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Post by manda on Feb 14, 2008 20:51:06 GMT -5
Flujo trotted into the land with Choritto at her side. She had left her adoptive son for a while. She knw that e would be fine with Tiger and the rest of his herd for a while. She wanted to explore ethe new land she found herself in. She found herself in a dark place with her young son. She looked around for cougars when she caught their scent. Her auds flicked around. She heard a noise and ran off with her son at her side. She tripped on a rock and it got logged in her leg. She started to bleed and knew that she would attrack the cougars. "Choritto run now. Save yourself before the cougars come. " Choritto looked at his mother. He did not want to leave her and he would not leave her. "Mother get up. I will not leave you." Flujo tried to pulll herself to her feet. She finally got to her feet and she stumble a bit. She would still fight off the cougars as best as she could with her injured leg.
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Post by flick4eva on Feb 15, 2008 22:28:11 GMT -5
Hawkeye had followed the scent of his adoptive mother to the dark dungeon. He stayed in the wasted shadows, careful not to make a noise. His black pelt disguised him well. Where was mother? This place smelt of death and terror-it could only be matched by cougars. He smelt crimson liquid, pain of another horse. His orbs finally rested upon his mother-who had saved him for what seemed years ago. His brother was there, too. Hawkeye jumped from shadow to shadow, hoping not to be seen. A soft nicker flew through his muzzle, calling to his only family.
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Post by manda on Feb 15, 2008 23:00:38 GMT -5
Flujo turned to see Hawkeye standing behind them. She and Chorritto walked over to Hawkeye. Chorritto walked with ease, but Flujo walked with much pain. Flujo spoke in a hushed whisper. "Hawkeye, Chorritto, both of you run. Run back to Tiger and his herd, They will keep you safe, I can not make it back with my leg this way. I will stay here, it is my time to rise to the heavens. You are ment to stay here with Tiger and his herd. Run lease and tell them that I wish them luck in the rest of their lives." Flujo sank to her knees and nuzzled both of her sons lovingly. She would miss them, but if they did not leave by the time the cougars came along she would have to fight them off with her lame leg.
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Post by flick4eva on Feb 16, 2008 4:24:17 GMT -5
ooc: Are you going to kill off Flujo and Chorrito? Or just Flujo?
A small tear ran down his face. The lone tear was followed by a constant stream, then. Why must this always happen? So far in his small life, all he had known had been taken away with him. First, his birth mother. He had only known her for a small frame of time, before she died. He had been rescued, taken in by Flujo, and now she was going to die. He walked over to her, pools of tears flowing down onto her coat. "Thank-You, mama. I love you. Please, can you come? Before the cats do? For our sake? Please, you must hurry... "
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Post by manda on Feb 16, 2008 12:22:28 GMT -5
ooc: idk, depends on how it happens
Chorritto let tears run down his face. "Mama, get up and come with us. Please mama." Flujo looked up at her two sons and nuzzled them both lovingly. "I will try to come, but you both should run now. I will be fine against the cougars. We will see each other again sometime, I promise. Now run my sons, before the cougars get here." Chorritto nuzzled his mother and brother lovingly. He turned to his mother. "I love you. How can you promise that we will see you again?" Flujo nuzzled Choritto. "Even if I do go to the sky I will be able to visit you often. I will try to come with you, but you must go now." Flujo nuzzled her sons. She would keep the cougars away from her sons. Choritto nuzzled them both and started to walk away. "Mother I willl see you when you come back to Tiger's herd land. Hawkeye come on. We will see her again soon." Choritto had tears running all down his face, but he kept walking.
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Post by flick4eva on Feb 16, 2008 18:43:22 GMT -5
Hawkeye stood his ground. "No." He was sick of it. Sick and tired of his loved ones dying or leaving him. No, this time he would not let that happen. He did not care if he died, just as long as he died saving her. He stook to the shadows, making sure the cougars could not see him if they came. He let the tears run freely now, not embarrsed to cry. Why couldn't he be like all the other colts of his age? Nothing to worry about, or able to have their real mums about. He then heard his mum's voice in his heart. "Beacause, my dear Hawkeye, you are not like other colts. You are special. And you always will be. Now, my boy, run. Run from this horrid place back to Tiger. He will look after you, there is a surprise for you. Once you are older..." Still, Hawkeye would not obey. He stood, roodet to the spot. And that's when he heard them.
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Post by Swede on Feb 19, 2008 12:51:27 GMT -5
Tsaara listened patiently to the sob story, waiting for her chance. Argon was close; she could smell him. Then, the wind shifted. One of the colts raised his head warily. They could not delay any longer. With a snarl, she sprang from the undergrowth, at the nearest victim; the colt who resembled the mare most closely, the first one. Her paw lashed out, claws extended, catching the foal in the left hind leg. Foals were easiest, always were easiest; the mare would not survive very easily with that leg anyway, and would fight harder now. Best to let nature weaken her, first. This one would be a wonderful appetizer, at any rate. Still, if this one was dificult, she could go to the other colt. It was the first rule of hunting; take the easiest one. As she attacked viciously, she wasn't sure if Argon had pounced or not. bloodlust was on her, and she had only one thing in mind; to kill.
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Post by manda on Feb 19, 2008 16:06:01 GMT -5
Chorrito felt the cougar pounce toward him. Instinct had told him to kick out and he thought he hit the cougar in the face, but he wasn't sure. He knew the cougar had triedd to get his back leg, but it caught his tail instead. Chorritto let out a few more bucks. His legs were growing stronger as he was getting older and he kicked as hard as a stallion, but with smaller hooves. "Mama run. Don't let her get you too." Flujo heard her son, but she didn't do what he told her to do. She reared even though her leg was hurt and bleeding. She came down on what she thought was the cougar, if the cougar moved fast enough she might have only landed on its tail. She bit at the base of its tail because she knew that would be painful if she bit there. She latched on to some part of the cougar with her teeth, though she wasn't sure where, and shook her head vishiously trying to seperate flesh from bone.
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Post by flick4eva on Feb 19, 2008 16:22:18 GMT -5
He was rooted to the ground. Terror, fear and pain paralysed it. He stuck to the shaddows, hiding behind a rock. He heard Chorrito scream, the scent of blood filling the air. He felt the tears trickle down his face. Hawkeye had to run. Now. Before the other cougar came. There was nothing her could do now, his mother was severely injured, his brother not far behind her. He wanted to stay, to thank her for all she had done. But if her did, he would surely be killed. He crept through the shadows, to the cave's entrance. That's it, my boy. Run. run like the wind. He listened to his mother. But before he flet, he turned to his mother and brother. He was crying hard now, his tears like flowing mighty rivers. "I'm sorry...." he whispered. Now, he would flee this bloodstained place. His hooves passed the ground quickly. The boundray was in his sights. He passed it and cept running, oblivious to his mother and brother's pitiful cries behind him.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Feb 22, 2008 17:14:58 GMT -5
Argon watched Tsaara attack the foal for a split second before pouncing on the mare. The mare would tear Tsaara to pieces with her attention on the foal. He lept from the ledge he had been crouched on, he landed square on the mare's back, his claws slashed like deadly razors as he ripped the mare to shreads. His claws dug gashes into her pelt as he latched on tightly with his hind claws, back legs thrashing. He bit down onto her neck hopeing the mare would give in, she was bleeding pretty bad now and was weakening with ever breath she took. Her speedy heartbeat was all he could hear, blood was all he could see. He released his grip on her neck with his teeth only long enough to let out a blood curdling roar that echoed through the trees and into the cave.
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Post by Swede on Feb 22, 2008 17:25:25 GMT -5
Tsaara whirled, and let out a chilling scream. The blasted mare had grabbed her near the hip, and was shaking her violently. Her lips parted in a snarl, and she swiped at the horse's face, claws digging deep. Still latched onto the twisting muzzle, she managed to pull free from the clamped jaws and broke away, hissing. Argon seemed to have the mare's full attention, and Tsaara turned back to the foal. It was troublesome, to say the least, kicking like that. but she was heavier, and she had claws and teeth on her side- and a hunter's experience and instinct to kill. The little foal had none of that. She leaped again, timing it so carefully and so quickly that she knew the colt could not dodge in time. With a soft thud, she landed on the foal's back. Presumably, it would roll with the momentum, but that was fine- he was too small to do any real damage by rolling aacross her, anyway. Her claws were sunk into his back, teeth going for the neck directly behind his ears. From this angle, biting his throat would be impossible, but breaking his neck was very plausible.
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Post by manda on Feb 22, 2008 17:34:34 GMT -5
Chorrito let out a high pitched squeal and pulled away from the cougar bucking, kicking and rolling. Flujo looked at her bloody son and whinnied to him. "Chorrito run like your brother did. Hurry!" Chorrito did as his mother said. is bloody and battered foal body ran as fast as it could. "I love you mother..." Chorrito was out of there as quick as he could be. Flujo sank to her knees and startd to bleed from her neck. She spoke to her son as she took her last breath. "I love you too...." Her body lay there limp and lifeless.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Feb 22, 2008 17:39:20 GMT -5
Argon let out a mighty roar of victory as he bit the mare in the throat just to make sure she was truely dead. He then rushed over to Tsaara helped her to lay down in the grass. The foal had kicked her pretty hard a few times. He licked her wounds quickly but delicately as he glanced over at the dead mare one more time. He smiled then turned back to her. "Are you alright my darling?" He asked.
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Post by Swede on Feb 22, 2008 22:45:11 GMT -5
She closed her eyes and nodded. Kicked by a foal... stupid, stupid, stupid. Normally, such things did not happen. Tsaara, you're losing your touch. Ridiculous. "I'm fine, no worries. That colt didn't do much, it was that mare... for something that eats nothing but grass, horses have very sharp teeth." She curled her head back, licking at her flank. Still, the wound wasn't too serious. With a soft growl, she stood up, sniffing the air. Fresh blood mingled with the scent of the kill, and she licked her lips. The panthress gave Argon a glance, and said, "Well, well, kitten has a fine set of teeth. Go on, try it, you've earned the hunter's right." She sat down, licking her paws patiently. Argon had brought the mare down; by rights, he should try it first. She could join him afterwards.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Feb 24, 2008 21:59:40 GMT -5
Argon smiled at her before heading back over to the mare. He drug it over to her and sat down. He eyed the kill with pleasure as a smile crept across his lips. His sharp teeth began to show but he quickly drew his thoughts back to the present. He was just about ready to bite into the mare when something in his mind stopped him. He glanced over at her and smiled before pushing the mare to her. "No, you try it first. I insist. And I can be pretty stubborn." He said with a smile as his blue eyes looked deep into hers. His heart melted at the sight of her. He gently reached out and touched his nose to her cheek, where he was from it was a sign of affection. He smiled then drew back quickly and cleared his throat a little embarressed.
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Post by Swede on Feb 24, 2008 22:32:36 GMT -5
Her glittering amber eyes gazed back, full of humor. "Stubborn? You speak to a panthress; you ought to know better." She smiled. Where she was from, at least, the stubborn streak of the females was notorious. Perhaps Argon's place of birth was less so. Tsaara tilted her head, almost lazily, and considered for a moment. "Well, if we are both going to sit and be stubborn, all this good meat will go to waste. And then we would gain nothing, correct? I propose we both eat now, without a further moment's stubbornness or hesitation." The bloodlust was rising in her again, the scent of death making her jaws slaver. And she was quite happy to exact her revenge on the mare- even though it was dead- for biting her. She nudged him forward, and stepped up to the carcass, still warm and bleeding. Her fangs sank deep into the horse's shoulder, snapping together and pulling hard. The hardest part was getting the thing open- after that, it was a feast. Blood dripped off her teeth, as se commenced ripping and tearing.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Feb 24, 2008 23:06:47 GMT -5
Argon smiled as he jerked his head back just as she bit down into the horse. "So... how is it?" He asked as he looked down at her bloody face. He smiled then bit into it himself. It was very good tasting after eating the smaller animals the other day, but... something wasnt right about this horse. He couldnt quite put his claw on it. It just tasted, exotic... sort of different. Like nothing he had ever tasted before. And as he swallowed his bite, he paused as the after taste seeped into his mouth.
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Post by Swede on Feb 24, 2008 23:19:27 GMT -5
Tsaara shrugged. "To me, all blood tastes the same- except when one is starving. Then it is like ambrosia of the gods." She grimaced at her own words. The gods- what rubbish. She was highly skeptical by nature, and doubted everything until given proof. Even then, convincing her could be difficult. He looked odd- perhaps the meat didn't agree with him. Whichever the case, she noticed nothing out of the ordinary. With a sickening crunch, she snapped a bone, sucking out the delicious and estremely nutritious marrow. There was nothing so glorious as a fresh kill, the euphoria of complete mastery as one destroyed something that so few minutes ago had been living, breathing, rolling its eyes in panic. She licked her gory lips with pleasure.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Feb 26, 2008 16:03:29 GMT -5
Argon watched her eat the horse but he himself stayed back a little longer. He knew that something was different with this horse but he was not sure what. He thought deeply for a moment and then suddenly realized where he had tasted this before. In his home land. The water had been posioned and the horses had all drank the water and it had not affected them that badly besides them getting a little colicy. But then he remebered how all the elders in his home had died from it and lots of the strongest cats had become deathly ill. He quickly shook himself out of his thoughts and lept at Tsaara, knocking her away from the horse. "Wait! This horse is posioned!" He hissed desperately as he held her to the ground to keep her from eating any more of it. He knew she had to be hungry and may listen to her empty stomach instead of him.
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Post by Swede on Feb 26, 2008 23:07:29 GMT -5
She hissed, more out of surprise than anger. "What? Poisoned? How can that be?" She was hungry, and blood still dripped from her fangs and trickled down her throat. She glanced warily at the carcass, uneasy. She trusted his judgement well enough, but how did he know? To Tsaara, it tasted fine. The silvery lioness's tail twitched nervously, amber eyes flicking from Argon to the horse. Poison... it seemed a terrible thing to die of. Hopefully, her share had been free from the stuff, or at least in a small enough concentration to be harmless. Argon seemed to have stopped fast enough, but she had no intention of falling ill. Then again, one could not plan for sickness and death.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Feb 28, 2008 15:40:13 GMT -5
Argon slowly got off of her and went over to the horse. He picked it up delicately between his fangs and drug it away until he was far enough. He dug a hole deep enough to bury all the remains of the horse and quickly covered it in earth before heading back to Tsaara. He sat down next to her."I buried it, now only time will tell if we both stopped eating it quick enough to avoid getting sick." He said as he gazed lovigly over at her. "Come on. Lets go get some rest." he said as he led Tsaara back into the cave and up into his den. He curled up in the nest, his large body taking up most of the space. He stretched his jaws wide with yawn. If they both made it through the night without waking up in the middle of the night with a fever then they would be okay. he didnt think that he could handle the image of Tsaara writhing in pain on the den floor, her fur damp with sweat and her sides heaving for breath. He shook the image from his mind, quickly letting out a shudder.
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Post by Swede on Feb 28, 2008 17:14:59 GMT -5
Tsaara hesitated, then sighed. What would come, would come, and they could not change it now. Still, the thought of either of them falling sick was frightening- and if both did, what then? You'll be royally screwed, that's what, she grumbled in her head. The panthress followed Argon silently, padding into the cave. Her body slunk in beside him, curling up against his warm side. Her muzzle came down on her large paws, and she gazed absentmindedly into the darkness, amber eyes slightly glazed over with thought. At least she had had a little to eat- hopefully not enough to make her sick, but enough to keep her going. And Argon- she could only hope that he had stopped himself in time.
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Post by Swede on Feb 29, 2008 19:52:55 GMT -5
ooc: You pick who gets sick (teehee, I can rhyme lol) Argon, Tsaara, both, or neither. Whichever you think will be most fun!
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Post by jjdawg5 on Mar 2, 2008 16:41:44 GMT -5
ooc: Okay... well lets reason here. It would make more sense for Tsaara to get sick if either of them do because she ate more than he did... and if they both get sick they would prolly die... or neither of them could get sick... hmm.
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Post by manda on Mar 2, 2008 16:44:46 GMT -5
ooc: I say that just Tsaara gets sick  just my imput |
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Post by Swede on Mar 2, 2008 22:37:22 GMT -5
ooc: If jjdawg wants to play Argon sick, that's cool, otherwise I can do Tsaara.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Mar 3, 2008 21:40:04 GMT -5
ooc: I dont care. You can play Tsaara getting sick if you want to.
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Post by Swede on Mar 3, 2008 22:37:46 GMT -5
ooc: GAH! You make things hard. Cuz I'm not too fussed who gets sick either. I guess we'll just go with your reasoning and manda's input. Simple. Um, so, yeah...
She was having an odd dream. In it, the lioness was hunting, but at the last moment, just as she was about to bring down her prey, it turned on her, no longer terrified and fleeing, but jaws filled with angry serrated teeth, roaring towards her. In short, the hunter became the hunted. In her desperate attempts to flee, she bounded through a river, the water splashing up around her. The drops suddenly evolved into snakes of fire, clinging at her, hissing, sinking their burning fangs into her heart, dragging her down, down, down, ever deeper into the darkness....
She sweated heavily, eyes clamped shut in the throes of her nightmares, sides heaving, gasping for breath. Her entire body was shivering, despite the immense heat flooding through her. It was utter agony, and she was powerless to do anything, unable to escape the terrifying reveries. A soft moan slipped from her body, and she twitched slightly.
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Post by jjdawg5 on Mar 3, 2008 23:38:32 GMT -5
Argon felt Tsaara's body heat steadily increasing and was finally awaken by it. He stood up and quickly jumped into action, terrified at the exact image he had hoped to avoid. He saw his beloved writhing on the floor in agony. He quickly nudged her and tried to get her to wake up. He licked her head gently to try and help wake her and cool her down a little. Luckily he knew what to do from when the disease had spread through his territory.
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Post by Swede on Mar 3, 2008 23:43:01 GMT -5
Her body was racked with pain. A shudder passed through her, and she flinched from his touch. Then, quite suddenly, she went dead. Not literally, of course- but her legs felt heavy as lead, burning lead, and she could not move them. She did not have the strength to shift such heavy appendages. Her eyes cracked open slightly and she caught a hazy outline of Argon standing over her. She tried to speak, but nothing would come out except a low groan. Had she been a bit more coherent, she would have been ashamed. Her pride would be taking a beating when she awoke.
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just my imput