Username: White Neko Chan Your Saber: Snow Leopard Saber Female Saber's Name: Kiri-Nyaga ["Kiri": "Mountain" + "Nyaga": "White" (snow).] Saber's temper: Curious Saber's Story:
Kiri-Nyaga never thought that she would be chosen to be a leader til that one fateful night.
Vicious snarls and growls could be heard through out the various clashes between herds of prehistoric soquils. Some say that the battles were over territory.. A few say it was over a kill that someone had stole. Another say someone had hurt one of the herd members just for the hell of it. Night and Day, the battles had continue its hellish missions. Slowly one by one, they would fall..
That is when Kiri had enough of it as she had lost her own family as a very young filly. She had to learn how to survive without any help whatsoever. This caused her to become very closed off, not wanting anyone close to her heart as well as having low self-esteem. She glanced towards the battles then towards the injured ones. She flattened her ears while her teeth was bared slightly. ".. How can I even stop this?... Just how?" She shook her head, moving towards the battles. ".. Stop." She whispered. Some looked at her as if she was nothing to them. One of the other sabers noticed her. "Kiri.. Go! You'd only get hurt here." Kiri stood there like a rock as she bared her teeth even more. "NO!" One of the prehistoric soqs had brought its foot towards her to get rid of her.
Kiri snarled loudly, wondering where she was getting the strenght from. "For my whole life.. I have been picked on and beaten. For what? For nothing. For simple petty accusations of me stealing food.. territories when I have done nothing." She used her body to push back the prehistoric. "For years, all of you have been doing this to each other. The humans have killed us for skin.. for meat.. even our bones." She stomped as she spoke each words. "There is already so few of us and so many of humans. Why keep battling each other when we could help each other survive?" Another prehistoric soquili snarled. "It has always been like this, snowcat. It is the way of life." Kiri snarled viciously right back at them. "And when all of us are killed, then what will you do, hmm? You would have nothing to gain from this." The sabers started to move to stand behind her at that point, bloodied from the battles. "Time is not our friend if we keep doing this!"
Kiri turned to glance at the Sabers then at the prehistoric, "Look at your injured loved ones. Do you really want to risk it all and lose them from your memories.. from your heart.. from everything? I think not. Stop this foolish battle and start helping each other. We are one and the same. We are all trying to survive in this insane world." The prehistoric soquilis looked towards the injured then at her, slowly stopped. Loud human yells could be heard in the distants. It was calls for battles and death. Kiri looked towards where the sounds were coming from. "...Hear that? That can be our death coming towards us. Do we want this?" Both Sabers and Prehistorics murmurs among each others. Soon, the blood disappeared through the rain that had started to fall. Kiri slowly stepped in front of them, facing the directions of the humans. It was an unison decision among the group that they would make her their leader no matter how soft spoken she is from time to time. A heart of gold is what she is...
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 1:38 am
VOIDING! Won a Soq in the Cave Paintings so remove me unless there is a surprise familiar!
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: The Cheryl Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Derrick Saber's temper: Tentative Saber's Story: Derrick didn’t have a clue about what he was doing. He could taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, every heave of his chest, and the silence ran still and heavy through the air. The pack was watching him, stunned in silence as Derrick stood over the body of the previous alpha, Derrick’s thick foreclaw pinning the limp wrist down uselessly now. The once-alpha’s throat was ripped open, its warm blood running down the rapidly cooling body and splattered gruesomely over Derrick’s muzzle.
This wasn’t what was meant to happen, he thought. This was not part of The Plan.
His sister had been the one to issue the Challenge—the one who would have rather challenged and lost then be forced to be the once-alpha’s mate. She had done well at first, her claws digging into flesh and tearing open new wounds. She was small and quick, and used her nimbleness to her advantage, but the once-alpha had years more experience in battle, knew how to trap the other in their own game. Derrick had seen the once-alpha looming over her thrown, battered body, his mouth open in a snarl and teeth closing in on her neck—
Derrick had never meant to be a leader. He had always been the little brother, the one to be protected, even as he had grown and packed on muscle that easily outstripped the strength of his elder sister and most members of the pack. He had no natural charisma, no warrior fire in his blood that made others look toward him for answers. He was usually hunched in the back, head down and back hunched and following, following, always following.
Derrick looked back down at the limp body below him, finally taking a step back, his paws tracking in the pool of blood and leaving garish red footprints in his wake. The pack was watching, and he could see the start of tittering in the background, the speculative glance shared between those still loyal to the once-alpha. He could feel the potential for a Challenge for the new, untested and seemingly weak new-alpha. He licked his chops, wiping the blood of the dead off his lips, hyper aware of how savage he looked at the moment.
He caught the eye of his sister, who lay stunned on the sidelines, not having moved from where she had been thrown. Her back leg was badly mauled, flesh and bone protruding from the normally thick layer of fur. She stared back at him, her breathing labored from the pain, and gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod. The pack was watching.
The pack was watching, and if he lost a Challenge, it was not only his life that would be taken but his sister's as well.
This was not The Plan, but Derrick would have to make it so. He pushed back the confusion, the turmoil deep into him, and steeled himself to the watching pack, his muscles coiled tense. He was not meant to be a leader. He was not meant to be the alpha.
Username: S u r f for L o v e Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon, Saber's Name: Ryker StormStalker Saber's temper:Compassionate Saber's Story: He grew up in a massive pride, it was strong with plentiful food and protection, he was able to grow much larger than many of his fellow cubs, and soon even larger than many of the adults. The coo happened so unexpectedly that only a portion of their massive herd survived. Knaow, An insane and large dark coated saber, had managed to amass a following, they were the crazed, and power hungry. The ones who always felt they somehow deserved ‘more’ then others. with their help, he slaughtered many, including the alphas, while taking hold of the pride with sick and twisted paws.
Ry spent years quietly protecting as many as he could from the wrath of Knaow, who enjoyed hunting the cubs and elderly of his own just as much, if not more, then hunting their food sources. Any who grew slow, or sickly were wiped out; until only a pawful of sabers remained, hardly remembering that things had not always been so dire. It was to the point where most had more skin on them then meat. Only being allowed to eat rarely and only the scraps left on the bones. If they tried to leave they would be hunted down, and torn apart in front of the rest.
The one thing that worked in Ryker’s favor during these dark years was Kanow’s absolute fear of storms. During one he would hole up in the main cave system near their home, trusting his minions to keep order. As the worst parts of the storms would pound Ry would slip away, he would hunt alone using his massive stature to his advantage. He did this for several years, growing stronger, silently letting his anger simmer. Under Kanow’s suffocating rule they had dwindled down to one mother who had struggled to birth just two, both very small offspring. Ry helped hide her away from the rest of the herd while a storm blasted. She was so weak, ribs showing through fur that probably could have been beautiful.
He watched helplessly as she shook, breathing short raspy gasps as she let her gaze slip to Ryker’s bright golden orbs. Words never left her muzzle, but her eye’s spoke thousands of terrified thoughts as her heart beat slow to his sharp ears. He watched with a torrent of anger and sorrow as her shaking slowly stopped, and her eye’s lost their light. She had given everything to birth. His own breathing was hard as his nose twitched against the scent of death, something he had sadly become all too familiar with.
Ryker’s soul lit with a raging fury, his ears jerking different directions as he heard their voices, the only voices in the cave, His eyes glowed like a flame as lightning struck nearby. He quickly covered the two small baskets with dried grass heartbroken over watching one of the youngest females they had, give birth and die in front of him. His gaze lingered on hers, thoughts working overtime as he made his choice, He was done watching his pride suffer. Even if it killed him, He would take this no more! Rain splattered her dirty fur, and he nodded to himself before silently slipping into the darkness.
Kanow’s followers fell to Rykers fangs, left like garbage on the ground, He was on a hunt. His prey his prides nightmares. In total, six died to his quiet rage. His massive body easily overpowered their lazy fat fluffy hides, startled gasps were the Herds only warning of his strikes. Ears were flicking in every direction as all of his pride tried to listen to the commotion, while silently hoping, wishing that the final act, the crescendo; would end in their freedom from Kanow. As the pride grew more anxious Kanow began to catch on to the absolutely deafening silence. No one was moving, hardly even breathing. Hard as it was to focus and distinguish anything with the storm so close to him, the hairs on his neck pricked up.
Moments passed, and still silence. Just as another flash of lightening lit up the cave, Ryker lept. They rolled and clawed, hissed and slashed. Fangs clashed and fur tore as the fight slipped outside into the rain. Their snarls lasted a lifetime to the rest of the herd, all too afraid to even step a paw in that direction. Finally silence, ears went back as they all strained to hear nothing but rain and thunder. Slowly Ryker reentered most of the prides line of sight. “I-Is he dead?” a unknown voice whispered out, almost too soft to hear out of fear. “We are free.” Ry spoke back, “We are free…” he repeated before lowering himself to rest. From that night forward, Ryker became known as StormStalker, Alpha of the Sky-Tears Pride.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 3:43 pm
Won in another game, no longer able to win in this one.
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Username: Kesmi Your Saber: SaberTooth Female Saber's Name: Carona Saber's temper: Brave Saber's Story: Carona was never the one to take up the stand of leader. No she had been the runt in every means from the day of her birth. She had watched the rise and fall of many leaders to her pack, her family, now it was her time. The last of her siblings, her brothers falling to the jaws of others or to even the claws of their own. Strong they all had been but weak they had been also. Now Carona stood on an over hang watching those under her paw sleep the night dreaming of better days. The hunt had not gone well that day and she too was feeling the pains that coursed through them all, hunger. Something had to be changed of she too would lose those she cared for the most.
Turning her gaze towards the starlit sky overhead, she waited for the horizons to brighten, her thoughts reaching out to her elders for guidance. She was no leader, but she had to be, no matter what happened. She had to lead her pack south, out of the ice lands and to where the Mammoth had gone. She had seen their fading trail and it grew fainter every day.
"Please, elders of my past. Guild me on this task." Carona muttered as the first rays of light stretched out over the blackness. "Let this day feed my family."
Looking away from the skies, the golden colored cat looked back down upon the shrinking numbers. Kits suckled at their mother as much as they could before there was little to take. Carona feared they would lose the little ones if a kill wasn't made. worse the mother would fall. Leaping from her perch where she had guarded them throughout the night, the saber mare walked through those of her pack and greeted. Nudging the kits as they came to try and play. These were the happy moments she lived for and strived to protect.
"Come my brothers" Carona said as the males started to rise, the females gathered around to hear as well. "My sisters, today we hunt again."
''Do you think we can find something today?" Asked one of the mares. "Yes, I believe that we can." Carona answered as she headed towards the fading trail. "As we continue this path, we will catch up and take what we need."
There was looks of doubt in the pack. Looks that Carona knew weren't miss placed. there had many failed tries and everyone was becoming weaker and soon some would be passing into the realms of their fathers'. She had to keep them going, no matter the hardships. Keep the spirits high when things were their bleakest. NO! She would not make the same mistakes that those before her made. She would do things the right way for the pack!
"Come my friends, my family, my kin. Today we shall find reason to keep our spirits raised high." Carona chimed loudly over the others who were muttering amongst themselves.
With their attention back towards her, she headed towards the trail and stated following. Others seemed apprehensive of following. The two youngest, with their faces full of play and mischief darted out after their alpha. Stopping a moment she listened to the laughter of the youngsters before her own rang out. The air in the dawn, tense as it had been started to lighten as the others came following. Some slower then others, but the group were a family. Carona looked back with a grin over her own sabers.
Shure she was not the typical leader, one who rule with an iron paw an stomped out brightens. But she was herself and that was all that really mattered. She would lead her pack south to the better hunting grounds. Where they would have what they needed for generations to come. Even if she had to carry someone to get them there..
Username: krusnik05 Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Ardeshir Saber's temper: Charismatic Saber's Story: Ardeshir stood on a large boulder that had a flat, smooth surface that over looked the world below of wild plains and tall grasses. Lifting his head up to the breeze he took in the variety of scents including that of potential prey that were around this area somewhere; though it was faint. Shaking his head with his gold eyes sharpening in anticipation, Ardeshir moved off the large boulder onto the soft grass as he trotted over the golden-green land inspecting every inch that he could. So far the land had healthy grass that would be to his advantage and that of his pack for grass-eating prey.
Off to where he had stood, the hill had boulders and rocks that could hide them when they gathered for their hunt and off to his side there were trees useful for cover. They would have to ensure that their territory would be patrolled to ward off other uninvited guests but he knew that with the strengths of his pack and its future in their offspring they would be able to protect what would soon belong to them forever. Yet as the large pack leader stood there a herd of grass-eaters came across from the other end of the plains not noticing him at first. Seeing the potential prey for the first time he saw that they were a healthy herd as well that would feed his small pack.
They were small at first but Ardeshir rather liked it that way especially when they were gathered together from different life paths to become one pack. Ardeshir had no recollection of his parents only that he wandered through this world surviving. He didn’t turn out to be a bad male only one that cared about having a place to call home and doing everything possible to achieve that. With each passing year of his life, Ardeshir had met the members of his pack, either through some misfortune his member had faced or by chance. He convinced them that they as a pack could make a home and that he would lead them to do such a thing, showing each member that he cared but was still fierce and determined for them all to survive to never have to be alone again.
Ardeshir even convinced his second in command who came off with distrust at first but fell for the words and passion that were behind them about all the great things they could accomplish. Yet the first step to that great achievement as a pack would be to secure territory that would benefit them in security, food supply and growth for any future offspring.
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 6:53 pm
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: Seleena Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Arden Saber's temper: Proud Saber's Story: A strange scent was blowing from the southern end of the valley, Ardens sensitive nostrils picked up the danger instantly.
With hurried steps the golden stallion rustled the band together and moved them to the safety of the treeline before stepping back out and following his instincts to protect his herd, moved towards the over powering stench. Every muscle in his body on high alert as he stealthily moved through the long grass making not a sound, It was the wind in his favor today, the stallion named after the great forests that protected his family for hundreds of generations.
As he moved crouching down onto the rise before him and peered over the edge, there before him lay an unfortunate victim to a ghastly attack, the smell of danger moving away into the distance. One look and he knew it was to late to help. With a heavy heart and the smell of danger now a memory he moved hastily back to the herd in which he was the heart. Respected and loved for the known fact that he would go above and beyond and protect with his own life.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 7:27 pm
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Username: Caitlyn Hellstorm, Your Saber: SaberTooth Female Saber's Name: Jua Kalisha (meaning- Sun sorceress) Saber's temper: Insidious Saber's Story: Ever since this young female became an adult, she have been carefully ocesterating the death of the pack leaders (who just happened to be her parents) without arousing suspicion from them. She acted like she's their golden child, the favored one out of the siblings and she used that to her advantage, getting things she needed included the support of others and power came to her gradually without her parents noticing.
As the loud roar coming from the large male, announcing the day of hunt before he bumps muzzles with his favorite daughter Jua Kalisha not knowing it will be his last day to walk across his kingdom and the pack set out to hunt down a mammoth. Her golden body blends into the tall yellowish grass while her muscles ripples, her golden eyes glints with malicious intent while they connects with each of her conspirators' eyes silently sending them signals to go to their assigned ambush spots. The bodies starts to melt away into the hiding while the large leader and his mate herds the mammoth toward the rocky area where it couldn't escape. "Now!!" The mate roars the words out but nobody sprang into the action to dispatch the prey. After few terse heartbeats, the mammoth's eyes starts to show white while he charges toward the pair who were forced to leap side or they would be trampled. As the mammoth fled for his life, the pack leader and mate finds themselves trapped in the same spot mammoth were in, surrounded by the members and the golden child moves toward them with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
"What are you doing?" The large male growls the words out as he narrows his eyes at his daughter whom just simply flexes her slender muscles without responding back to him while others slowly moves in closer to their intended prey.
"Ah..." Jua Kalisha breathes out the word as she turns her head toward the sun, allowing the golden light to blanket her, giving her the angelic name before her eyes connects with her mother's, causing the smaller female to recoil in shock at the sight of death in her own daughter's eyes. "You once told me and my siblings..." She purrs the words out as she takes a step closer to her beloved parents. "That if we want something, we will have to take it no matter what the cost is." Her claws slides out of her paws as the realization dawns in the pack leader's eyes.
"Yes, my dear father.." She allows her tongue to run across her bloodied saber teeth. "I want your blood to fill my mouth and I want what you have." She murmurs softly as the pack is already forming a very tight circle, clearly waiting for her signal. As the mother glares at her in defiance while the large male moves in front of his mate to protect her, Jua just simply stares at the action without any expression in her eyes. "Mmm... futile.." She sighs the words out as the pack leader hears sudden agonized screams as the pack moves in to rip the mate apart.
As the large male turn around to try to protect his mate, he feels his golden child swiftly moves in and her mouth wraps around his throat with a swift jerk, he goes down on top of his mutilated mate with betrayed look in his eyes. As now bloodied female stands over the bodies of her parents and the former pack leaders, she stares down now her pack. "If anyone wants to challenge me, do it now. If not, I am your queen and I will not tolerate any disobedience just like my parents did. Penalty will be death by my saber teeth and claws."
Fast forward to the present day, the pack is run with cold efficiency and everyone knows their places. Jua Kalisha is a feared and highly respected leader because she might dole out punishments with swift merciless swipes, she can be a merciful leader if she feels it would benefit the pack. As the outsiders look on from the distance, they will see a proud golden leader leading a very strong military-like pack on hunts or territory wars to expand her kingdom.
Kasumi was nervous, this was her first major hunt since becoming the leader of the clan and she didn't want to let the others down. She sighed as she paced back and forth in front of the cave her clan used as their den. It hadn't always been her clan, her birth clan had given her to the old leader as a gift and he had taken her as his mate. It wasn't out of love but rather his own vanity. She was an exotic beauty among the golden sabers that made up the clan. His death had been both a blessing and a curse. A blessing as it freed not only herself but the whole clan from his cruelty but as he had no children that left only his young mate to take over leadership. Another sigh escaped just as the sound of paws on stone reached her. She froze and turned around.
Standing tall with her head held high she waited for the others to exit the cave. The first to come out was a golden male with slightly darker golden stripes, he was the biggest and strongest saber in the clan. Next was a golden female with a white underside and black mane, Kasumi was sure the female was crazy but she was also loyal. Last to come out was a golden male with black stripes, he was the most cunning of the three. There were a few others in the clan but these three were the ones that had proven themselves loyal to her and the only ones she trusted.
With the clan gathered it was now time for the hunt. Today they were hunting mammoth, the most dangerous of all prey. If they didn't work together they could easily lose half the clan on this hunt. Looking around at the gathered sabers she made eye contact with her three trusted. It was only with their support that this hunt any hope of succeeding. Taking a deep breath she turned away and started to lead the clan to the mammoth's grazing grounds. It was time to put her leadership to the test.
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Username: Cuppa_Darjeeling Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Mjuminto Saber's temper: Calculating Saber's Story:He had picked off his siblings one by one at a very young age. His father didn’t seem bothered and his mother soon grew too afraid to speak up. He remembered the very moment he decided they needed to go.
His father had taken his largest brother out to hunt with him. Mujuminto knew that once his brother became more adept at his craft that he would very likely out do him. He couldn’t have that!
Crunch, snap, thud.
The big oaf didn’t know what hit him.
His neck had been broken in his sleep.
Some time passed, and his other brother was showing promise. His mother was teaching him strategy that she often used for hunting and he was picking it up with ease. He was too, of course, but all of the time with his mother made him jealous. He tricked his brother into straying too closely to a human encampment and they now wore his pelt for warmth.
Having seen this, after stalking the pair, his sister ran. Mujuminto noticed and quickly caught up to the smaller sibling. He asked her why she was running and didn’t buy her story. She too fell.
He recalled standing over her, her eyes wide with terror as she pleaded and promised all sorts of platitudes.
She couldn’t be trusted, so he squeezed the life out of her.
As the son of the dominant pair in the pride, his birth order wasn’t enough to seat himself in lofty esteem. He had gotten there by shedding blood, charming the ladies, and by showing no mercy to those who oppose him. He took his task seriously.
His favorite trick was to take down a Platygonus or two and drag them home for his pride. They seemed to greatly enjoy the large, feral pigs. As long as morale was high, and he was fed, all was well in his world. He never really bothered settling petty squabbles unless they involved him. Occasionally some in his harem would get jealous and he’d have to assure them that they were all correct, and whatever else it was that they wanted to hear.
As food grew scarce during times of famine, his brute strength and cunning became invaluable. Other clans would often try to lay a claim on the females, their food, and their lands but thus far Mujuminto had stopped them all…thus far.
He had caught another male scouting his territory, and had moved up-wind, climbing an outcropping of rocks. He crept along slowly, using the dying grasses as a cover. He moved swiftly but without sound, crouched low, and sat in wait. The unsuspecting male, attempting stealth of his own found two cubs off on their own playing and changed his direction toward them.
A silent snarl split his face in two as Mujuminto tensed his entire body and launched himself at the offending male, claws bared like scythes. His full weight came down on the male, his claws digging through fur and gripping the flesh beneath until it ripped. The other male let out a cry of pain and surprise, as the golden beast brought his teeth down on the back of the other male’s neck. Seeing the commotion, the cubs ran toward the safety of their pride.
His teeth sunk through muscle and cracked bone, but he pulled them out quickly for fear of damaging his canines. He leaped off of the other male, causing more damage from his claws as he did so.
Head low, a guttural sound emitting form his throat he squared off with his enemy. They circled a few times, his golden eyes narrowing.
“You’ve made a serious mistake,” he growled, body tensing, blood dripping from his claws and muzzle.
“No, I’ve missed a meal. And once I kill you, I’ll gain a pride.” The new comer was self-assured, despite his bleeding back and neck. “You got lucky.”
Mujuminto threw himself at the offending creature, claws out and ready, and managed to grab onto the other Soquili’s face. He threw his entire weight to the left, sending the other’s body crashing down. He then plunged his canines deeply into the lifeblood of his enemy, enjoying the look of surprise as the blood surged around his teeth and the breath gurgled in the other male’s throat.
After a few moments, he stopped thrashing and the work was done.
The male turned and headed back to his pride- triumphant. The mother of the cubs rushed up to him, a large smile on her face.
“I cannot thank you enough.”
He nodded solemnly, smiling softly.
“No, my dear,” he purred, “it’s what I’m here to do. I’m at your service.”
She approached him, and nuzzled.
The killing was worth it.
Look at where he was.
Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 9:30 am
Edit won a pony, if the surprise is a familiar and its possible to be given a chance at it, please?
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: SwordOfTheDarkOnes Your Saber: Sabertooth Male Saber's Name: Suresha Saber's temper: Headstrong Saber's Story: There was a storm coming.
He stood on the rock formation, ears perked body alert. Every instinct of his was going off. It was going to be a bit storm, the type of storm that would threaten the infants of his small pride. He glanced down to the cub between his front legs. The little one looked concern...this would be the first storm for all the cubs in the pride. He looked back up to the skies. Seeing the clouds gathering in the distance. The cub let out a soft sound as they ducked back to hide behind one of his legs. He chuckled despite himself. Leaning his long neck down he nuzzled the cub.
"Its alright little one. This storm is easily weathered..." he explained. The cub blinked as they looked up at their leader.
"How so?" they asked, a tad squeaky.
The male looked back up to the skies. "Through unity. The other warriors will secure the edges of our territory, the mothers will secure you cubs..."
"And you?" the cub looked up at him eyes wide and bright.
"Me? I will make sure that everyone is doing what they need to as well as securing the dens. Now, off with you...go back to your Mother. I will be checking on you in a few moments." he said nudging the cub to the dens. When the little one was safely tucked away, his eyes narrowed as he scented a unwanted visitor. He didn't stalk, he wanted this visitor to know they were seen and he wasn't hiding. As he strode to another rock formation a few of his warriors were already coming into view. Having also scented this intruder. "I thought I told you...next time I scented your scaly hide I would skin it!"
The retpilian stallion that stalked out chuckled darkly. "And I thought I told you...that mare you prize...was going to be mine..."
The warriors growled, a flick of his tail and they fell silent. The Alpha stood there with a steady glare. There were no words in the next instant, the tiger was upon the reptile. A few good slashes and he sprang back eyes focused on the other. The fight was a long one, the Alpha refused to allow the rest of his warriors to strike out. This was his fight and his alone. He suffered only one grazing wound before he landed a near fatal blow on the intruder. The reptile slunk away as the Alpha hissed in pain. He shook off aid as he made his way back into their dens.
"Sir, you have to see the healer!" a warrior said in concern as the Leader shuddered.
"I will...I'm going to them now..." he struggled to say as he slowly made his way to the healers den. He laid out on the nest as the healer turned their head sharply to focus on him. The smaller tiger was blind, had been since they day they were born. He looked up to them. "Well...the reptile came back..."
The healer let out a deep sigh. "I can smell that...did you win?"
"Obviously." the leader said with confidence. A roll of his eyes was his reply as the healer got the necessary herbs and such...he hissed in pain when the salve was applied. He froze as he heard tiny claws against stone. "Crap."
The tiny cub from earlier slid into view. "DADDY!"
He sighed as he let the tiny thing curl under his chin. "I'm fine, little one. I just chased off a reptile that was after your Auntie...that's all...."
The healer let out a soft sound as the cub fretted a bit more. The leader calmed the cub to the point that the little one fell asleep in his front paws. His ear flickered as he heard the oncoming rain. "Tell everyone to get inside...I don't want any colds this rainy season..." he ordered the warrior who followed him. The other tiger nodded before they walked away.
The healer chuckled. "Even when you just were wounded you do what you were born to do..."
The leader smirked. "Lead?"
The healer deadpanned. "Boss others around." The leader's smirk fell.
Username: Fea Line Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Kezan Saber's temper: Unforgiving Saber's Story:
Kezan stared hard at the cub beneath his massive paw, a gruff grunt escaping the corner of his lips. His thick paw flexed against the cub's scruff, gripping firmly so the cub could not escape. He breathed deeply as he slowly lifted the cub from the ground, seemingly immune to it's cries of protest. "My fellow hunters." he called out in his deep tones, eyes surveying those of his gathered pack. "I have called you here to address.... disheartening news." he spoke, his temper never seeming to waver, large body rigid and strong. "There is one among us who seems to have forgotten the ways of our pack." he said and paused.
His ears pricked forwards towards the many sounds uttered from his pack mates. Some uttered gasps of shock, others mutters of protest, and some quiet whisperings of disgust. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but Kezan shrugged it away. "Now... I know what some of you may be thinking." he began again, lowering his flexed paw so that the cub touched ground yet again, but still he did not let go. "He is but young. He made a mistake.... he will learn. And you are right! He is young. And a mistake....he did make." he spoke again, his tone seeming to lighten towards the end of his statement. Kezan noticed a few of his fellow pack members perking their ears forward in surprise. The cub seemed to ease up beneath his grip.
"But there is a reason I set rules and boundaries!" Kezan snapped, snarling around his fangs as he lashed forward with his voice. His grip tightened around the cub, golden eyes narrowed. "Failure to abide by these rules will NOT be tolerated in my pack!" he roared, spit practically foaming at his lips as he once again raised the cub. "One simple rule. One simple order. Do not allow outsiders close to the pack. No exceptions. Do you know WHY this is?" he spoke directly to the cub now, lowering his head to be eye level with the quivering colt. "To keep.....us...... SAFE!" he snarled loudly, jaws snapping inches from the cub's face, his growl deafening out the sounds of the crying colt and his now hysteric mother. "We do NOT trust outsiders! And bringing home a 'playmate' is NOT ACCEPTABLE!" he roared affirmatively, eyes gazing out over every single one of his fellow pack mates.
His pack was small, but for a reason. Too many in one place caused chaos, disharmony. And those who could not follow the rules were either chased off or dispatched of quickly. "I hope I need not remind you again of what happens to those who break the rules. I now pass judgement. Because of the loyalty of this one's mother, he will get.... a second chance.... but not without penalty." Kezan grinned, his tongue pushing forward to swipe across his fangs. Pushing the cub into the grass, Kezan pressed down firmly on it's fore paw, his smirk spreading wider and wider until he finally heard the satisfying snap of bone. Lifting his paw, Kezan eyed the cub hungrily but stepped back. "Let this be a lesson for all of you. Defy me again.....and you all will pay." he snarled, his growls slowly turning into furious laughter as he watched the other's around him either slink back in fear or rally forward in agreement.
Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 8:37 pm
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: Capricorn Sunchai Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Tempest Saber's temper: Honor-bound Saber's Story:
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Tempest is well-loved by his pack; he's respected and commands their loyalty from years of proving he has their best interest at heart. He is incredibly invested in their own sacred traditions- and none more so than the hunt- and time and time again has shown them he is a worthy leader.
Duty drives him, and Tempest is incredibly fierce when provoked to aggression. He is stubborn, but not stupid, and although he prefers to do things his way he can often be persuaded to try a different path if coaxed to reason. Overall he puts his pack ahead of his own well-being, and would gladly take the fall to ensure their safety should something happen.
He wasn’t used to being challenged.
This young male had been troubling him since his arrival only a few months ago. Tempest had accepted him into their pack after a brief time, hoping that given a little while to settle in would smooth out his reckless behavior. As it were that certainly hadn’t happened, and now he was getting a clear picture of exactly why that was.
“If you want to remain here,” he said carefully, not removing his eyes from the younger male, “I suggest you stand down and take some time to consider your actions.”
It was a tense few moments. The rest of the pack was scattered nearby, their eyes watching the exchange with no small amount of interest. They had no interest in following a new leader- and outsider at that- and Tempest was well aware of that fact. This was a pack that valued tradition, not dominance, and they would not take to someone seeking to usurp a leader they valued.
“I am just as strong as you,” the other insisted, taking a step forward, “If you will not fight me you must realize this. A true leader would rise to the challenge.”
“A true leader would realize the will of his pack,” Tempest cut in sharply, moving no more than a tilt of his head, “And respect their customs. How can you be so sure they will follow you when you ignore their tradition? The passing of pack leader is a sacred rite to them. It always has been. If you do this now they will never trust you, nor will you have their loyalty.”
This gave the challenger some pause. His eyes drifted to the others, watching how tense they seemed in the quickly fading sunset.
When Tempest did not move further, the younger male slowly backed away with the barest incline of his head.
“I will forgive your transgression this time,” he spoke slowly, eyes not moving from the retreating challenger, “Do not expect the same kindness a second time.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 10:29 pm
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: LydaLynn Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Drausus Saber's temper: Bold Saber's Story:
Drausus saw the shifting of the land, the opening of new pathways. He was strong, powerful, and his pack followed him without question. And the new path lead to new things.
Drausus watched as other packs, other tribes, flowed out of the mountains and into the new lands beyond. But his wordless snarls and stoic stares kept his people in their ancestral homes. The new lands would come full of new wonders . . . and new dangers.
So he watched from the edge of the paths, his pack behind him, hunting the lands that now had both fewer predators to compete with . . . and fewer prey. The great open stretches yawned wide as he watched, his stub of a tail lashing. Few dared approach him, and those that did were answered only in silence and a glower that sent them scurrying back to the rest of the pack.
As a cub, Drausus had learned that no one expected him to think. He was big, strong. That was all the pack wanted from him. They wanted a deadly warrior who fought with power and ruthlessness.
But that wasn’t all Drausus was. He was slow to speak, slower to trust, and careful in his movement. But behind his eyes churned a mind that took in the world around him and weighed, judged, and came back with wisdom. It might take him time, but his caution meant more of his pack survived.
He knew that no one shared his thoughts, his insights and understanding. It was enough that they followed, that he could protect them. So when the new lands opened, he watched, calculating, finding the best course for his pack.
And when Drausus had learned all he could, he roared, words not needed by those who would follow him. And he went down out of the mountain and into the open lands. He had seen what challenges took their toll on the early tribes to leave their ancient homes and he was able to avoid them. So his pack came out of the newly reopened lands stronger than the others who had preceded them.
They reached the open spaces and they paused, as Drausus stalked the tall grasses, watching the way the winds moved and the prey fled. And then he called his pack to him and bid them to run with him. And run they did, though not in a tight group, but arrayed around, each taking the course most natural to them, widening the area they covered and scaring prey before them.
And Drausus ran so that the winds would take his scent away from those he hunted. And he let his pack drive the simple buffalo to him, pouncing from height to feed his pack. Everyone ate, and ate well. Better than they had in a long time, the riches of the new land opened for them.
But the new lands were strange and Drausus moved them on, not letting them rest until an area was found where there would be rocks to their backs and water beside them. And even then, as they lay to sleep, he motioned to two warriors with a nod and a growl, expecting them to stay awake and watch over the pack. And they did, not because they understood or agreed, but because he was their leader.
While the pack slept, Drausus looked up at the stars, happy to have these new opportunities for his pack open before them. And he thought on what they would do on the morrow and where they would go, knowing they needed to lay claim to their own territory, one rich with food for both predator and prey.
When two of the younger males thought to leave in the night, he rose to bar their passage, growling low in his throat. His eyes flashed in the moonlight and they returned to their sleeping spots. Drausus knew he could let none of the strongest leave before they were safely established in this new land. And while he understood their drive, it was the needs of the whole pack he would see to before any one member, even himself.
The journey was difficult, new unknown dangers threatened and even took toll of some of the pack. But Drausus saw them through to a better land, one where they could be strong. And when strangers came, he let them in, listening as they worriedly spoke of trade. Then he nodded, once, face frozen in fierce expression. He was the leader and needed to be seen as strong, to be feared, so none would challenge his pack.
But in the nights, as he watched the stars, he wondered if there would ever be someone who saw past his silences, past his strength, and into the truth of the Leader of the Pack.
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 9:09 am
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