Post by shadowwolf12345 on Nov 1, 2007 21:26:25 GMT -6
[[OOC: This is open to any males, particularly the harsh type, searching for a love. Not just a breeding toy, but you know, the love of your life. Get it? xD]]
Wolfe~
"Do you feel like a man when you push her around?"
Deep brown tail marked by a black tip flicked wildly, restlessly about. Golden optics glared hopelessly about. The Lioness layed silently apon the hill in the middle of the place called Paiwu. Rounded harks outlined by black flicked before falling to rest flat against her cranium. Head rose, blunt muzle turning to look over her shoulder. The darkly colored female sighed over-dramaticly, rolling her eyes. Finally the gazelle were coming her way. Oh, just her luck. The large female rose to her massive paws, muscles rippling under her peltage as she leapt off the hill, growling soflty as her pad landed apon a thorn bush. She lifted her massive forepaw, twisting it just so and looking at the black pad. A thorn was stuck in her skin.
Perfect. Stupendous. Terrific.
Shifty eyes searched the herd of prey for the weakest one. The fae trotted a few paces forward, haulting suddenly as her glare locked on a single gazelle. It was a buck with an injured leg-large enough for a whole family of Lions. Luckily, Wolfe didn't have a family. Optics narrowed, the black splotches surrounding her eyes giving her a malicious look. She stepped slowly forwards, stalking silently into the tall grass. Whip-coard like tail flicked with agitation, stopping stiff as she crouched low. Gait quickened now, and suddenly, she pounced.
The prey started running, but the chosen one staggered behind. Perfect...Long legs brought her at full speed towards the victim. Three more bounds and the gazelle was within her grasp. She leapt, latching her claws into the prey's rump. Jaws wrapped around the flesh, using sheer weight and strength to force the animalt to the ground. The buck flailed about. Wolfe dodged his potentially dangerous hooves, wrapping her massive jaws around its neck, sinking her canines deeply in to cut of the victim's breathing.
Moments later and the gazelle was dead. Wolfe was standing, her jaws parted and tongue out, resting between her lower canines. She panted heavily, harks twitching iritably as she looked around. Head lowered, and she picked the carcuss up by its neck. Dragging it over she dropped it in the shade, plopping down apon her side. Head still up, she continued her panting. Her skull lowered to the sand, and she sighed before reluctently closing her eyes and dozing off.
Optics popped open at the rustling of a bush near her kill. Wolfe's head rose, and she hissed warningly, gathering herself and rising to her feet. A jackal scampered off, and the lioness sighed, knowing there had to be more predators and scavengers alike around looking to steal an unguarded carcuss. Turning, she lowered her head and started indulging in her meal.
Finally finished, her head rose and she licked her chops free of the crimson liquid. She looked around at the gathering predators, and shrugged before stalking off at a quickly paced trot. Head leveled with her shoulders, she walked slowly on. Golden optics spotted some lovers around, and she sighed, rolling her eyes. How could anybody trust a male? It was beyond Wolfe how some of these females found it possible. Hell, all she had learned from the lions was heartbrake and hurt. Yet, somehow she found herself yearning for companionship. Apparently she was in a rather good mood.
Super? Great? Maybe for you..
"Do you feel better now, that she falls to the ground."[/size]
Wolfe~
"Do you feel like a man when you push her around?"
Deep brown tail marked by a black tip flicked wildly, restlessly about. Golden optics glared hopelessly about. The Lioness layed silently apon the hill in the middle of the place called Paiwu. Rounded harks outlined by black flicked before falling to rest flat against her cranium. Head rose, blunt muzle turning to look over her shoulder. The darkly colored female sighed over-dramaticly, rolling her eyes. Finally the gazelle were coming her way. Oh, just her luck. The large female rose to her massive paws, muscles rippling under her peltage as she leapt off the hill, growling soflty as her pad landed apon a thorn bush. She lifted her massive forepaw, twisting it just so and looking at the black pad. A thorn was stuck in her skin.
Perfect. Stupendous. Terrific.
Shifty eyes searched the herd of prey for the weakest one. The fae trotted a few paces forward, haulting suddenly as her glare locked on a single gazelle. It was a buck with an injured leg-large enough for a whole family of Lions. Luckily, Wolfe didn't have a family. Optics narrowed, the black splotches surrounding her eyes giving her a malicious look. She stepped slowly forwards, stalking silently into the tall grass. Whip-coard like tail flicked with agitation, stopping stiff as she crouched low. Gait quickened now, and suddenly, she pounced.
The prey started running, but the chosen one staggered behind. Perfect...Long legs brought her at full speed towards the victim. Three more bounds and the gazelle was within her grasp. She leapt, latching her claws into the prey's rump. Jaws wrapped around the flesh, using sheer weight and strength to force the animalt to the ground. The buck flailed about. Wolfe dodged his potentially dangerous hooves, wrapping her massive jaws around its neck, sinking her canines deeply in to cut of the victim's breathing.
Moments later and the gazelle was dead. Wolfe was standing, her jaws parted and tongue out, resting between her lower canines. She panted heavily, harks twitching iritably as she looked around. Head lowered, and she picked the carcuss up by its neck. Dragging it over she dropped it in the shade, plopping down apon her side. Head still up, she continued her panting. Her skull lowered to the sand, and she sighed before reluctently closing her eyes and dozing off.
Optics popped open at the rustling of a bush near her kill. Wolfe's head rose, and she hissed warningly, gathering herself and rising to her feet. A jackal scampered off, and the lioness sighed, knowing there had to be more predators and scavengers alike around looking to steal an unguarded carcuss. Turning, she lowered her head and started indulging in her meal.
Finally finished, her head rose and she licked her chops free of the crimson liquid. She looked around at the gathering predators, and shrugged before stalking off at a quickly paced trot. Head leveled with her shoulders, she walked slowly on. Golden optics spotted some lovers around, and she sighed, rolling her eyes. How could anybody trust a male? It was beyond Wolfe how some of these females found it possible. Hell, all she had learned from the lions was heartbrake and hurt. Yet, somehow she found herself yearning for companionship. Apparently she was in a rather good mood.
Super? Great? Maybe for you..
"Do you feel better now, that she falls to the ground."
