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 Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 7:01 pm
The waves rushed up to meet the divots in the sand where paws once were, it was washing away all trace of what had been there only moments before. The male was wandering around the beach searching for something. When he finally stopped where the beach started to become grass he glared at the rock just before his paws and grabbed it, turning it over a few time before dropping it back down. His creamy white eyes looked soulless as he took in his surrounding and clearly assessed how vast it was. It was beautiful, tremendous, and also dangerous if you didn't treat it with respect. Something just made him want to come here so he sat down, still as a statue and stared at the sea.
To anyone who didn't know Cythraul well they'd think he was blind at first look, his soulless creamy eyes gave away the illusion that he couldn't see but in fact he could see quiet well. This was something he used as a very valuable tool especially in fights. He had learned to keep eye movements to a minimal to help with the act, who would think that a blind lion could kick so much a** at once. The only heightened sense he could think of was smell unless you counted being able to have a hold on where he was. Not to say that his sense of direction didn't get him lost every so often in his over confidence, but he didn't usually get lost and knew his bearings. This on the beach, he had lost all bearings and would sit there until he got them back.
Since he had been sitting there so long with minimal movement a few seagulls actually decided to perch on or near him. Anyone coming up would probably think this strange, or they might think he was some statue, either way he was hoping to startle someone. Without stirring the birds he murmured, "I hope someone at least comes out here... or I'll be sitting here for days."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:32 pm
He had been swimming to cool off his crimson pelt. It was a hot day, and he was having a hardtime remaining cool. Fermented fruits and hot days didnt mix all the time. He scampered out of the water to get to the shore and stretched his legs out. His claws extended, unsheathing from his toes as he did. When he walked onto the shore, the water dropped off his body and he shook it off. When he was done shaking, he looked like a washed up rat but that didnt phase him. He wasnt one to look into looking good. Far as he was concerned, he was a hti with the ladies..whether or not that was actually true.
His eyes landed on what he thought was a rock. Seagulls were perched about it and then he realized it was another lion. He blinked. Had he had too much fruit? Had the drug actually gotten to him a little too much now?
"Mate, stand like that too long, you are liable to stay like that.." He said as he walked past. He hadnt planned on stopping, but he did walk next to the other.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 6:28 pm
Turning his ear to the other lion, he was giving him most of his attention and then angled his body to him causing the seagulls to flee from his body. Like a blind man he didn't look at who was talking to him, instead he was just staring out past the other. Who was to say he wasn't blind, no one but he knew that. "Liable t' stay like what me might be askin'?" He shook his head and gave a yawn, his tail shaking about. He could clearly see the other, his crimson pelt reminded him of blood. He wondered vaguely if this male would take him with him, "Whar might ye be goin'? This blind ol' lion knows yer walkin' t' somewhere."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 6:36 pm
Ah, his lingo allowed the male to relax. Seemed like he was just like Pirato, and that was something the male was completely okay with. He was rather happy with the notion of having someone else to eat the fermented fruits with.
"Like ye are, mate. Sitting like a statue, going not anywhere. Best be moving otherwise the seagulls might see ye as something to be eating, and not to be fearin'."
He said with a nod. So the fellow was blind? Well that was different though he didnt hold much stock in it. Maybe the blind could be a good crewmember too..or at least keep the wenches at home in line.
"I be headin' back to the dens. Me crew is likely wondering where I be, so we can split the loot we found."
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