Reën
Young Cub
Still looking for the one who will save my heart from total darkness...
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Post by Reën on Jul 14, 2009 15:58:30 GMT -5
A large paw placed its self on the ground by a large mound of termites. They were overflowing today. A great time for a feast when no one else was around. Reën picked up a twig in her mouth and placed it in the termite hole. A Large amount of termites came up with the stick and Reën ate them before they could scramble away.
Termites wern't very filling, but it was better than nothing. The best things that ever came into the outlands was a gezzel that had lost it's way or zebra, seperated from it's herd. That was when the whole Outland Pirde got to feast, and the one that killed the zebra or gezzel got to take the first bite. It was the greatest when Reën could get food for the Outland, but right now it was her time to feast on the termites.
She placed the stick in a few more times before she even started to fell like anything was in her stomach. The termites were starting to fill her up, but it would take a while before they could fill her up completely. She hoped no lion would find this termite hill so she could eat them. But of course she smelt another lion before long
"Who's there?" she asked, not turning to look at who was coming.
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Post by --` Kovu on Jul 21, 2009 12:16:43 GMT -5
Malika, baby;] [/color][/size] Growling, she trudged her way through the termite mounds, starving. Did she want to eat, though? No, mainly because the now slowly dripping blood from her flank wound would start gushing out again, rapidly. She'll just have to get used to it. While taking paw-steps, her mood started from cranky to crappy. To prove this, there was a small termite mound next to her while she was padding along. With a quick swipe, her left paw smashed into it, and scattered all of the termites. Those piercing crimson eyes swept the area, then landed upon the fair shape of a lioness. She was hoping it was a Pridelander, mainly because she wanted to take out her undying anger. Her paw-steps were very loud, as she intended it to be, and her tail kept flicking. She came close to the shape of the lioness, and saw the purple-like pelt of her old friend Reën. Why was she an old friend? Well, they talked about everything, and she shared her fierceness, which kept Malika herself amused. Growling with laughter, she padded up next to her, while she spoke about who was there with her.
"It's me, you hairball,"[/color] Malika said, joking-like. She watched as the termites crawled on the stick and into the other lioness' mouth. Then her eyesight peered down at an old bone, probably from a lost zebra, and her left paw smacked it, sending it flying across the land of the Termite Mounds. Her mood did not get better, as you can tell, but she wished for a conversation.[/size]
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