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 Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 9:34 am
On his journeys across deserts and through swampy marshes, Kiziah found it somewhat stimulating to pick up on traditions other creatures upheld so often. There were gatherings and sacrifices, and what looked like playful sparing which usually always ended with a winner of sorts.
Lions were most curious of all his sightings, with their vast numbers and varying sports. A lone male like he could not understand the foundation of a pride, nor would he ever understand its purpose. For him, two became a crowd; imagine forty.
Yet, as the days passed and his spying continued, he found it hard not to want a part of the action. A group of lions looked happy for the most part, even the ones who seemed hell bent on destroying the Earth. Life looked good amongst a pride; it looked easy. Certainly that was an admirable trait to take into account, heaven forbid he was ever invited to join one.
From the trees he watched, wide eyed, a nearby watering hole that sparkled from the light of a rising sun. A group of females were hoarding around a fresh zebra, claws digging and prying away at the meaty thighs and stomach. They were one of many groups he occasionally trailed after, if only to keep himself company on cold, silent nights.
Kiziah was still some distance away, far from hearing and certainly scenting, but the smell was captivating and enough to keep his position firm and longing.
This happened to be one of those days when the inner scavenger became pronounced. When Nature worked her magic and aided the lonely male a peace offering…or maybe a helping hand, since most female leopards wanted a healthy, well-fed mate. He was reaching a pivotal point in his young life when it shouldn’t be all about the flaunting of ones abilities, in the sense of being territorial.
Those days of showing off to the boys had long since gone, fading with the childhood he barely had.
Then, in unison with his thoughts and the activity that had burst in the distance, he a snarled and turned himself away from the lionesses to slide down the face of the tree. For now, the foliage that gathered just below his branch would offer him coverage from the sun and the feasting felines.
Panting, he flattened out on his stomach. Today was also one of those boring, extra hot days. Ugh.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:31 pm
 The white leopard found it peaceful to walk with heavy paws. It created an almost musical thump, and the sound differed depending on the substance beneath him. It wasn't at all practical when he was hunting, and it could easily make him a target for enemies nearby. He believed he could hold his own, as long as the boredom and loneliness didn't grasp him first.
"Gaah!!" Linje yelped as his entertainment took a turn for the worse. A sharp stone had crawled under his paw right before it connected with the earth. The result, a painful sore on his tender paw pad. He glared at the stone with his deep purple eyes, blaming it for his error and cursing under his breath. Thankfully, the injury wasn't enough to cause a limp, and Linje proceeded with his usual grace - without the heavy steps this time.
Several distinct smells began to waft towards Linje, causing his nose to twitch inquisitivly. The strongest smell was blood and death. Wherever there was those two things, there was a meal. He prowled towards the smell, choosing to be more stealthy... just in case. As he got closer, he realized his senses had only taken him into the territory of lions who were busy tearing at their fresh kill. Linje gazed enviously, as if in a trance. He wouldn't attempt to take some scraps for the road. No, it wasn't worth it.
A second smell caught his attention, and Linje's eyes were torn away from the lionesses. There was a male nearby - no doubt. Feeling confident, Linje made his way towards a tree in the distance. That's where the male must reside, he was certain of this. Whether the meeting was pleasant or not, it would be a relieving difference in entertainment from his stomp-walk.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:01 pm
There were tall grasses and shifting winds that obscured most of the immediate surroundings for any creature in the savannah. In these conditions, and such an environment, not often would a sun dazed leopard make note of an encroaching stranger when his mind was distant; but when a voice cracked the silence and white paws made their entrance, the ebon feline became aware.
Despite his own laziness, Kiziah was not one to avoid confrontation with an opposing male. Had this been breeding season, and a female were involved, his paws would be beating the Earth while every muscle ached for a show down.
Lucky for this guy it wasn't that time just yet.
Rising up and shaking off what dirt gathered beneath his chest, he drew back his lips in what appeared to be a grin before speaking,
"Careful; don't you know not everything is approachable?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 1:22 am
Linje lazily turned his head up in the opposing male's direction. "Oh, of course. Not everything. But..." The leopard's purple eyes flicked over Kiziah's dark figure, and a faint smirk appeared on his face. "I detect no threats, here." A gentle laugh sounded from his throat... Quiet, but no doubt audible.
The white leopard placed one paw towards the tree, claws extending to scrape an extruding root. Linje posed regally, looking down at Kiziah like a king would look at a peasant. "I'll rest in this tree until my mate returns." A short gust of wind caressed the leopard's fur, but Linje quickly swept a paw over his head to return his 'do to its original, and perfect position.
"Don't worry, it's all yours once I'm finished with it. But in the mean time, it's best you went someplace else..." Linje dipped his head, allowing his eyes to form a natural glare... as if daring the lowly black male to defy him.
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