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Post by trau on Oct 15, 2010 3:29:26 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2008g3d.jpg] Stars blemished the black sky of the ever-familiar night, twinkling and glittering, flitting about and dancing in the air like luminescent fireflies trapped, trapped by their wings in oil black as black, the blackest black that could ever have been dreamed of.
Underneath the skies, the always present skies that had witnessed every act of any kind throughout all of time, whether it be an act of lust, of loneliness, or revenge or simply hatred. Yes, these stars knew all that tortured this hard Earth, and the stars were items that would never forget. These lonely souls would never forget sorrow, for they outlived all things.
Quiet under these stars, a cool night lay waiting for all creatures from whom these acts had been created, and through whom all acts could be reenacted. The chirp of the crickets, their high-pitched hum that echoed over all land, only to be caught and returned by the snow-peaked mountains so far, to echo endlessly over the raging seas.
Summer was quickly coming to a close, and each night grew more and more chilled as winter's equinox grew closer. Soon leaves would have abandoned their posts on the trees and taken up new positions as fuel to new leaves on the earth below, where fungi and insects would devour their paper skins and leave only leafy skeletons behind.
In the slowly arriving fall air, hot breath steamed, and eyes almost as dark and cold as the night peered out over mountains of trash, trash that had been breaking down for so long that all fragrance that had once come from it now smelled only of whatever the substance was, such as metal or rubber, or of nothing at all. It was strange, how nature took and gave in such strange patterns.
On a slender face, a face of bright golden fur, shadowed by the night, the eyes laid, watching and waiting underneath dark, blackened eyelids and permanently blackened tear lines. Perhaps some would show to the meeting that he had called. Perhaps none would. But he didn't lose hope that his Tribe would come to him.
Streiter was his name. Leading wasn't necessarily his game, but the monstrous lion knew that he could make it work. He closed his luminous eyes, eyes luminous as the stars above, for a moment, and then he shuddered, thinking of how all this had come to be. How had he come to power, after a leader so noble as Badeya? And why would she disappear?
Perhaps Streiter's followers would ask these same questions, and it was unsettling to him to know that he could not answer them, for he had no knowledge at all of what had become of her. Under his rule, though, Streiter was certain that peace could be made between all species, and that was the aim of the Lexis Tribe, so perhaps his answers would not matter, and perhaps they would ask him nothing at all and accept with quiet murmurings that the beast had taken over.
... but perhaps not.
Dissatisfied that his Tribe had not come to him yet, Streiter shifted slightly on his muscular haunches, and slowly he pulled in a deep breath of chilling starlit air, his mane-covered chest expanded to suit his needs, and then the silent song of the night was cracked, split into a million shards like many of the delicate glassy plates that humans had been so thoughtful as to leave behind.
The call was a roar, one of the mightiest; it was the roar of the lion, a call that echoed over water, earth and sky and blazed through the soul like fire. If this didn't catch their attention, then all the world had lost its ears to the lies the humans had left behind.
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Post by ♥Picasso on Oct 21, 2010 18:31:53 GMT
"He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful."
[ Doc ]
The roar had came when Doc had been sniffing about for food. The air was warm, but the inklings of autumn were soon filtering in. The leaves weren't as green as they had been the few weeks before, some were even beginning to fall prematurely. The air was getting slightly colder, a breeze arriving every so often and chilling Doc to the bone. He shivered momentarily as he felt the wind catch him unaware, before he began to walk in the direction of the roar. It had been a mighty one, he must admit. Doc was still getting used to the fact that there was a lion taking over the Tribe. He'd never actually met their previous leader, Badeya, but everyone knew that she had been a far smaller animal. Not only that, but she had been a dog. Now Doc was expected to take orders from a feline, which was a very odd situation indeed. Doc shook his head. Not that it mattered, Doc cared for everyone and wouldn't treat Streiter any differently.
The large cat came into view, and Doc increased his pace, bounding over to him with a grin on his face. His tail wagged erratically before he realised that he was the first one there. Then again, he'd been close by. There were probably other members that were far away, and it would take a while for them to come. Still, Doc held a dopey grin on his face as he approached and eventually reached the lion. He quickly bowed his head, to show his respect for the new leader, before he looked him straight in the eye. Doc could tell that he could potentially be an amazing leader, that would lead the Tribe away from war, and cease it altogether. Of course, Doc could always hope. Doc hated bloodshed and war, and believed that everything could end with words. Why couldn't they? Why must everything be solved over death? It helped no one, did it?
"Hello there!" He crowed ecstatically and a little too loudly, but Doc didn't stop there, "Very good to meet you! In fact, brilliant to meet you! I knew it was an excellent choice for you to lead this Tribe. I could never do it, you see. I'm far too talkative, although I do have the brains. If you'd like some brains, I'd offer to give you some, but that would mean I'd have to cut my head open. I'd rather that didn't happen." He blinked, before he remembered himself and closed his mouth, but not for long. "I'd better shut up. Ever since I was a pup I would be scolded for talking too much, but I really have no idea what I'd do without my tongue. How would I cope? I'd rather die!" Then Doc remembered, once again, that he most likely needed to be quiet. "Oh! Yes, quiet. I'm quiet, now." He replied without needing prompted, and he sat obediently, stating up at the large Lion.
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Post by trau on Oct 22, 2010 2:25:44 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2008g3d.jpg] Streiter's small, round emerald eyes locked instantaneously on the black dog, a little flicker of interest and slight amusement and surprise flitting about in their shadowed depths. The first of his Tribe to come... Fantastic.
Respectfully, the male dipped his head in return. Though I may be the leader of this Tribe, I'm no greater than any of them. We're all equals. It's why the Lexis Tribe was created, to be equals, was it not? The beginnings of a sleek, white, sharp smile cracked between his dark golden lips as the canine began to speak and ramble.
Though paying close attention to the canine's words, at the same time Streiter found himself scrutinizing the odd and talkative creature with slightly narrowed eyes. He tried to conjure up a name for this creature, but he could think of nothing. He would have to ask once he had stopped going off on this random little tangent.
Streiter noted everything that he could about this canine, however. The breed, the lion guessed, was a hound of some kind. He was lean, long, and scruffy, with a pointed snout and eyes barely hidden by his scraggly fur. Now that he thought about it, perhaps he was an Afghan Hound. Breeds mattered not to him in the wild, however. He was merely curious.
Simply by watching the dog move, twitch, and jump slightly whilst his mouth moved almost endlessly with very sad attempts to silence himself, Streiter could tell that he was hyper and excited. The dog had practically said the same thing.
The lion laughed heartily and said to his follower, an amused smirk on his face, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm certain that your brains could prove quite useful." He waved his paw, as if waving off the thought, "I'd prefer that you keep your brains in your own head, sir. I don't believe they'd do me much good in a mushy little pile on the pavement."
This dog didn't stop talking at all. Not that Streiter minded; bonding with the Tribe would be an important part of a successful leadership. With that thought in mind, he kept his attention purely on the dog, though his ears swiveled as he tried to locate more potential gatherers. So far as he knew, no others had come just yet.
Streiter let a low, entertained laugh as he listened to the dog try to silence himself, almost to no avail. The lion said, finally, once the dog had hushed, "Don't worry about how much you speak. I'm not here to control you in any way. It's your right to speak as much as you wish. And I do enjoy listening to others speak. It's an interest of mine, watching and listening to the different ways creatures communicate..."
He let out a sigh and murmured, "The way their lips and jaws move, some barely at all, some over-exaggerated, some voices low and rumbling and some high and piercing... it's all very interesting." He smirked. "That's just how I feel. I was never really in an environment where communicating was smile upon."
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Post by Hunter on Oct 24, 2010 15:39:29 GMT
The chilly night made her black body shiver. Summer would soon come to an end, and fall was approaching. And after fall, the winter would come. The weight she had lost in the days of scarce prey had she long ago gained back. But the thoughts of one more cold winter and a difficult spring weren’t the thoughts she preferred. The new leader, Streiter, hadn’t taken over the Tribe in the best season. Though it was only fall which was coming, the prey would only become scarcer in the next weeks. But winter was the true problem – in winter, it was especially important to work together as a Tribe to survive the conflicts of winter. But maybe she would do better this year, when she was in a tribe.
Jura had heard there was a gathering tonight, because Streiter now had become the new leader. She had never talked with the previous leader of the Tribe, and as a pretty new member of this tribe, she also knew little of the new leader. She only knew that it was a male lion, and it was only of her likening that the new leader was a feline. Sometimes she could have a hard time with canines, but she wanted to do this – wanted to learn how to work together with them. To become friends with them, instead of fighting them. Hating them. Canines couldn’t be that different from the feline species.
Though Jura walked toward the gathering place, she was clearly too slow. A roar in the night broke the silence and awakened her from her thoughts. It was him. Streiter. Calling the tribe together. There was no doubt it was him. She made her paces longer, started to run through the night as a living shadow, her whole body working together to pull her stocky body forward toward her leader’s roar. Stocky, yes, but though her body was kind of compact as other jaguars, she still moved through the night with a certain grace. The moon and the starts were the lamps of the night, lightening up her way through Lexis territory.
It was no problem to spot the two creatures when she arrived on the junkyard. One of them was some kind of canine, and the other… was without doubt the new leader. The lion Streiter. She stopped running, and approached the two tribe members with long paces. She calmed in her body with the sight of them, which made her body sway from side to side in typical female-feline movements. When she came nearer, she heard some of their conversation. “… "That's just how I feel. I was never really in an environment where communicating was smile upon."
”Talking about communication. That roar will certainly make the tribe members speed up and get their butts moving. But it still seems like I’m one of the first to come.” More playful than actually cocky in her voice, Jura was a teasing personality without being unpleasant. She stopped before Streiter and the dog and looked at them with her golden feline-eyes.
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Post by trau on Oct 24, 2010 16:41:18 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2008g3d.jpg] Streiter's ears flicked back, and then forward again, as he heard the sound of soft paws hitting the earth, picking up speed. Obviously someone had been drawing closer to the meeting area before Streiter had made his mighty, bold call. A slender black body made its way into the clearing that Streiter had chosen for the meeting. A jaguar. He smiled at her and dipped his head to her before she settled into the clearing near the Afghan hound.
The golden-furred lion's ears now perked up and angled towards the jaguar as she spoke. He laughed once, a low rumble that sounded like an earthquake taking place in his chest, and he nodded, replying, "Well, that was my plan. However, I don't believe we're on any time crunch of any sort. We have no plans for the Tribe as of yet, do we?" His nose twitched, and he asked the two dark creatures, "Had Badeya been working on any particular projects before she disappeared?"
He wanted to make sure that, if her plans were important, they'd be completed before (or maybe after) Streiter begun his plans for the Tribe. He didn't want the sudden switch of power to shock the Tribe or make them feel uncomfortable. Streiter rumbled softly, staring evenly into the jaguar's golden eyes, "I'd hate to take up you and this sir's time tonight. Hopefully they will hurry to meet. I'd like to get to know some of you."
Smiling serenely, he said, "What are your names, anyways? As you know, I'm Streiter."
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Post by Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 18:18:20 GMT
She looked at her leader with her golden eyes. A true beast he was. No doubt he would be fit to protect the tribe, though he maybe was a little up in the ages. Though it was dark because of the night, Jura caught the sight of something on his body. Scars maybe. Would it surprise her if it was? Actually not. He was a male after all, and they were in times of war, though she had chosen the most peaceful side in this city. Though only a second had gone, she decided that she had been silent long enough. Time to answer Streiter’s question. ”Well.. You see. Actually, I’m pretty new at this place, so I don’t know anything about Badeya’s plans and such things. Maybe you should speak with the Leader of the Warriors or some of the other leaders in the tribe.” She then thought about the word leader, and felt a little uncertain, though that was rare for her nature. But this was the first time she saw the leader, so better not mess it up ”Or, well, actually, you’re the leader.. the Alpha, you know.. yeah, of course you know, because you’re the leader, but..-” Where did the “don’t mess it up-part” leave your mind? she thought grimly, and realized she had been talking too fast. ”-.. nothing,”she ended her sentence. ”My name is Jura by the way,” she said quickly – the leader.. the Alpha - ..no, the leader – the Alpha – leader – Alpha - whatever! had asked of her name, right?
Why was she so nervous anyway? She didn’t usually act this way. Seriously girl, get a grip on the things, okay? She made a sigh and licked her black fur at her shoulder with three quick strokes with her pink tongue. Then she started to relax and put her focus on the male lion again with a little smile on her lips.
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Post by trau on Oct 27, 2010 23:18:38 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2008g3d.jpg] The face of the lion seemed to soften, if only slightly. The little dark hairs on the bridge of his nose seemed to flatten, as though they had been raised with tension or anxiety moments before. Even Streiter's piercing jade eyes seemed to warm to a lovely turquoise color, though in the shadows of night, the slight change was hardly noticeable. He watched the jaguar, Jura, as she scanned him.
Subconsciously, he shifted where he sat and let his chest broaden slightly placing his paws firmly on the pile of trash supporting his weight now, regarding her with beckoning eyes. He wanted her to watch him and search him and scan him. He would expect nothing different; after all, he was taking over the Tribe. They should wonder about him, should they not?
His chin turned upward slightly after a moment of silence, his eyes glistening with acknowledgment as a little spark of interest and then, quickly, acceptance ignited in her large, luminous feline eyes. She had noticed his scars. If only it were noon, or even just a shade lighter out in the open, she could see that he had countless more. He wondered where she thought that they had come from. Maybe she was right. Maybe not. He was no mind reader, so he certainly couldn't tell what it was that she was thinking.
In response to her first statement, Streiter softly grunted in acknowledgment. Ah, so this Jura's a newer member... Well, then, she won't have to adjust much to having a new leader, I suppose. He nodded once in agreement as she stated that he should speak to the other members, and then a bit of surprise came over him when Jura began to stumble about her words and murmur and stammer quietly that that hadn't been what she'd meant to say, and that he was the leader, no one else.
The little exchange between no one from the female made Streiter smile softly and chuckle to himself. As she came to a close on her little tangent, cutting herself off with a simple and non-descriptive "... nothing.", he locked eyes with her and rumbled soothingly, "There's no need to correct yourself or be nervous in front of me Jura. We were all created equal. Simply ruling the Tribe makes me no greater than anyone, not you nor this fellow here, whose name I still haven't heard."
The slender smile creeping across his golden face, parting his dark lips with a streak of white fangs, he continued, "Jura is a lovely name, by the way. Thank you for coming to meet me tonight. I hope I didn't take out of your schedule."
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Oct 28, 2010 20:05:37 GMT
No One Ever Died From My Sins In Hell As Far As I Can Tell At Least The Ones I've Gotten Away With!
It didn't take long for the dog of the hour to arrive. Well, the dog of the hour in his own eyes. Lifting his head into a howl, he sang as he usually did, his voice as cheerful as ever, "I wanna be the minority! I don't need your authority! Down with the moral majority, cause I wanna be the minority!"
And then with a leap that was almost akin to a stage dive, he came to stand next to Doc, his faithful companion whom he'd made friends with since he first came here. "What's the news Captain?" he asked the big lion. "I haven't had a chance to meet you myself, but I've seen you around. Name's Strychnine Twitch, and I promise as long as you don't think I'm as annoying as a pup with fleas, we'll get along famously!"
The canine known as Twitch laughed at his own joke, a smile spreading even farther up his maw, if that was possible, "Though really sir, it is an honor to finally meet you."
An honor, and a spectacle, he thought. A white lion! What a beast! What an amazing creature to lead them! Strychnine Twitch had nothing but admiration for such an animal in all honesty, though outwardly, he was still as big a joker as ever. He tilted his head one way, and then another as he looked up at the new leader, "That has got to be the fluffiest mane I've ever seen in my life. Do you style it? Nah, I'm just messing around. I'll just shut up and continue humming my songs to myself. Imagine a fool like me actually conforming, right Doc?"
He snickered to his friend and then sat down, wondering where the rest of the pack was. Lately, he had been worried about his friend Zack. Since the storms, the canine seemed more down than usual, and despite Twitch's practical jokes, he couldn't get the wolf-dog to smile. Well, hopefully he had heard the calling and would come soon.
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Post by scarlett on Oct 28, 2010 23:33:43 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,459,true] | [atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/rs7jt0.jpg] The sky looked as if a blue-black velvet blanket had been laid over it, while starts sparkled like well polished diamonds in the sky. The moon shone unto the earth with its luminescent glow; illuminating light here and there, but also making dark shadows where the dangers of the night lay. Sounds of crickets chirping, rats scurrying, and flies buzzing made up the harmony of the junkyard. Even though these noises would annoy basically any leaving creature when their awake during the day, much less trying to sleep during the night, a spotted and striped figure that rested within a battered basket, on top of a tattered blanket, slept through it all like a rock. Occasionally, she would twitch a ear here, or a foot there to keep the pests off of her, but otherwise than that, Scarlett was out for the count.
She had another adventurous day, where her mind thought up schemes of honor and glory, and as always, she put those plans to action. Thankfully, as always, she somehow came home from her adventure safe and sound. When a thunderous roar disturbed the peaceful night, Scarlett sprang to her paws, claws out, and eyes scanning her whereabouts for intruders. It took her a moment to realize that the roar was a Lexis Tribe summoning. Taking deep breaths, Scarlett calmed her racing heart, and allowed her fut to lye flat.
Once she was completely calm, her topaz eyes swept the area once more before she swiftly made her way towards where she heard the roar at a steady trot. Being practically born in the tribe, and raised here, Scarlett knew that Badeya disappeared, and that in her place, they had gotten a new leader. But that was about it; Scarlett didn't know which canine or feline had decided to take up the responsibility of the tribe on their shoulders, but she guess that she was about to find out now. Pretty soon, two dogs, and two wildcats came into view. Some faces were familiar, some weren't; that wasn't a surprise to Scarlett, she had seen many faces come and go since she's been here.
Setting her sights on the huge felines, she tried to decipher which one of them would have been more likely to make the fierce roar she had earlier. That didn't take the young Savannah cat long; it was obviously the male lion. Quickly making her way over to him, she nodded her dead in greeting to her other tribemates, whether they knew her or not, but didn't stop to speak. It was only right to speak to a leader first whenever they were within an area, so she hoped they didn't take her action offensively even though she acknowledged them. Once making it to the huge golden feline, Scarlett deeply dipped her head in the formal, respectful bow of a warrior to their leader.
Once she was through bowing, Scarlett flashed her teeth in a toothy smile, and finally spoke. "Hello, I'm Scarlett! I'm just going to go ahead and assume that you're the new leader? I really hope so, because if you're not, I just embarrassed myself." Scarlett couldn't help pausing to let out a small mrrow of laughter at her own antics.
But, before she could let him reply, she rambled on. "But, if you are, then it's nice to meet you," Then, glancing towards the huge black she-cat, Scarlett attempted to catch her eye, so that way the panther would know that Scarlett had noticed her. "The both of you."
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Post by Hunter on Oct 29, 2010 19:01:49 GMT
She felt a little awkward after her bummer, but Streiter took it nicely. It seemed like he was some kind of cunning, or maybe he was just nice. It was probably the last. She smiled more when he complimented her name as a lovely name – it seemed like he knew how to flatter others with compliments. She liked him for that – she wasn’t a female for nothing.
Before she could answer the lion, another member from the Lexis tribe arrived. She turned to look at the dog who had called out in the night. He seemed to be full of energy, and Jura smiled of his happiness. There was some kind of casual aura around him, as if he didn’t care of what others thought about him – in the good way. It seemed like the dog, who was named Strychnine Twitch, had been a member of this Tribe for far longer time than she had herself. He sat down at Doc’s side as they were very good pals. Maybe it wouldn’t take a long time before she felt home at this place with friends and everything. The others seemed to be nice – and wasn’t that why she had chosen this Tribe? To learn nice felines and canines to know? Especially canines, so she would learn that the war between canines and felines was pointless. At this place, the war was frowned upon and not accepted.
Now another member arrived. It seemed like the Tribe now started to gather. This was a feline, a female cat. A smile was once again found on her black lips when the cat, Scarlett, introduced herself before them. Talking about embarrassment - that was what Jura had done to herself just before. But of course, then it had just been Streiter and Doc, a few less than now. ”The both of you,” said Scarlett. Jura’s golden eyes met Scarlett’s when the cat looked at her, and she nodded her head in a welcoming gesture. ”You too, Scarlett,” she said in a warm voice and continued, “my name is Jura.” Both Streiter and Doc knew this already, but now that she knew Twitch’s and Scarlett’s names, she felt that she had to introduce herself to them. Just common courtesy.
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Post by trau on Oct 29, 2010 23:17:05 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2008g3d.jpg] The brawny lion chuckled with amusement as a slender, bouncy dog made his way into the junkyard clearing, howling his raucous tune as loud as his lungs could manage, an earnest grin on his face that warmed Streiter's heart. "Strychnine Twitch, you say? A pleasure to meet you as well, good sir." A very soft smile kept Streiter's face split. What amusing creatures there are here in the Lexis Tribe! he thought to himself, wrapping his bushy gold tail around his massive paws. All so friendly and... comfortable. Comfortable to be around. Like a family. Yes, I'd go as far as to say that we're like a family. And yet I barely know any of these creatures here! Well, I should hope this all changes by the end of this evening.
He shook his head and rumbled with a smirk, "Now, Twitch, why on earth would I find you to be annoying?" He laughed a few more times before the creature had finally gone back to humming his own tunes to himself, and by that point another creature came to join them, a lovely looking housecat. The mighty lion dipped his head to her and said serenely, "Welcome to the meeting, Scarlett!" He chuckled and nodded at her. "Yes, I'm the leader, Streiter. It's an honor to meet you, all of you. It really is. I'm happy to know that this Tribe is so welcoming to all of its members. I hope not to ruin the order of things while I'm in charge."
The lion looked out over the horizon, his sharp emerald eyes scanning the surface of the world as far as he could see. Were no others coming yet? Perhaps they'd been too far away to hear his call. Well, it was still early. Perhaps more would be arriving within the next few minutes. This meeting wasn't mandatory, anyhow. But he had really hoped that some would arrive. He wanted everyone to feel that nothing was really changing with him taking over the Tribe, but if they didn't arrive, maybe it was because they felt it was already changing. Had Badeya, perhaps, not called any Tribe meetings when she was in power? Was Streiter already changing the order of things and making others feel like outsiders? He prayed not.
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Post by dwdruid on Oct 31, 2010 1:17:37 GMT
As Streiter's roar traveled over the, Shadow Pelt opened one lazy eye in response. Recognizing the call, he closed his eyes again and thought about whether to respond or not. While he would prefer to return to sleep and the meeting wasn't mandatory, it wouldn't do well to put the wants of himself before The needs of his new tribe. Besides, the new leader had just taken charge and it might be in his best interest to meet him. "But nothing to hurry to," Shadow Pelt thought as he slowly rose from the ground. Taking his time, Shadow Pelt became to stretch and flex his muscles. After flexing, he began to groom his dark gray fur, smoothing it out where he had been laying on it. Finally finished and feeling he put it off long enough, he made is way to the meeting point. Nearly invisible under the dark night sky, Shadow Pelt moved silently over the cold, dark ground. Autumn was on its way, chilling the air, but Shadow Pelt's coat was already beginning to thicken in preparation for winter.
Nearly the site, Shadow Pelt's emerald eyes could pick out three figures ahead, two canines and three felines. While an allegiance between the two different creatures seemed unnaturally to him, he knew that in these peace was always the best solution over war, whether it was in the wild or anywhere else in the world. Shadow Pelt heard that the new Alpha would was a male lion, a good choice as African lions tend to be natural leaders as much as mountain lions are natural loners. He approached the group and instantly his eyes fell upon the large male lion in front of him. The look in the creature's eyes and the various scars over his body triggered two instincts with the mountain lion's mind. Respect, for any animal who could survive through so many battles earned such recognition, and fear, for such a lion would be an experienced fighter and a dangerous one at that. Shadow Pelt focused on the feeling of respect and gave a short bow with his head to show it. "Greetings Alpha, I am he who is called Shadow Pelt. While new to the Lexis Tribe, I swear upon my honor to serve you to the best of my abilities." He then waited for the Alpha's response.
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Post by trau on Oct 31, 2010 1:59:47 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2008g3d.jpg] The gentle emerald eyes of the brawny male fell upon a lean figure, a figure that, in the dark, he could instantly recognize as a mountain lion by scent, stride, and outline. A warm smile spread across his face, and he dipped his head low to the creature as it arrived. "Good evening, new member Shadow Pelt. It's an honor to meet you, and an honor to have a creature as noble as you to serve our Tribe." He raised his head and offered the male puma a pleased grin. This gathering was already turning out quite well. The members seemed so willing to introduce themselves and to allow Streiter to introduce himself to them. Already he could tell that a strong Tribe bond was forming between them.
He looked around. Yes, there were already many here with him. It was a pleasing site. Two canines, called Doc and Strychnine Twitch, and four felines now; himself, Jura, Scarlett, and this fellow, Shadow Pelt. He was pleased with the turnout, but her prayed that more were coming. He hoped to get everyone in on his plans for the Tribe before the night was over. He didn't want to change much, really, merely state his rules and guidelines and to appoint positions, or find out what positions had been there before the lion had come to take his place as the Lexis Tribe's leader. He hoped that this transition would be as fluid as he could possibly make it.
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Post by dwdruid on Nov 1, 2010 5:32:57 GMT
Shadow Pelt regarded his new Alpha's words with a mix of mutual respect and a quick sensation of disgust. He could help it as mountain lions were loners and didn't have 'prides' or 'tribes' in the wild, so to have someone whom he would have to serve and answer to would take of adjustment of his part. With one last nod of his head, Shadow Pelt stepped back into the circle of followers surrounding the great lion, laid on his stomach and rested his head on his forepaws.
In an act of instinct, Shadow Pelt scanned the other animals around him, taking stock on the company he was keeping. His eyes first settled on the only two canines that have appeared thus far, the ones who call themselves 'Doc' and 'Strychnine Twitch' (such odd names these domestic creatures have). They weren't the biggest dogs he'd ever seen, "The gray wolf I met years ago could've probably even them both in one gulp", Shadow Pelt thought. Both had black fur That made the two slightly difficult to identify in the blanketing darkness of the autumn night. The feature that Shadow Pelt noticed most of all were their smiles, which was already starting to annoy him. That meant that they were probably the irritating types who would talk with no end and truly test his patience. "I hope our interactions will be brief and infrequent."
Next in line was the small house cat known as Scarlett. While almost too tiny to seem be any kind of help, Shadow Pelt had developed a lingering esteem for his tame, undersized cousins. The last feline left was the one whom Shadow Pelt regarded with the most interest. A female jaguar, or 'panther' depending on who is asked, with abnormally black fur that reminded him of his own dark fur. Since he was woken from Streiter's roar, Shadow Pelt showed the first and fainest emotion by cocking an interested eye at the creature. Adding to the mystery of this graceful creature was the fact that he didn't know what she was called. While most would ask with such curiosity, he was content to wait and observe to find out on his own. As he worked out what the female's name could be, Shadow Pelt remained on the ground, studying her for any clue to help him determine her identity.
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Post by heartfeltxgoodbyes on Nov 4, 2010 23:13:24 GMT
A main Coon she-cat bounds quietly toward the gathering of the Lexis tribe. Her movements are silent and her coat contrasts against the surrounding foliage. Her long coat brushes against the ground as she moves. Her ears are tuned into the surrounding noises. As she nears closer to the large gathering, she stops and hesitates. I hate large crowds. She shivers at the thought but resumes moving forward with silent paw steps.
She's average size for a Maine Coon. Her hazel eyes quickly scan the area. A brief fear scent rolls off of her but is quickly extinguished with something far less potent. Neutrality. She shakes out her coat as she finally arrives amongst the array of felines and canines. Her hazel gaze flits around the creatures. Big. Small. And in between. She flicks her ear slightly. Then her gaze settles upon a lion. That must be the leader of the tribe. No doubt about it. She moves forward toward the lion and dips her head.
"Hello. My name is Andromeda, the new feline of the tribe." Now of all times, she is finally thankful for her coat. It hides the flush of embarrassment as she speaks to the leader. Ever so slowly and without realizing it, she backs away. A faint flicker of fear flashes in her eyes. Nyeh..why must I be so afraid? She wants to scream within frustration and stamp her paws around in a temper tantrum. Why can't she be strong like some of the other felines and canines? No, instead she has to be weak, scared, and easily controlled. Not to mention gullible.
She releases a quiet sigh and shakes her head to clear her mind of all the confusing negativity. Ugh..I must seem so pathetic. Luckily for me, this is a peaceful tribe. She shivers once more and attempts to distract herself by listening to the sounds of the crickets. With another sigh, she drags her claws slowly along the ground. Every few moments, her curved claws dig into the soil, turning it up. She doesn't mind the dirt in her claws. It makes the agitation of the long claws somewhat bearable.
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