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 Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:12 pm
Jamali was a simple kind of guy. There wasn't much for him to do, so there he sat, in the middle of the savannah, for no reason. He had already caught and eaten two small mice that day, so he didn't need to hunt. There wasn't a single tree as far as the eye could see, so there wasn't any point in looking for shade. Besides, it wasn't too hot of a day.
It was almost a kind of meditation; sitting with nature and waiting for something to come along into his life to cause something to do. But, alas, there was nothing. And so he sat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 2:12 pm
 Sekhmet was currently having a horrible day. So far, his attempt at getting at a lions kill for a few bites of fresh flesh instead of his usual rotten stuff-had failed horribly and caused him to attain a new-fresh jagged wound across his cheek. Blood dripped down slower than it had been-now just a sore spot on his face. Now-in his attempt to get at a birds nest to steal some of its speckled eggs-he was found after eating only one before the large bird divebombed him.
Now, he was running and yowling at the bird-ducking its head with growls and snarls. "Damn bird-get offit-I said get offit-youstupid bird... shoooo-go one... I ain't eating anymore-idiot..." He shouted, snapping his jaws at the bird as it dive bombed him again. He managed to get a few feathers-and grappled them out of his mouth-"Gah... you stupid idiot... I should everything but your beak!!! Come down here!"
By then, the bird figured he'd hassled him enough-and flew away.... leaving Sekh bleeding and with only his hunger slurred for the moment
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 2:21 pm
Jama was jerked out of his peaceful sitting by the sound of harrassment; he could hear another yowling serval and the angry cawing of a large bird. He lazily turned his head to face the sound, following the rotation of his ears. He watched the flailing red cat with some interest as it angrily shouted at the now fleeing bird. He chuckled slightly, then got up, shook himself, and set off towards the other serval with a brisk trot. Finally something interesting.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:06 pm
Sekh snarled in anger as he set out so begin cleaning his bleeding wounds. His red eyes were narrowed and he balked distatefully at his own bloods taste. He made inaudible noises of distaste for his current situation.
Before long, his head lifted and he spotted the grey serval. He sniffed his nose, and went back to his cleaning. He wasn't in the mood for some harassment but-he wasn't in the mood to do some harassing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 2:23 pm
Jama knew the red serval had seen him, but he didn't seem to really care. Feeling obligated to continue, he trotted right up next the the fuming red male. He simply stood there in front of him and watched him lick himself. Jama knew he was probably being very rude and awkward, so he sat down and asked, "Have trouble with the birds?" The gray cat chuckled quietly to himself, tail twitching with amusement.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:38 am
Jama knew the red serval had seen him, but he didn't seem to really care. Feeling obligated to continue, he trotted right up next the the fuming red male. He simply stood there in front of him and watched him lick himself. Jama knew he was probably being very rude and awkward, so he sat down and asked, "Have trouble with the birds?" The gray cat chuckled quietly to himself, tail twitching with amusement.
Sekh watched out of the corner of his eye as the stranger came closer. Great... a good rebuking would be in order if this male thought about sassing him. HIs fur stood on end-but before he could totally lose his temper, the stranger spoke. He turned and looked at him through his crimson eyes... certain that what he heard was some-what different then he was suspecting.
"Eih... Not really... I wanted a bit of a meal from their little eggs' and day' don't b e liking that much... Twas a lion that swatted moi... stupid thing." He said, his eyes narrowing. "I' should have waited till the damn b*****d was 'sleepin.... but I was head strong... "
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 4:22 pm
Mild surprise played across Jama's face. So this guy's gone up against a lion with naught but a scratch? he thought. "But at least it'll just leave a scar. You've still got your face," he said, watching the red serval with some interest. This other cat was most likely some kind of trouble maker, and Jama could see that. He had a foul temper that the gray serval could almost smell if he tried hard enough.
But he simply stated, "My name is Jamali." No need for emotion. It was just a name; it was only something for others to call him. It really didn't matter to him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 6:03 pm
Sekhmet gazedat the grey serval with interest. It wasn't often that someone had their right mind to complement how strong/brave or stubborn he was when it came to a meal. After all, he had himself to look after and that was his main intent. A smile crawled across his face-looking quiet pleased by the comment. "Aye-nothing wrong with scars I suppose."
"I'm Sekhmet" He said simply, a sly sneer across his face. He blinked his crimson eyes and cleaned a bit more blood off his face-before he sat down more comfortably. He lifted his head and shook his ears-his eyes squeezed shut. "In reality-he could have at least gave me a small sample..."
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