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Post by camonroses on Sept 3, 2007 14:42:12 GMT -5
[maroon]Muscles bunched and quivered as the brute walked. His talons scraped the ground as his maw opened wide in a yawn, flashing the ivories that had once murdered. His golden gaze was rough, hiding the past he wished had never happened, that his sire had never bred to that witch of a lioness. What had he called that lioness he'd once called dam? Temptress. Yes, that was it. The devil herself. He growled as he continued to prowl. His optics scanned the horizon as he launched himself onto the rocks. His bod laid down on them with a thump. No one challenged an older, more experienced male, for he was six while others were younger. Nares widened as he sat there, watching for anything to give him action. A fight? Maybe.[/maroon]
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Post by .xx.Kingdom Hearts Fan.xx. on Sept 4, 2007 22:01:55 GMT -5
large powerful muscles flexed in and out as the great lion padded threw the plains.His bodice low to the ground and his golden orbs fixed on the water buffalo herd.He let out a roar and charged after them letting out a powerful lunge swipping the legs from it and bitting down hard on it's neck crushing it's wind pipe he herd the gurgle of blood and it poored out of it's mouth as it gasped for air he luaghed and bit harder ending it's life he began his feast the steam from the hot body hit his face and he began to rip and tare peices of large flesh off of his kill until he finished the creature off.He licked his chopps and whiskers and carried on catching the sight of a male he ran towards it. "State your name" .
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