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Post by LEO LION on Dec 9, 2009 0:36:54 GMT -5
 DON'T GO IN THERE[ you’ll become one, freaky creatures, monster party ]Toes spread as feet drummed against the ground in the frantic rhythm of panic. Its eyes wide, the pupils so far retracted that they were hardly visible dots in a vast sea of yellow-green that swallowed the black and gave no quarters. The crop of brown hair whipped about its face and the back of its head, ears twitched, their black lining clearly viewed from the soft grey and the muddy brown. The lion was fleeing something, clearly, but what could possibly make such a courageous creature flee like a kitten who’d just heard a vacuum for the first time in it’s life?
The jungle around the grey adolescent was alive, the thick canopy blocked most of the harsh sunlight, though it dotted and speckled the ground in patches – light didn’t matter much to the lion though, who’s eyes worked much better in the darkness – the large leaves of the trees flickering from a gentle wind. Insects sang from both above and below, just as the colorful birds of paradise let their voices ring, to Antony, who had never ventured into the jungle alone before, such a sound created was terrifying and eerie.
She finally slowed her pace, chancing a quick glimpse behind her, glancing over her shoulder. She licked her black lips, wetting her nose as well, air puffed from her lungs in short spurts, she was exhausted from her run but adrenaline kept her moving, kept her standing.
There was nothing behind her. At least nothing currently, it had vanished, or perhaps been distracted by something and gone chasing after something else. She took a slow breath, inhaling, exhaling. Finally a moment’s reprieve, it was a godsend, this moment to relax after such much running. Her muscles ached and her lungs strained for every last bit of oxygen that they could gather. She chanced another glance behind her…
And she was running again, would that thing never relent? She glanced again while she was running, the object bobbed up and down behind her, and then realization struck. That was her tail. She blushed beneath her grey fur, and looked around her, chest still heaving. Well that was embarrassing, she thought to herself, I hope no one saw that.
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Post by lysander on Dec 18, 2009 6:11:21 GMT -5
One paw first, then another, then the other, and the next and over again. Keep balance with your tail. Your tail. He thought it a strange sensation to think of it as his own. And it went on like this, as he forced himself to keep track of all the different moving body parts he had to be aware of at every moment. Unlike some, who came into the Pridelands, and immediately knew how to move, how to carry themselves and so on, Lysander did not come with that innate sense (possibly because he was partially detached from his body in even some of the most basic senses by his magic) and so every time he came by this strange world, he had to relearn.
Which made remaining on his paws infinitely hard when a gray blur burst beneath him in its rocket path through the jungle. It was just barely that he saw the whorl of brown hair upon her head. It took a few confused blinks and a sudden look of shocked surprise before Lysander realized that the person running away was, like him, a... person? Or a something of some sort. And if they were running, then they must be in some sort of panic!
In a quick whipping of paws and muscle the cat launched himself off in through the foliage in the direction of the younger. His long black mane, considerably longer than a more 'natural' cheetah, snapped to and fro as he dodged over roots and branches in his way. Up ahead, in moments he saw the small gray lion. Skidding deeply into the ground a short ways off, Lysander dragged in deep breaths. "Are you okay?"[/color] He spared no time with introductions, thinking this must be a time of great urgency.
Strangely enough, atop his head, a cowboy hat was pulled snugly. Pink, no less.[/size]
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Post by LEO LION on Dec 21, 2009 16:56:27 GMT -5
BEND THE NIGHTMARE[ you control it artful dodger, easy does it ] Her claws had dug deep gashes in the ground where they had met the earth and left clumps of dirt littering her path. It wouldn’t be very difficult for the cheetah to follow her trail, it was rather blatant. The Barbary lion panted, her chest heaved as her tongue lolled from her mouth and great puffs of breath was expelled from her lungs. The atmosphere of the jungle was hot and humid, if she could sweat it would be stuck to her skin underneath her fur – but as a cat her sweat glands were nonexistent and thus the heat was excluded via her breathing.
A sound behind her made her start. She spun around just in time to see a cheetah looking frantic. The first thought that came into her mind was that he was being chased by those damned Heartless. She would’ve darted away again too, had he not started talking to her. Her cheeks got hot under her grey pelt, as if she was blushing, and a look of embarrassment crossed her face. “Well… I was…” She started. “But I lost its trail... so… er- yes I’m fine.” Antony thought it better to lie than admit she’d been running from something that was attached to her – since birth even, how could she ever mistaken her tail as a monster? She’d just have to apologize to it later. Her words had been rather rushed, and there were frequent pauses for her to gather her composure and recover from her run. It felt like she’d run for miles.
Then it occurred to her that something odd was on his head. She dropped down to the ground. “Um… sir…” She spoke very quietly and the look in her blue eyes expressed worry. “There’s something on your head.” She pointed with her paw, voice hushed in a whisper in hopes of that pink thing either not being able to hear her or not being able to understand what she was saying. If it moved she would bolt, it was decided, she couldn’t wait around for a Heartless or a pink head-eater to catch her.
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Post by lysander on Jan 20, 2010 1:07:02 GMT -5
Lysander was still panting when the other recounted what had happened, however brief and ambiguous. Still, to Lysander, who was sometimes taken in by the stories of others, this young lioness seemed to be simply out of breath and frustrated at the loss of her prey. He could not tell any embarrassment, fear, or cowardice. To him, it was nonexistent, although maybe it was just that he wasn't familiar with the body language of felines.
"Oh this?"[/color] He tilted his head up into the hat, and let it fall down over one eye, smirking at the other before nodding his head back and getting the brim out of his face. "Where I come from, lots of people wear them. It's called a hat. It's kind of like... A normal part of me. It's like having a tail on your head."[/color] Pawing at the ground restlessly, the cheetah glanced to and fro in the jungle, trying to focus on the cub before him and the noise surrounding. "But where I'm from, lots of things are strange."[/color]
He drew in a deep sigh, and collapsed in dramatic boredom. "So. Do you need any help tracking down the ferocious beast you were following?"[/color][/size]
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Post by LEO LION on Feb 10, 2010 5:58:23 GMT -5
BEND THE NIGHTMARE[ you control it artful dodger, easy does it ] “I’ve never heard of that before… a hat? I don’t know why you would want a tail on your head though.” She glanced at hers which was resting on the ground, evil little thing had its own brain she was sure of it. Her lips began to curl back into a snarl before the tall cheetah was talking again. Her attention returned to him, large green eyes watching him with curiosity. “You speak like you don’t come from the Savannah. I’m from the jungle myself – well more like the cliffs beyond the jungle, but still. It’s certainly not the Pride Lands.”
She shut up, rambling again, rambling was never a good thing. She needed help. Malady’s cliff was overrun with strange evil creatures, she needed to find something to help her fight them – or rather fight them for her. “W-what?! Are you crazy? Track down monsters like those… those… THING?! No way, uh-huh! You couldn’t bribe me with the freshest zebra meat to get me to go after any ferocious beasts.” She seemed to almost pull up, her hair bristled out and she stood on all fours, back arched and a wild look in her eyes. Her white claws pressed into the earth as she shivered a little (but obviously not from cold).
“And besides… I was… uh… running from my tail.” She murmured the last part, and her cheeks warmed under their gray fur. It was humiliating, but better than the alternative of searching out a terrifying monster and fighting it. That was beyond what she wanted to do, way beyond it. She would much rather hide behind a rock, or in a bush, or better yet a cave.
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Post by lysander on Feb 17, 2010 1:16:59 GMT -5
Lysander lowered his body to the ground, crossing his front paws over each other and resting his chin upon them. His eyes followed Antony in a conversational manner; neither too focused nor too dismissive. Even as a predatory cat, Lysander couldn't evade the ingrained presence of his western decorum and polite mannerisms. With a deliberated curl of his neck he swished one of his extra long locks out of his eyes. And when she seemed ignorant to the presence of other places beyond those in her immediate vicinity, the cheetah-cowboy didn't so much as blink.
Tactfully dodging her implications that he was a foreigner, he focused on Antony's cowardly statements. "Pffft. Monsters are nothin'. I've tracked things down that'd make your skin crawl right off your back if you looked 'em in the eyes, and I've taken good care of 'em too. Things a lot bigger and scarier than your tail, little one." [/color] He seemed slightly entertained by the other's cowardice, and didn't have any trouble exploiting it a little bit for some good banter. Conversation was hard to find these days, especially conversations with strangers; giving up something of that nature would be like handing over the keys to El Dorado for a bag of peanuts just because you could use a snack.[/size][/blockquote] |
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao