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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 10:16 pm
Black paws slowly spread out as he took steps, claws pricking softly into the soil, though he didn't need them. It was how he walked, always ready to sink them into the ground to propel himself forward at the moment something happened to force him to do so.
Speed was his ally, not strength, though he had both in excess of need.
"Survive... that's a good name to have. It'll do good. That's all we can do anyway." For a moment Inzondo's rose eyes seemed to stare off into the distance, lost as they peered over the savannah.
Hunting... that would be strange. He wasn't ready for it initially, however he would show this female that a male could hunt better than her. Even if she tried to mock him for hunting the way he did.
"Why not? It could be interesting to see how a female hunts."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 6:37 am
Pona was always ready for hunting that was her body was made for anyway. She had had 3 more mouths to feed before as well so she knew how it could be not just hunting once a day but maybe 2 or 3 times a day...specially if the prays was small. But how could a male understand that?
Pona didn't really have any good experience either family or with males. Her first family abandoned her and many things didn't go as she had hoped until she came to the pridelands. But the first time she had come to this lands she was pragnent and had to raise them all 3 by herself not an easy task. Next time that would happen she would make sure to bring the father into the picture she would not make the same mistake twice even if he wanted to be the father or not.
Pona lead the male to some good hunting grounds and it didn't take long before she spotted a zebra from the tall grass she was getting a good view from..
If it just would come a little bit closer then it would almost walk into her mouth..
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