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Post by EbonyPatriot on Sept 14, 2005 20:32:58 GMT -5
OOC: Ah. I was wondering about that.
BIC: All through the early afternoon Vetus lopes along, the youngsters in tow. His lungs are as strong as the oak tree; his muscles are stronger than iron- he can keep this up all day. Little Sollew isn't as lucky.
She's tired- dead tired. It feels as if the pads of her paws have been worn off; she even looks over her shoulder, fully expecting to see bloody pawprints.
And yet...yet she can't ask for a rest. The others seem to be having no problem; and, darn, she wasn't going to appear to be weaker, less than them...
Vetus halts. "What is it?" the little Lynx asks, trying to hide the relief from her voice.
"Something's in the bushes..." muttered the Cave Lion, his voice a rumbling growl.
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Post by Kia on Sept 26, 2005 17:56:28 GMT -5
OOC: Kia isn't dead, she and kera just weren't in this thread. BIC: PurpleBerry all of a sudden appeared in a forrest. She sees some animals and hides in a bush. She steps on a twig and her body stiffens, causing the bushes to rustle. She gulps and lowers her body, waiting for her death...
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Post by Kirchy on Sept 26, 2005 18:10:16 GMT -5
Sash sniffs at the bushes and immediatly recongnizes the scent. She starts running and leaps over the bush, right in front of PurpleBerry, scaring her half to death and crying out, "HEY, PB!"
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Post by Kia on Sept 26, 2005 18:13:43 GMT -5
PB screams at the top of her lungs and runs at top speed.
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Post by Kirchy on Sept 26, 2005 18:20:22 GMT -5
Sash rolls her eyes at PB's reaction and chases after her. "It's ok, PB! It's me!" she calls to her, trying to calm her down.
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Post by Kia on Sept 29, 2005 20:04:05 GMT -5
PB stops and looks at Sash. She tackles her and growls.
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Post by Kirchy on Sept 29, 2005 20:05:59 GMT -5
"Hey! It was just a joke!" Sash exclaimes as she pushes her sister off of her. She qucickly gets on her feet and runs back to the others.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Sept 30, 2005 19:55:01 GMT -5
OOC: ACK!!! Sorry I wasn't able to post sooner. BIC: Vetus's instinct is to spring after the fleeing stranger, to run her down, to kill, to feast on her tender flesh... But Vetus isn't stupid; he knows perfectly well that Lions who have turned over new leaves do not devour innocent strangers. Thus, the Cave Lion sits down, his muscles restrained with agony. "Stay here," commands Nyctea as she alights on a dead branch, her amber flaring at her brother. Kojak reluctantly flutters to her side. "Why?" he snaps, his golden gaze boring into hers. Nyctea sighs- a sigh dripping with exasperation. "Oh Kojak, use your head! The last thing she needs is for a strange raptor to chase after her!" "How do you know it's a her?" clacks Specter, mustard-yellow irises etched with disappointment- would they ever reach their destination? Before Nyctea can reply, Vetus interrupts. "Nyctea, will you watch Sollew for me? I want to get food for the interloper." Kojak's black beak drops open- first Sollew, now the newcomer. Has Vetus's black heart grown three sizes larger? "Of course," the Snowy shrugs. With a brief nod of gratitude, Vetus turns and slinks through the woods. --- A ptarmigan, her amber feathers dappled with her snowy winter plumage, puffs up her avian pelt to ward off the early autumn chill. Her cloud-colored feet shuffle on the leafy ground; her sharp, liquid-eyed head twists from side to side. Something's wrong... A rustle in brush, and at once the ptarmigan discovers the precise culprit of her unease. "A CAVE LION!!!!" she shrieks, her rounded wings churning the air. She's in the air; with every flap she's leaving the danger behind... A streak of a black paw; a flash of gleaming talons, and the bird falls to the ground with a heart-wrenching screech of utmost pain. Vetus slowly melts from the vegetation, his mask frozen with cold disinterest and he gingerly steps over the fallen segments of the ribcage. His fire-orange eyes reflect the gasping ptarmigan. The avian's chest has been slashed wide open; his talons have cleaved feathers, the large flight muscles that mount the chest, through the sawed off fragile, hollow bones, through to the now-visible beating heart. Spasms of shock torture her body. A single mercy paw-blow to the head; and the ptarmigan moves no more. The Cave Lion stares down at it, his tail switching slowly from side to side with indecision. Now when one Leo is to meet with another, it is proper leonine etiquette to present the host with the greatest of all delicacies known to Cave Lion- the heart of a prey animal. By contrast, a Lead Dire Wolf expects the liver. But what would, er, whatever that stranger was, prefer? Shrugging, Vetus decides to offer the entire bird as a gift. Gently picking up the still-warm carcass, the big cat starts back. --- At the appearance of her adopted father, Sollew rushes to greet him, yellow-green eyes a-glow with joy. Her black-tufted ears twist to the sounds of Sash and the runner returning. Halting, the little cub turns around. "Hello," calls Kojak in what he clearly believes is a claming voice. "What's your name, little pup?"
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Post by Kia on Oct 1, 2005 9:35:24 GMT -5
"I'm not little," PB replies before tackling Sash again.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Oct 2, 2005 10:45:47 GMT -5
"Compared to us- and especially myself, pup, you must certainly are little," explains a muffled voice. The huge Vetus slowly strides across the clearing until the wrestling dogs are reflected in those cold, fire-red eyes. The Cave Lion sets the ptarmigan on the ground and nudges the pain-twisted bird towards the youth.
"A gift," Vetus explains, raising his head. "As a sign of my good will. I was not sure which part of the beast you would prefer. Help yourself to whatever you want- as you can see, the chest has already been open.
Sollew scuttles under the mighty big cat and peers shyly at the dog from behind her protector's foreleg. A slight, uncontrollable shudder vibrates her pelt at the sight of the ptarmigan's gaping chest and screeching face- what a horrible death. Desperate to clear her mind of such un-predator-like thoughts, Sollew lifts her gaze to stare at the odd-colored dogs.
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Post by Kia on Oct 2, 2005 13:15:25 GMT -5
PB growls at the others. "Who are they?" she asks Sash.
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Post by Kirchy on Oct 2, 2005 18:46:47 GMT -5
"They're my friends," Sash explains as soon as she pushes PB off of her. "Everyone, this is my little sister, PurpleBerry."
"Hello, PurpleBerry," Kirchy greets her. "My name's Kirchy."
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Oct 5, 2005 20:48:22 GMT -5
Vetus's eyes fill with admiration for PB's courage in growling at the menagerie of owls and big cats- and mocking laughter at the stupidity of doing such an action to a creature powerful enough to disembowel her with one swipe. Shaking away such blood-lusting thoughts, the Cave Lion's ears flicker as Sash reveals that Purpleberry is her sister; he should have guessed, really- how many mammals have fur that appears to have been colored with bright pastels? "Greetings, PB," replies Vetus, dipping his head in respect. "I am Vetus, Leo of the Skoll Pride. This is my little daughter, Sollew," he continues, motioning to the young Lynx. Sollew manages a minute smile.
Kojak and Nyctea drift to the ground. "Howdy, PB," grins Kojak. "My name's Kojak and this is my sister, Nyctea. And-" here the Snowy extends a foamy-feathered cloud-colored wing to the grouchy elder raptor. "That curmudgeon over there is Specter."
Specter's neck feathers rise with indignation; but the bird does not reply.
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Post by Kia on Oct 6, 2005 19:18:40 GMT -5
PB growls again. "Why are you friends with them?" she asks.
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Post by Kirchy on Oct 6, 2005 19:23:09 GMT -5
Sash rolls her eyes at her sister's ignorance. "You're pretty rude," she says to her. "They just introduced themselves and all you can do is growl? Be a little nicer. As of why they're my friends, that's a long story. They're helping me find a thunderbird so I can get home. Well, you'll need to come with me too of course."
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