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 Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 8:13 pm
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The fire red lioness stalked through the sands, paws moving lightly with each step. Under the moonlight, her red coat shimmered, the white of her ears glowing against her darker hide. In the desert, the nitetime was the best for hunting, when smaller animals ventured from their burrows in the cool of the night.
Her head lowered, inhaling the scents that lingered just above the sands. Anarore stopped, eyes catching what she sought, tracks in the sand. She reached out a paw, examining the tracks, two small, two larger behind, a hare, most likely grazing on sprigs of brush growing between nearby rocks, perfect.
Her stance lowered, eyes narrowed, a smirk on her maw, silently stalking in the path of the tracks. Hello breakfast.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 8:32 pm
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The lioness tail lashed, stalking ever closer to her target. The hare would never know what hit it, Anarore was on it before it ever caught her scent, before it could even think, fangs sinking into the hide of its neck in an instant kill. A satisfied smirk, Anaroe licked her lips, the hare held in her jaws. It would make a fine meal.
Suddenly she was still, freezing in her tacks, her eyes narrowed. A scent in the air, one she did not recognize, strong enough to catch even through the blood of her prey. There was someone nearby, someone watching, she did not like being watched.
Her paws flexed, talons unsheathing before retracting again, eyes scanning the darkness around her.
"Who is there?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2018 7:07 am
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Red eyes narrowed, a soft growl around the hare held in her maw, tail lashing. It was her kill, and she would not share or surrender it, not to anyone, not even her lover. If the other thought otherwise, they would quickly find they were mistaken.
It was not until the other lioness spoke that Anarore allowed tensed muscle to relax, the growl growing quiet. She took a step forward, eyes settling on the darker form, taking in the details in the moonlight. She was smaller, far smaller than Ana was, but size was not an indication of strength.
"I do not need to know your rank, soldier. What brings you this way so late at night?"
Anarore had set her prey at her paws, it was far easier to speak without a furry creature in your mouth.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:04 pm
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"I'm not interested in formalities."
The fire lioness never had been one for such. A lion should be judged by their action and their strength, not by whatever the rank or the blood in their veins. A shrug, no, Anarore did not care about inner feelings, and she likely would have told the other she was being foolish for such thoughts.
"It is more peaceful at night, I appreciate the silence."
One paw rested on top of her slain hare protectively, perhaps a habit from growing up around stupidly annoying brothers. As they had grown, the siblings fought less, though truthfully she had never felt close to her brothers. They were annoying and foolish, and there had been many nights as a cub she had snuck away from the den to escape them.
"You will grow accustomed to the heat in time, or learn to walk the cooler sands."
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:26 pm
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"Then I suggest you learn to find the cooler sand."
A snort, Ana's eyes narrowed, she did not appreciate whining or self-pity. Either grow a spine and find your strength yourself, or shut up and fake it. No one is going to find your path for you or blow sunshine up your a**. If the dark lioness was looking for sympathy or reassurances, she would not find it from Anarore.
"Questioning yourself only weakens you. Either you find your strength or you don't, no one is going to do it for you. You make yourself strong, that is all that matter."
In other words, grow the ******** up and stop acting like a child. Anarore was not one to sugarcoat the truth, well, at least she had learned some tact as she had matured?
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