Life Is A Maze [Open]

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Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks

Promise headed out into the plains, by herself oddly, hunger had began to nip at her stomach and nobody else seemed to feel the same way. The rain had taken a break but the clouds still hung low in the sky, grey, rumbles of thunder shuddered the western plains. Eyeing them warily the lioness turned towards the lake, hoping that there would be some prey there taking advantage of the dryest weather they'd had this week. Her tail swished as she caught the scent of a wildebeast, good she was down wind, she dropped low to the ground. Her stomach just inches from the dirt she was completely covered in the tall grass, she began to slink forward. Silently she sifted the dirt with her claws, her mouth watering she flexed her muscles, preparing for a leap.

shootin BB's at old beer cans

The creature infront of her had obviously just suffered an injury, it's back leg was held at an odd angle. The wildebeast's ears flickered backwards for a second then returned in a relaxed position. Promise leapt through the air a growl escapeing her jaws as she landed atop her meal, killing it quickly, effortlessly, the animal wouldn't have felt a thing. After her meal she streched her muscles lazily, drinking water from the lake, all other creatures had run, afraid of the huntress. She stood, her lips parted in a yawn her tongue lashed the air, finally she righted herself completely and galnced around. The wind had shifted, the thunder was now headed this way, she sighed wondering how long before the storm hit. She was enjoying the nice weather, the rain always made her ill at ease.

Choakin' on the smoke from a lucky strike

&&These Are My People

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[†d.eyvin]

a golden-eyed gaze is cast towards the sky, warily glancing at the purple rain laden clouds, with every trembling roar the clouds give, the lioness that travels under them shudders. Though the wet season is the most prosperous of all, she had never been a fan for it, the thing she disliked most about it was the way the soggy ground stuck between her toes. Though a loner, she still felt she had every right to feel like self hygiene was an important aspect of her daily life, and the wet ground was most certainly not a help. A pink tongue runs over her lips, the enticing scent of prey called to her like a siren's song, reeling her in closer. As the lake came into view, she sunk low to her belly and waited, well concealed within the tall grasses that surrounded Natikar Lake. As the winds shifted, she caught the scent of another lioness, her interest peaked, raising up slightly she watched as the lioness stalks a wildebeest that she had had her eye on. The prey catch scent of the other lioness and scatter, but the wildebeest had been too slow, and thus was a successful catch for the other lioness, Deyvin smiles to her self as a herd of antelopes charge towards her.

she crouches down in the grass, watching, waiting. In a split second, she singled out a struggling youngster, small, but it would be a meal, at least, that's what she could hope. It runs past her, oblivious to the danger. With a snarl she jumps up and pursues her prey, rocking back on her hind legs she rockets into the air and claws at its rump, but she had misjudged it and only managed to get a good rake across its flesh. The scent of blood that welled up around the wounds taunted her so. She stops, knowing it is futile chasing the fleeing herd. She licks her claws, salivating at the taste of blood. With a huff she saunters back towards the lake. Another loud rumble of thunder causes her to cast a worried gaze towards the ominous sky. An irritated twitch of the tip of her tail betrays her disdain for rain. As she nears the huntress she gives the other female a wide berth- aware of what could happen should she intrude. She smiles at the memory of the first time her iron will had gotten her hurt, trekking down to the rippling water of the lake she crouches down and gazes down at her reflection, three rough scars running across her right eye. She was a lean thing, Deyvin, being a rouge had not treated her well. She gives the other lioness a sideways glance, she seemed to be fed a decent amount. However, it's not like Deyvin was skinny, no. She was an effective hunter and scavenger, but always moving had kept her trim. She considers taking a drink of the water, but as a large droplet falls on her head she looks up and blinks as the rain falls harder, yet she doesn't move, she just sits there staring up at the clouds as they unleash their burden upon the plains. Oh rain, how she hated it.


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somebody lifted off his old man

The winds seemed to have to rules as they continued the change with no warning, carrying with them the scent of another huntress to Promise. The scent made the female's nostrils open; she couldn't detect the smell that all Yahar females bore. A rogue eh? she thought a small smile playing at her face, she dropped to the ground and rested her skull upon her paws. Her gems followed the exchange of a failed hunt, the small gazelle got away, what a waist it would probably die of loss of blood. That would mean the return of the vultures, those filthy scavengers disgusted Promise, and she believed that everyone’s live was equal. But these birds take pride in living off of others hard work, others failure, she remember them sitting and watching her as she killed one day. As a fat drop of moisture fell upon the huntress she let out a growl, not at the other lioness that came to the lake, but at the storm that was approaching faster every moment.

We were football flunkies

The clouds were the deepest of greys with undercurrents of violet and emerald, painting the earth in eerie colours. The grass whistled around Promise’s legs, brushing against her stomach her chin, as she raked the ground with her gems. They settled upon the other huntress again, Promise was obviously bigger, larger from living in the pack there were always enough rations. The ground made an irritating squishing sound under her paws as she tread closer to the water and the other feline. A rock flung from her path and into the calm water, causing ripples to erupt across the surface, somewhere in the distance a streak of lightening broke the stillness. The sky was alight for a mere second before returning to its blanket of odd clouds, Promise stopped where she stood still eyeing the rogue. Her company’s face was distorted by a long scar, it made her wary it was obvious she was skilled in fighting. Promise herself was not, she did not fight as much as the others, maybe as much as she should.

Southern Rock Junkies

She sat herself on her haunches, watching the other lioness curiosly, Promise vowed she wouldn't be the one to break the silence. She always did that, gave in easily pleasing the other person, but this was a stranger someone who didn't know that, who didn't know her. She could put on the mask of whatever she wanted, she could be a terrifing hunter, a caring mother, queen of a rebellion. Promise shivered at the thought of that, as if she could fight or rebel, she followed the rules, instead she knew she would be herself. She was terrible at lying anyways, the stranger would surely see right through anything she said that wasn't completely truthful. A small resentful growl grew in her throat but the lioness swallowed it, forcing it back down, still not wanting to be the one who broke the silence.

Crankin' up the stereo's

&&These Are My People

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[†d.eyvin]

the thunder above the two huntresses rumbled, deep and intimidating, yet in the presence of another, Deyvin dared not flinch, for all she knew the lioness next to her could be a fearsome fighter, or an excellent hunter, prone to attack all that flinched the wrong way. She had, after all taken down a weakened wildebeest on her own, one never knows. She smiles to her self at the thought, for that was how Deyvin had almost trained her self, being a rouge was not as easy as some thought, always on the run from lions and lionesses whose pride lands she had stepped on, her natural will of iron often getting her into more trouble than she needed. The rain hardens and a flash of light sets the sky a-blaze, as the lioness wanders closer, Deyvin watches her from the corner of her eye, muscles bunched and ready to run should this larger female turn on her. The tension in the air around them seemed to crackle, just like the lightning that weaved its way through the clouds. The silence weighed heavily upon her ears, she glances over at the other lioness and takes small notice that she's looking at her scar.

one could not say that Deyvin was particularly ashamed of her scar, no no. She wore it with pride, it gave others a false sense that she was often one to provoke fights and win, when it was not so. Deyvin, no matter how hard-headed, how willful, did not like to fight, though she wouldn't deny it, when she did fight, she could say she was blissfully skilled, of course, it was not a skill she had earned by just padding around all day snarling at others as if she wanted to fight then quickly backing off, no. When she wanted to raise something, she did. Yes, it did take her a while and like any other lioness, she had many scars, but the large three claw marks raking across her right eye seemed to dominate all features. On the rain heavy air she catches the scent of suspicion and apprehension. With a sideways glace towards the other huntress she smiles, You can relax. I hate the rain, anything that keeps me still when I'm unfortunate enough to be caught up in it will keep me happy. She smiles and then turns her whole head, golden eyed gaze resting on the huntress, who was obviously bigger than Deyvin, but by the lack of extreme muscle definition, she figured that if it came down to anything, she would have no problem standing and fighting or running. She takes note as the lioness examines her facial scars, I got that when I first became a rouge, she chuckles lightly at the memory of surprise and pain, the sense of only having one eye as the blood welled up around the gouges and dripped into her eyes, I learned the lesson of staying off others pride lands unless invited the hard way. as she babbled, she had lost focus on the lioness, gazing at something unseen above her head, but her cold gaze fixates back on the female, But I would suppose you wouldn't know anything of a sort, being a part of a pride, having others to watch your back, support you on the hunt. for a fleeting second, her heart of freedom aches for the security of a pride, but as she remembers how she hated growing up all feelings of sadness dissipate, now she focuses on the other lioness, awaiting her answer.


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Singing Loud and Proud

The tension that carried through the air made Promise skittish, she resisted the flinches and jumps that cursed through her with each platinum streak. She sat as still as possible, the only sign that she was alive was her sides moving evenly with each rhythmic breath. Her claws dug into the mud and she ignored it as it worked itself into the cracks of her paws. Her company seemed just as ill at ease as she did so Promise finally relaxed her clenched jaw. Their gems locked for a moment and a shudder ran down the huntress’ spine at the scar that mangled the creature’s eye. The silence dragged on and Promise re-clenched her jaw, afraid that if she relaxed too many words would slide out like melted toffee.

to "Gimmie Three Steps" "Simple Man" and "Curtis Loew"

Promise quickly ripped her gaze off of the poor ‘ess’ scars that made patterns across her legs and body. Suddenly doubt tugged at her mind, she should flee from here the other looked like an experienced fighter. The scars could be read two ways though, maybe she was experienced and good, but maybe the scars were from fights lost. Either way Promise clenched her muscles once more, ready to spring out of the way of any attacks and flees as quickly as possible. If she was fast enough she could make it back to the pride in time, and then she would have back up and would be alright, the pride had many skilled fighters. Suddenly the silence was broken, but not by the terrible rumbles of thunder that the huntress had been blocking from her mind. The other had told her to relax, Promise merely nodded but stood, walking the few paces to take a small portion of water from the stream.

We were big yuh know

The ‘ess was surprised when the other told her how she had gotten the scars, once again she visibly shuddered. What would it be like to be a rogue? she wondered, she had been part of a pride her whole life. She’d never known the hardships of life, she’d always had others their to protect and help her. The quick look of sadness that crossed her companion’s face was fleeting but Promise’s gems caught it and suddenly her heart broke. ’No I don’t suppose I know the hardships of life, I’ve been lucky,’ she thought aloud quietly. She sat once more, her thoughts crippling her fears instantly, suddenly she was overcome with grief at the thought of not having a pride to call a family. A sigh escaped her jaws, and Promise concentrated on seeing straight through the pouring rain that had drenched her, the excess forming trenches in her pelt.

Got some discount Knowledge at the Jr. Collage

&&These Are My People

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[†d.eyvin]

one day something epic will be written here


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