Panthera Island - Tiger RP - Needs More Members...

[AquilaFuga]

Zinya continued to travel along the creek. She heard a growling. She span round, realising what it was immediately. She was not sure what to do, as she had not had any previous experience with males. She gave a short, replying growl. Part of her wanted him to hear it, just to see what would happen, yet the other part of her didn't want anything to do with this male, and prayed he hadn't heard. Despite this, she knew he could probably smell her anyway. She stood motionless, as the snow settled around her feet.

[apathy,]

Recap?))

[AquilaFuga]

((Not much...Tip's made two new characters, Samson and Caesar, they are enemies. They both live in the alps. Caesar and Zinya have sensed each other, but haven't actually met yet, and are sort of starting a conversation just using growls.))

[apathy,]

((I have Vivante Morte and Je t'aime aussi. I think. Female and Male. They live in the forest.))

[AquilaFuga]

((Okay, I actually forgot... sorry!!))

[apathy,]

((They are in the grass land. And it's Mistakes are Made. And then Vivante Morte, my two
Chars are free))

[AquilaFuga]

((Ah, okay. ))

[The Lost Gremlin]

Caesar's ears flickered sharply. He turned his large, white head and scanned the area land upriver with his grayed eyes. In the near distance he could make out the form of a tigeress - one who appeared younger than himself. Giving the air a quick sniff, the male chuffed to the female in greeting, even stepping forward a little. His long, slender tail swayed in the air above his large domed skull as he started to taste the air for any new scents.

[AquilaFuga]

Zinya lowered her head and raised her tail slightly as she saw the male. He looked quite large and strong. She fixed her eyes on him, and she too stepped forward slightly. She growled a little, but didn't mean it too aggresively, just a slight warning.

[The Lost Gremlin]

Caesar's lips raised in challenging grin. He rose his head in arrogant confidence and called out to her in his regular husky tone.
''Feeling fiesty, are we?'' His toes flexed, easing his long milky-white claws from their sheaths, even advancing a few steps forward, letting his paws sink in the shallow snow. He wouldn't fight her if he could help it, but if she showed any sign of attack and proceeded, he wouldn't hesitate.