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Post by Angela on Jul 24, 2007 18:01:29 GMT -5
((Not sure if you noticed...I posted my reply to this on the Banished board...))
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Post by Kohana (Ash) on Jul 24, 2007 22:28:08 GMT -5
A white lioness crept along the ground. She was a simple looking creature, only thing odd about her was the flower birthmark beneath her right eye. Her eyes were the color of limes. She moved forward on her belly. "Just a little more..." She muttered to herself. Once in sight, she sprang forward onto a zebra, catching it by the hind quarter, she dug her fangs into its hide. "Gomanasai. [Sorry]." She said to the zebra. She sprang off it.
The zebra turned, a look of wild fear in its eyes. It reared, making one of its fear calls, it sprang off.
The lioness stood there, she raised her paw, licking it softly. "I have no need to shed blood." She muttered to herself. She, was not lion, it seemed. Her pelt was radiant, almost glowing.
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Post by Angela on Jul 26, 2007 22:18:30 GMT -5
((And so comes Jagati, a legend to most, but very real.)) The grass was rustling at such a fast pace, that it was barely recognisable. Chunks of dirt from one place got kicked into the air so fast that in the blink of the eye they were in another. And still, the legendary Jagati was slowing down. Though he did not need food quite so often as most creatures of similar appearance, it was an unavoidable necessity of life. Luckily for him, he had begun to tire in the feeding grounds. The herds did not stir at his approach, mistaking him for a gust of wind. One moment he was charging, the next he had trampled a gazelle. It would do to keep he fed enough for several more years...though they would go by all too quickly.
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Post by Kohana (Ash) on Jul 27, 2007 10:49:59 GMT -5
The white lioness moved onto the highest rock, a silouhette against the sun, she could be seen against the savannah. "Hmph. Such a lowsome place." She commented as she raised her paw, licking it lightly. "Home is much better then this...place." The word 'place' hissed from her mouth with disgust.
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Post by Angela on Jul 27, 2007 11:08:04 GMT -5
((The timing on all of the boards here is the same. Your lioness can not be two places at once. Is she hunting or in the pride lands? I also do not appreciate you're lions acting as if the lands were as desolate as the lands of the Banished. The Great Pride and it's surrounding area are a beautiful place. I understand that they would prefer their home, but their home is no better than here. Just different.))
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Post by Angela on Aug 1, 2007 20:15:53 GMT -5
A light greenish form slunk along through the tall savannah grass, enormous ears swiveling to catch any sound that would give away his prey. With a graceful leap, he was airbourne. The mouse didn't expect the attack from above, and was caught by the sly serval. He scooped it up proudly, looking for a rock upon which he could strip its furs. His eyes caught sight of a large, brightly colored lion snacking on a gazelle, but he was gone in the blink of an eye. The smaller cat shrugged it off, discarding it as a simple trick of the eye.
((Blegh, short. This is Sache, my Serval. He can be found in the Non-lion section of the character boards))
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