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[DAKOTA !]

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&& i tried to hold your hand
&& but you'd rather hold your grudge

the forest was a haunting place, chillingly empty and quiet as it floated within the thick shrouds of morning fog. like the anguished cry's of long-dead souls, the traveling zephyrs wailed mournfully among the trees, a heartbreaking song that throbbed inside the brute's eardrums. through this, however, a profound silence blanketed the area like a thick veil, ruthlessly stifling the land with an acute sense of tranquility. moving with the liquid grace in which only those of his kind posses, dakota drifted through the towering, ancient limbs with a fluid slink. his tail coasted behind his bulk, twitching aimlessly; his noble, augustly structured head hung low, swaying with his gate and watching the mottled, rotten leaves pass beneath his fervent gaze. the moon-- a shimmering silver crescent suspended in the inky sky, plentifully bestrewn with glittering alabaster stars-- wavered gently on the reflective surface of a small puddle, though the image was shattered as a large white paw broached the surface, quickly dipping in then out in swift profession.

this was what life had become. this was it.
wandering about like an angst ridden teenager, mind clouded with thoughts of his past. the tiger's utter disgust with himself was palpable, and even through the thick swaths of mist, his chagrined gloom pervaded the atmosphere. a grimly sarcastic expression twisted his handsome features, and the impulsive urge to climb rendered his limbs stiff with want. a mighty surge of air rushed into his lungs as he gave a colossal heave, and within seconds all two hundred and fifty two kilograms of his body weight was suspended heavily atop a low lying branch of the nearest possible tree. after a minuscule pause in which to assess the power and thrust needed to ascend to the next branch, the tiger gave another robust launch, and alighted once more among the emerald clouds of soft leaves. within moments, the beast was draped across the highest possible limb in which could support his weight; as arrogant and idiotically brave as he was, he dared not push his luck. a mistake such as that could cost him his life.

at any rate, with his compulsion to climb now sated, he lazily relaxed under the dappled shading of the leaves in which whispered, in quite the surreal manner, into the brutes twitching ears. the sun was rising now, and the giant red globe kissed the horizon before climbing, as if on some ethereal staircase, into the sky. his pearled coat nearly appeared spotted in the much brighter luminescence of the sun as the tiger lolled about his perch, nestled fairly high up in the canopy. an immense yawn stretched his maw a considerable extent, and his ivory fangs, colored nearly identical to his coat, gleamed white in the light of the sun. a groaning roar escaped him as his yawn tapered of, and a flash of pink was the only indication of his tongue as it slid across his ebony lined chops.

[.a.n.a.l.a.]

Anala thought that she heard a familair voice outside of her dream world, but her sister had gone off hunting... that much she knew. Another yawn passed her lips and lifted her petite head wearily. It had been a few hours since she felt the warmth of her sister's body against her own. She shifted, nudging to make sure she was actually awake, before twitching her ears in the direction of that roar. It was the another tiger... Soraya would have hated it if Anala decided to go off to meet other tigers. Although the young feline wasn't sure why Soraya was so protective was exactly, she knew she was only looking out for her own good.

She yawned again and slowly she opened her bright, amber eyes. The sun had been rising, painting the world of imagery with plenty of pastel oranges and yellows, the strong rays shining through the canopy of the trees. Her whiskers twitched when she had taken in a scent of air, nose collecting every bit of information about her surroundings that she could. Her dulled-with-sleep senses were hazy, and Anala found herself unwilling to concentrate on any specific scents.

The little leaves rustled underneath her paws as she stood, soon stretching out her front paws forward and her rump in the air. It wouldn't hurt to explore a bit, right? Soraya wouldn't be mad just as long as Anala didn't travel off too far. Her muscles glided over one another as she traveled through the undergrowth, her eyes lazy and half-lidded as she did so. She was thirsty, she'd go and look for a puddle or some sort of water source.

If it hadn't have been for the glow of a waxen-colored coat, she wouldn't have stopped. But there he was, one of her striped-kin, sprawled out underneath the dappling shadows of a tree. And if she actually had some sort of social prowess, then she would have known what to do. Rather, she simply stood there, staring straight at him, unknowing of what to do.

ooC:// I decided to simply have it that Soraya went hunting. Anala needs to finally be roleplayed. c:

[DAKOTA !]

as a silent breeze traversed the landscape, winding about through the trees with the grace of a dancer, it carried with it the scent of another being. this didn't fail to prique dakota's interest, and as the smell was swiftly collected by a mottled pink-and-black nose, a single crystalline blue eye opened; the pupil narrowed tersley into a small black sliver swimming in a sea of iced blue as he analized the scent. female, tiger, young, and close at hand. his large waned head rose, and another yawn sent a cold shiver down his spine. he gave a mighty stretch, forelegs extending out before him and kneading the rough bark of the tree on which he was perched. it was now, after he had made himself quite comfortable, that he glanced down upon her, a haughty expression pervading his features. without uttering a single word, he slid down to the branch under him, smoothly alighting on the wood before rolling back onto his haunches to sit, tail wrapped around his body. "hello."

okay, so no one said he was exactly social. actually, quite far from it, though his voice came dripping in honey, a sultry purr that reverberated in his throat. she was a pretty little thing, as all of his kind were, barring stripes cutting their way across her golden form. she was dwarfed by him, as her small frame happened to be much lither than his more stockier build. regardless of this, he kept a respectful distance; usual behavior on the behalf of this gaudy brute.

[.a.n.a.l.a.]

He was an impressive specimen, that was for sure.

Anala, who hadn't seen another tiger other than her sister since her mother's disappearance, could only stare in awe. He was massive, but the masculine strength was easily accompanied by grace, which was displayed as he slipped from one branch to the next. Her golden-amber eyes watched with a kitten-like curiousity as he fell back onto his hinds, keeping a respectful distance from her.

So, there was no reason to be scared of him. The honey-sweet voice that fell from his blackened lips eased her a bit, and, just as he done, she flopped onto her rump. Except, she did it in a less graceful way, allowing her weight to hit the ground with a bodily thud. A lazy smile fell on her pretty face, and she answered his greeted. "Hello, stranger." Maybe she should give her name? That was customary when meeting a new face, wasn't it?

She cleared her throat, smile fading away and her eyes lit up with slight embaressment she had due to her lack of social skills. "Oh... I'm... well, haha. My name's Anala."

[DAKOTA !]

cute.
that was the one word he could use to accurately describe her, and dakota allowed a quite smirk to twist his ebon lips upward. her embarrassed manner of stuttering actually made him smile; a novel accomplishment, to be sure. she should be quite proud of herself. he thought, amused with himself, though she had no idea what was going on inside that sly brain of his. "very nice to meet you, anala. my name," here he gave a quick nod of his head; almost a casual bow "is dakota." his tail flicked lazily in the steadily warming air, the small smile still prominent on his face. it even touched his stony eyes a bit, making them appear quite a bit warmer than they would have normally. he gave a small sniff in her direction, and detected a fresh whiff of another tiger upon her coat. a female-- wait, no, they were sisters.

dakota didn't like that. even with her seemingly childish nature, he never enjoyed odds that were against him, and his ears flicked back, the white spots flashing instantaneously upon his skull. he couldn't take two tigers, even with his large bulk. his cautious-- and let’s face it, paranoid-- nature gave him something to fear from the bashful cat before him, though he showed no signs of any change of emotion. his face was as clean as slate, allowing only certain emotions to escape the vacuum sealed pit he regarded as his soul. know this, little anala, if your sister comes to find you, i will not take any chances. his gaze hardened at his rather dark thought, though he knew that it was completley, and totally, true.

never again will i take any chances. he glanced at a particularly gruesome scar on his left paw for half a second-- nearly impossible to notice-- and gave an internal shudder that rocked his subconcious.

[.a.n.a.l.a.]

Anala couldn't help but offer the male a small smile. He was nice and seemed to have a regal politeness about him; he definitely had good potential. But for what? Friendship? Well Anala would just have to talk to him and see. She was inexperienced in gaining new friends, her only one being her sister. After all Soraya had taken care of chasing off any dangerous looking ones due to her own small self. Damn being the runt of the litter.

As she leaned forward on her front paws, she felt one slip a bit beneath her weight, and she retracted the limb to avoid herself from falling on her face. Who knew she was becoming quite the klutz. If this kept up she could kiss the possibilty of befriending this male goodbye. For now she wouldn't worry about it(after all she hadn't exactly fallen on her face yet). "I like your name... Dakota." Anala childishly stated, her tail flicking back and forth. A genuine sparkle went off in her eyes at the statement.

Her pink nose sniffed the air around her, and to her slight sadness, she found her was all alone. Did he have no traveling companions? Her ears pulled back flat on her head as she thought about what it'd be like to travel alone. Soraya always took care of her, and even when she was being her silent little self, Anala still talked to her. Smiling again, the tigress rolled her shoulders back, letting out a small sneeze. Once the effects of it had fell from her temporarily dizzy mind, Anala asked a simple question. "Doesn't it... ever get lonely? Being by yourself?" came her innocent inquiry.