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[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Loner
ϕ In Alik's face
ϕ With Alik

Omen gracefully jumped down to meet the male on his own eye level. He looked down at the male who was shorter than he was, "I tell no one my name, boy.." he growled in Alik's face, the fur on his hunches rising from anger. "And furthermore, you shouldn't anger a Shaman rouge, boy" Omen put special emphasis on the one word. Omen hated just about anyone who told him what to do, let alone boss him around."You'd best watch who you are talking to, or there will be danger.." he said and started to turn his back on the boy, he had lost his interest in him. "Oh, one more thing, everything in this forest bends to my entertainment" he chuckled darkly and started to walk away again.

[GrayStar51]

ｂｉａｎｃａ

➢ female
➢ commander
➢ bluegrass pride
➢ single

Bianca nodded to Zevran, but her expression remained at all times stagnant. Although the female hade rigid loyalty, she was strict, cold, and unfeeling; apathetic to the world. She cared about one thing: structure. If anything were to happen to the steady flow of life that Bianca lived so strongly to, she would most likely go insane.

Bianca, after bowing out of any conversation, walked over to the small pools of rainwater that accumulated just on the outskirts of the camp. She lapped at the cool water, drinking her fill. She stood just outside her den, looking down in disapproval. The rain and wear of time had made her den look rather unkept compared to the dens around it. She cleared away the debris, tidying up the appearance of her den until it was pristine. She was quite the perfectionist. Anything less than perfect didn't meet her standards. Anything that didn't meet Bianca's standards, was flawed, faulty, and in need of removal. But these standards weren't restricted to just objects.

[landofmakebelieve]

Reshkomanan
Female
Single
Open

She trudged through the snow, her pink pelt bristling in the wind. She stopped and laid down, her sides heaving. She'd been dragging herself through the snow all day. As she rested, she looked around, but couldn't see much through her breath.

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Leader
ϕ Male
ϕ Bluegrass Pride
ϕ Walking around
ϕ With no one

After he was finished with his breakfast, Zevran stood tall and stretched each of his legs one by one. As the sun started to shine through the tree's, he thought it would be a good chance to patrol a little before it got to late in the day. Zevran took one more sniff to the air and sneezed, shaking his head as he scented the area. "I will never get use to that." he said to himself as he took in the scent of oncoming rain. He started off on his patrol, kind of thankful that none of his pride members tagged along, though he knew that one day there might be an Antlered Guardian that would follow him around. Zevran slightly chuckled at the thought, around everyone, he was composed and always wearing a mask of business, but when he was alone or with his best friend, would open up and be himself. As he walked, Zevran could help but to think of ways that would help his pride, he contemplated if they should move to a more plentiful area where there were always deer and elf. He also thought about the downfall to that idea. "If we were to move away from this area, it might take us days before we could come across a more suitable place to settle down.." he contemplated aloud. As Zevran was talking to himself, he made his way to a little oasis that was near the edge of his territory, it was a place that was always so quiet and peaceful. Once he got there, he bent his head and lapped up some of the cool water that it had offered.

[ImmyWimmy1]

Alik
With: Omen
Location: Outskirts of the Bluegrass Pride's territory
Current Mood: Defensive, impatient, slightly hurt.
Crush/Mate: No one

Alik, who managed to calm himself down after the 'Shaman' had approached him, watched with amusement as he left. Moments ago, the young loner had almost lost his cool. With the ominous older rogue in his face, he'd almost buckled under pressure. This was rare for the young Antlered Guardian. Normally he wouldn't have been phased. He'd had Pride Leaders in his face. At his throat. He'd been beaten as a teenager to within an inch of his life over scraps of meat. He'd even been hunted by one of his own kind before, when winters got really bad. How had this so-called 'Shaman' got to him? Was it that sinister aura he'd given off? Alik wasn't sure. Something didn't seem right about that guy...

However, the younger male couldn't help but be amused by the older male's words as he walked away. With his back turned, Alik felt more powerful than the rogue again. " 'You shouldn't anger a Shaman rogue, boy,' " he mimicked with amusement, but quietly enough to keep it out of earshot. " 'Everything in this forest bends to my entertainment.' " The younger male struggled to withhold his amusement. He shook his head and turned back to his kill. "Who does he think he is anyway. The Creator?" he growled, kneeling down to eat again. He thought little more of it. He knew in a battle of brute strength, he'd learned the speed and strength needed to avoid most blows from his opponents. He could defend himself. He had to. Otherwise he wouldn't be here right now, would he?

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Loner
ϕ In Alik's face
ϕ With Alik

Before he could get to far, one of the spirits that he had trapped spoke up, "He mocks you, great one.." said a male spirit that he had learned to be one that was quiet, and protective. Omen twitched his ears back to hear what the younger had said. "Who does he think he is anyway. The Creator?" he heard the younger say. Omen's ears quickly went flat against his head in anger. Once his anger spiked so fast, his magic started to swirl around him, his eyes and markings starting to glow. "You dare mock me?" He said in the general direction of Alik. He was use to other Antlered Guardians annoyance, but this time it was beyond just mere annoyance, it was blind anger.

[ImmyWimmy1]

Alik
With: Omen
Location: Outskirts of the Bluegrass Pride's territory
Current Mood: Slightly scared, losing his cool
Crush/Mate: No one

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Loner
ϕ In Alik's face
ϕ With Alik

Omen started to walk towards the younger male, growling. "Who do YOU think you are? Answer me that, youngster, and maybe you will be living through this whole ordeal.." he threatened. He could feel the spirits around him stir, they knew something was up, and they hid away within the forest. "M-master.. M-maybe you should calm down.." said one of the spirits within his ear, and he took a deep breath to slightly calm his own nerves down before he regretted something. His major plan was to use this younger Antlered Guardian for his agility and strength. Omen narrowed his eyes at the other male. "You have been spared this time, but you might want to rethink what you say to me.." he once again threatened the younger male. "Though, I have an offer to make you.." Omen said as he straightened himself up and huffed out his slight frustration and agitation.

[ImmyWimmy1]

Alik
With: Omen
Location: Outskirts of the Bluegrass Pride's territory
Current Mood: Terrified
Crush/Mate: No one

The male loner looked up at the rogue with fear and confusion filling his heart. His limbs shook with it. "You're not going to...?" he growled in disbelief, his eyes still wide with fear. He listened to the Antlered Guardian's words carefully, each one sinking into his head. His last sentence sunk in especially deep. An offer? What was this Shaman offering? Alik didn't care what it was. He just wanted to get out of here and clear his head. Very slowly he bent down to the half-eaten carcass and picked it up in his jaws. Not wasting anymore time, he darted deeper into the pride's territory. It was his only escape from the Shaman rogue. His powerful magic had blocked off all the other possible escape routes. He thought he might be able to get to the other side of this place undetected, though he knew this would be near impossible. Anything was better than being tortured by or having anything to do with magic. It was the only thing Alik didn't understand at all. It was the only thing he truly feared.

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Leader
ϕ Male
ϕ Bluegrass Pride
ϕ Walking around
ϕ With no one

Zevran lifted his head as he instantly smelled a loner's scent, he darted off in the general direction of where it was coming from. "Bianca, a Loner is in our territory!" he called out as he dashed past her den, eyes instantly set on taking care of the loner that had walked in onto his land. Zevran bared his teeth as he started to pick up the pace of tracking down the loner. It had been a good long while since he had run across another loner, and Zevran was starting to enjoy the thrill of the hunt.