A free cheetah, that's what Hila was. No one could hold him down! Living the life of a rouge was the way for him, he had decided, after the pride he had joined disbanded after only a few short months with them. The sly cheetah had picked up on their language pretty quickly, though, so he took that with him as he left, as well as a new decoration. He thought his new hood made him look mysterious...once he got the hang of it not falling completely in his eyes. He had checked out his reflection in the water holes as he had passed by, perfecting the way the cowl sat on his shoulders until it was, in his mind, perfect.
A grin at his reflection and he was off again, trotting through the jungles to head back to the open plains of the savanna. It would be a bit of a walk, but he didn't mind. He was sure he'd find some interesting friends along the way. The pride he'd wandered in had been pretty strict about breeding, and he was itching to get with a few females to take the edge off his eagerness. None of the males had been very pleased with his flirtatious ways, nor the females for that matter. Ah well, the pride had certainly been worth a shot. Now he knew that the rouge lifestyle was how he'd live out his days, for sure. Hila wouldn't mind sticking his head in a pride for a few days, of course, if it was allowed. There were some very pretty females that stuck to their roots, after all.
Trotting between the trees, Hila glanced up to admire the sky. It was nice and blue today with only a few clouds marring it's beauty. The trees added some nice color, the green and blue making him grin even wider. Yes, today was a day for adventure, for flirting, and for relaxing. Now he just needed to find some females...
It turned out the few females in the area weren't very receptive to his flirting, and one rather large leopard had chased him away with both a wound and a snarl. Nursing his bruised backside, Hila limped happily out of the forest and onto the open plains. Thankfully the leopard hadn't used his claws, just his brute strength to send Hila packing, otherwise he'd be a bit more concerned about his injury. As it was he'd just be bruised, but his pride was untouched. There had been one female that had been stammering and stuttering as he had slunk up to her, speaking nothing but kind and pretty words. That, he considered a success.
Humming to himself, the sly cheetah broke out into a light run. It felt nice to have all this wide open space. Living among the trees had certainly prohibited his natural ability to run. And while he wasn't going top speed, it felt nice to stretch his legs.
With a whoop Hila took off, running until he was panting, and eventually came to a stop to take a drink. That was more like it. He was back on his game, back on the market, and back in the savanna. Let all four legged, feline females beware of the golden eyes and silver tongue of Hila, womanizer extraordinaire!
