought here in his youth, saddled so finely that even the woman under the emperor had grown jealous of him. The coursing harness was a fine crimson red to match his own coat, velvet against his back and shoulders, under his arms and belly. Golden dragons of the orient holding fine blue gems in their five-toed claws (a sign of a posession of royalty) wove their way around the rim of the harness and to the jewled collar around the former courser's neck. He had been seperated during the great hunt, having been so excited to hunt in the land accross the sea... though the cheetah suspected the two coursers that had come with him, Huan Xao and Lin Chin - both having been jealous of their brother's favor for his 'lucky' pelt - he couldn't find it in himself to accuse them in his heart without truely knowing.
For now... this land was his home. The strange lions of the underground had taken him in when he had been chaised from his newly established range by the strange dog-beasts of this land, seperated from his pregnant mate and his children to be...such fine creatures they must be by now.
He loped along the golden landscape, head held high and feet lifted up into a fanciful prancing stride. He was not without purpose in his haste. A murder upon the Pride lands, the land where his queen had once called home. His scouting mission had another purpose, to propose an allyance with the king... and while the cheetah had indeed found the king, it was too late to have done any good to his cause. He had no loyalty to the golden king or he might have lost his life trying to defend it, his oath was to his new emperor, the king of the shadow world.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:12 pm
Lounging in the shade of a solitary tree, Makadara waited out the heat of the early afternoon, having long ago discovered it far easier to hunt at night, what with his dark pelt. It was in this frame of mind that he caught sight of the dramatic-looking red-and-white cheetah as he loped across the dusty landscape. It was almost comical, to a lion who had been on his own for so long, and so thought very practically, to see how the picked up his feet--as if he were trying to impress someone, out here in the middle of no-man's land.
As he drew nearer, the lean male got to his feet, one dark ear cocked forward as he waited for the other to come within speaking distance. There had been a time, and in fact, for most of his travels, he'd avoided contact with others, choosing to live his life as an observer of others, rather than interacting directly...however, after his time spent with Ciyari, he'd found himself more prone to the occasional infrequent contact with others--a skill he'd nearly lost, in the time since he'd struck out on his own, seemingly a lifetime ago.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:26 pm
Bai Feng kept his eyes forward as he loped his way along, a decent pace though not an out-right run. Dispite the distance, he was making good time. It would take a few more days yet, he'd taken the shortcuts through the underground when convieniant, sprinted over the overworld when it was the shorter route, and took very little time to rest. He had an oath, a binding word to a ruler. Rest, food, drink... it was all after his duty.
He came to a sharp stop as a blotch of black came into his vision, it might strike the stranger slightly odd at how suddenly he stopped, how almost practiced it seemed. A dead stop, and a posed one at that. His long tail curled behind him towards the tip, a single paw was raised, and his proud head lifted up as a pair of pale blue eyes looked the black one dead-on.
A mistweaver? No... he did not appear like the others, not the true ones. Perhaps an invador? A rogue? A friend or foe- it was hard to tell. "I have no quarrel with you good traveler if you've none with me." He called out.
His accent... yes he had one. It was very forgien. He spoke "L's" strangely, almost slurred but the rest of his words were sharp, spoken shortly and strongly. In Africa, the chinese accent would be as strange as say a glowing zebra, many took the cheetah for a fool, one that might have gone mad from the bright sun in his sensitive eyes or burning through his pale coat.
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