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Post by DingoMutt on Sept 30, 2007 16:22:40 GMT -4
Spots glided through the tall grasses, a quick and even movement. His tail was raised as he pranced along with little effort, the striped banner waving contently in the air as he searched for prey. Gazelle was all he could take down, being young and slightly in-experienced, he could easily be taken out by a stray hoof from a Zebra or Wildebeest. Brown orbs searched as he finally found a herd, a small group of 12 Tommies. He made his choice, a young female with a limp for unknown reasons. His mouth opened as he silently inhaled, a panting action with no noise at all. Silently stalking forward he got closer and closer... and leaped. His hind legs were steel springs, launching his tan body forward with the greatest effort. His front legs looked as if they would have trouble keeping up as he broke into a sprint, gaining upon the gazelle as it made its best attempt to escape. He soared into the air and landed on its' back, quickly gripping its neck and bringing the struggling to a stop. He lay contently in the grass, the animal limp in his jaws. He quickly began to devour the animal, his senses ever alert for a wandering scavenger.
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Post by ~Dreamer~ on Sept 30, 2007 16:31:28 GMT -4
Scar walked through the area. Many thought he was dead and few from the Pridelands knew he was alive. He had made himself known to all his fellow Outsiders. His long brown and dark body glided across the plains like a ghost. The scent of food filled the lion's nostrils as he neared the hunting grounds. He watched a cheetah gracefully catch his food and devour it easily. BravoHe said his green cold orbs watching him coming out if the tall grass.
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Post by DingoMutt on Sept 30, 2007 16:35:41 GMT -4
The Cheetah's ears were tuned to Scar, as he finished the small piece of meat in his mouth. He licked his chops daintily, prancing to the other edge of the clearing, watching the brute warily. His muscles, hard as iron, pulsed under his coat, ready to bound away at full speed if the need should arise. He let out an irritated chirp, he wanted to resume his meal, but couldn't with this brute watching. Lions = Trouble.
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Post by ~Dreamer~ on Sept 30, 2007 16:42:23 GMT -4
Scar shrugged and smiled his sharp teeth showing. Hello. He said with a devilish grin. Scar walked across the field to Spot his slender body could be easily out ran and beaten by the other brute but he didn't care. He needed allies for his plain. I'm Scar and you are?
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Post by DingoMutt on Sept 30, 2007 16:45:23 GMT -4
"Spot." Letting out another irritated chirp he eased to his rump, still ready to spring, and would be gone before the lion could reach the middle of the clearing. His tail rose, swaying contently in the soft breeze which rippled his short fur and mane. He bared his teeth, he could at least see what the lion wanted.
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Post by ~Dreamer~ on Sept 30, 2007 16:49:09 GMT -4
Scar walked towards Spot. Ahh he cackled with a smirk. Nice to see you. He admitted eying the cheetah almost in a running posotion. Please don't run He pleaded nearing him. I just want to talk.
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Post by DingoMutt on Sept 30, 2007 16:52:12 GMT -4
The male rose to his paws, taking a large leap away from Scar. He loped away from the clearing, a quick canter as the distance between the two animals grew. Cheetahs aren't social, especially with animals who can eat them in a few bites.
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Post by ~Dreamer~ on Sept 30, 2007 16:55:04 GMT -4
Scar watched him run knowing it was useless to chase him. He sat down and got a piece of meat for his hyena friends. he shrugged and walked away to see if he could find Simba.
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