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Post by morbid on Jan 30, 2011 14:29:14 GMT -5
ZISIZO the MORBID
Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me The clear air in the area surprised her, although she brushed it off. She was used to the smoky, choking air, but then the rains had come. Of course, it had been raining in this region for a long while now, and as a result, the earth felt spongy and wet under her calloused paws.
Because of the wet, her paws were leading a trail to the edge of the Outlands. She really hated the mud, for it destroyed any elements of surprise. In her rage, she smashed a rotting skull of a young elephant. It's internal organs were already gone, likely devoured by some other bloodthirsty predator like herself. That made them her enemy.
Saliva ran off her tongue and slid out of the confines of her mouth, escaping her mouth through a gap in her teeth. She didn't bother getting rid of it, she was enraged. Nobody had come running with their tails between their legs to lick the mud at her paws. And that made her very angry. She was the overlord of the Outlands, all the hyenas in the Outlands belonged to her and only her, so why weren't they here, greeting her like hungry pups greet their mother.
A deep snarl rose in her throat. Her blood was racing in her veins, she wanted to fight. She wanted to taste blood, to see open wounds. She needed to take out her rage on some other living thing that would give her the satisfaction of screaming in pain as she played with it before ending it's life. Her scarlet eyes were narrowed.
Her deep, gritty voice spoke quietly to none but herself. "Where are you, my backstabbing court?" This wasn't something that made Zisizo a happy Queen, having to seek out her subjects. Her voice was consumed by an enraged snarl. She smashed her body up against the skull of an elephant and the force of it created a crack. It also made a rather loud sound that echoed through the entire graveyard and into other areas of the Outlands.
And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell Word Count > 344 Lyrics > Gunpowder and Lead by Miranda Lambert Tags > Open [/blockquote][/font] |
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Mheetu
New Member
Adult Drylander[M:0]
Played by Lil.
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Post by Mheetu on Feb 5, 2011 22:46:22 GMT -5
Mheetu  Ever since that fateful day Mheetu had been run from the pridelands he had refused to step foot in his childhood memories. He could not believe that after all this time his sudden urge to return had driven him to the graveyard just as Scar had driven him out of the pridelands. His footsteps were sunk into the moist earth and his electric blue eyes glanced down at the soft ground. It was odd that the dirt was so soft and Mheetu wondered briefly if the pridelands were worse off than the normally dead and dry Outlands. His light creamy grey fur was a bit dusty from the sand of his new homeland and his thick chocolate brown mane hung around his face and neck in a thick wave. His jaws were parted and his breath puffed out of his maw, his two bottom teeth showing as his sharp blue eyes scanned over the old elephant skulls. He had remembered coming here once with his father Scar. It was when he was a young cub, one of the first times Scar had even seen his son.
Now the full grown lion was back and he wanted to see his family again. He had finally worked up the courage to venture close to the Pridelands and he wasn't about to turn and run. Scar had to be old by now, if he wasn't gone already Mheetu believed perhaps this was the time to drive him off, giving the Pridelands back to those who deserved them. With thoughts of finally conquering his fears Mheetu's steps became more purposeful, his mouth set in a hard line while his eyes glanced around him. The fear was still worming its way through his mind and body, his heart pounded in his chest as the thought of seeing his father again wound itself around his head again and again. He had promised Valeska and Sari that he was going to return and that his home was the Drylands now, not the Pridelands.
It had hurt to say it, to say that he could never be a pridelander again but he knew that it was true. He knew that no matter what Mheetu was not a pridelander. That he had become something different and not even his mother or sister could change it. His heart ached with thoughts of seeing them again and it made his ears perk and his head raise with the thought of being so close. Perhaps things might be finally okay when Scar was gone and his family knew he was safe and alive. Perhaps the nightmares that occassionally accompanied him would cease. And perhaps it was wishful thinking. Suddenly a sound brought his attention and he stopped. Sinking low he stalked forward, unsure of what or whom was prowling out here. Suddenly the sight of a hyena, a seemingly mad hyena, made Mheetu stand to his full hieght and a careful look crossed his face.
He approached the hyena and a low growl was in his throat. "A Court? What would a hyena need a Court for?" His blue eyes narrowed and he came to stop infront of the hyena. "Besides, doesn't the King Scar rule you?" The name caused a stark fear press against his chest but he held it in with a quick blink of an eye. Mheetu wasn't sure what this hyena thought of herself and he wasn't sure what had changed, if anything. |
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Post by morbid on Feb 6, 2011 12:29:34 GMT -5
ZISIZO the MORBID
if he wants a fight, well now he's got one Her fit of rage was interrupted by a voice. A male voice that came accompanied by a strong, foreign scent. She whirled around to face the source of the voice and bared her teeth in an aggressive snarl. A lion. Her claws dug into the ground, despite not being retractable. A deep snarl rose in her throat as she listened to the lion's voice. “A Court? What would a hyena need a Court for? [/i]” Her snarl became more enraged than before. The dusty gray lion came to stop before her, his blue eyes narrowed. “ Besides, doesn't the King Scar rule you?[/i]” Morbid took a step forward, no fear in her body for the male lion. She was always looking for a fight, she loved the taste of blood on her tongue. Her snarl dissolved into a fit of maniacal laughter. Her blood-coloured eyes went over the lion's body, studying him for aggression. In the back of her mind, she wondered where her clan had gone. A moment later, her maniacal laughter stopped abruptly. Her scarlet eyes fixed on the lion's blue ones and bared her razor-sharp teeth menacingly to the lion as she spoke. “ Hehehe, ruled by Scar? That was before my time. My parents' clan cleaned the flesh off of his bones. I rule these lands.” She ran her pink tongue over her lips, before starting to laugh again. She bet that lion blood was some of the most delicious, but she had yet to try it herself. She was smaller than the lion, but her size would give her agility. She didn't have the advantage of the lion's brute strength and claws, but her jaws were her weapon of choice, for they could lock around a target, allowing her to shred flesh as they struggled. “ Now little kitty, does that answer your question as to why I need a court?” Now she was purposely trying to enrage the lion. [/blockquote] he ain't seen me crazy yet Word Count > 325 Lyrics > Gunpowder and Lead by Miranda Lambert Tags > Mheetu [/blockquote][/font] |
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