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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:03 pm
Royal blue eyes gleamed in his dark face, narrowed sapphire as sharp as glass. His body bunched as he prepared to pounce, his great form nothing but pure strength. He was a killer, bred and trained, a follower of the great Mrost himself. He bared his yellowing fangs, his muzzle wrinkled and then suddenly he was springing forwards.
His hind legs propelled him forwards as his forepaws extended, ebony claws unsheathed as he made to lunge for the wounded antelope.
He crashed into its flimsy body like a train, crushing it under his weight as it lost its footing and went tumbling to the ground. Then fixing his massive jaws around its neck he crushed its throat and shook fiercely.
Blood. Blood...
He sucked angrily on the dead antelope's throat then raised his head and got to his paws, shaking his coat free from dust. A second later and he had thrown back his head, roaring his victory.
Hakan'mawasii had emerged the winner.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 1:14 pm
Nyota'visima lounged along a tree limb, sharp eyes watching the herds below and grasses for sight of the cub whose care he'd charged himself with. She wasn't close, but he knew he could find her if need be and thus gave the girl her freedom. He wasn't, after all, her father and thus had no true right to restrict her movements. Codling the young would never do them any good, after all, and he moved her from his thoughts as his sight ranged elsewhere.
A roar caught his attention, ears swiveling towards it to be followed a moment later by his eyes, and he found that the other lion he'd noted hunting in the area had taken down an antelope. And was praising himself, in body gestures, for the deed. With a cat's typical superiority, Nyota'visima gave the slightest scoff over the other's attitude. It had been a wounded, already weakened being on its last legs--certainly nothing more than a normal, average kill.
It was purely laughable. Nyota didn't voice as much, however, for to do so would be unfathomably rude and he was rarely rude. Overtly, at least. Rather he watched the other male for a time, marking the gestures and subtle body clues in the other male's manner. He didn't wish to portray that he was after the food, in the end, and that meant patience.
And with patience came what seemed an opportunity to speak. "I believe you've scared off the rest of the prey." He chuckled, keeping his tone impassive--a simple statement of the truth as the herds, having heard the other lion's shouting, had moved far across the grasslands to further distance themselves from any perceived danger. Had Nyota been hunting he might have been rather angry at this. "Good show, that."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 12:02 am
Hakan had lowered his head to begin dragging the kill back to his den and to his own daughter, when the voice reached his sensitive ears. He snapped back to attention, his eyes fixing sharply on the other male. As the other had probably guessed, this black rogue was not particularly social and he liked to think of this little patch as 'his' land even though it obviously wasn't.
The fact was that he was desperate to keep his daughter safe and that had made him territorial.
The fur along his shoulders bristled and he shook his head, the blue and white feather behind his ear, flapping in the wind. It was his gift from Mrost which allowed him to talk to the God whenever he desired.
"They're no use to me now." He snorted, moving to step carefully and protectively over his kill. "I caught what I came for." At the compliment however he seemed to raise his head and look a little proud. Yes, crushing the weak ones was always so much more fun. It gave him the great feeling of power that he always seemed to crave.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:31 pm
"No use to you now, yes, but you may need them to keep returning to this area. Where a lion kills with such disregard for those about him whom have lost with his gain it breeds hatred and contempt. While you may think nothing of these creatures when you take them one on one, it might be noted that they allow us to take them as such. If we abuse that, and they were to turn on us all together, a solitary lion such as you or I would have little luck at all..."
Nyota paid little attention to the reaction he was likely to get, rather turning to groom one of his paws in a lazy, haughty sort of manner. He didn't seem to be all that threatened by the other lion, though he did not rise to challenge him either. Physical attacks weren't something that he gave in to often, preferring instead to challenge another's mind. Wit and attitude could get you much in this world, after all, that brutality could not. Still, it was senseless to write such things off entirely. "You may want to get that back to the child, though, before it gets cold."
The lion did watch him then, through that gift of prepherial vision and the heightened hearing that, if used properly, could be just as useful a tool as sight. He wasn't entirely certain this assumption was correct, for while he smelled a young one on the wind--and he assumed the scent came from the male's fur--he could just as easily have confused the scent with a cheetah kit or even the antelope itself. The smell of blood was heavy in the air, after all, and blurred many other scents together. It was even possibly that he was picking the scent up off of himself, as he hadn't had Misae with him long enough to have fully blocked her scent from his notice.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 12:24 am
"Shut up you fool." Hakan hissed. "These creatures were oput here to die, to feed us. Whether they run and hide matters not. I would find them." Hakan had never been taught the ways of hunting. He had been given two hunting lessons from his mother and whilst he had learnt how to do it he had inherited his own brutal way. He had found it effective and quite enjoyable and wondered what the fuss was about. "How they die doesn't matter, they all end up in the same place."
Then he grabbed the dead beast by the throat and began to drag it, pausing when the other spoke again.
"You stay away!" He spat the words as if they were sharpened claws. "This might be freelands but I live here. Got that?"
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 4:28 pm
"Temper, temper," Nyota drawled, raising a slow brow at the other's reaction. The light smirk on his lips didn't waver, but the expression was somehow neither laughing or humorless, "The child's in no danger.. so long as you don't let her too near the herds, i'd expect."
He watched the other male for awhile, then shook his head slowly. "A fool?" He asked quietly, voice implying that the expression was more rhetorical than anything else. He sighed, a chuckle underlying it, and shook his head. Raising, the lithe lion made his way slowly out of the tree and made his way off back towards his own little den. "A fool, perhaps, but rather a fool that can see than one blind to all but his own pride; fool is the easier disease to kill than vainglory."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 9:29 am
Hakan was a prideful lion and he had an ego that was large enough for five males. Yet he had a reason. He was a High Priest, he was important and he was a strong and mighty warrior. How dare this...this rogue come onto his little part of the world and act so flippant!
Anger swelled in him like the roar of the ocean and it bubbled up from his throat until he was forced to release it in a mighty, enraged bellow. To those in the area they might have thought it distant thunder, but truly it was the sound of Hakan's rage inflating.
He had dropped his prize by now and was glaring at the other lion with his eyes glinting brilliantly. He could feel the strength of the God's being flowing through him and almost hear Mrost urging him on.
However, it was possibly the male's words about Hakan's daughter that most riled him. Kimondo was quite capable of taking care of herself, she was a fine and strong lady! He loved her with all his heart.
With the other lion walking away, Hakan took his chance to teach this 'witty' one a lesson. His great bulk moved slow at first but he was speeding up, his muscled body surging across the ground.
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