Antigone
New Arrival
The present is a gift. Why else is it called the 'present'?
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Post by Antigone on Jan 16, 2006 22:30:44 GMT -5
Twilight had crept upon the stream, its glow intensifying beyond belief. It shined like melted diamonds. Summer was in the air. The sun shone bright, nights were long and warm, and the feeling of love was in the air. For all except one being. A butterfly with painted purple wings flitted about, gathering the nectar from the flowers that had not yet become fruit. With its belly full, it lit upon a tree root to rest, opening and closing its wings in silent contentment. Suddenly, a blurr or orange and black burst through the bushes, interrupting the beautiful insect's peace. It fled into the air, searching for an escape. But the giant orange something would not stop the pursuit. With a purr of amusement, the little cub leapt into the air as the butterfly flew higher and higher. She batted playfully at it, not intending to hurt it, but simply fascinated, almost hypnotized by its elegant purple wings. Antigone wanted the wings to stay open so she could look at it, but when it landed the wings closed, hiding their slendor. So chasing was the only alternative for simply watching. This logic was unfallible, so the young cub only stopped when the tiny creature disappeared into the higher branches of a nearby oak. With a sigh, she peered around, wondering where she was. Antigone gasped. The stream! What was wrong with it? She toddled over to it, staring with wide eyes. O how it glimmered in the low light! The cub reached out a curious paw and dipped it in. The water rushed in between her toes with soothing gentleness. She flexed her short claws in and out, sighing with comfort. This was probably the best thing that had happened to Antigone since she lost her family. She lied down in the fresh grass, and closed her amber eyes, letting the water sooth her troubled mind.
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White Raven
The Creator
Ill Messenger
Step lightly, but don't cross my path. Death comes swiftly upon unshethed claws.
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Post by White Raven on Jan 17, 2006 17:18:50 GMT -5
((I want to bring White Raven into this, but she's busy. )
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Post by nyro on Jan 26, 2006 9:49:44 GMT -5
Optics of Nyro flashed in the dieing light of the day and everything was distorted slightly in the odd twist of star-shine. A young feline played carelessly by the stream chasing something unseen by the ceazar. Abruptly it stopped its play and Nyro was left staring after it as it moved into a place he could not view. Something about this tiny ess intrigued him, as though pricking some faded memory of himself in rotations gone past... Shaking his visage slightly as though clearing it of these unwanted thoughts he stepped forth revealing himself to the night. Still the young bruja did not notice Nyro, so lost in her thoughts was she that the great brute could step closer and watch her with interest. Silenced, for once by her gentle actions he swung his crown looking to the crystal stream that rushed past, preserving the quiet beauty of the liquid. Nyro shook himself, unnerved by the peace that even the oxygen around him carried. So used to violence was the ceazar that the simple effort of the tiny river was shocking. It was an obscure type of kindness that this stream seemed to offer in its cool waters that washed away all thought. He wanted to to lay there, like the bruja beside him, and bask in the darkness but he could not. The tigeress twitched slightly in her slumber and Nyro backed, without a sound, into the undergrowth. He did not leave the place however. In the shadow of dence foliage, and sent covered by the think oder of flowers, he fell into the blank wonder of sleep.
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Post by //.Natika.\\ //.Saber.\\ on Jan 26, 2006 13:46:03 GMT -5
Natika walked into the clearing by the stream smelling the deep sent of a male and another. Her paws let her claws escape them and she pawed the ground fearlessly and moved swiftly throught the clearing seeing a tiny cub and a slumbering bruja. She moved forward and close to the bruja her paw pushed claws back into them and she quickly swiped it upon the brute's ear to awaken him. She moved back quickly knowing the temperment of some of the other tigers she had seen in her life and he was much larger then her. Her feirce temper arose inside her remembering a fight with another tigeress she had encountered she had mearly killed the other before she could've killed Natika. Her skull looked down to the laying bruja as she waited for his slumber to end.
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Post by nyro on Jan 26, 2006 18:47:33 GMT -5
Annoyance rose in Nyro's bod as some ignorant fool slashed a talon free pad across his acoustic. Ebon optics flicked open at same instant as maw to let out a warning growl. To his surprise, before him stood a sturdy yet pretty young ess. But Nyro would not be swayed by looks. The strange enchantment like calm that has been placed over him by the river was gone and Nyro's rested bod was ready for battle. He stared at this annoying femme and spat, words dripping from a blood thirsty mug. "What be thou reason to waken me?" His voice was calm with a deadly cold edge. He did not care for this ravens curse for that was unimportant. All he wanted to know was where she came from and why she had thought it suitable to awaken this beast. Enormous tangerine pads on long muscular stilts advanced toward this tigress. Nyro waited for a response, his orbs clouding with venomous inpatients.
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Post by //.Natika.\\ //.Saber.\\ on Jan 26, 2006 18:58:51 GMT -5
"Boredem and curiocity" she snapped her voice fierce. She stood her ground not edging away from the big bruja as he moved forward. Her claws emerged through her thick furred paws. She hissed out with a cold tone "Hunger ergered me to bestow my presence upon you two is better to make a quick kill to feat upon." Her eyes cold upon his as she stared into the others. She stood ready to fight for her life if the bruja attacked her. Her green optics scetched his placing into her mind so she would know of how to dodge the for waited attack upon her.
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Post by nyro on Jan 27, 2006 9:31:37 GMT -5
Czar thingyed ebon slashed visage to one side taking in everything that was said. Slowly his rested crown nodded as again words dribbled from his maw. "A valid reason." He muttered with no trace of hostility; the brujo's temper violent but not easily provoked. "I apologize for my rudeness M'lady, however, a smart maiden such as yourself should know better than to wake a sleeping brute." This time there was slight annoyance in his tone, accompanied with mockery. Talons swiftly carried Nyro to the other side of the maiden to inspect her from all sides. He would have cornered her but there was nowhere to use as a block. It was decided; if there were to be a fight, it would have to open and fair... But Nyro had no intention of attacking, yet. A cuff on the acoustic was no reason the battle! However it was a reason to hold a grudge. If this fair bi+ch ever annoyed him again she might be in for quite a fight. Nyro sat, waiting to see what she might do in response, if anything. He lifted one pad slowly to his mug and licked it clean, staring at this childish maiden.
ooc: Sorry about the shortness of my posts lately - I'm back in school and have v. little time!!
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Post by //.Natika.\\ //.Saber.\\ on Jan 28, 2006 11:58:15 GMT -5
She snarled at him "I like the risks I take like the one of awakening a brute such as your self." As he moved to her and was close to her she jump to the to face him agian. Her claws still exposed as if she was ready to fight. Atika moved gracefully in a circle around him her movement quick and rymatic. Her hypnotic green eyes watching him. She flicked her tail to show she was not dangerouse to him. Her green orbs stilll watching him closely.
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Post by nyro on Jan 28, 2006 20:00:42 GMT -5
Broad scull of Nyro nodded slowly up and down as acoustics took in her deary sound and blackened globes gazed at the forward bi+ch. He saw the stretch of her talons but also the flick of the ebon sliced whipcord. This maiden was obviously quite as full of contradictions as the brujo before her. The circling was an action of the proving of strength, however a moving tail was a clear mark of minority. She did not want to fight but was ready for one. Interesting. Nyro fell into pace circling around this bruja at her own speed, as was customary; the one how starts the fight sets the pace. Abruptly the brute stopped and mug was opened wide. Lengthy ivorys of an off-white color dangled threateningly from the lining of his maw. This was routine in civilized fights as a way of first sizing up the opponent and an opportunity for either to back down. A grin grew across the now closed kisser of Nyro as he thought of the likely size of the knives that resided in Natika’s maw. “Thou art very brave or very stupid.” Again, words of mockery flowed from this ever dripping mug. “Myself, I believe thou art stupid.” Now Nyro was edging away from civilized and into a region known as ridicule. In most parts of the land this was frowned upon by tigers, however what did Nyro care? He was always frowned upon. Again mug widened, showing his inpatients with a low growl. Natika would have to be faster on the take up if she wanted to be let out of this fight alive. It was clear she could not win, with size and strength against her, however Nyro might let her suffer on her boring life instead of suffering death. This was not decided yet of course; it all depended on how well she fought...
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Post by //.Natika.\\ //.Saber.\\ on Jan 29, 2006 0:18:22 GMT -5
Her pearl fangs showed almost the same size as his then a smirk crossed her muzzle "Hmmm brujo you may put up a good fight," she snarled. And in a low none violenty speech she spoke using her calm voice soft and low but with iced edges and spoke "I be not stupid brave yes but not stupid inless you count my acts of bravery stupid." She looked into haulted and look into his dark orbs with her bright emerald green ones. Her tale flicked agian in a way as though she would not fight. Her pearl fangs emerdge from cream muzzle ans she spoke agian, "Thall shall be the one who sets the pace to start the fight I do not wish to fight I wish to hunt." Her ribs were exposed from lack of eating she was hungery and it was nawing at her she was muscular but thin in the waste.
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Post by nyro on Jan 29, 2006 19:19:43 GMT -5
Stilts bent in one swift movement and then Nyro was sitting. He grinned at the other, long ivories showing, though not threatening. She had backed down, and therefore Nyro had “won” their non existent clash. The fact that she had not even wanted to begin the small war was nothing that could be felt as pride, nevertheless, the czar still felt superior concerning it. For the second time, crown was bobbed towards the star, then to the star reflected in the gleaming flow of liquid. He turned to leave, hunger prickling at his own abdomen, then decided otherwise. Visage whipped around to face the maiden and he spoke. “I will join you, M’lady.” He knew that he would have less luck on small pray hunting with a partner yet he also understood that he would have more of a chance with the big brutes that would surely fill his ravenous stomach. This raven would not fight him now and would deffinately not over an animal. He could see that she was thin and most likely as hungry as he – or more. But, as recently proved, she was not as bold as she seemed to think. His long outreached talons ripped at the ground in anticipation of the fresh meat soon to be devoured and he started away into the forest. One word was thrown over his shoulder as his pads carried him away: “Come.” Saliva oozed from his famished mug as the scents of the wood flowed into his short snout. The pang of hunger gripped his stomach like the long claws of an attacking tiger. Nyro smiled. Soon he would be hungered no longer.
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Post by nyro on Feb 1, 2006 16:16:42 GMT -5
OOC: Hey, I'm thinking of changing to this font. . . What do you guys think? It just seems so boring when all the text looks the same. . . Well, PM me or post in an OOC what you think, OK? Thanks And remember - TELL THE TRUTH! If you dont like it i want to hear!
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Post by lawlorla on Feb 2, 2006 11:57:11 GMT -5
Its OK... Not my favourite though.
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Post by Palla || Daedalus on Feb 3, 2006 12:04:43 GMT -5
As Antigone dipped her paw into the crystal stream, she turned and saw the irked adult male and her heart pulsed with pure terror. Males were usually hostile toward cubs such as herself. Then the little kit spied the female with whom he conversed. She listened silently, serenely, as the two argued and quarreled. At one point, with the knowledge of a humble cub, she wondered if the two tigers were not in fact adults, but very large cubs. They seemed as mature as herself. Then Antigone watched in silence as they turned and left, blinking blue eyes with curiosity. She decided to follow them, slowly and quietly inching through the bushes to see what they were up to now.
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Post by nyro on Feb 4, 2006 10:49:57 GMT -5
Hello everyone. I regret to say that I will not be role playing on this site any longer. Though I love the idea and the layout, it is just too unactive for me. Also I find that many people here do not post well at all and I do not like that. I would probably have kept playing but most of my internet time is now taken up with a site that Calipto and I are organizing. When it is ready I may leave a link to it on this site. Well, goodbye for now.
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