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 Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 5:01 pm
 Nom.. Nom.. Nom..
That was the agonizingly slow sound that was heard in the Savannah grass that afternoon, the sound of an old Klipspringer absentmindedly chewing on some of the sun dried gold that spread far and wide across the plains. Ruul'dolph didn't have much to think about, at the moment, only the occasional thought of the two younger of his species he had taken under his wing, Taga and Mint'e... At least, that was what he thought their names were. '..Those are the youngster's names, right?...' He had to take a moment to think to himself, stopping his chain reaction chewing before giving a bob of his head to confirm it, reaching down to snatch another mouthful of grass.
Bah! Those two were.. they... they were pitiful excuses for Klipspringers! He had yet to see the two prove themselves fit for living out in the 'wilds', nagging them constantly about their lack of attention. Their minds were always on girls. Pfft. He gave up on them a long time ago. Better to keep your mind on surviving, that's what he had always told himself. Eat or be eaten.
Now.. was there anything of interest around this dulled down, pitiful excuse for a Savannah? He raised his head once more, giving a swallow and glancing around him. The predators these days were pitiful compared to the ones he had to face way back in years before. The felines? Bah, fuzzballs with dulled claws now. And the canines? Chewing on their tails and gnawing on bones.
PI-TI-FUL.
Was there anyone that dared to confront the grand and almighty Ruul'dolph?
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 3:19 pm
A black mass stalked across the grasses, low to the ground and hunting. His good eye locked onto its target, particularly, a signal of red. Tail flicking anxiously from side to side, and claws digging through the earth, Hatsya, was ready to pounce. But something kept the cheetah at bay - for now - and he licked his chops in anticipation. The young male always found a quick death unamusing, to say the least. Ears twitching maliciously as the fine things could, he drew closer and closer.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:28 am
Giving a swallow as he finished up his bite of a quick meal, Ruul'dolph gave a flick of his stubbed tail as he gave a good look around himself once more. Exhaling a soft, guttural sigh from his maw, the Klipspringer raised his head up, staring intently at a patch of Savannah grass he could have sworn had moved. "Hrmph.." Reaching his head down at the grass to rip at the rooted plants, he stopped himself, just keeping still with his neck arched down.
Something didn't feel right.
“Young men think old men 'r' fools." He barked out suddenly, slitting his eyes and turning his attention to the patch he had looked at before, though keeping his head low to the ground, still pondering over the thought of snatching a mouthful. Someone was there, alright. "But ol' men know young men 'r' fools! You not thinkin' I can't see y' there.." Ruul' said, giving a rapid snort through his nose before raising his head. "Y' thought that?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:38 pm
Hatsya fell to his belly, drumming the ground with a set of toes and his tail while the other propped up his head. So his cover had been blown by this geezer of a klipspringer and he tilted his head. Well, clearly he was not much longer for this world anyway, either because of age or Hatsya's presence, so the cheetah yawned, and wondered if the aged fool would babble more.
Through the grass, a quaint smile crossed his face and he watched Ruul' with his good eye. "I don't think of you quite that way, sir. I think you're more lunch." His voice was casual, and the laugh that followed suggested the same despite the morbid insinuation.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:42 pm
"Kid, I'm not going t' be anyone's lunch anytime soon, so I'm afraid you'll have t' starve a little longer." A grumble came from the elder Klipspringer's throat, he raising his head back up and looking at the lying Cheetah with a crotchety scowl. Keeping his gaze vigilantly on the predator, he gave a shuffle of his petite hooves underneath him, uncertain of what the next move would be.
Should he run like the norm? Fight back? Or perhaps even let the guy eat him?.. Nah, he'd much rather play around.
Flashing a leer at the single eyed hunter as he bent his head back down, the old codger lipped at the scrawny roots of the dry grass below, pulling up a clump of the foliage before making his way over to Hatsya. All the while, a rather messy trail of the bits and strands that had fallen from the mouthful could be seen as the Klippy moved. Giving a snort as he approached the feline, he dropped the clump in front of him, a stubborn huff coming from him. "Munch on that."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 6:45 pm
Hatsya wrinkled his nose at the offering lain before him. He daintily pushed it away and tilted his head. "No thank you.....Old coot." His last words were muttered, but if the klipspringer had enough hearing to notice his presence, he would probably hear that description. The cheetah stood and stretched, now already tired of his lunch's antics, and quite ready to dine, having sufficiently awakened his hunger.
Hatsya licked his chops as he stared intently at Ruul, rising now to his feet and eyeing his meal from top to bottom, and wondering where to start.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:19 pm
Oh? The kitty cat didn't eat his vegetables?
"Hmph! Y' not ever going t' get all big and strong by not eatin' your veggies." Ruul'dolph stated with a shake of his head, brow wrinkled into a scowl as the cheetah simply pushed his offering away. Perking an ear up at his words, the Klipspringer faintly caught something offending in the last bit Hatsya had muttered. Old. He was not that old! He could still push and prod Mint'e and Taga around, right? Watching the feline rise from his spot of resting with vigilant eyes, Ruul' started to back away from him slowly, view pinned specifically on the predator.
He wasn't about to be someone's lunch... Not yet, at least.
"Don't even think 'bout 'eet, whippersnapper." The old herbivore hissed out, giving an objective stab at the ground with a front hoof of his.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 1:41 pm
Hatsya scoffed at the klipspringer's words. It wasn't a thought, nor a whim. It was a plan he already saw played out. He dug his toes into the loose dirt beneath him, and waggled his rump as he tensed to spring. This beast didn't know what it was in for, but Hatsya - Ever Saintly Hatsya - Would at least make it a quick end. He wasn't a cheetah much for playing with his food anyway.
And even more so, his lunch was starting to bother him.
He launched himself forward, tackling and pinning Ruul to the ground beneath his feet, and a smirk playing across his face as he towered above him. Oh he may not play with his food, but he'd always give it a chance to realize what was about to happen. And so he stood, tail waiving proudly as he waited to dine.
[[But of course he won't. > A>]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:47 pm
Flicking his ears back against his head as he watched his opponent get ready to launch an attack, Ruul'dolph let out a snort through his nose. He wasn't about to be eaten yet. No! He couldn't be made into a meal! At least, not this cat's lunch. His stubbed little tail gave a quick wag as he eyed Hatsya, waiting for a move to be made.
An inwardly said 'CRAP!' rang out in the old Klipspringer's head as he was pounced onto, letting out a startled bleat at being pinned down beneath the enemy's paws. Stopping in his noise making, he furiously swung his head, huffing and squirming in his downed position. "Y'er never going t' make me a meal, kitty!" A light bop of an antler's pointed end against the predator's nose was given in his struggle to get away. He'd make sure to be the most troublesome meal this meat eater ate, if it came down to it.
[[And with a tap of the nose, THERE WAS WAAAARZ. :V]]
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 4:00 pm
Hatsya wasn't really pained by the tap of his black nose, just irked. He scowled at the old codger and pinned his ears back, appalled that it even thought it could over throw him with a feeble bop. His grin turned more savage and he lifted a delicate paw to whack the klipp across his brown face. Chuckling he found himself so clever as he thought of how his new wounds would match the old nose.
"A little seasoning here, a dash of fear, a slash of blood~" Hatsya chirped out a recipe in a sing song voice as his tail flicked, displeased. [[Dun dun dunnnn]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 11:33 pm
Well that... it was.. crap. Scrapping with those two Klippy boys lately must have made the old man forget what fighting a real predator was like. This was actual trouble. Ruul' let out a startled bleat at the sudden blow against the face, exhaling sharply through his nub of a little red nose. Oh, yippie! Now he had four lovely slashes cutting across the side of his face and down to his jawline. A little bit of blood dribbling out from his newly given wounds too. How delightful.
An-.. Wait. Now this guy thought he was a chef? "Y' forgot to add cheetah toes t' yer recipe!" The old man squirmed once again, snapping at Hatsya's plump little piggies. Maybe some payback? Every good cook needed an assistant.. no matter how unwilling.
Hell, no one ever said that herbivores never tried meat.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 2:22 pm
Hatsya tilted his head, eyes wide as he watched blood trail down the klip's face. He licked his chops, but suddenly - He bit his tongue as Ruul nipped his toes, and he back handed the beast. "Wrong." He then twiddled his toes and examined the damage, little red welts of blood swelling between his black toes. It wasn't anything to lose his toes, but it would probably leave him with a limp for a day or two. Which meant that he should eat, and soon. He furrowed his brows and stared hard at his meal.
"Why don't you lay down and die, make this easy for the both of us. Oh, and if you could, make it in a soft bed of grass with some sort of fruit in your mouth. That is, if its not too much to ask. Otherwise, I could just end it here and drag you there myself." He leaned in closer to the klippy, but minding any sort of retaliation that might be forthcoming.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:44 pm
The Klippy held in a silenced bleat at the stinging pain that erupted in his muzzle after it received the blow of Hatsya's smack. "Gaaaaah." Dang'it, that would leave a bruise. But with all the hits so far, what wouldn't? He shot an annoyed glare at the other before raising a brow as his chocolate eyes spotted the flashes of red between the cheetah's toes as they moved, digits marked by his little attack. Hah hah! Success! Ruul'dolph couldn't help but let a smirk creep over his lips at the sight of the newly given welts. Then, at hearing the predator's suggestions of how to present himself for dining, he scrunched his nose and scowled.
"Har har har! How 'bout no. Jes' munch on th' grass and fruit, t'll do y' some good." He answered with a huff, slitting his eyes into the tightest glare he could as Hatsya moved in to look at him. "BAD KITTEH!" Ruul' belted out with a cry, thrashing in the feline's grip before slipping a front leg out and popping him between his eyes, up against his forehead with a soft thonk.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 2:58 pm
Hatsya's face twisted into a sick grin. "Ooohh, I'm sorry. Did it hurt?" He scoffed "Grass and fruit? Like hell." He was tensing to lung, when his hoof hit hard. The vision in his good eye went fuzzy and his ears pinned back against his head. The cheetah let rip a ferocious snarl as opposed to a cry of pain, and as he blinked hard, milky white eye and ragged pink scar staring in the kilppy's direction.
Oh, that was the final straw. Like a bolt, the black cheetah had the old fool pinned on the ground with his jaws wrapped like a vice around the side of his neck, and his fangs just ever so slightly piercing the tough old pelt. He growled in his pleasure and let the meat beg for it's life before it was cut short.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 9:14 pm
"Bah hah!" Ruul'dolph gave a delighted laugh at the reaction Hatsya gave to the strike from his hoof, sneering at his attacker after taking in the result of his attack. At the sound of his snarl, the Old Geezer blew a puff of air through his nostrils, glaring back at the feline’s blind eyed stare with a determined look on his face. He wasn’t about to be an everyday meal for this.. this punk!
All of a sudden, the cheetah had him down. Letting out a cry of both frustration and anger, Ruul’ went batshit insane spazzed out. Rapidly lashing all four hooves out in the general direction of the hunter, focusing on getting out of the killer’s grip and getting away instead of the teeth starting to p***k into his neck. Huffing and flashing a glare, he lunged at the big cat’s face, the Klipspringer aimed a flat-toothed chomp at his nose. He then ground his teeth together as they clamped onto Hatsya's nose, with high hopes that he'd hurt the cheetah once again.
Whatever it took to get out of the situation, he’d do it!
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