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

[AquilaFuga]

Zinya smiled slyly. She sighed, and replied "Maybe, it depends.". She watched him come closer.
"I don't want a fight about as much as you do." she said flatly.
Zinya waved her tail, but felt a tad more relaxed now. "What is your name?"

[The Lost Gremlin]

The male was silent for a moment. If he had eyebrows, he'd have raised one in surprise. A low chuckle broke his silence as he came to a stop and moved to the side, glaring at her.
''Ceasar. No-Stripe Ceasar, to them humans.'' He took another step forward, to the side.
''Now then, miss... may I ask of your's?'' His muscles rippled beneath his nearly-plain fur as he moved; the muscles he rarely had to use for aggression during his young circus life.

[AquilaFuga]

Zinya laughed when he called her 'Miss'. "Zinya," she said in an even tone. She broke off for a moment, before continuing,"you speak of the humans...were you in captivity before?" she asked quizzicaly. Her eyes gleamed, as she saw the sullen look on his face.
She stepped forward slightly, but slowly as not to aggravate him. Her breathing was slow, and she watched him. She was worried he would take her question the wrong way.

[The Lost Gremlin]

The usual electric blue gleam in Ceasar's eyes suddenly turned stormy.
''Let's just say that this is the first time I haven't been behind the bars of a cold, damp cage.'' He replied. An obvious sign of a grudge seemed to fill his voice - even though he was popular as a captive cat, he despised every moment of it. He sat himself in the snow, continuing to stare at her with the resumed shine of his optics. How did she know of the humans and what they were?

[AquilaFuga]

Zinya's hair rose slightly. "Hm, I know the feeling." She muttered under her breath. A small fly hummed around her ears, and she shook her head vigorously.
She lay down, her legs beginning to ache slightly. She had been walking for hours. She let the snow grab onto her fur, and she continued to watch Caesar.

[The Lost Gremlin]

At her remark, the large male simply grinned, then shut his eyes to allow his bad memories of abuse to flood back to mind.
''I feel that the two of us have skeletons in our closets... ones that neither of us are terribly proud of.'' Ceasar mused, lifting one paw to cleanse it of the sticky snow. For quite some time he said nothing, then a familiar scent reached his nose - Samson. Ceasar turned his head and grew back his lips in an annoyed grimace.

Samson licked his lips quite happily, wiping the blood from his whiskers.
Just as he'd expected, a small group of mountain goats had wandered from the safety of their ledges to feed on the remaining greenery - not too far from Samson's cave. One small kid had carelessly skipped away from it's mother and to it's premature death.
Now it laid here on the ground. The large male felt quite happy now with a stomach full of goat meat and still enough for a snack later. He dragged the carcass deeper into his cave, then set out to patrol his turf.

[AquilaFuga]

Zinya's eyes were wide. 'Him and I are obviously on the same wavelength' she thought. She watched him look round, before standing up and stretching. She contemplated whether to stay and talk a little more with Caesar or leave. She scented the air. Tiny smells were being carried on the bitter wind. They were intertwined, and could not be decifered easily.

((I might make some more charries soon, I'm still thinking. ))

[The Lost Gremlin]

''Excuse me.'' He couldn't help but growl the words as he got up and left the scene, heading towards Samson's scent. He knew the male was probably heading over to mark over into his turf again. This time if he caught the male doing so, he'd murder him!
The white male broke from a swift trot into a sharp bound that covered much ground, leaving behind a deep trail of prints as he went.

Samson was doing just that - marking over Ceasar's scent markers. His overall aim was to just follow the older male around, push him out of his own territory by refusing to leave it himself and then become the only male tiger within miles around. The last thing he wanted was another male to compete with him for the essentials of life - tigeresses weren't a problem. Males ate more, needed more space and of cause had the aggression problems.

[The Lost Gremlin]

(Seeing as we're the only ones actively rping... more characters would always be welcome XD
It's just a shame no-one else is taking interest in this >-0 )

[AquilaFuga]

((True. *Runs off to set up form*))

EDIT:

Username: AquilaFuga
Name: Conyer
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Territory Location: Jungle
Cubs: None
Kin/Family: None
Personality: Conyer is a smart and wise male. He is quizzical of most things, and he is quite calm. He is quite a stocky male, but doesn't often throw his weight around. He does however have an excellent memory, which enables him to hold grudges for a while. He will either be your best friend or your worst enemy.
History: Born in the wild, Conyer lived a good life, and had a respectable sized territory. One day, he was out on a territory patrol when he was hit by a tranquilizer dart. He fell asleep almost immediately, and woke up on Panthera Island. He has started to set up another territory.
Other?: None
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