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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:33 pm
"Hmm... what about The Masher?" The female pounced and landed as she said her would-be name. Proudly puffing her chest out as she regally swayed her torso side to side, trying the name out. Slowly the lioness' eyes fanned open and she glanced skywards. "Naah... not, distinctive enough." Thinning her lips, she went back to pacing. Mulling over the numerous ideas for a puuuurfect title. "Hey!" Her head snapped up to attention once an idea struck her, "I'll just ASK someone what they think when they see me!" Özge half laughed as she spoke, as if this notion was a silly thing to have not realized until just now. With a snort, she turned to scramble up the outcropping of rocks to get a better view of the surrounding grasses. To see if anyone. If anything was close enough to discuss her possible title.
The female wasn't all that inspiring. With a muscled frame reminiscent to a male and all scarred up from previous scraps she had in rough encounters. Not to mention her... striking coloration. It was as if from birth the female was 'off'. Properly named Özge which means different or strange.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 4:53 pm
Ivalice was just wandering around, like he always did at this time of the day. His life was a bit like the ocean waves that he had left a few moons ago; predictable, quiet, and quite boring, really. The male didn't mind too much, as he figured that he'd find is place in life somewhere soon. He just needed to figure it out, and what better way to do that than in the rogue lands? Prides grew too boring, if nothing was going on, and he didn't want to depend on his home pride for his whole life. So here he was. wandering around.
Except there was a certain creature that caught his eye. Enough that he paused slightly to make sure that he was actually seeing a real cat. Mucular, strangely patterned, and littered with scars. The only thing he could thing of was...what the hell?
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:47 pm
Özge noticed Ivalice shortly after he started staring at her. The sensation of being watched causing the lioness to glance around. Surely enough, after afew head whisks this way and that, the lioness noticed the other not too far off in the distance. Glancing skywards, she mouthed 'thank you' to the heavens before turning to her new destination.
It was almost as if Özge wasn't aware of the blatant bewildered expression from the male's end. That or she was so used to being looked at in such a fashion. Trotting up to him with an air of superiority, the lioness smiled broadly. Swaggering around as if she were showing off. Or at least putting on a show. "Hello citizen." Özge nodded curtly, out of politeness. "I need your opinion on something... Do you think 'The Masher' is fitting for me?" She asked, not giving him time to respond if he wanted to. "What kind of title would you say fits me?" Suddenly the lioness jolted, turning her body to the side to display her flank. Taking purposeful steps as if walking a catwalk. "I need something fierce. Infamous. What do you think?"
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