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 Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 1:12 am
The dark-furred leopard strode with long, lazy ease as he moved swiftly between the mangled, hanging trees along the edge of the jungle. Bright pink eyes glared out between the breaks in the foliage, as Stirika knew he grew closer to the wide open desert-lands. They came out near where many of the lions inhabited, what they called prides, pridelands, a leopard couldn't be bothered to remember; seeing as they were mainly solitary, unless they were a female and her cubs, different story.
He gave his long tail a lash as he leapt onto a branch around six feet from the ground, and probably about ten from where he'd just stood. He used the appendage for balance as well, as he moved with the same speed, and grace, along the branch, then leapt down, into the open, and also, he noted; as he blinked regretfully, the bright sunshine.
The dark-furred jungle creature stood, momentarily dumbfounded by the brightness of the outside light, body quivering, though ears and nose still alert. It felt so refreshing to break from the jungle sometimes, though...he almost always seemed to forget how damn bright it was. Bright pink eyes again opened, as the male leopard squinted, taking in the area around himself.
Not as though he hadn't been here before, though. This was the easiest way Stirika knew of to get out of his area of the jungle. The leopard smiled to himself as he moved toward the little stream that he knew ran for a while around here, before it tapered off into the dry lands.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 1:42 am
Erzebet had gone wandering, as she often did, and this time she found herself even farther than usual. Not that it worried her; it had yet to ever occur to the young lioness to be afraid of anything, much less something silly and juvenile like being far from her family. Besides, that was the point. While her mother and siblings were the only beings she respected in the world, that didn't mean she was actively attached to them.
Mostly she preferred being on her own, without anyone to bother her with conversation or this or that. Silence was much more enjoyable for her, most of the time.
Erze had come to the fringes of the jungle, where she now sat peering into a little stream. More like a pathetic trickle, anyway. As she yawned rudely at her own reflection, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head only slightly, she focused her gaze on the disturbance as subtly as possible.
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