CAN you [Not] SEE

[Kicheche]

The sky above was a dusty shade of purple, the scarce cloud cover streaking across the sky. The blues and pinks merged together, shining under the stars. Pin pricks of perfect silver, glittering for majestic beauty. Glitter scattered across a velvet sheet. Sillouettes littered the horizen, one of wide brimmed trees and spiked bushes. Shelter from the unrelenting summer suns. Nothing much kept away the chill of the evening. Nothing except the coat, deep burnt orange criss crossed with the scratches of ebony. Eyes of Jade and Emerald stared out across the empty lands. They showed only sparkles of emotion, flickers of what the femme were thinking or feeling. Nothing important was passing through her mind at this time.

Striped tail flicked daintily from left to right, east to west. Cross paws were uncrossed, flat pads against the heated surface of the terrain. Raising herself off from her belly, the femme rose. The elegantly sculpted frame stretched back, claws curving as the tendons stretched out. Kicheche yawned, pearl canines evident among her strong jawbones. The femme tiger straightened to her full height. She wasn't a large animal, not in proportion to others of her breed, she was built along slimlines rather than stocky. She was a speed bred animal rather than a fighter. She prefered to take down the faster, more tender prey than bring down the largest of them all. Kicheche picked up one white tained paw and began her progress down from the shaded position she had held.

The early nights sky above was turned to bruised blue, hard to distinguish from black. Kicheche let her jade eyes take in the darkened, shadowed surroundings, her steps easily in measurement. Taking the least amount of effort for the biggest effect. Her tail was held out behind her, waving in the darkness behind her. Her white belly was visible from further away than her darker head and back. She walked with her head held comfortably in line with her shoulders, the blades moving in sync with her paws as they silently disturbed the particles of ground below. Claws did not interfear at all, her soft tread trying not to disrupt too much. She was in no hurry to get anywhere, or be anywhere. An ear flicked occasionally, listening back or forward or to each direction, keeping in touch with the fabric of the countryside.

[kawfan]

I was born to brew up storms

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His head hanging and heavy, a tiger made his way through the shrubs and undergrowth of a humid rainforest. And, although water was always thick in the air, Kawfan could taste actual, liquefied drink resting nearby. He was heading towards it, his hairs sticking together through the journey.

Stir up shit

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Kick up dust

Cuss til I slur up spit

Grew up too quickly knew too much been through too much shit

Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, bitch

ooc. Each paragraph will be sandwiched with these lyrics, so it's not finished yet. :][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Cali]

ooc. Reserve a post? ^^