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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 5:36 am
It seemed to be just an average afternoon on the African savanna. The water buffalo waded in the mud at the edge of the river. Zebra browsed contentedly upon the fresh shoots that sprung from the ground. The meerkats chattered to each other from the mound of their lookout towers. A perfectly docile afternoon and then there was Pachinko.
A monotone streak darting between the clustering herds, causing panicked scrambles and mass chaos in the wake of his dust as he scrambled frantically after his prey. The spring hare was putting up quite a fuss for such a small meal, skidding and dashing through the tall grass in its desperate attempts to escape the feline on its heels. Breathless young male groaned with dismay as the rabbit made another sharp twisting change of direction. Digging his claws into the ground and practically sliding out of control on his shoulder as he cranked into the tight turn, tail stiff with the effort to balance him. How the hell did his brothers make this look so easy?!
Struggling to close the distance between his parted jaws and the slender tail that flagged behind the beast, Pachinko willed his muscles into one last bust of speed, sinew coiling along his lithe frame as he sprung forward, determined to seal the fate of his prey. Damnit Chi! Open your eyes!! You're never going to catch anything hunting blind!
The sound of his brother Menkakusushin's voice growling in his ear caused Pachinko to completely lose his concentration. Once squinted shut eyes snapping wide to reveal their marina blue hue as he slid to a halt. M-Menka?
Soft voice called, twisting around in circles in search for the source, though his pale kin refused to reveal himself. Had he really only imagined his brother's scolding words? But they had sounded so real. His maw fell into a frown, ears lowering against his head as the ache of loneliness returned full force to his chest. His meal completely forgotten as he turned his face to the wind, allowing the currents to carry his voice away from him.
Be safe until I find you again, brothers...
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 3:02 pm
Roho was on the prowl. Her paws outstretched beyond her body as she eased in to the stalking stance. Her father, though he didn't know of existence by blood- was careless about the way he ate preferring fish over meat. Roho took this upon herself that, if the 'group' of 'vegetarians' wanted to survive, they would have to eat meat too and she would catch it for them. Silly lions, but she couldn't help but feel the extreme need to see them alive. Her past was not so great and changing her ability to mend connections and relationships suffered greatly in that time. Now standoffish and pretty much a stick in the mud, Roho found herself away from her traveling pack. Wary of anyone coming in to the safe perimeter she had around the pack.
When all was say, she looked over across the way. Dry foliage everywhere but still some prey animals remained her. It was a mystery why but she didn't want to lose the chance at a good catch. A few zebra, and many others laid in plain sight. Perhaps there was no pride around for miles. That just might be the case and she relaxed a little because of that fact. Not wasting too much time, she lurked closer to where the zebras were only to find a gemsbok laying. Roho licked her lips in anticipation when she caught a rather odd sight. A Cheetah failing at a hunt then right in to going around in circles. With that said, she lowered her body in to the grass while he circled around slightly further than that of the gemsbok, until he spoke was when the gemsbok stood up and shuffled around along with the other animals.
Damnit! If she had only attacked! With that, her whole body lunged forward as she tried to keep up. While most went in opposite directions from the watering hole- she had to splash right on forward as the gemsbok tried to lose her. Her tail flailing up in the air as she took to the skies, missing and again picking up the pace to try and attack again until she was outrun by it. Trotting in to a stop she watched the hind as it fled quickly away from her.. She lost her kill. Along with the other possible kills she COULD have gotten but something like a gemsbok would have given enough to feed her father and gypsy friend. Starring with an angry shift in her mood. Stupid cheetah, messing everything up. I should have gone sooner! Yelling to herself on the inside before quietly shaking her head...
Lowering it for a moment to calm down and regain her strength before going out further to hunt....
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