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[huntress] [4 years] [mood: calm] [tags: open]
- Eyes that glinted with the colour of honey opened to the dim light of pre-dawn. Aja, being a lioness who barely slept, the female rose, the light birdsong that accompanied the rising song filling her ears. Licking her maw, the female padded out of her den, her paws barely making a sound against the dirt. There were no other huntresses awake - at least, none she wished to interact with - so she decided to take a solo hunt before the rest of the pride awoke. She'd get to fill her belly in private - no one would know she was disobeying the rules if no one saw her disobeying the rules. A smirk crossed her lips as she padded faster, a steady trot-like pace pushing her through the bush. Some bird spotted her as she ducked into thicker grass, calling out with a warning cry to his peers. Didn't matter to this huntress. Lowering her head and her speed, she lay in waiting, eyes flitting from movement to movement without a twitch of another muscle. After a number of moments, her patience was rewarded, and a young egret wandered just too close. Pouncing forward, large paws pinning the bird beneath her, and with that, her breakfast was complete. Finishing off the bird, leaving the remains in the grasses for the scavengers, she sat up, cleaning her maw and paws. No one would ever know.
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[huntress] [4 years] [mood: content] [tags: open]
- A large yawn split the maw of the quiet Oshun, a little growl rising up her throat involuntarily as she lowered herself into a rolling stretch. Licking her maw, she stood straight, fawny eyes scanning the camp outside. There was a little hustle and bustle, but her siblings did not seem to be around. Sighing lightly, she padded out into the already warm morning sun, blinking as her eyes adjusted from the dim light of her den. Sitting down outside the den, raising her head with a little smile to the sun, allowing the heat to seep into her pelt. After a number of moments, Osha lowered her head, eyes looking easily around to her fellow pride members. A number were making their first appearance of the morning, padding out of their dens with varying grades of sleepiness, but Osha just sat, watching them, a contented flick of her tail and the rise and fall of her chest the only real sign that she was not a statue.
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[subordinate male] [4 years] [mood: grumpy/opportunistic] [tags: mwanga]
- Golden eyes searching through the underbrush for something of interest, Eshu felt his tail twitch involuntarily, trying to remove some pesky fly that landed on the soft pelt of his tail. His large paws made a faint noise as he moved, not longing to be silent. He wasn't hunting, there was no need to try too hard. Although, he mused, as his stomach rumbled lightly, he probably could. Scoffing silently to himself, he continued on his travels. Hunting was a lioness' game. They could supply him with his meals. That's what they were here for. Smirking to himself, a faint scent crossed his nose, and, before he could put a name to the scent, a snarky voice caught his ears. Pausing in his travels, he looked around only to spot one of the pretty lionesses that filled the pride. Raising himself up, he curled a lip up at her comment, a sarcastic movement, but then his eyes dropped to what she carried. Her speech had been muffled by a recent kill, and his rumbling stomach reminded him of the need to eat. Turning to face the female, he smirked. "Well, it's quite difficult to get a good sleep when some people are up at the crack of dawn poking around the camp." Pausing he chuckled. "Fine catch there." He stated, raising an eyebrow and gesturing with his head to the dik dik that hung from her jowls. If he played his cards - and her - right, that kill might be his breakfast.
