You Are In Charge of Your Own Destiny...[Starting &Accepting

[stormy tom]

Kenton -- Black Panther -- Angelia

"If you knew anything about me, you'd know I'd be the first to bend the law," Kenton replied with the hints of a smile, but what on any other person was just the slight untangling of his scowl. He met her green tiger eyes with his cold ocean blue ones, hard an unblinking. "Alone? When else is silence available? One cannot expect the human race to be perpetually silent, or even silent when you need them to be."
Ever the social gift. Kenton had never been the friendliest person. He could remember his sister telling him for unpleasant he was in public. His mother would point it out sometimes too, that he should make friends. Something he had never been good at, or particularly wanted. Maybe some part of him did, but he enjoyed his peace and quiet too much to admit that.
For a moment he considered shifting to meet her, but he wasn't the least bit overwhelmed at being faced by a tiger in a human form. A human was weak, but sitting here facing a beast unfazed, well, there was something to be said for that.
Except for I'm a beast as well. Why should one beast be afraid of another?

[Agente Tigris]

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Name: Angelia May Rossi
Spirit: Tiger
Tags: Open
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May eyed the human carefully, critcally, as though studying him, in a way a tigeress could. She tilted her head to the right, listening intently to him as he spoke, ears pricked, showing him that she was listening. She shrugged her shoulders slightly to his first comment, meaning, 'Well, that's the point.' She tilted her head even more so, watching as his normal scowl began to lighten up, as though he was trying to...smile? She snorted sliently at the thought, shaking her head slightly, and if asked why, she would simply reply a bug buzzed by her ear. Again, she shrugged her shoulders to his duo of questions, though she rolled her eyes as he accused the human race to be loud. He wasn't wrong of course, but the way he said it, she found it slightly amusing.
Tired of balancing on the branch, she lowered herself to a laying position, still eyeing him in a way only a big cat could manage to do so. She believed that he was thinking hard about something, most likely if he wanted to shift or not, to be even with her, but watched his eyes, seeing that something he thought of must have been amusing. As he didn't shfit, she figured he wasn't fazed by the way he sat there, just staring back into her green globes, and truly, she wouldn't be fazed if she sat face to face with a tiger either, not if it was her, at least.

[stormy tom]

Kenton -- Black Panther -- Angelia

"As if you'd want to know me," Kenton relieved a leaf of its duties to the tree and examined it. Intricate. Harmonious. Beautiful.
Oh quit with the poetry. If you want to have smarmy stuff floating about in your head put it down in that stupid notebook of yours, his Ration Thought kicked it. Thank goodness for that guy, or Kenton would have gone insane by now.
Seeing as his approachability was zero, he wondered what on earth had compelled this young woman to get anywhere near him. Curiosity perhaps, as the human race seemed driven by it most of the time, along with other things of course. Even Kenton had to admit he was slightly curious right now.
Had she merely swung down to toy with him? If that were the case Kenton decided that he would have no problem toying with her right back, or stepping all over the game. His sister would have scolded him and told him to seize the chance.
He leaned back a little further against the trunk, one leg sliding off the branch and swinging like a cat's tail on a lazy day. His eyes never left hers. "Your business. I don't believe you enlightened me."
You're not a diplomat, so stop talking like one. Rational Thought.

[Agente Tigris]

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Name: Angelia May Rossi
Spirit: Tiger
Tags: Kenton
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May gave a small shrug of her shoulders to the male, when he first spoke, meaning 'Well, why would I not?'. She furrowed her brow slightly, as his interest was taken by that of a leaf from the branch they currently sat on. She let out a small sigh, as they were getting absolutely no where in this conversation. Well, at least he's speaking, she thought to herself, sighing once more. She rubbed her snout with her large paw, waiting for him to speak again, or at least diverge his attention from the leaf back to the tigress. She was curious of what he was thinking. Most likely something along the lines of Why is this tigress even speaking with him? What; is she just messing with me? Sighing, she turned her triangular head to look up through the thick leaves and branches, turning her own attention towards the sky, watching as the sun slowly made it's way completely above the horizon line. She smiled, knowing that it was offically hunting time. Her head snappead back towards the male as he spoke once more, and she blinked as his eyes bore into her own. She snorted hearing his question, and the way it was stated, before saying, "What? May I not speak to another cat?" she asked, rolling her eyes heavenward.

[stormy tom]

Kenton -- Black Panther -- Angelia

Kenton released the leaf and let it fall back to the earth, lifting his legs and crouching on the branch. "You can speak to whomever you want," he replied. His stomach was starting to twist. Breakfast time. His eyes scanned the forest. Even as a human his animal senses kicked in. He'd always had a knack for listening. Silence helped.
There.
A scent caught him. Tipping off the branch, he dropped towards the forest floor, hooked his hands around his former seat and landed on the branch below. Without a moment of hesitation he jumped forwards, rolled in the air and landed a few branches ahead. He jumped again, not waiting to see if the tiger would follow or not.
If it was hunting time, it was transformation time. A human could take down a deer as well as a panther. A panther was made for killing. Mid-jump, Kenton slid into the lean body of a black panther. His lush fur rippled, paws spread and he landed with barely a rustle. In this body he was free. The forest was like a his own kingdom, just waiting to be explored and conquered. Of course there were other people inside of it.
Who cared about them?
Oh stop being so blasé.
Kenton took the advice, since he wasn't out to make enemies. When he discovered what prey he had tracked, it was bigger than he thought it would be. Never mind, moose were delicious. He'd tasted it only once, when a couple of older males had brought one back to the Cave. Now it was his turn.
The Panther slithered in the shadows, circling the grazing moose, who looked a little suspicious, but hadn't completely noticed him yet.

[Agente Tigris]

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Name: Angelia May Rossi
Spirit: Tiger
Tags: Kenton
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May snorted softly at the male's speech, though took a small step back, watching as he leapt down to the ground. She had picked up the scent of prey too, before he had leapt, but was thinking it to at least be polite to say what he was doing. Rolling her eyes, she though with slight annoyance, Men. . Snorting softly, she leapt down from the branch, and softly onto the ground, making only the smallest of noises for her size. She jogged along, her stride being slightly larger than the panther's due to having a larger built body, keeping slightly behind him. Her coloring may be easily spot in these lush green forests, so she let him take the front end. Once he slowed to a crawl, then just to a stalking position, she went around the other way, making it impossible for the moose to be able to escape without running into one of the large cats. She had had moose a few times in her life, and she had to admit, it was rather nice to dine on such a delicacy that so few could dine on. She glanced at the panther, but without forewarn, leapt out of the cover of the brush and onto the moose's back, biting into his neck, though still not managing to bring it fully down. "A little help here?!" she growled, though her words coming out muffled due to the skin and bones in her mouth.


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Name: Taylor Nicole Baile
Spirit: Owl
Tags: Synn
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Taylor glanced around through her blue eyes, not knowing where her brother had gone, and not caring much at the moment either, but her eyes did catch one thing that made her smile. Finally! Let's get goin. she thought, watching as the sun slowly, completely rose above the horizon. Pushing off against the slate mountain, and leaving the shadows, she began to slowly walk onward, though paused, hearing scraping of horns against the mountain. Pausing mid-step, she thumbed the knife that she kept tucked into her belt, wondering if this was prey or friend. Due to only having talons and a beak for weapons, she always kept another one with her. Either a knife, as she carried now, or even a bow an arrow, or a sling-shot, she was never found without something. She slowly made her way, now in the shadows, towards the noise, spotting a large, un-usually large, deer buck, and then she sighed silently, letting her hand drop from her belt. She knew that buck.
"Morning there, Buck," she told him with a smile, leaning her side against the corner of the slate mountain, her hands tucked into her pockets as she watched him sharpening his antlers against the slate.

[stormy tom]

Kenton -- Black Panther -- Angelia

Kenton growled and leapt from the trees, shifting in mid-twist. He landed between the moose's gigantic antlers. As the thing bucked and kicked, he reached up behind him, grabbed the antlers and let the bucking momentum carry him upwards. From his jacket he drew a pocket knife, flicked it open and drove the blade home.
The beast roared and struggled in agony, and Kenton was almost thrown off.
Pressure points, calculated, he surveyed the animal quickly, shifted and again, and with the strength of a black panther, took out one of its back legs. Dodging kicks was the hardest part.
Had it been wise to take on a creature this big? Out of his league, perhaps? Some people might have noted that Kenton had a pride problem, while others would have simple said that he enjoyed a good challenge. That was the fun in his life; challenging himself. A flailing hoof missed his stomach, but the leg of the beast collided. Still hanging on, Kenton took out the second back leg by sliding into his human form, rolling under the great beast and cutting a major tendon.
The moose roared, collapsed, and lay there dying. Kenton finished it off, tucked away his knife, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and stood by the head. He stared at the tiger.
"That was poorly calculated. Precision is key to taking down something so huge. It could have killed you." In truth, he knew the confusion she had caused had given him an advantage. He would never have suggested such a move. Perhaps it was luck things had turned out for the better.
He felt a sense of ownership to the prey, and a little infringed upon for her following him and making the first move. The forest was free, and he had to remember that. This was the wild, but also a community. A community he was part of.

Lillian -- White Horse -- alone

Lillian had left the cave long before most people. The rules meant little to her. She let her denim jacket flap around a sturdy yet gorgeous frame, perched at the highest possible point of a tree. The wind felt great. If only she could fly. Too bad a horse was basically chained to the ground. In these woods, a horse wasn't good for much. Running, eating grass....not fighting. As a human, she would eat meat. It was delicious.
Acrobatically making her way to the ground, Lillian went looking for trouble. Not an expression. Maybe there was someone or something to pulverize around here. Some fun. She licked her lips.
The forest was free, but that sometimes got boring. She wouldn't mind if there were a few rules in here to break. Maybe some gang fights? She loved those. Bear wrestling! It sounded dangerous, but also fun. Her sort of thing.
Walking in plain sight, hands in her pockets, Lillian wandered freely, keeping an eye out for prey as the morning went on.

[Nightra]

Name: Aerona Vulom
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Shifter
Animal: Wolf
Rank: Rouge
Tagged: No One

~Aerona~
Hand covered my eyes as I stared out to the rising sun. It was now completely over the horizon. A small sigh escaped my lips as I looked down the hill at the dead deer. He had ran father than I has first spectated, but then again you can never actually predict how far they would run. Slowly I slid down the hill side to the fallen prey leaves gathering slightly at my feet as I did so. As I neared the fallen deer I jumped down next to it. There I looked at the animal for a second before reaching down and pulling out the arrow. I whipped the blood off the tip with some leaves before placing it away with the other arrows I had. With that done I crouched down next to it and started to get to work, gutting and cleaning out the deer. I would need to cut it up and wrap it up so it was easier to carry around with me. Dragging a deer carcass was just pain in the but to do.

So I crouched there now, starting to gut it out before I went onto skinning the animal. Many of you at this point might be wondering were I was, well I really did not know. Some unknown woods out in the middle of no mans land, but in truth I had wondered into the hunting groups of a group of beings, of well your group of beings actually.

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Name: Synn Kiing
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Shifter
Animal: Whitetail Deer
Occupation: Villager
Tagged: Taylor

~Synn~
Slowly I rubbed the antlers as I sharpened them. You may be wondering why I was doing and what point it had but there is one. I had learned not just form my friends attacking me, but form my own deterrence and well wild animals that these antlers can be used to kill. It made killing easier if they are sharpened. Ears curled back suddenly as I heard a small snap of a twig. Head shot up in that typical startled deer way. My deep browns eyes quickly caught the sight of a female human. I looked at her for a moment as I registered who she was, it was Taylor the Owl. I knew every one in the community, it was something I like doing as a kid. They may not know me but I knew them, or at least who they were and what they were. I stepped back from the stone and came a small bow to the lass as she spoke out to me.

Gently I stepped over to a small bundle of stuff and as I moved over I shifted from Buck to human. "Good morning to you too." I said to her as I reached down to grab my hunting equipment. I planed on going out and about to my traps and snares today, seeing what I had gotten. I looked back at her before looking around again. "What your brother not tagging along this time?" I asked her. I had seen her and her twin often go out hunting together. A fox and owl were actually two very good hunting partners if you really think about it.

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Name: Loki Baile
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Species: Shifter
Animal: Fox
Occupation: Villager
Tagged: No One

~Loki~
Being nocturnal animals seemed to run in the family and it was really annoying. It was against the rules to run around at night and I hated that part. I love running threw the forest at that time but no, I can not. But those rules actually never stopped me before. Why I say this is actually because I did it last night. I had ran wild and free all night long as a Fox, but I had returned before father and sister awoke, they never knew a thing. Now I sat here on top of the caves looking out at the forest. I sat there as a fox, my red bushy tail curled around my black paws. My ears twitched and curled taking in all different sounds. It seemed like the other were starting to get ready to go out hunting. I really did not mind. Suddenly a big gust of wind came blowing through my fur and I smiled.

As the wind died down some, the form of a fox turned that into a boy. Sitting there, one leg crossed over the other I pulled out a wooden flute that I had found with in the forest. Slowly I started to play upon it letting out a sweet and calming tone. Not knowing how to play one I was actually really good, all self taught. As I played it almost appeared as the wind curled around me.

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[Agente Tigris]

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Name: Angelia May Rossi
Spirit: Tiger
Tags: Kenton
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As Kenton attacked the large creature from the back, May dug her sharp teeth into the base of the moose's neck, blood filling her mouth. She growled, before swinging her back claws onto his back, digging her front claws right behind his shoulder blades, making it impossible for him to move his front legs without ripping tendons. She snarled, and lifted her head from the fading moose as Kenton made the final move, slicing it's hind leg's tendons. Sensing the beast's fall, she leapt off and landed in a large bush, right before the creature fell to it's death bed, his resting place. Breathing heavily, she eyed their kill with a proud eye, nodding her head to herself, proud of their kill. She flicked an ear towards the human who was staring at her, and blinked her green eyes unfazed. She shrugged her shoulders, and then shifted to her human form for the first time that morning. She had to stretch out her limbs, mainly her legs, to straighten them back to their normal length. She shrugged again, saying, "Yeah, but I was the one who kept here so you could take your knife and do the tedious work," she said with a small snort, raising her eyebrows. "I caused enough ruckus for you to come in and finish the stupid thing off. And know, for your knowledge, it wouldn't have killed me. If I knew I was going to loose to a moose I would have got off at the first sign of trouble to me," she said, eyeing him.
She eyed him, watching his face and the ways his eyes seemed possessive over the kill, and she rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't have gotten yourself. I wouldn't have gotten myself," she started, shaking her head slowly. "Team work is the key to life. You should learn to trust it, sometime, Kenton," she stated plainly. Snorting again, she eyed the moose before sighing, and shifting back into her other half, grabbing onto to his hind quarters with her strong, powerful jaw. "Well? Come on. We need to get the thing back home!" she growled, or more like a gurgle since blood from the bite began to fill her mouth.

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Name: Taylor Nicole Baile
Spirit: Owl
Tags: Synn
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Taylor watched the buck with a smile, and tried not to laugh as his head raised, that startled deer expression plastered on his face. She didn't know Synn too well, but she made it her job to know everyone in her community, and especially who they were. If she didn't know that this buck here was a fellow villager, she would have been apologizing his ear off after attempting to take the buck down. That was why she made it her business; for the creatures that could have been prey, she would prefer not to attempt to feast on a friend. Or foe, even.
She watched as he transformed back into his human, two-legged self, a small laugh escaping as he bowed down to her. She appreciated those who had manners, as most these days, didn't. She mocked him, doing a small curtsy even though she wasn't wearing a skirt or dress. Her smile still on her face when he asked about her brother, this time rolling her eyes. "No. He decided he was too good for the rules and ran out on his own into the forest last night," she said, sighing. "I doubt that he even knows I knew. But I always do. He's probably out making mischief somewhere," she said, shrugging her shoulders slightly, only guessing what he could be up to at this point.

[stormy tom]

Kenton -- Black Panther -- Angelia

"Not the key to my life," Kenton growled. "Trust isn't a word to use lightly. Don't throw it at me like it's a soft ball I can just catch and put in my pocket." Even the thought of the word trust made his blood boil, and his heart ache. He'd made mistakes trusting people, and it had torn his life apart. People thought it was so easy to trust again? Well they were wrong. It was the hardest thing for him to do. Harder than killing a hundred moose.
"And don't tell me what to do," he muttered under his breath, reaching for an antler. This thing was huge, and he didn't feel like dragging it back. His muscles rippled under his jacket, preparing for the job but complaining at the same time. He had confidence he could have killed this thing on his own. His mother wouldn't be happy. She could suck it up. It would feed her and a good chunk of people in the Cave.
Who does she think I am? Kenton thought, referring to Angelia. He pushed his tousled hair from his face, which, as usual, did little good.
Feeling no need to prove himself, he turned his back on Angelia rudely and started to drag the animal in the direction of the cave.