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 Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:53 am
 Shaira was curled comfortably in front of a deep green bush, her pale form standing out brilliantly. Her silver eyes gleamed as she looked down to her paws, at the live mouse she'd caught. It wiggled helplessly, scratching and biting at her toes, but Shaira barely took a notice.
That was, barely took a notice until it broke skin. Cursing she stood, letting the mouse go and snarling after it. The mouse stood still in shock for a moment, but quickly regained itself and darted away, leaving Shaira to lick her small bleeding wound and curse the lose of her snack and playtoy. Such a waste of perfectly good mouse. Next time, she'd brake it's teeth so it couldn't damage. "Damn rodent," she cursed again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:02 pm
Orange eyes flicked across the horizon as Mauja tried to scope out something to entertain him for the day. He was swelling with energy, but had no outlet to use it on. He started to sway back and forth in the grass, dancing to a song that placed silently through his mind. His eyes closed, and he drifted in whatever direction the song took him.
Feeling a sharp object underfoot, Mauja's eyes quickly opened, stumbling about for a few moments while he regained his composure. He hadn't realized just how far his paws had taken him, and he looked around to see what was nearby. It didn't take long for his gleaming eyes to lock onto an almost ghostly figure by a bush. He'd never seen something so white, so fragile looking. His interest piqued, he trotted over towards it, eyes locked on to the slight figure without wavering.
"Having some trouble, are we?" He was now just feet away from her- gender was quickly determined by her scent. His eyes honed in on the red that lightly speckled her white fur, all ready concerned for the stranger that stood before him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:42 am
Shaira didn't jump when she heard the male voice, she merely brought her paw to her mouth and began to clean the small wound. She'd taught herself long ago not to show when she was startled or scared, because it was too big of a weakness to risk. Weakness lead to loss, and she didn't want to lose. Ever.
She glared at him over the tops of her toes as she sized him up. Most saner cheetahs might have described him as a handsome male with strong legs and a pleasant face, but Sharia saw only an opponent who could have any number of tricks up his sleeve. He could turn on her any moment, and she'd be ready for him.
She moved her paw to respond to him for a moment. "No troubles," she said, her voice cold, "just an unfortunately lost game and snack."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:39 pm
"Ah, no troubles..." He smiled, though it was more of a small grin. He was trying to figure the girl out, using how her body and voice moved. The usual greeting by a female for him was bubbly and excited, filled with the need for help that hinted at something more. It didn't deter him from continuing on with his usual routine; let's just call it a speed bump for now.
"You know, that crimson somehow brings out the ghostliness of your pale pelt." He twirled in a circle first, playing with his feet in the soft dirt, but then settled down across from her. His orange eyes swerved from side to side, eyeing the younger cheetah up and down. She truly was striking, for such a young creature.
"Small lunches can really be quite unbearable." Mauja laughed, imagining that she could have only caught something small enough to flee. A large animal wouldn't have been able to get away. "Especially when you want to play with them." He smirked; the blood on her paws, it reminded him of a female he came to be close to and she, quite enjoying torturing animals, had blood stains on her paws that were very similar. "I'll stay and play with you, though."
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 1:58 pm
Her snort was disbelieving as she stopped cleaning her paw long enough to eye the male. Was he trying to woo her? By telling her she looked like a ghost? She wasn't quite sure how to react to that.
She placed her paw back on the ground, satisfied with what blood she was able to get off, and stood. She stretched her thin form out and came as close to eye-to-eye with the male as she could. "I don't think you're really up to playing my games, male." There was no amusement in her voice; no emotion at all really. She wasn't challenging him, merely stating what she saw to be fact.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:21 am
Mauja couldn't help but giggle at what she said. Her games. It was kind of funny how someone so young could be so.....dreadfully stiff. His eyes rolled over her frame as she stood before him. After her words had finished, he leaned in close, whispering softly in her ear. "Try me, love." It was true that Mauja himself was up for pretty much anything; he cliff dived and did things of the like all the time. It was a previous encounter, however, that made him confident in how he handled this young female. A girl he had spent much time with was fairly similar to this young thing in front of him. Morbid, dull, frightening- it had almost scared the cheetah to pieces when he first met the lioness. But he soon found to have a love for the strangeness in it all, and that may have been what continued to draw him to this young cheetah.
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