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 Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:12 pm
 The wind kicked up the sand and swept through the proud lion’s ebon mane. His cocoa eyes shimmered as he gazed at the abundant pile of shinies he had collected. He exhaled in a satisfied manner, plopping himself down to lie across his new glimmering bed of turtle shells, clams, and glittering rocks. During his stay with Pirato, the lion had grown accustomed to surrounding himself with such rare finds... but this was ridiculous. Anyone who saw the lion would think him insane.
The gazelle-colored feline swished his tail happily behind him as he reveled in his booty. “Ah, the only thing to make this better would be the company of a feisty femme…” He grew entangled in his heated thoughts, his eyes glazing over as he murred to himself half amused.
Lost in his silly stupor, he became immune to the outside world, clearly involved only by the ongoings of his mind. The look on his muzzle was rather childish, and what seemed like hours passed until he chuckled lowly to himself before shaking his head. He picked up one of the clams, and exposed his sharp nails. He began to pry open the shell, but each time he managed to open it, the clam would snap shut. The lion growled before stubbornly smashing down on the shell with as much brute force as he could muster.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:13 am
 Zamora crouched low, the very tip of her tail twitching slowly as she carefully crawled on her belly. She was fairly sure she was up wind of the large lion, and was certainly in his blind spot. All she had to do was keep silent and she should be able to snag at least one piece of his shiny horde. The cub was fairly sure he was occupied, judging by the silly look on his face. Holding in a snort, she continued her slow creep forward. Her white pelt hidden by the sand she had rolled in earlier.
Zamora's world narrowed down to the warm beach, the pile in front of her, and the steady beat of her heart. She had just laid a tiny paw on one of the clam shells and was curling it to her when the male suddenly made a violent move and crushed the clam he had been trying to open. Her crimson eyes went wide, but she didn't make a sound, not one peep, and she went perfectly still, waiting for the male to settle back down, barely even breathing.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:37 am
The large lion didn’t notice the cub, he was far too occupied with his current agenda. He figured that after man-handling the clam it would have no choice but to submit to his will. His efforts had paid off and the creature popped open. Inside its confines lay a white pearl. “Ha ha!”
His hearty laugh was loud, triumphant. He picked the small orb out from the comfort of its home and held it in his paw. Now this was something he would definitely have to show the Commodore. He knew it would please his leader, just as much or more so than the large pile he had worked so hard to gather. Stealing shinies was a hard day’s work- or at least it was in Torin’s mind at that moment in time.
His muscles flexed beneath fur and flesh as he picked himself up from the pile, a clear statement from nature that he was not one to be trifled with. He was rarely bothered by others- even though he was colored like the very prey he went after. It could have been because his mere presence was usually rather intimidating. On his lonesome, he did not have such a front put up.
He began to make his way to find the Commodore before he stopped mid-step. His ears perked. Something didn’t feel right.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 12:00 pm
Oh Soeagods, this was not good...Zamora thought to herself as the male stood up, he was friggin huge! There was no way she could take him on, not as small as she was.
The Wenches were gonna have her pelt, what was left of it any way once he was done with her. She seriously hoped Omori wouldn't miss her too badly and that he would remember his troublesome sister with great affection.
Swallowing past a mouth gone way dry, she slowly removed her paw from the clam and pointed her butt up in the air, changing her position from stealing to pouncing, Maybe, just maybe she could bluff her way out of it. Putting on her best kittenish expression she waited for him to turn around, then she would leap at him in a mock attack.
Seagods, let this work....
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 12:31 pm
The unknowing lion turned to look back at his pile of shinies. He cocked his head to one side as he took notice of the small lump of fur covered in sand. But most of all, he noticed she was right next to the treasure. His treasure. He puffed up his chest, filling it with air as he took a deep breath in. He decided it best to try scare tactics- he didn’t want some little cub waltzing in and taking his shines! What good is a captain if he lets children take his most precious goods!?
He reminded himself that he had not shown any of this to his Commodore, and if it was compromised before he presented it to Pirato, he was pretty sure he would be sleeping with the fishes. His voice was loud, and booming with as much fury as he could lace it with. His plan was to startle the cub away… and if that worked, then he would find Pirato.
“Who dares approach Captain Anstis the Cruel…” He barred his jaws at the young one, using his pirate name while letting out what he considered a spooky growl.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 1:44 pm
Zamora didn't hesitate, if she did, she knew she would never have the courage to try again. Leaping for all she was worth, despite the fact she was scared out of her fur, the young cub came flying through the air, tiny claws extended while she roared at the top of her lungs.
" Zamora the Sanguine! Prepare to die!!!" She hooked her claws into the side of his jowls and bit down as hard as she could on his nose, and prepared herself for certain death, but if she was to die she would die a pirate and fight till the very end! Closing her crimson colored eyes she held on for all she was worth.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:03 pm
The pain hardly phased the pirate captain, what surprised him was the little cub’s bravery. He admired that- but was dumbfounded over her gender. He wasn’t used to females so… so… aggressive. But she was young, and he persuaded himself that she would grow out of it. Strong females did not exist in his narrow-minded world. And if indeed he found one, he would be sure never to let her go to waste.
His cocoa eyes widened from the shock of it all, and he howled. Not from the prickling of her teeth through his flesh, but because he knew this would leave a mark. He must remain flawless- perfect in his appearance. He was a gift of the Sea gods! A treasure of a male that not even the wenches were fit for courting! And this little pest was trying to gnaw off his faultless muzzle!
Torin was angered, and in his fit of rage, he brought up a paw to swat at her small form. A loud roar penetrated the air, disturbing all those who had ears for nearly a mile.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:55 pm
She couldn't believe it, she was still alive! The Sea gods were favoring her today! Omari was gonna be so jealous when she told him about this adventure! But first she had to live through it. Dead lions told no tales.
The roar warned her and she glanced out of her peripheral vision to see the paw coming at her. If she got swatted by the huge male she was done for without a doubt. Using his own movement against him she swung her body with his head and let go as she tucked tail, aiming for the spot at his front feet.
The cub landed with a thump, but manged to keep her roll, just barely, and ended up under him. She knew he'd be on her quick, so she did the only thing she could think of and jumped up at his belly before her head cleared from the hardness of her landing. Once more sinking baby claws into his skin, Zamora attacked.
" Argggg! Take that you scalawag!" Zamora screamed, hoping to the gods of the Sea she was far enough under him to make him work at getting to her.
She was soooo dead, but gosh if this wasn't the most fun she'd had in days! Stuffy Wenches and their dumb rules..this was how a pirate should live, dicing with death!
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:56 pm
The captain could feel the warmth spread across his nose as the blood rose under his fur. He huffed in frustration, knowing full and well that it would take some time to heal. He only hoped that the damage the cub had done would not permanently maim his good looks. A sudden smirk formed along his features as he watched the youngling run beneath him. He allowed her to position herself beneath him- he had a nasty idea. He didn’t feel it appropriate to beat the cub… but he would reprimand her somehow. He did enjoy roughhousing with cubs- so long as they were not his own!
The lion did absolutely nothing. He waited, letting the cub wear herself down. He sucked in a breath to help him cope with the cub's relentless assault, which was more of an annoyance then it was painful. When he felt that the time was right, he let himself lay on top of her. He was careful not to squash her completely; she was a cub after all.
“Zamora the Sanguine, ey? You’re not exactly the lady I had in mind, but fair enough…” He chortled, taking care not to put too much pressure on the young one. The situation was rather laughable.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:52 pm
Zamora let out a ooooouuuffff as she was sat on, her paws spread out frog style under her as the male laid down. She managed to wiggle her way forward toward his side and push her head out from his soft belly fur, her crimson colored eyes filled with righteous cub indignation.
" Yes, Zamora the Sanguine, daughter of Makena, the scourge of the seas! Now unhand me you..you..you..KNAVE," the cub struggled under him for all she was worth, though it was clear she was tiring out.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:54 pm
The larger lion peered down at the young one. A grin spread from ear to ear as he let out what was supposed to sound like an overdramatic sigh, “The scourge of the seas?! Whatever shall I do?” He sat up, enjoying toying with the small cub. He crouched down low on his two front paws, bending his head down so that he could take a good look at Zamora. He then hoped that the pirate king would not let her go to waste, she seemed to have so much useful energy. That was rare in a female- at least to him, anyway.
“Well, you had better run off to Makena before I drag you to her myself,” he said in a low, commanding voice. He definitely wanted to be feared. But most of all, he wanted to be respected. If one was fearful of the captain, then through that fear would come his respect.
“And don’t touch that heap of treasure- Pirato still needs to go through them. Wouldn’t want to have him order me to unzip your hide and spill your insides, now, would you.” Torin could only assume that was why the young lass was there, and figured he may as well usher in his first warning. Even if she wasn’t, he decided that she’d go back to the other cubs to tell them of her adventure into his private resting place, and her ferocious feats against a captain nearly ten times her size. He’d at least let her escape with an interesting story.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:22 pm
Zamora managed to push herself up into a sitting position when the big male stood up, turning her red colored eyes to look straight into his without flinching. That's not to say she wasn't terrified, she was, but she would be a puffer fish before she let him see that.
" I want to meet him," she narrowed her eyes at the male, " my brothers all have met him, I want to too, and if that means I have to put my paw on his treasure then I will...but I dun think I want my hide unzipped, that would get my fur all dirty."
The cub pressed her lips together, a stubborn look coming into her eyes, " You could save us both the trouble and just take me to him. Then I won't have to tell him I almost got away with his baubles cause you were to busy admiring yourself to notice that I was already making my way off with part of it."
It wasn't exactly the truth, but hey..she was a pirate, whatever worked...right?
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:42 pm
Torin frowned. First the little booger mauled his delicate face, and now she’s resorted to using blackmail. Future corsairs had no business meddling in the affairs of males! Bah, manipulative little females… He mentally rolled his eyes.
“You’re just a girl- there’s no way Pirato would believe you. Know your place, Zamora the Sanguine. The boys will grow up to train under the captains and become a part of the crew. They will serve the pirate king, some even to their deaths,” his voice was harsh as he brought a paw up behind the small cub. It was almost as big as she was. He attempted to scoot her closer to him.
If she was as determined as he was believing she might have been, she would probably do exactly what she said. Even if she was a female, Pirato might still buy her story and that would make him look extremely bad. The clockwork began to spin in his head as he spoke, “Then prove yourself to me little ‘Sanguine.’ If you can prove to me that you are just as good as one of the boys, I will take you to meet Pirato. But you must be up for this task, and you must achieve the goal. Then we’ll talk. Understood?”
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:02 pm
Zamora eyed him with a calculating look, the stubborn set to her gaze now going to her jaw as she answered him matter-of-factly, " My mother is Crew, so don't you be thinking I was born yesterday. I know a girl can be just as good as a boy." She pointed at his nose, " I drew first blood on you, which none of my brothers would have ever done. Well..maybe Omari, but only to distract you while I went for your throat... but he wasn't here so I had to do it all."
She gave him a little growl, the sound more cute the fierce, but the intent behind it was clear. She DID NOT like him placing a paw on her.
" Keep your grabby male paws off me, I'm not a wench you wretch..." she hissed, but then tilted her head as he began to speak, her tail twitching behind her. Oh she was intrigued by the idea, but she knew better then to just agree.
" You tell me what the task is first, then we will talk. I am not gonna fall for one that will take till I am an adult to finish. I wanna meet him by the next sunset, or your name will be mud."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 9:11 pm
Torin let out a hearty laugh. The cub was quite entertaining indeed. He liked her spunk. Pirato most certainly shouldn’t let that go to waste. “I am a captain of my word. It seems to me that you are trying to follow in your mother’s footsteps.” His interest was peaked when he realized she was THAT female’s daughter. He could only make the assumption that this was what the young cub had wanted all along. How sneaky.
His tail lulled back and forth behind him as a stern look crossed over his features. “If you are to be a part of the crew, you will need a willing trainer. If you pass my test, I will accompany you and recommend that you be considered to be brought up as a part of a ship, lass. Your first lesson will be that of the chain of command.” The great lion stood, and shook out his mane. He towered over her, eyes filled with seriousness.
“I ask the questions. I am your superior and you answer to me. The only other lion you shall answer to for now will be the Commodore. You will speak not a word of this until after we speak with Pirato. I don’t need the wenches throwing a fit,” He began to walk out of the den and made a motion with his head for her to follow.
“I want you to bring me something of value. Something from one of the wenches. One of their trinkets. It is an easy task. If you can do this, you are more than worthy. If you fail, there are no second chances. But there will be no consequences, since this is merely a test to prove your worth.” All he asked of her was very effortless. This was something he could do himself in his sleep. The wenches of the pride weren’t too bright from what he could tell, and he had confidence that she could do it. “Only a true pirate can complete such task. Do you accept my terms?”
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