~Alexander~
The Lipizzaner Stallion"Alexander." The Lipizzaner said simply. He was a fairly simple stallion and did not speak more then what was needed, that was one of the reasons why he loathed noise. "It is a pleasure to met you as well." He said, bobbing his head. He flicked his tail over his side, ridding it of the pesky fly who landed on his rump. It took to the air, flying away. The stallion knew it would soon venture back to land on him again.
~Avni~
The Orphaned ElephantAvni shivered slightly when the cow touched her neck. She then started to feel the cows leg again with her trunk. She memerized the cow's smell and the leathery feel of her leg. The elephant calf's ears twitched as she felt around with her trunk. Finally the tempting smell of milk won over her fear and shyness. She raised her head, making the blanket rise as well, showing the lower half of her body, but not her face.
The calf stayed the way and started to feel around with her trunk again. The females leg and smell around her. She then found some bravery and reached around for the cow's trunk. Her trunk touched the cows and she locked hers around it, with the tightest grip she could manage. It was probly feeble to the strong healthy cow.
~Ajit and Abha~
The Brother and Sister Bengal TigersAjit started to dig into the slab of meat. His teeth ripped the flesh away from the white bone, leaving it stripped bare with in a few minutes. The meat was fresh and the blood had not yet drained from it, so Ajit's white maw stained red. His teeth also held a redish shine. After he stripped the meat away the tiger took the bone into his mouth and started to crunch on it, releaseing the maro that was locked into it, with his powerful jaws and razor sharp teeth.
Abha watched her brother as he ate. Her tail tip twitching. When he finished stripping the meat off and the crunch of bone against teeth started to sound, she looked away bored. She walked back to the patch of sunlight that had now warmed the cold floor, but it had not took any of the hardness away. With a sigh the tigeress lied down on the floor of her barren cage, the sun warming her coat in the hot to most day of someplace far colder then it was suppose to be for her and her brother. She wanted the ring master to come and take her for her promised walk, for she knew that it would end up in the big top where she would be trained. Abha did not mind jumping through hoops of fire or jumping from teirfyingly high hights. She loved it. The Bengal was a preform to the bone, active all the time; unlike her usually laxidasical brother. Ajit would usually rather sun-bathe and eat then preform and race around. Even as a cub he would rather sleep next to the warmth of ringmasters radiater then play around with Abha. He still had a ferice nature underneath all that laziness and a temper not to triffle with, esspicaly when he is hungery.