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[Cloudy]

[th] It was a beautiful day on the Delta; The wind rolled the waves of green and gold across the land and sent a refreshing cool to bade the red heat of the beating sun. The dark buffalo with their waving gait and the striped zebra with their swift hooves grazed across the land joined by the bouncing forms of the gazelles. What a lovely day for a stroll. A large white form, not minding the herds of grazers at the moment, walked through the tall grass towards one of the many channels of water weaving through the vibrant and lively landscape of the Delta. Eyes as blue as the sky and deep as the sea watched the water as wide, white paws carried the lion closer. Once he was at the edge of the water, the white lion carefully bend low to lap with water with rough, pink tongue and kept his eyes on the surface of the water. Zareb knew the threat that lurked in the churning, dark waters of the Delta and was always wary when he drank, even from a still watering-hole. The sun felt warm against his pelt and the water cooled his throat, dry from walking about the land all morning, not particuarly something every lion would do but Zareb's belly was full and his mind peaceful. For just a moment, he absorbed himself in the moment and shut his pretty blue eyes. Even when he heard the water rippling, the slightest movements on the surface, he just kept his eyes closed but had stopped drinking, the water running from his chin into his high-lighted mane. Zareb was prepared for what came after the silence. As the croc lunged out of the water, the white lion quickly leaped to the side out of reach, almost losing his paw-hold when the moist earth by the channel crumbled from under his right paws. The snap of the croc's jaws on empty air startled some nesting fowl, causing them to take to flight from the sudden interruption and fear of being taken. Zareb, shocked as always by the strength and speed of the scaley beast, watched with seemingly relaxed sparkling eyes as the water creature slowly pulled itself back into the dark, churned water, a low hiss emenating from its thick throat. "Ah-ha! I'm sorry dear enemy but it seems I come out triumphantly this time around! " Zareb tossed his head, shaking his mane in a magnificent display of beauty, and wiggled like a happy-cub, a smile on his muzzle and eyes beaming as he watched the water become still. In the battle between land and water, it appears the land-dweller wins this time. He thought proudly to himself, ignoring for the time being his foolishness for testing the dangers of the waters and sitting down a few tail-lengths from the water, enjoying its calming presence and the cool breeze that continued to spill over the sea of gold and green. "May I tell you something?" And they rethink the words inside [atrb=border,1,true] [atrb=width,300,true] [bg=black]

[Sophia]

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[atrb=background,http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/5762/syrianmidcopy.jpg,true] The male caracal watched the lion as the lion watched the crocodile. Poor thing, couldn’t get any food, not even a bird. Oh well. He lashed out at a zebra who apparently hadn’t noticed him, and took it down easily. Too much food for him to eat, but it would do. Maybe he’d leave it for the scavengers, those hungry things. Or he’d try to hide it for a rainy day. Whatever he did, it didn’t matter. Perhaps the lion was a bigger problem. Syrian enjoyed the golden-green waters of the delta and the gentle, lapping waves. What he didn’t enjoy were the beasts who liked to live near them, like the lion, for example. Seeming to decide he wasn’t much of a threat, the caracal left the dead zebra lying virtually unmarked in the shade and approached the lion. "Why, hello there, lion! I see you are observing the natural makings of Mother Nature?" he asked in a regal fashion, standing straight (but not exactly towering over anything) and smiling, but his eyes showed only curiosity. His short tail waved in the air and he had to crane his neck to see the lion’s face instead of his shoulders. Syrian was surprised to see his eyes a startling and welcoming blue that suggested he liked to make friends. Most lions had a cold amber color that suggested they wanted to kill something. "Words are this color!" These are thoughts! Tags: Zareb Notes: --- Muse: 6/10 Words: 233

[Cloudy]

[th] Zareb was quite surprised to hear a voice from below out of nowhere."Why, hello there, lion! I see you are observing the natural makings of Mother Nature?" Turning his head away from the lapping waters of the Delta, the white lion looked down-ward at what appeared to be a very small cat, one who even at his full height standing barely reached the crook of the male lion's front leg. "It is quiet a beautiful sight, is it not? So much to offer yet not many take the oppertunity to appreciate the little things." Zareb replied to with a nod, not minding the tiny cat and instead admiring his confidence, though arrogant, to walk up to a lion 5 times the size her himself was. His sky-blue eyes side-ways glanced the young cat with a humored glint, noting the small size of him still and yet showing respect for the dun-colored male. The strong scent of fresh-kill blew in on the breeze and taunted Zareb as it flowed into his nostrils. The white male surpressed the urge to trace the smell back to its source, knowing that it wasn't necessary to eat anything since his belly was full. He was able to smell the zebra on the small cat with the pointed ears and short tail but did not address it, not wishing to scare off the little thing or cause any trouble with him. Instead, he continued to look over the water, seeing if he could find any crocs on the surface just to pre-occupy himself while they sat in silence, a large white lion and a rusty-colored caracal, both odd-balls in the feline world in their own ways. "May I tell you something?" And they rethink the words inside [atrb=border,1,true] [atrb=width,300,true] [bg=black]

[Leo]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] A tawny and gold figure stood alone on a hill, a large scowl upon her pretty face. Her tail was moving slightly in the breeze, the tip bobbing along to the music of the plains, unheard by the mortal ear. Her posture was stiff, her head held high and her back straight, and look of seriousness upon her face, anger in her golden eyes. One paw raised, as though the lioness was deciding to move forward, but then the beauty slowly lowered it, her golden eyes narrowing and her expression darkening. It was obvious the lioness was not pleased, that was certain, but the question was Why? Where was she?! That was the main thought that ran through Leo's head as she scanned the horizon futilely, her tail swishing back and forth in anxiety. They were supposed to stick TOGETHER, that was why Leo was traveling with her sister! Why did Whisper always run off, anyway? Leo's guess was that she had seen a nice herd of gazelle, or zebra, maybe, and had decided that 'she just couldn't miss the opportunity!' Or, at least, that had been her excuse last time. As the elder sister, Leo couldn't help but feel as though she was responsible for Whisper, and Whisper wasn't making it any easier. Why couldn't she act like a full grown lioness for once, and not be such a cub! No one just runs off, leaving their OWN SISTER with no explanation! she thought, her mouth curving even more downward, if so was possible. Anything was possible, really. If Whisper had evaded her sister -again- then Leo could certainly have a bigger frown. How did Whisper get past her, anyway? Heck, all her time hunting must have payed off.. The two made quite a team; Whisper: a pretty little huntress, her size and agility proving to be quite helpful during a hunt, and Leo: a beautiful and graceful fighter, her size and strength helping her beat her foe. The two had traveled the land for quite some time now, and neither had had any ideas about finding a pride, or the such. Leo grimaced. She was quite happy where she was, thank you very much. Pride.. Yuck... Prides would mean she would have to be civil to someone other than Whisper, and that was a gigantic no-no in Leo's mind. The golden lioness hadn't been trained to be civil, oh no, no, no! Leo had been trained to be mean, cruel, fierce, vicious, terror-inducing and a hard-core fighter. And she was. But her beautiful looks ruined the whole bad-lion image.. And it wasn't her fault her bloody father had wanted a boy and gotten two girls! Like Leo had decided that she wanted to be a girl, just to spite him. In fact, Leo didn't really like being cruel, mean and what-not, but it was how she was raised! She didn't think anyone could understand, not even Whisper, who was mommy's favorite. Always was, always will be.. Leo's father was vicious and fierce, and he modeled Leo after himself. It was hard, being this mean, when she really was okay with whatever. But how could she be.. Nice? How did Whisper manage it? Whisper.. Mommy's favorite, yes indeedy. Always going on about Whisper, mother had.. Never gave a second thought about Leo, save when she was scolding her.. But it didn't matter, Leo thought stubbornly. Who cared if her own mother despised her? Not me, that is certain, she thought. But even as she said so, her heart whispered: "You care.. You care.. You always care.." With a shake of her tawny head, Leo made her way through the golden grasses. The past was called past for a reason; it was BEHIND you. Leo had to keep looking forward; that was the way she lived with herself. With Whisper it was easy. Whisper was always talking and laughing and running around, it was so easy to focus on Whisper, not on the past.. Or with any company, really. But Leo certainly didn't want any company, so she hoped she could find Whisper and leave the Delta. The beautiful creature had only been going for a little bit before the scent of a lion reached her quivering, black nose. Whisper! With a little swish of her half-tail, she was off. Half-tail.. Her poor, poor tail.. The rest of it had been severed when she had been out hunting, and a stampede started. The frantic animals had thundered toward her, and she had cowered behind a rock, with half of her tail sticking out. The sharp hooves pierced her tail again and again, until the tail finally split, leaving her bloody and shocked. Leo had gotten another scar that day... The red claw marks over her right eye had never faded, and Leo still winced when she saw her reflection, remembering her father's bitter disappointment at her stupidity. Angry, he had slashed her across her face.. She was lucky both of her eyes still functioned. Leo was now close to the animal.. No, animals.. And--wait! That wasn't Whisper's scent! That was the scent of a lion.. A MALE lion. Her father's angry face flashed through her head, and Leo shook it to clear her thoughts. Her father couldn't be here. She would recognize his foul stench anywhere. Slipping into a stalking position, Leo crouched down, her face taut with worry. The lioness approached to two animals, wary and cautious. A caracal.. and a lion? What an odd pair.. Leo was more amazed that the lion was still calm with the caracal so near, but not as much amazed by that fact that the carcal had even thought about approaching a full grown lion. A male lion, at that. But no, the two animals seemed mostly at ease, a bit wary now and then, but fine otherwise. How curious, Leo thought, her orbs scanning the two, her brows raised in surprise. Not that Leo had anything against caracals, no no, but it was interesting to see one and a lion together. But, setting that aside, Leo turned to the more important matters at hand. Were the two a threat? Leo might be able to hold off the huge, white male for enough time, but with a caracal snapping at her heels, it could get complicated. Ah well, if it ever did get too dangerous, a good roar should call Whisper.. Leo cleared her throat and stood fully, her impressive height making her ear tips up around the male lion's forehead. She slowly approached, her eyes, like liquid gold, scanning the creatures carefully, alert for any hostile movement. "Hello there, strangers. What brings you here, to this fine Delta?" Her eyes narrowed at the two, her question hanging in the air, the sun warming the lioness's pretty face. OOC: Don't get attatched to this long post; I just had a ginormous pile of muse! Leo's Song

[Sophia]

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[atrb=background,http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/5762/syrianmidcopy.jpg,true] Syrian watched the female newcomer with eyes like pure molten gold. He felt very… oh, what was the word? Small. Yes, that was it. He felt infinitesimal, actually, in comparison to the two lions, who towered over him by at least a head or two. The female was pretty, but Syrian noted an ugly scar across an eye and a frown upon her face, though her speech made her seem quite relaxed with him and the male lion. He decided not to ask about anything, since the pretty female wasn’t giving anything away. “Well, hello, lion. I think it would be less confusing for all of us if we introduced ourselves. I’m Syrian,” he said, smiling at the female. Lion one and lion two, then caracal. What next, lion three? Hmm, then I’d be all alone. And even more miniscule compared to all those giant lions, he mused, holding back a chuckle. "Hello there, strangers. What brings you here, to this fine Delta?" He thought about that for a moment, deciding to tell the half truth. "What brings me here… ah, I guess I’m just a loner. We all wander, do we not?" The truth was that Syrian wished to start a group and the Delta seemed a wonderful place to do it. There was plenty of prey, and freshwater was available in pools near the Delta. "Words are this color!" These are thoughts! Tags: Zareb, Leo Notes: --- Muse: 5/10 Words: 203

[Cloudy]

[th] “Well, hello, lion. I think it would be less confusing for all of us if we introduced ourselves. I’m Syrian.” The little caracal spoke abrutly to the white lion. Syrian....What a regal name. Quite befitting for such a small, yet noble-appearing feline. Before the male lion could reply to the small cat, Syrian,, another voice joined the conversation. The voice of a female. "Hello there, strangers. What brings you here, to this fine Delta?" Seeing that the conversation was now switching to behind him, for even the young caracal was speaking to the female, Zareb stood on all fours and turned around, a strong breeze waving the lush grass and ruffling the highlighted mane of the male lion. Zareb had to admit, the female, which was turned out to be a lioness, was quite charming in appearence, her golden pelt clearly kept up with glimmering in the sunlight. Her liquidly gold eyes looked at the lion and caracal with both interest and confusion. All was working in favor with this lionness...expect for that horrid red scar over her left eye, clearly given by another large feline, no doubt another lion. Of course, Zareb felt somewhat of an attraction to the female but such was normal. He was a male of course. But nothing beyond that was stirred within him and he saw the lioness, who was expectantly shorter than himself, as nothing more than a aquantince for the moment. Zareb got the feeling from this strange lioness that she was not as soft as she appeared. I must be wary of her....not that I am intimidated but if this lioness felt the need to sneak upon me and this Syrian, perhaps she isn't the best company. "I agree fully with this young caracal....loners wander to and fro, anywhere which they are welcome to walk." Zareb agreed with Syrian, looking at the lioness with his soft-blue eyes that did not waver in their gaze. "May I tell you something?" And they rethink the words inside [atrb=border,1,true] [atrb=width,300,true] [bg=black]

[Leo]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] The lioness's brow arched slightly. Yes, this caracal did have courage.. The thought brought a wry smile to her face, for there was a very, very thin line between courage and recklessness. But the caracal stood proud, and if he was scared, he was doing a mighty fine job of hiding it. If she had been that small, she would have stayed away from the lion, that was much, much taller and wider than the smaller feline. But who was she to decide when was enough? Whisper had always been going on and on about how she was always getting into trouble. But, in her defense, she did an excellent job of getting out of it. Her eyes quickly took in the expressions of the two. The white male lion seemed wary, it seemed as though her relaxed act had been slightly transparent. The caracal, however, seemed to think she wasn't a serious threat, for the moment at least. Which was true, but that could change in an instant. Her expression was cool and calm, but her muscles were tense, ready for attack. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to attack her with her guard down, though unfortunately for them, it wasn't as 'down' as they had thought and that had been their fault. But that was not to brought up again, and her thoughts turned back to the other felines. At the caracal's comment, her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. Well, this male was certainly.. Open.. But maybe he was just inexperienced. Leo had a slight debate, wondering whether she should reveal her true name to these two. They were strangers, weren't they? But, then again, if they were strangers, that might mean less danger if they learned her name? Ah, well, it wasn't like she hadn't been in danger before. Leo nodded at the caracal, measuring him up. Oh, so his name was Syrian? The golden lioness mentally repeated his name, making sure she would not forget. "Pleasure to meet you, Syrian. I'm Leo." Her head raised slightly, as though daring the two to question her name; Leo. A name commonly reserved for males, but she took pride in it, believing herself as good -if not better- than any male that might cross her path, and even those that she did not meet. Though the proud female had to admit that the male lion would be a formidable opponent, what with his large size, fangs, and claws that ripped through flesh. He was also a handsome male, though Leo would, quite frankly, rather eat Whisper, her beloved sister, than find anybody that she could settle down with. In fact, the idea was quite ridiculous, her, Leo, with anybody? Yes indeed, the idea was hilarious, humorous, and impossible to think about without gagging. That is what Leo did, though admittedly quite quietly. If she had a zebra for every fine male she had seen she would be fat, but that did not mean she was attracted to them in any way.. With her wandering mind placed in check, Leo moved her head slightly to look at both of them, but looking discreetly at the white lion. He had not given his name, though they both had claimed themselves to be loners, wanderers. "Ah, I see. I, too, am a loner, though I travel with my sister, Whisper. You haven't seen her, have you? Small lioness, light colored, blueish eyes?" It was worth a shot, though Leo doubted that the two would have seen her. If Whisper didn't want to be seen, there was a low chance of her being seen. Leo rolled her eyes at the thought of her slippery sister. Always sneaking off.. But, there still was a small chance that the two males had seen her, and Leo would take whatever chance she got. Her sister instincts were kicking in again, and Leo was beginning to get worried. The female felt a pair of eyes trained on her, and her gaze rose to meet a set of two soft blue eyes. The gaze did not waver, and nor did Leo's. She met his eyes with a look of determination and strength. If he was trying to intimidate her, he had another thing coming. Leo's Song

[Sophia]

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[atrb=background,http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/5762/syrianmidcopy.jpg,true] Leo seemed to note that he was not scared, and therefore he grew more guarded. One lion attacking was death with slight chance of living, two was certain death, and three was certain death with no means of escape whatsoever. If he wanted to live, the best chance would be to jump into the river with the crocodiles. That wasn’t a great chance. "Pleasure to meet you, Syrian. I'm Leo." He looked up to those pretty molten eyes and saw that they issued a challenge, just daring him to go ahead and ask about her name. Well, he didn’t find anything strange about her having a male’s name. Names didn’t matter, they just sorted people out so that he didn’t have to call people “Lion” or “Tiger.” "Ah, I see. I, too, am a loner, though I travel with my sister, Whisper. You haven't seen her, have you? Small lioness, light colored, blueish eyes?" Small lioness. Syrian was near relieved, but three lions was not necessarily good news. "Ah, no, I have not seen a lioness of that description," he said, scanning his mind for any hint of Whisper, but found none. "Words are this color!" These are thoughts! Tags: Zareb, Leo Notes: --- Muse: 4/10 Words: 193

[Cloudy]

[th] Zareb looks interestingly at the lioness, the one who calls herself Leo. What a curious name....it reminds me of the stars above that my father shared with me before his passing... Leo then proceeded to inquire if the white lion and caracal had been lucky enough to spot her sister, a white lion herself. Despite his growing interest, Zareb contained himself and thought it best not to show any outward signs of excitement since Syrian was beginning to sound more tense and glanced about warily, as if expecting a whole pride to come in and rip him to shreds. Sitting down again, Zareb calmly looked to Syrian as he gave his answer, and then back to Leo, sky-blue eyes lazy and seemingly uninterested. "I am afraid I too have not been fortunate enough to see your sister...er...Whisper, was it? But I wish you luck in your endeavors to find her."The white male said with sincerity and kindness in his deep tone. It was at that moment, Zareb was conscience of the fact he had not properly introduced himself, as the young caracal and fierce looking lioness had. He had not been accoustomed to giving out his name freely, being a wanderer and a male wonderer at that, so it was understandable he had neglected to do so. Not that he was going to suddenly burst into the conversation now with a late introduction, but if etheir of the smaller felines cared to inquire of it, Zareb would not be against doing so. "May I tell you something?" And they rethink the words inside [atrb=border,1,true] [atrb=width,300,true] [bg=black]

[Whisper]

Whisper slowly aroused herself from her deep, slumber. She cast her vision about the plains, and smiled relaxed, taking in the simple but beautiful sounds the falls had to offer. The quiet rustle of the trees, the distant rumble of the falls, the occasional quarrel of apes and monkeys residing in the treetops. The day was in it's glory, as was Whisper. She had caught and killed a antelope a moon ago, and had gorged herself. Her cream colored pelt was spotless, and her eyes shone with hope for the day.

But, even though she would have preferred to stay sprawled on that bolder, soaking in the sun's warm rays, she had to find her sister, who was probably out searching for her. I wish Leo could just let me be sometimes, She thought to herself. But Whisper also knew that Leo was very protective of her. Everyone looks at the smaller lioness, with her petite paws and slim, delicate features, and then at the stunning, strong abnormally large lioness, and thinks that Whisper needs Leo. But the truth was. Leo needed Whisper. Whisper knew this was true, so she tried to make her little adventures as short as possible.

All these thoughts swirled around in Whisper's head as her slim form slipped in and out of the vegetation surrounding the delta. She had no intention to be snagged by a crocodile.this morning. Speaking of the hunted, Whisper thought. I had best catch a meal for Leo. As if on cue, Whisper saw a rabbit zip past her, barely giving her enough time to realize what it was. The lioness wasted no time in pursuing the creature.

With every powerful stride, the white lioness caught up quickly with the rabbit, and used a trick she had watched cheetahs perform many a time. She swiped a paw across the rabbit's path, causing it to stumble, and fall. This gave the lioness enough time to skid to a stop by the frantic creature, and sink her ivories in it's throat. Whisper tossed the limp body up into the air, and lept to catch it. Off she went, the poor creatures lifeless body dangling from her mouth. Whisper was a huntress in her prime.

[Leo]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] Disappointment was clear on the lioness's face as both animals stated that they had not seen her sister, and she let out a quiet groan, rolling her yellow eyes. What was Whisper's problem? She knew better then to slip away from Leo! Whisper was a tiny lioness, good grief! What would happen if she ran into a bigger animal, and was unable to defend herself? Leo was huge in lioness standards, so she knew that she could hold her own against almost any animal, or at least give her sister time to run. Which, apparently, was what she was best at seeing, as she wasn't here! Leo reminded herself. Leo studied the two creatures in front of her, taking in every detail. Who knew, maybe one day she would find herself once again face to face, that time not as polite acquaintances, but as snarling opponents. The caracal she could handle, but the male lion? Maybe, with a handful of luck, and a feisty sister to back her up. Leo's mouth twitched at the thought of the few times Whisper had fought. She was not the best fighter, at least.. Whisper just wasn't big enough. The thought of Whisper's odd fighting style -dart around and bite at her opponent, but with more risk to self- brought her back to the thought of looking for her, and Leo's almost smile disappeared, horrible images of a bloodied and battered Whisper flashing through her mind. Yep; it would be a good idea to find her soon. Leo struggled to think back to the lion and the caracal she was currently talking to. "Erm.. that's too bad." she finished lamely, her eyes darting, searching for her sister. Leo scanned the group again and laughed softly. However, the smile did not reach her eyes, and the golden orbs remained as cold as ice. "Isn't this an odd group? A lion, a lioness, and a caracal. And none of us have snapped at each other." She nodded, her eyes clouding over in thought. The group was odd, for usually a caracal would not be brave enough to approach a lion. But as she had seen that neither looked angry, she had joined them, in vain hopes of getting directions to her sister. Leo's head snapped around, her eyes suddenly narrowing. A slight breeze drifted toward the trio, and a smile -a real, genuine smile- came across the lioness's face, her eyes lighting up and her smile as bright as the sun that shone above the misunderstood lioness. The breeze that came gently as could be, carried many scents- one of a female lioness's. Her eyes shined as she turned to the others, excitement evident on her face. "That's her. I'm sure you'll like her. She's very friendly." Leo assured the two. When Whisper was around, her very presence could change Leo, and expose the friendlier, calmer, and gentler Leo. The lioness threw her head back and opened her mouth, her fangs glinting in the hot sun. A deep, powerful roar echoed from her tawny maw, signaling her location to her sister. Leo beamed at the other two when she was finished, and she twitched her tail impatiently. It had been a mere hour or two, but it had seemed like a decade to Leo. Whisper was her other half, and the two were nearly inseparable. Unless, of course, Whisper decided to take one of her many hunting trips, like she had. But all negative thoughts disappeared when Leo remembered that her lovable sister should be coming, and Leo would soon see her again. Leo's Song

[Sophia]

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[atrb=background,http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/5762/syrianmidcopy.jpg,true] "Isn't this an odd group? A lion, a lioness, and a caracal. And none of us have snapped at each other." An odd group indeed, thought the caracal. The lioness took eyed him thoroughly, and he noticed it. He watched as the lioness forced a smile upon her face, her golden eyes still cold. Could something be molten yet cold at the same time? Syrian did not know. At first, Syrian had no idea what the roar meant, so he wondered about it, but realized that Leo was simply calling to her sister. He knew that Leo overlooked him as nothing, but he was not one to be overlooked, for Syrian had many skills up his sleeve. He couldn’t take on a huge lioness like Leo, so she had a point there. Still, if they battled, he was quite sure that he could escape alive. Leo’s lips curled upward in a real smile and her eyes now seemed less cold. " That's her. I'm sure you'll like her. She's very friendly." Syrian wasn’t so sure, but he took Leo’s word for it. "Words are this color!" These are thoughts! Tags: Zareb, Leo, Whisper Notes: --- Muse: 39/100 Words: 182

[Cloudy]

[th] Zareb perked as the lioness released a mighty roar, quite powerful for a female he thought. He was not alarmed by this echoing call, for lions used such bellows to signal to eachother their placements. He guessed Leo was doing the same to send for her sister, who wasn't too far from here judging from the way the scarred lioness looked off to the plains and returned her fierce gaze back to the caracal and himself. Except now, her golden eyes were softened and her grimice curved into a deadly smile as she spoke kindly of her sister. "That's her. I'm sure you'll like her. She's very friendly." Zareb was particurally interested in this Whisper Leo spoke of. White pelt and blue eyes? What are the odds of two rare colored lions meeting? Zareb's sky-blue eyes narrowed with interest and curiousity. It was quite an exciting expirence to finally meet someone who shared the majority of Zareb's physical features, especially since he had gone his entire life as the odd-ball-out and never seen another white lion in all his traveling. Perhaps this Whisper lioness shared the same values as he did. Then, if he was lucky, she would take to him.... The white male shook his mane to set his head straight. Such thoughts were surely normal for a young male but for some reason...they seemed wrong to Zareb. He had the rest of his life to think about a mate and starting his own pride, yes of course. But the odds aren't all in my favor. Most certainly I shall encounter larger more expirenced males and engage in battle with them....If I would be so lucky as to escape from such fights, I would still have to face the challenge for finding a lioness who would accept my...prominent features. After all, hunting is quite challenging when you have a pelt white as the tops of mountains. Zareb furrowed his brow in deep thought as he dwelt on such things. The heavy responsibility of carrying on his life and family line was back-breaking and darkened his mind, which he was not fond of. Quickly dismissing the wandering words of his mind, Zareb looked off with a clear-eyed gaze to the direction Leo had earlier, eager to meet Whisper and see what sort of lioness she was. "May I tell you something?" And they rethink the words inside [atrb=border,1,true] [atrb=width,300,true] [bg=black]

[Whisper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking." The white lioness loped up a slope toward the welcoming scent of her sister. Leo! She smiled, a joyful feeling shooting through her, Leo may be a pain at times, but the little lioness loved her with all her heart. She had always been there for her, and always tolerated her antics. And her pathetic fighting skills... Whisper shook off the thoughts, and quickened her graceful stride. She paused and, lifted a paw, frozen, and glanced around, she was close. Then, a magnificent roar pierced the silent atmosphere, and almost seemed to shake the very ground Whisper stood upon. Leo was here. "Leo! Leo!" She called out, then realized that was futile and opened her mouth, and let out a few short roars, sending a clear, sharp note. A hawk cawed out in response. The young lioness began to run again, her sleek body flashing in the sunlight, her powerful leg muscles rippling underneath her white pelt. Whisper slowed, as she spotted a golden figure, her stunning face set in her usual scowl. Whisper slowed, that was not unusual, what was unusual was the fact, Leo was with other felines. ...And not ripping them to shreds. That was beyond the extraordinary. A bemused expression crossed Whipser's beautiful face. "Hello sister," She said quietly, dropping the hare to the earth. "Who are your friends?" Whisper's Song