never had a good intention (Anshira)

[Wrath.]

Powerful muscled shifted beneath his fore shoulders, digging into the soil beneath him. Dust clouds rose up around the playful form, hiding him for a few moments in the thick of the plain grass. The male gave a massive snort as he rolled back onto his pale stomach, shaking his massive head, the thick of his mane shimmering and shaking. Dust began to fall off his frame once more. Falling back into his impression in the dirt he sighed heavily. The sun was fading, and he was grateful. The heat was a harsh thing to take some days, especially when a male was as active as Wrath. Antsy, impatient, and always moving it seemed. But for now, he lay a heap of muscle, sinew, and fur. His right hind haunch lay easily, stretched out as far as it could. He was a bit more careful with it in. How he lay, it was easy to see how his leg was bent, and his hip awkwardly a bit higher then the other. He could remember how he got it all too well, but he would never share such a story.

Looking out onto the lands once more, away from the mutilation, he felt the new breeze. It was cool, and gentle against his face, whiskers shivering with its presence. He was pleased with how his day had gone. Fat on an antelope, he was at peace. But with the breeze, a new scent came. A female. He shivered slightly, anticipation stirring inside of his legs and belly. Rising to all four muscled limbs, he took a stroll in the direction that her scent led him. Smiling crookedly, he soon quickened the pace. Adrenaline and power in every crazed and haphazard movement. He wasn't the most graceful creature, but he had power and ability, if he tried. Tossing his massive cranium with new joy, he soon came upon her frame work in the distance. She was alone, but many other female scents lay with her at one point. Not now though, and for the chance at hand, he gave an all to visible shiver.

As he neared her, he spotted the perfect thing close to the few trees offering her shade. He gave a low growling snarl of a greeting to her and without much hesitation took a few steps forward. He towered her, and he was only near two years of age. But he was still growing. He lowered his head slightly though, a smile playing on those cute kitten whiskers. "Well now... Who do we have here?" Sarcasm and lust might as well been his name for all that fell from his voice. He soon came to rest on those haunches, hiding for the most part his mutilation. "I am Wrath, and you my lovely are?" He canted his head, a habit of his. It was always done when he showed respect and interest. That was the only sign, otherwise he would have yawned and fell over to his side without much other worry then to relax and mildly flick the flies away from his round ears.

occ;; wow this sucks XDD

[anshira]

Laying silently, unknowing her scent reached the nose of another, Anshria was ready to doze off. She observed the dark clouds, which collided and rolled around against each other. She sensed rain would fall soon. The humid smell of the air stuck in her nostrils and made her fur greasy and in need to combing every few hours. That was a bit of a put-off, considering she wasn't exactly the one to worry about her appearance, as other females were.

But, who couldn't hear those heavy, uneven and unfamiliar steps thundering over the land. Only the silliest of newborns could mistake that for an 'ess. Her ears swiveled to the direction of the noise - if the lion was just to walk through the land, she'd let him go. She was, after all, alone here, and would prefer not to have to ward one away alone. But the noises only continued to grow to forte. She cursed silently in her head, upset that she would have to always chase out stupid unwanted males. Takiri and Anshira, and their sisters, were male-less. Their last male had died of wound infection. Wherever he got this wound from, they didn't actually know. He didn't that much, anyway. Only when the lionesses were in immediate danger of death was when he decided to jump in.

Suddenly, Wrath was basically standing atop of her. Feeling his cold words caress her face like icy finger, she leaped to her legs, all fours planted into the soil. after he introduced himself, she felt the infrared of the rolling clouds vibrate her body. She growled lightly at him, in a less-than-friendly manner, her lips curled up slightly. She felt her whiskers twitch.

"What're you doing here?" She replied, ignoring his unnecessary question. Now that she stood, she was roughly his size, a bit smaller. To be fair, she was a year older, and she knew, quite sadly, that he would soon grow to be quite a bit larger than she. "You aren't welcome!" She instantly swiped for his face, her right fore paw pushed out those sharp, long and deadly hooked claws. If she was fast enough, she could either scratch the surface or dig them in fully and yank at her flesh. But she knew she wouldn't do the latter - because she would then be attached to him and he could get her out quickly, injuring her a great deal, too. He just needed a stupid warning to fuck off.

ooc. merh! i like this postie. xD

[Wrath.]

He was un phased by the coldness of her words, but he was a bit more surprised when she decided to take a swipe at his handsome face. Tossing his massive head, to one side, he felt her thick nails carve into the side of his head. He smiled, despise the sliver of blood that now trailed down the golden fur. He looked back at her, and let a low growl come between a toothy grin. "Well now that you have taken your swing, you can settle down. I haven't come to harm you, or any other lioness of your pride. Simply wondering when I smelled you dear, now settle down." He knew his words wouldn't be of much use, so he made his first stupid and bold move. Taking a swift stride forward, throwing one massive limb upward to playfully swipe at her shoulder and neck. He wouldn't of been surprised if she lunged right then, but hell, he could use a good romp, right? Even through her anger, and clear warnings, Wrath was foolish enough to continue his games and jokes.

Moving swiftly, he'd expect another good swipe across his haunches, maybe she'd notice his mutation.. The thought made him snarl and he turned to face her once more. He didn't want to hear what sour words she could come up with about his haunches. She wouldn't understand that story anyway. He soon rested into sitting though, hoping to avoid the conflict. Though it was still easy to see that his hind leg wasn't straight, it was crooked, bent and somewhat causing him pain. His eyes grew a bit serious as he watched the female again. "Are you going to tell me your name....? Or will I have to go through a list and try to guess?" He smiled slightly then, lowering his head, tail flicking about his haunches, showing his eagerness to play once more. He wasn't a vicious soul, at least not entirely. See he still had a cute kitteny side, but he'd had his fights already, even so young, and foolish as he could be.

He couldn't deny he was a bit agitated at her lack of attention on him. She couldn't just lighten up and enjoy herself for a split moment. He realized she must be the leader of the pride that was roaming around here. He stood a little straighter then, what height he held over her. He was younger then she he'd guess, but he was still growing. One day he would be a massive creature, and then what? See if they still looked down on him then when he was as handsome as any king should be. He lifted his head a bit higher then. He had pride of course, but the thought also brought out another thought. What about the lead male of this pride? Would he show his face to Wrath? The male growled slightly, passing a glance around the wide open plains. He wasn't fond of males, no lion male really was. Wrath was young, and there male more then likely would be older, more experienced and stronger. But that didn't matter, Wrath could take him.

occ;; hes so cocky xDD

[anshira]

Anshira swiftly dodged his playful swipe of the paw, and bared her massive teeth at him, her ears laying flat against her head, her long tail whipping about behind her in a blind fury just wanting and waiting to happen. She felt her threat vibrate as she growled at him, and her eyes cut through his with a flare of dislike. She didn't respond to his first comment, but bore her eyes deep into his, upset he dared try tell her to calm down on her own turf. But she said nothing. It didn't take a genius to figure out she may not be victorious in a real fight against a young male. As strong and well-trained as she was, lions had muscles only a brute could have, which the lionesses could only dream and wish for.

She watched as he sat down, but she was so intent on his face that she wouldn't have noticed his behind had she not been holding back the urge to attack him. His watch began to grow somewhat stern on her, and that made her uneasy. Anshira had just let her lips drop over her canines, but she flashed them once again at his gaze. She didn't like what that look implied to her mind.

"Anshira is my name," was her beginning, dislike dripped like venom from her angry words. "Why does it matter? And who're you? You're the one on my land, after all." the 'ess chose her words carefully, and she stayed tense down in the corner by the tree, feeling her muscles quiver with protest on not just letting them drop and relax. behind her her tail continued to lash about.

ooc. it sucks, sorry. >.> i kinda rushed it, 'cause i dunno when my sister's bf will be here, and when he comes i ahve to get off. xD

[wulfehkinz}--x]

ooc. this will be placed in the archives until tempy is back =]