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 Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:56 pm
Canicus yawned and stretched his paws before moving away from his kill. If he had not been so red already the blood on his fur would have been an almost frightening sight. One might night even have been able to tell what it was that he'd killed, but he'd always hunted in this manner. For such a seemingly passive lion he also had a lot of pent up fury inside of him. This only came out to play while he was hunting, he even managed to keep it at bay while sparring with other animals.
He lifted a paw and began to groom, then let it settle on the warm sands. He wasn't one who liked to bathe, but he was not dirty either. He simply wished someone else would clean all of the blood for him. His gaze shifted toward the sky and he calculated how many hours were left before the frigid night paid a visit  There were very little things in this world that amused her anymore. The sky, trees, grass, they were the only thing that seemed to keep her on her toes, with each changing season, each new year - she witnessed them die and be reborn again, without fail... every year. Her face was covered by her over grown hair, her body guarded by her wings. She wasn't very pretty... or easy on the eyes to say the last, but she was wise and strong - and to her that was far more important. After all... looks faded with age... good thing she was ageless.
With a wrinkled brown as she sat back against the hot sands and sighed. It had been so long... her slumber had left her rather nauseous, she needed to find something to eat.... if only to settle her stomach's demands.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:05 pm
A few, at best. That is what he had decided and it meant that he would have to start his travels back toward the common areas. It had been hard lately, with the lack of water. The firekin were in a bind, of which Canicus did not see how they would get out of it. He was not very worried though, nor did he offer up his suggestions. He was a hunter and nothing more, he felt the pride would come to the right decisions by itself. Too many voices competing to say what was best for the pride... well all of that noise would deafen ears certainly.
His tail lashed behind him as he left the meal behind, it was mostly a carcass now anyhow. His paws brought him over the tall sands and based on where the sun was in the sky he was heading in the right direction. He was not far from his kill when he caught scent of something unfamiliar. He frowned deeply, then smirked. Just the other day his sister and he had been on the boarders and had run into some rather fearful rogues. Maybe this would be a little amusing too, but he very much doubted it. Canicus lived for sparring, not much else.
But when the stranger came into view he hesitated. trying to think. The Lioness what white, almost purely so. It took him until he was closer to see the mask of gold on her face. Well, at least she wasn't bright blue or something. "What are you doing out here, feline?" He asked loudly to draw her attention his way, his voice emotionless. He would find out just who she was.  At the red males words her ears perked up and her maw twisted. His tone alone was enough, she knew what type of brute he was and how he would treat her.... regardless of what she would say or do. With a rather harsh chuckle of her own the Goddess sat herself back and laughed, her chest pounding from her own chuckles. Oh, if he only knew what he was getting himself into. Never try to tame a wild beast. Her eyes narrowed as she smirked and spoke out to him, in a tone similar to his.
"You should show more respect, mortal."
She flicked a claw out and traced her own face, her eyes narrowing.
"Today might be the last day you're able to show any humility."
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