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Post by [S]tone on Nov 28, 2011 19:27:48 GMT -5
The wind blew steadily over the plains of Africa, the sun warming the land. It was midday and a single lioness crouched in the grass, her amber eyes locked on a single target. A movement on her left made her head whip around to look. It was another lioness who had joined in the hunt. She growled softly at the other lioness, who in turn, looked at her and nodded once before moving away. The word was passed from lioness to lioness until everyone was in position. The wind stopped and the safari was deathly quiet as if Mother Nature were holding her breath. The head lioness flicked her tail and the pride exploded into action. The head lioness raced forward, her muscles in each leg coiled and blasted outward with every step as she pounded after her target. Zebra. They squealed and scattered, running in every direction, before regrouping in their fleeing herd. The lioness wasn't even a true lion. She was a Shape Shifter named, ironically, Kat. She had lived in Africa for five years, and lived with the pride for five years. She had moved up the ranks and became lead lioness with the dominant male of the group, a big lion named Cyllo. He loved her and protected her and they even had cubs. Kat hadn't been in her human form since she came to Africa. She had been in the form of a lion for the five years she'd been here. As she neared the zebra, her heart pounding in her chest, she bunched her muscles and leaped. She landed on top of the stallion of the herd, her claws sinking into his soft flesh. Her eyes glittered with triumph as he struggled to buck her off with no such luck. Her weight pulled him to the ground and he was immediately swarmed over by the other lionesses. His death came quickly and Kat gave a thunderous roar of triumph. Cyllo joined in after a few moments.
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The evening was drawing in, the sun setting and casting beautiful light upon Africa. Kat licked her paws and swiped them over her ears. She yawned, her teeth flashing in the setting sun. As she stood up, Cyllo, who was lying flat on his side, rolled onto his belly and looked at her in confusion. "I'm going to go get something to drink." She said, her voice as soft a butterfly's wing beat. "Don't be gone too long." He rumbled, his voice deep with power. She purred softly and rubbed her face against his before heading toward the river. On approach, she smelled a foreign smell and sniffed the air cautiously. Should I go back and tell Cyllo? I probably should, but I think I can handle it. She padded to water's edge and dipped her head to lap at the water, her eyes darting everywhere in case she was in an ambush waiting to spring.
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The evening was drawing in, the sun setting and casting beautiful light upon Africa. Kat licked her paws and swiped them over her ears. She yawned, her teeth flashing in the setting sun. As she stood up, Cyllo, who was lying flat on his side, rolled onto his belly and looked at her in confusion. "I'm going to go get something to drink." She said, her voice as soft a butterfly's wing beat. "Don't be gone too long." He rumbled, his voice deep with power. She purred softly and rubbed her face against his before heading toward the river. On approach, she smelled a foreign smell and sniffed the air cautiously. Should I go back and tell Cyllo? I probably should, but I think I can handle it. She padded to water's edge and dipped her head to lap at the water, her eyes darting everywhere in case she was in an ambush waiting to spring.
