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Post by \\ Elipsical // ¬ \\ Akasha // on Feb 4, 2006 4:37:07 GMT -5
The 2 year old blinked her ice blue eyes before in a flash of white the hare disappeared. Elle thumped on the ground in exasperation, at her hopeless attempts at catching prey. The white femme growled and raised her hackles in pathetic groaning at herself. With such a light, agile build she could run, being nothing more then a blur of ivory against the sun kissed grass, but for larger prey she lacked the strength and size to bring it down. She wandered alone the edge of a Grey boulder, nothing special. Just a boulder. Elle's imagination started up again, she wished something exciting happened to her, nothing ever happened to her. Her Icy glare seemed to melt the rock before her. She continued to walk, her paws lightly stepping on the dead grass that used to be so lush, but now brushfires were common eating up the grass that kept the prey. Elle lowered her head and sniffed a trail, deer prints! At last she found food, she hadn't eaten for three days, and was starting to weaken. She zoomed carelessly among the plains and then stopped, she crouched low and spotted a deer, a baby deer. Crying so mournfully Elle almost felt sorry for it, she focused her attention on it and ran lightly, pouncing before the deer even blinked. It cried even more and kicked out, their hooves may be small but they hurt if hit in the right spot. Elle backed off for a second, then hastily ripped on the deers throat. Sinking her white fangs into fresh meat, she savored each bite and had swallowed almost all the meat. She suddenly felt lazy, and rather sleepy. The sun along with a full belly does strange things to you. She carelessly lowered her guard next to a carcass and the next thing she woke up, it was starting to get dark and a scavenger bird was finishing picking the bones clean before flying off at the sudden sight of an disgruntled tiger. She stretched and stood up, hearing a slight crack noise behind her.....
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Post by Palla || Daedalus on Feb 4, 2006 10:45:56 GMT -5
Daedalus silently cursed himself for snapping that twig under his massive paw. Now that his position was given away, he snarled and leapt out towards the ivory-hued femme, his eyes like two brands of fire. The huge siberian circled her, disappointed that she was so young. Not old enough to bear cubs, but he could wait. Or he just might drive her out for trespassing in his territory. "Welcome to my territory, tigress. Would you like the grand tour, or are you too busy killing my prey?" His voice was deeper than the deepest sea, and colder than ice as he growled at her. Hackles raised and tail twitching, he flexed his claws in and out of the dirt beneath his mits.
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Post by \\ Elipsical // ¬ \\ Akasha // on Feb 4, 2006 15:53:28 GMT -5
Ice femmora's crystalised optics surveyed the massive brute before her, she raised her head and leapt to the side to escape being pounced on. Shaking twigs and dirt off her moonwashed pelt. Piercing blue eyes looked up and the young fae listened lazily to his words, when she spoke her tone was smooth, and cold "It's alright, Brute I was done here anyway" She caesed this moment to turn, only to come again face to face with him, she jumped back in surprise. Slightly annoyed she growled under her breath, although she knew if he decided to attack her her light, young frame wouldn't stand a chance
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Post by Palla || Daedalus on Feb 4, 2006 16:14:05 GMT -5
He snarled loathingly at the stupid cub. Such impudence was punishable in his book. With a growl that shook the tree branches, Daedalus lifted a dinnerplate sized paw above her head, and, eyes blazing with the strength of the sun, brought it down, hoping it would slash her face open. Unsatisfied, he raked one claw on her ivory hued ear, aiming to notch it noticibly for all to see. Feeling as though he had taught the rude little adolescent a lesson, he snarled again, and then a roar echoed through the Outcast lands, causing birds and prey alike to scatter. Branches trembled with the force and volume of his voice. In the distance, a small avalanche could be heard in the mountains. "Well, if you're quite done depriving me of my own food, uninvited little git, why don't you run along?" With another angry growl, the siberian waited for her to leave him in peace, muscles tensed.
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Post by \\ Elipsical // ¬ \\ Akasha // on Feb 4, 2006 16:34:27 GMT -5
Her eyes blazed and she did not make a move to leave, feeling a sharp pain onto her ear she growled again under her breath, her eyes flashed coldly before she reluclently lowered her head, and her words were barely above a whisper "I'm sorry M'lord" she said. She raised her head again, her light eyes shimmering with slight fear. Her hackles raised but she stayed where she was, low to the ground in acknowledgement of his presence, she stared hard closer to the heavens, a slight breeze ruffling Ivory fur. She finally rightened her posture amd spoke the words that had not a trace of coldness, from the ice femme "I'm sorry if we got on, on the wrong paw, I'm Elipsical (Elle-eep-sick-al ;D)"
(Sorry writers block X.x)
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Post by Palla || Daedalus on Feb 5, 2006 7:57:32 GMT -5
Daedalus relaxed the hackles, and razor sharp claws shrunk back into their furry homes. This certainly was a change of plans. This little adolescent sure was interesting. She might be a fine addition to his pack. "Lord Daedalus, ruler of the Outcasts. But please, call me Dae." The flaming eyes still smoldered, but they did not show the ferocity they once did. He sat presently, gently wiping Elle's blood off on the fresh grass. "May I call you Elle?" Despite his malevolent demeanor, the massive siberian was capable of fine manners. His face, now devout of anger and intimidation, relaxed into a handsome form, with a strong, angled jaw and smooth, perfectly symetrical stripes adorning his russet fur.
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Post by \\ Elipsical // ¬ \\ Akasha // on Feb 5, 2006 16:37:09 GMT -5
She smiled slightly and nodded "If you must...Dae" she winced as her ear continued to bleed and she backed off a little bit. Her eyes still slightly showing fear, her crystalised eyes looked away, watching the windswept grass. Her mind was aloft and her eyes clouded over, deep in thought. She flicked her tail and lay down, her eyes still watching the lands. Yet her good ear was focused on the brute
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