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Was It Meant To Be?
« Thread Started on Jan 1, 2006, 6:46am »

Black shadow appeared from between two Himalayan Pines. Powerful pads reached up and struck the trunk of one. Talons leapt out from within the obsidian pads as the large Jaguar dug his talons into the rough wood. Whiskers twitched as he backed away, amberite optics scanning the terra up and down. The view was spectacular, completely untouched by a two-legger's pad. Rippling muscles set the massive assassin into motion, moving between the scattered trees. A cool breeze blew gently as Simba suddenly stopped dead.

Razor trap parted as a loud roar was edmitted. It echoed out through the silent terra. No challenging answer. Confident that the land was empty, the black creature leapt up as nimble as a young cub and a rumbling roar came from deep within his throat. The roar of claiming. Massive pads slammed onto the rocky surface as he climbed up onto a low ridge that looked over the widespread pine forests. Many caves lay around. Rounded auds flicked as the assassin heard the call of a stag. Talons retreated into the massive black pads while muscles set the large form of the black Jaguar onto the ground. Razor trap once again parted and the words rolled off his coarse tongue smooth as silk.

"The terra is claimed by me... Simba. It will be known as the Mwindaji Clan"

« Last Edit: Jan 1, 2006, 6:47am by .:: Simba ::. »

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Untamed, Unrestrained

Call me Simba
Bestow upon me male organs
Follow me for eight years
Search with me for the Panthera Onca [Jaguar]
Love me be no one
Help give life to none
Stay with me in the Mwindaji Clan
See me as the Tom

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Re: Was It Meant To Be?
« Reply #1 on Jan 2, 2006, 7:55pm »

Her light feathery paw steps could be heard as they hit the ground in an orderly fashion against the dull covered foliage. Her keen golden orbs watched the place with curiosity, paw steps stopping occasionally while she sniffed at the bracken and pines. But out of the lonely mists from where she was traveling came the roar of the jaguar, and giving a smirk the Bengal tiger crept to where the tom could be seen properly.

He was jet black head to two with his bright amber pools. Rasaita looked much different from the panther, her vivid black stripes overlaying the bright orange peltage of a tiger. Her eyes were golden with tints of green inwebbed inside. She had a larger frame, speaking she was a tiger but much smaller then her brother the Siberian tiger. Rasaita was a Bengal tiger and had less coating as the Siberian.

Padding calmly towards the shadow she listened to his words and gave a little giggle. Watching him again with her lemon like eyes, she dipped her head and flicked her tail in respect at the new Tom. This was unlike the fiery and defiant cat that burned selfishly in her heart. Was she giving respect towards him? Or was it pity? Well, Rasaita would never know.

She raised her dipped crown back to the original proud frame and then stealthily leaped on top a fallen pine with a cool look on her face. Auds twitched in his direction and the she-tiger gave him a piercing stare full of curiosity. Looking away mildly, her gaze wandered around the place and with a cooing purr she glanced back to the jag.

You are the Tom I presume. I come and search for a place to live. If you please, I would be grateful for shelter and homestead here. She murmured thickly with some sarcasm. My name is Rasaita if you're wondering. added Rasaita with haste.

Thoughts from her memories poured out of her mind like a jug of lemonade poured the tangy liquid into cups. Clan of Canteo Wyne said a voice in her head. This was indeed the place she had left, deep in the jungles of India...

There she was, curled in a knitted little ball at her feet like a helpless kit. Jumari, the traitor that everyone believed innocent. Rasaita being blamed for every treacherous deed that she had done. Why would Rasaita kill her own family, the Clan Leaders? The ones who had raised her to be great and powerful like them? Jumari was also the daughter of them, but everyone loved the albino chosen one!

Rasaita lowered her crown, a deep and dangerous purring eloping her throat. Tail twitched as the tiger below her gave a wail of distress to the clan whom were no where. Rasaita would kill her sister before any entered. Before they knew, then she would run and wait for them to find the carcass rotting away in the forest. Vengeance would finally be hers!

But the momentous glory was shattered as lithe shapes came strolling into the clearing with dark looks of rage playing on their striped faces. "Our dear little Rasi! What are you doing?" Murmured the tigers in bitter sarcasm. Rasaita gave a roar of anger and in that second Jumari rolled from under her belly and to wards the largest of them all...there brother Caliou. "She, she tried to kill me! Give her the sentence Caliou!" but before any notions could be taken, Ras had sprung past them and away from the jungle clearing, others pursuing behind her....

The breeze blowed into her face as she remembered the thoughts chaining her mind. Her bowed head raised again, and with remembrance looked towards the panther. A smile tinged her cheeks and then her tail twitched as she waited for the answer.

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Re: Was It Meant To Be?
« Reply #2 on Jan 2, 2006, 9:00pm »

Powerful cranium swung 'round to stare into the deep golden green optics of the Bengal Tiger. Razor trap clenched but this was no other tom. This was just a queen looking for a home. Or was it so? Massive pads clutched to the rocky surface as he nimble as a cub, leapt back onto the alpine soil. Amberite optics gleamed bright as he stood not far from Rasaita. No emotion. The assassin stuck true to his code. Not friendly. Not even to eligible clan members. Obsidian cranium was held high. Did she show respect? By the looks of it. The Bengal queen spoke her cause and her calling. Sharp razors retreated into the furry pad of the black Jaguar with liquid smoothness.

Simba would give her a chance. It wouldn't be hard to chase her out. Though she was bigger than him... that was a considerable point. Still, the silence was thick except for the birds that carolled in the treetops or the calling of the desperate stag. The Jag reached out to the back of his mind. Where memories of his that he never wanted to remember. None of his sires or dams had been the leader before. His siblings were in the fur trade. Skinned alive word had reached him. Simba snapped back to attention like an army soldier. He was alone in this savage world. Yet a small smile crept onto his obsidian maw, he liked it that way.

Flexible muscles lowered the silent form of the black Jaguar to the ground. Bright amber optics focused on Rasaita. He had made her wait long enough. Razor trap parted to reveal the razors that lay within it. Words danced out smooth as silk. "Lo' there Rasaita. You are welcome to stay" tone was emotionless. A kind of monotone. Cranium was jerked upwards towards the many caves and dens that lay hidden in thick pine forest. Then without another word Simba gave a low grunt and climbed up the ridge again to watch for others. Once up there however, a small smirk came. Others were welcomed. Just don't expect a very warm greeting.

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Re: Was It Meant To Be?
« Reply #3 on Jan 14, 2006, 4:04pm »

The tiger came through. Great paws swiping the ground beneath him. The great brute looked up. Sniffed the air and continued through the Terra. Someone else was here. And he wanted to meet them. His great shoulder blades stopped. The great brute again sniffed the cold air. This time there was two other felines.
Where could i even stay for thy night. This could be the place where if find shelter and food. Though i shall miss the freedom of a lone tiger."
He continued on wards until a sudden thought came to the great brutes head.
What if thy not want me here. I may have to seek out another place to be
The large tiger continued on wards on his long and tiring journey. There were no streams which could pass and the only other felines were those of there scent. And the scent was even faded.
Rade sat down and thought.
Then for some odd reason the scent became stronger then those of time before.
The great brute got up and ran over to where the scent was coming from.
The two felines came into view.
"You must be the tom of these Terra's."
Rade bowed in an odd manner. and looked back up.
"I am thy one they call Rade. And i come here to seek shelter for i have no other place to go."
Rade felt a bit embarrassed for butting in just like that and was getting ready to be punished by his naught.

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