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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 11:41 pm
Ameretat started the day bright and early, she had had her first great night in a long while just a few nights ago and would never forget the males name. "Abiria..." She murmured softly, tail twitching pleasantly at the thought of his name, the sound of her own voice twanged her out of her thoughts and suddenly her stomach began to gurgle a tune.
"So hungry.." She said quietly, ears swiveling a moment, guarding herself in case anyone heard such a noise. Was like thunder rolling through the desert in the middle of the night, dry with no rain, but still loud and obnoxious.
"Off to find a meal.." She moved steadily, an almost trot if you will. The day was far from over, and if she knew better, she'd have stayed with Abiria, but that wasn't the case.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:02 am
Angra Mainyu was still fast asleep, dreams of his female companion rose in and out of his mind. Oh how he yearned for Balia, but did not have any idea what the future truly had in store for him. That was another story for later though.
Soon as the dreams faded and the sun decided Angra had slept enough he was up. He growled a hateful murmur towards the sun, cursing its' brightness before coiling up tighter then stretching. He yawned and got up. Life was dreadfully boring these days during hsi travel, his hyena friend was gone for a little while, recruiting so he had terrible amounts of time doing whatever.
"And whatever it is I shall do will be as boring as my days are long." He growled to himself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:14 am
Ameretat was moving a lot more slowly now, her nose had caught the scent of something, a male? She had let her guard down for one pleasurable evening, would this male provide the same? She doubted this, not with how much dried blood she smelled along with him. What had she walked into, a walking graveyard?
It was when her thoughts ceased that she finally spotted him. Bulky, torn up, pelt matted and eye's glossy. He was a fighter, battered and bruised. At first take she thought him an old warrior, but with a closer insight she spotted the craze he had developed.
This was when she had also realized how close she had gotten to him. Making a step towards getting away she found a nicely curved branch and tripped, falling promptly onto her behind and humphing quite loudly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:51 am
Angra twirled about, as if on command when the humph sound came to his ears. That was when his day perked up, eye's settling on a beautiful dark sandy brown pelt, green and black and yellowish strange markings. He couldn't see from the distance all to well, but it was female for sure, that was all he needed to know.
"Why hello, stalker." He purred aggressively, ears flattening and standing up, just once. Something he enjoyed doing, it symbolized being a bit timid, basically a lie to his fellow lioness. Angra's nostrils flared slightly and he stopped just paw steps away from Ameretat. Silence filled between them became unsatisfying and so he spoke.
"My name is Angra, princess, what is yours?" He smiled 'sweetly' the tainted curse could almost be seen dripping from that grin. It was tweaked with rot and hate.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 12:11 pm
Ameretat was startled by his words, his actions and how brave he was to just strut his stuff up to a lioness roaming around by herself, regardless if she had tried to hide first. It was a weird moment of strength she had to move forward and view him from a closer perspective. His words were poison sweet and his eyes were like flavoured daggers, two bright piercing orbs of blue stared at her aggressively. He was already attacking her, before the attack could begin. She was a bit uptight, but this was nothing compared to what she had met before. What could one do in this situation, being alone was at her disadvantage. “My name is Ameretat..” She struggled for a seductive tone to her voice, hoping that he would be thrown off by her being open to him. How could she not be? This was an unsafe scenario where she only had so many windows. Luckily he accepted her proposal at least and began to strut a little closer to her. She watched closely as she began to put herself in more danger. “Whats a big lion like you doing out here all on your own.. handsome fella like you should have a pretty mate on his side, hm?” She asked smoothly.
Angra was indeed struck by the surprisingly smooth female, her words were like warm honey to his ears. Sweet and cosy; his eye’s drifted over her body again, he felt his whole body throb. He needed to feel it again, he’d had a few chances, but due to Balia and his dire urges to be loyal he had missed out on each chance. This one would be the same, he felt the urges bubble into rage. “How dare you... Tempting me like the siren rogue you are.” He growled, he appeared bi-polar an unsavoury mood swing of hate. Paws lifted and carried him towards her, his eye’s grew to a glaring peak and to show how unpleased he was he took a swipe at her, heavy paw aiming to crush.
Ameretat was not prepared, but thanks to animal instinct she ducked quickly, body shivering and pelt bristling at the wind moving by her very quickly. It was like a mini sandstorm below her and she lost her sight for long enough to feel a blow to the shoulder. Her strongest part of her body she figured, but was unsure of that now. A searing pain was felt where her shoulder had once been. This was not good. Not good at all. With more luck on her side sand picked, she knew she was cut by the sudden pain again. “I’ve got sand in my wounds..” She murmured the obvious out loud and staggered back a bit, Angra was blinded for the moment and she found her way out.
Angra floundered for a way out of his blindness. The sand was everywhere though, it was an unfortunate mishap. His loss in reality, what could he do, she was gone. He lay there, blinded by the dirt, sore from a failed battle, his outstretched movements all but captured what he needed and so he lay, retired for the day. His last glimpses was the sun coming down out of the sky, leaving him in the dark.
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