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Weather & Seasons
Season: Rainy
Quarter: Late Winter
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Finally, the rainy season has arrived and hope is returned to the Pridelands. Knowing they now have a good chance of surviving, it is time to find a King to lead them, and Ibana has been secretly taking care of this mission. Meanwhile, Princess Lainika is biding her time, awaiting the day she is old enough to seek revenge on the Pridelanders for what they have done to her destiny...
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An antelope raised it's head, black orbs outlined with white short hairs. It had heard somthing, and paused for a moment before lowering it's head again to continue it's meal. The meal that would be it's last. Luka stared out with wide alert eyes as she waited for the ooved beast to venture closer, closer to it's death trap. She kept low to the ground, her white tummy (which was leaner than usual) sinking into the soft earth. She felt her muscles twitch under anxiety, until the right moment happened. SHe sprang out in a hurried rush, jaws open as she reached out to trip the already terrified antelope. She scrambled after it as it evaded her claws, till it bumped into another misfortuned female antelope. Sinking her teeth into flesh, she held on as the antelope gave it's final death cry, before Luka sat up onto her haunches, breathing hard for a few moments. They were getting faster, the little devils. She wasn't made for long running, and it was harder without another working with you. Taking the dead creature back into her jaws, she dragged it to the shade of where she had hidden, and began to rip at the fresh kill.
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The Female antelope who had bolted was tackled to the ground by Kronos, slammed into the ground with a couple of cracks, 2 in the ribs and one in the neck. It was quick, silent and easy as he looked to see where it had been grazing. Oh yeah, he saw the white lioness, the one who triggered the panic of which he took advantage of. Looked like he was seeking and exploiting all opportunities he can see.
"Thanks," he called over, his foreign accent practically dripping from the word as he started his meal with the first cut across the dead creature's chest.
He was right about him cracking 2 ribs from where he had pushed his paws in and he had started eating. Hunger wasn't a huge factor of his life but when it did strike, he was nearly senseless in his kill. He looked over to the white Lioness, never seeing such colour before on a predetor before again, focusing on his food.
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"Command is the act of balancing on a vine and convincing others that it is firm ground""Days of planning. Weeks of building. Months of perfecting. Seconds of smashing""Chaotic Neutral. They'll buy you lunch 'cause they stole your breakfast!"Kronos' Profile
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Kronos also had finished his meal, paws and maw bloodied. He had eatten away the chest area of the antelope and had found that he had, infact, broken 2 ribs. He had taken a rib and is now gnawing on it, getting the peices of meat stuck in between his teeth out and killing the itch which had developed while he had ate around the back teeth.
He had acknowledged the responce of the white lioness with a nod before sticking the bone sideways in his mouth and biting through it, breaking the bone into peices which he had spat out of his mouth. His strength wasn't failing him, not yet it wasn't and so he was still young, as he concluded. Before long, he realised he had yet to clean the blood from his maw and paws and did that before settling down and letting his body calm down and rejuvinate.
With nothing else to do, he looked back at the white lioness on her back and pondered upon how she became that colour. Although it would seem like the same way as him, it probably wouldn't be since he and his pack had been travelling while she looked like the others who live here. Although he didn't realise it but he was staring at her a little, eyes a little blank as he deeped himself in thought.
((OOC: Sorry, forgot to add on the last part))
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"Command is the act of balancing on a vine and convincing others that it is firm ground""Days of planning. Weeks of building. Months of perfecting. Seconds of smashing""Chaotic Neutral. They'll buy you lunch 'cause they stole your breakfast!"Kronos' Profile
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Kronos let out a low growl at the mention of humans.
"Humans..." he started, "They were the reason why my pack and my forefathers travelled so far south. If not our journey, I wouldn't be alive and my ancestors would be dead."
He completely despised the humans. Then again, why wouldn't he? His pack died because of them, he was a lone survivor because of them, the humans were the cause of all the problems in his life. Now, he couldn't even sleep peacefully, getting up swiftly at the slightest foreign sound.
"They are cruel savages who should be put to death," he said with a snarl.
He had looked up to see the things which seemed to be made to burden the senses and his hatred deepened. The weaklings wanted to rule over all the world and they need the help of such idiotic things. Then he shook his head. All these murderous thoughts may turn him onto the path of which he was warned again from walking.
"Well, I'm here alone now, my pack died out because of the damned journey," Kronos said with a sharp exhale, "It must of been hell not knowing whom were sworn by your side."
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"Command is the act of balancing on a vine and convincing others that it is firm ground""Days of planning. Weeks of building. Months of perfecting. Seconds of smashing""Chaotic Neutral. They'll buy you lunch 'cause they stole your breakfast!"Kronos' Profile
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