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 Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:13 pm
 The sun is high in the cornflower blue skies with pure white clouds lazily floating by, indicating that it might snow soon. The weather is perfect except for the chilling temperature but the temperature doesn't faze this black male ulaya that is lounging around near the creek on the edge of the forest. The tribal markings shimmers and glows in the sunlight as Zahariah sprawls out to his full length lazily. He knows that he is bound to meet some ulayas today that probably want to either pay homage to him because he is the god or get laid.
A lazy grin appears on his muzzle as he remembers the particular white leopard male that is insistent that he doesn't like Zahariah and the fact that Zahariah never gone a day without admiration or unmentioned things. His bi-colored eyes closes as he enjoys the moment of peace while his mind drifts off to the thoughts of his adopted daughters.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:29 pm
 One feline was not having such a good day. From the moment she woke till then, every thing had been a disaster. She hadn't eaten breakfast, nor the midday meal, she couldn't catch anything. Stepped in some large creatures hidden droppings by accident. Which earned a long bath in a pond. A pond which had tried to trap her paws in it's silky, gooey bottom. Her fur had started clumping when it dried, and no amount of grooming would right it.
Bastet's pendant got caught on a branch when she was running. Almost choking her when she was suddenly lifted off her feet by it. The femme's yowling and hissing could have been heard for miles as she argued with the offending bush limb.
Now she just felt like crying. Plopped down in the middle of a small clearing, ears down against her skull and cursing her day between dry sobs.
Nothing was going her way!
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:35 pm
The sound of feminine yowling and hissing reached to Zahariah's ears and he shot up to his paws, alert and ready. The ulaya trots in the general direction of the yowling and hissing then he spotted a most stunning female sitting there in the small clearance heaving with dry sobs. Zahariah is not the one that enjoys seeing females cry and it tends to break his heart when they do cry.
"Are you all right ma'am?" Zahariah calls out as he trots toward her, his bi-colored eyes flickers with concern while his tribal markings continues to shimmer and glow like they have life of their own. "What a beautiful lady like you are doing in the middle of the clearance, crying when you are supposed to be adorned with beautiful things and admired for looking like a goddess, my sweetling?" He purrs as he keeps the safe distance between those two because he is not sure if she is going to attack and mar his perfect fur.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:40 pm
The male got a livid glare from pink eyes. "What do you want?" This male was going to be interested in males, and dull, and make her day even worse. Not what she needed. Nerves were already stressed from the events before.
He was a handsome one though.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:48 pm
Zahariah sat on his hunches and held his front paws up in placating gesture. "Sweetling.. all I want is you to be happy and free from the tears you were having. Beautiful ladies like you shouldn't be crying..at all." Zahariah smiles serenely at Bastet, looking like he is not fazed by her glare at all.
Zahariah just merely grins at Bastet. "I am Zahariah but you can call me Riah or Zah for short if you please." He bows lightly in respect and sits down on his stomach to show Bastet that he is not the one she should be wary of.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:54 pm
Ears flicked forward to hear him better. "...Bastet." She watched him. Unsure. "You speak sweet words, silver tongue." Maybe her day was looking up after all. The male seemed interested, even though she was looking her worst.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:01 pm
"Bastet... a perfect name for a goddess." Zahariah's smile spreads across his muzzle as he watches the female with geniune interest. "But I only speak the truth.. even if it sounds like flattery or way to laid." Zahariah purrs as he watches the female with a grin on his face. "I was blessed with silver tongue.. just like you are blessed with this stunning appearance and jewelry to accent your beauty." He winks at her flirtatiously.
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