Erased Text (Tiger RP; Open!)

[Harpy•]

{{Yay! 8D lol, I ish excited. :3}}

◘○•Ƭικααиι•○◘
◘○•Δямσʋяɛ∂ Ƨɛɛя•○◘

Tikaani padded with slow, measured steps through the large clearing, the silver plaitings of his armor barely making a sound as they slid smoothly together. Their brightness exploded with each ray of sunlight, but soon the brilliant aided luster was gone as the large white tiger moved into the shade. He personally didn't care whether he got sun or shade; he left that bickering to those of the more foolish type.

He lowered himself between the roots of a large jungle tree, laying down silently; his abnormal white pupils flashing as they caught a ray of the sun that filtered through the branches. His tail flicked lazily back and forth once he was settled, his head raised majestically while his ears rested in a slightly-backwards position, his eyes rested and half-closed. One ear tilted forward at the sound of an angry hiss, and a deep sigh rumbled from the depths of his lungs. Why couldn't the female just leave well enough alone? Ah, well...this would make for something interesting today. He fully opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to observe the pair, his tail ceasing its pointless flicking. He certainly wasn't a foolish tiger; he wouldn't interfere with something that was purely a squabble over a small space of territory, not when it could cost him a scratch on his armor.

His thoughts moved briefly to his young apprentice, Tegue. Seeing this would probably be good for him; no doubt he was here now, somewhere, if only Tikaani had bothered to look for him. The tiger's eyes roved over the clearing, searching for the young creature; if he was here, Tikaani would call him over beneath the tree, to observe what happens when a young female challenges a much larger male; one who has no problem fighting females. Granted, this particular female was strong in battle and had a name for herself, but it changed nothing. Someone was leaving that sunny spot today with a broken ego and gouges in their armor.

{{Ack...fail first post is fail. >.<}}

[ossa di cervo]

((Sorry, ninja_lover, I'm going to have to deny you. ^^; This RP is a little more literate then you seem to be.))

I'm a trouble-maker, never been a faker,
Doin' things my own way and never givin' up,
I'm a trouble-maker, not a double-taker,
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up.

Otava's ears flicked as he stared at the legs of Lyra, who ordered Otava to move. He sat there, staring at her legs and listening to her words with false interest in his eyes. He slowly lifted his body, the silver armor on his body clinking softly as it moved and ebbed just above his skin his skin. His eyes stared at Lyra; the tigress wasn't much smaller then he, and she also wasn't wearing any armor. Otava narrowed his eyes, a snarl growing on his lips, "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" The fur between silver plates reached for the sun and his jaw lowered itself as he feet placed themselves in an offensive stance. His fangs shone in the sun, though not nearly as brightly as Lyra's, but still bright enough. His tail whipped back and forth, this silver band emitting small sounds as it ran into the armor on his flanks every so often.

The large male saw Tikaani move out of the corner of his eye and glanced at the seer. He glared for a moment as he saw his eyes upon the two, then turned to hiss at Lyra again, "You're drawing unwanted attention, kit. Go slink back to your resting hut and forge more of those beautiful little casing you have over those tiny little teeth of yours."

Fleck

Fleck paced through the undergrowth, her bony joints making strange noises as she sniffed at the ground. It was an odd sight, seeing the skeleton of a tapir with it's skull lowered to the ground. The nonexistent eyes of Fleck moved nervously from side to side. She was closer to the tiger's tribe then she'd ever been in her life. Sure, she was still quite a ways away, but it was still nerve wracking. A little tapir couldn't do much against a single tiger, unless they didn't know about the ways to finish off a Bones. But that wasn't likely. It was to long ago that the legend of a song-writer had died, was it? It was only a decade or two ago, surely these tigers had kept the tale alive out of fear of the Bones's return..

If only Fleck was aware of how wrong she was as she paced a long ways away from the tribe, waiting for some other of her kind to show. She needed at least someone else to talk to, even though she hated talking, it'd help. It always did. The Bones had always agreed on something; these tigers needed to be wiped from existence. And soon.

[Teacup-old]

-♥-



.L. .y. .r. .a.
I am in misery,
There ain't no other,
Who can comfort me,
Why won't you answer me?

Lyra's eyes flashed with anger. She ignored how he had called her a kit, "Otava. Male maltese tiger, three years old, warrior to the tribe. Your parents are both dead. Yes, I knw exactly what I'm dealing with and I know I could kill you. I make teeth casings and wear them every day, you're teeth are bare." She tilted her head in a nasty way, "So tell me, Otava. Who am I."

She stepped forward, sticking her face close to his. It was a move she had learned to intimidate others. Her tail thrashed around behind her, her eyes not allowing any information about her feelings. She had the perfect poker face anyone could ever have.

Stepping back, she circled around him, rubbing her tail under his chin, "I hope you do know my battle strategies. I have a tendancy to win against others who have no idea how I fight." She took her place on the rock, sitting softly. She smirked lightly.

[I used his form for information... Lyra's no idiot, sorry if she sounds like a complete stalker, but she does her homework.]

Your silence is slowly killing me,
You really got me bad,
I'm gonna get you back,
Gonna get you back.

-♥-

[Toppyrocks]

Name: Evor
Age: 3 and a bit
Occupation:Hunter
Mentor:N/A
Gender: Male
Appearance: He only scar he has is one in between his front left foot pads. It's from a thorn that got lodged and caused a small infection. He likes to make up stories of how it was something slightly more impressive, but it's always a joke.
Personality: Evor is a queer tiger, but a kind one and one that sticks with his family and the Armoured Tigers. He has what some would call a very mild case of OCD, that affects some things but not all. However, when it comes to hunting he is focused and at least half-decent. When he was a cub he wanted to be a warrior, but the older tigers convinced him a hunter would be better, because he was too soft hearted and not very good.
History: He was born in the tribe, but he wanted to be a warrior as a cub. Since then he has changed his mind, and settled with a hunter several years ago, especially since the other tigers thought it suited him better.
Anything Else? Nope.

Name: Azta
Age: 3
Occupation: Warrior
Mentor: No
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her left eye is the smallest bit darker then the right. Sometimes she sees things like shadows that cause her to misinterpret the colour, and so they look a bit lighter or darker.
Personality: She is spunky and usually happy, but she fights to kill. Not other tigers, but the Bones. From her point of view, fighting with other tigers is pointless, unless they are honestly threatening your tibe. She is very teasing to others. If she is tired or stressed, she can be a bit snappy without meaning too.
History: Just average. When she was younger she found that the water is a fun place to play in, good for refreshing and a good place to hide when she is hunting or ambushing Bones.
Anything Else? No

[Popcorns]

Z-a-r-n-i-a

We did what we were trained to do,
what we were bred to do,
what we were born to do

-_-_-_-_-

The old tigeress' paws didn't move as she felt a figure brush past her. Her eyes glanced up from her spot near by the center of the tribe where the sun reached for the dirt ground, envolping any creature in sight with it's warmth. A grey cat claimed- more like forced- his spot at the dead center of the group. The female's old eyes calmed slightly as she rested her head back on her paws. She remembered when she had disire for the center, where it was the warmest. Just like how the younger members wished to have so. It was hard not to feel the pull of the invisable blanket. It was mainly the feeling that once you held control over that spot that you were someone, someone that others wished to put in your place but didn't.

Zarnia's eyelids hadn't even dropped before the ground vibrated again with the approach of another big cat. With a simple shift of her head, the Seer could see the huntress named Lyra approach the grey male, Otava. Not wanting to be in range if any fights happened, Zarnia hauled herself to her paws where she balanced her weight on her paws- making sure she didn't fall- and shuffled her way over to the side line, in the shade. Yes she was mad that she was forced to the sidelines, but another angisity thing worried her.

What if the Bones got a hold of her? The evil forces were a contint reminder of how times were different. Her mother had know some of the songs that would keep the tribe safe, but the songs were lost on Zarnia. Her fur stood up as she felt as if something was touching her, but not scent or no trace of anything strange was around. Her tail thumped agaisnt the ground, hoping that it would keep her safe from the creatures that had caused the tribe so much trouble before.

As Otava responded to Lyra, Zarnia lost intrest. With the grey male, things had gotten tense at times with the tribe. He seemed like an outsider, slightly like Zarnia. Except the male pushed himself farther away in the Seer's mind. Always hostile with others got you no where. Wasn't everyone suppose to be treated like a family? If they were, then the tribe had it wrong. All it seemed that soem cared about was the sun and their armor.

Zarnia's own armor was a dull bronze color and hung slightly from her body as she seemed to have shrank out of her fitting size with the protection. The metal pressed up agaisnt her chest as she flicked ehr eyes down to her front legs where her bands rested against her fur. Her large ears flicked slightly, her ears focusing on her surrondings as her eyes dropped. Awfully tired she was. But in order to get to her small sized hut, she would have to pass the bickering pair. At the thought of such task, sudenly her will to rest in comfert was forgotten as she waited to see what happened.

-_-_-_-_-

R.A.Z.I

You don't have to be like the world to have an impact on the world.
You don't have to be like the crowd to change the crowd.
You don't have to lower yourself down to their level to
lift them up to your level.

-_-_-_-_-

The young cat's eyes seemed to be full of intrest as soon as somethign stirred in the too quiet Tribe clearing. The probably two biggest Egos in the Tribe were at it. The male's tail flicked with excitment. The possiblity that somethign would happen was great. He nudged the tiger next to him before tossing his head slightly towards the pair. Right now, the female tigeress- Lyra- was playing with death. But the male- Otava- was also toying with the fates.

Razi himself, had felt the rath of each cat. It wasn't too hard to anger them. It wasn't that long ago that he was a yerling and was curious about everything. His russet colored coat shook under his new armor that was recently made. Shifting hsi hind quaters slightly so that he was leaning on his old mentor- Hada- Razi made sure he caught the exchange of words. His golden, cat eyes gleamed with anticipation as he waited for a fight to break out. He didn't want to turn away incase he missed it. It likly that soemone would step up and break them up if they assumed a fighting stance. The latter one was likely as Lyra had started the taunt. Which would mean if Otava didn't accept, the mostly the whole Tribe was watching now and it would be held agaisnt the male warrior that he was beating by words and by a female.

-_-_-_-_-

..HaDa..

You're either part of the solution or
part of the problem.

-_-_-_-_-

Hada's eyes were shut lgihtly as she was pulled into a soft sleep. Sleep welcomed her with a warm, sunny spot by the river and hade her relax by telling here there were no worries. So her shoudlers sagged as she rolled from her armored stomach to her side where her legs could stretch. Sure the 'no owrries' part should have worried her as thigns hadn't been worry free. Thigns had been stressful on everyone. The Bones were threats that the tribe didn't know how to fight. Here though, in Sleep, there were np Bones like how Sleep had said. Why would Sleep lie to her?

Maybe Sleep was wrong though as her trangquility was ruiend with a nudge in her shoulder. Slowly, as she came back to life, angery voices could be heared. Her eyes opened up sharly to see what was going on. The huntress lept to her feet, a small scowl on her lips, seeign the main cause of her inturuption. It was Otava and Lyra arguing over a spot. Mumbling sharply under her breath, maybe a bit too loudly, words included were; stupid, cubs, selfish, and 'go jump off a cliff'; were amung her choice of words. Settling back down on her belly, paws tucked under her, the tigeress watched the two, her mind a blaze. The one time she could sleep in the sun and feel good was ruined by those two pitiful things.

{Post with Gamba next time}

[antler apathy]

. K A T N A .
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
Tell the world that I'm coming home.
And I know my kingdom awaits
They've forgiven my mistakes.
Tell the world. . .

She was an oddly colored tigress; one of which many would call 'golden tabby' or 'strawberry; coat. Though she frequently wondered in why strawberry, after all she was not red or pink, but a normal yet vibrant orange, with no black stripes-as the usual tiger had. The female had amber eyes, with a cold, solitude feeling in them, enough to make even the largest of challengers intimidated, though it may have only been a bit.

Katana sat(Well, actually, it was most of a resting position, than a sitting one) in a certain way of which most would have cocked their heads and questioned the sanity of the tigress before them. You see she was rolled over on to one side, tipped ever so slightly on to her back so her left set of paws were in the air, stretched in an extension. It was a submissive act, though if a tiger did come along Kat had no intention of being submissive with them.

The tigress rolled over flicking her ears forward as there was a sudden voice she recognized. Was that her mentored cub, Astel calling her? Her ears weren't the best of tools, her eyes much better, but the female could have sworn his voice was coming. "Astel?" Kat called, abruptly jerking her head around to search for the little yearling. "Astel? Where are you, hon!" the tigress called out again, slowly rising on to her paws.

The female raised an eyebrow, as she heard no reply. "Damn, why must my ears trick me in to hearing things?" Kat hissed at herself, and flopped back over in to the grass, letting the blades run between her fur, tickling her pink skin.

[[OOC: Fail post is fail P:]]

[major tom]

[[Gahh! I'm not sure if I will be able to post something decent today, but it is possible for me to squeeze in a fail intro post or two. . . Tegue's form is finished, albeit failed. Stupid writer's block. . .

Heh. I'll look forward to roleplaying with them as well, Ms. Bennington. n.n]]

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Name:
Sierra
Age:
Five and a half
Occupation:
Seer
Mentor:
N/A
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Sierra a bit smaller than the average five year old tiger. On her left hind leg, right on the hip, is three parallel claw marksfrom another tiger. She wears black pearl colored armor that is lightweight yet incredibly strong. She also wears a collar with a black stone.
Personality:
Many regard Sierra to be the dark silent type of tiger. And alas, they would be true. She has never been one for crowds and humor, usually tending to stay back watching, speaking only when spoken to. She's quick and agile with a good ability to sneak. Even if she prods along at a normal pace, it still seems impossible to hear her. She not known as one for fights and when she does, her size comes as both a advantage and disadvantage. She can move quickly, confusing an opponent but she's not built for fighting. Sierra is fairly independent, tending to do things alone. She can be a bit of a loner at times but she lets it become know that she likes her own space outside of the tribe as well. Although someone's always offering to help, she comes up with some excuse to try work alone. Her background states clearly, she is not used to company. Ever since a cub the others marked her as different and she always got in fights she couldn't win. She takes her roles and duties seriously and when she has free time, she prefers to wander, practice or simply watch the other tigers talk amongst themselves. She doesn't make friends easily, and her rare spot of humor is sarcastic which probably adds to list of reasons why. But it's not always her. The other tigers have misjudged her, simply judging her hard, quiet outside for who she is.
History:
Sierra her background a interesting yet also mysterious past, however more over her personal history will be revealed as the story goes along.
Anything Else?
No

[ossa di cervo]

I'm a trouble-maker, never been a faker,
Doin' things my own way and never givin' up,
I'm a trouble-maker, not a double-taker,
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up.

Otava couldn't hide the shock that overcame his face. His lifted a brow and for a moment an expression full of shock and curiosity crossed his face. His eyes were wide as her tail sailed under his chin and he was temporarily lifted from this meager planet as her scent hit his nostrils. He watched her with wide eyes until she stopped and sat rather close to Otava. His grey-gold eyes stared at her for a long moment before his snarl rose on his lips once more and his fur rose as he dug his claws deep into the dirt, "I don't need to know anything about you to kill you. What good would that do? You may know my color, age, rank and all that jazz, but you haven't the slightest idea about me."

He lounged for the tigress in a clumsy, fury-blinded move. He wouldn't let the tribe see him fall to this female. As he jumped toward her a few words escaped Otava's jaws, "The armor doesn't make the warrior."

~*~*~

It would be nice, to start over again,
Before we were men, I'd give, I'd bend,
Let's play pretend.

Astel grinned widely, her silver stud falling from her mouth momentarily as she heard Katana's voice. The young tigress ran toward the sound. She saw Tikaani and ran a circle around the tree he was laying under, "Hey, Tikaani, beloved seer to our wondrous tribe." The Yearling giggled as she bowed her head and continued toward the sound of Katana's voice again.

She found her mentor sitting under a tree and raced up to her, putting her face close to hers, "Katana! What're we gonna do today, huh? I hope it's hunting!" Astel's ears flicked and she made a small, disgusted face, "Wait, no, I changed my mind! Let's practice some fighting!" The little tiger spun in a circle and landing in a crouch, her eyes blazing with false fury and her claws digging into the ground. Her tail flicked back and forth across Katana's whiskers. Astel slunk forward before spinning again and batting at her mentor with her paws.

((Sorry about the wait. ^^ But everyone so far is accepted. ))

[Teacup-old]

♥



.L. .y. .r. .a.
I am in misery,
There ain't no other,
Who can comfort me,
Why won't you answer me?

As he accepted her challenge and lunged forward, she stood on her back legs, bringing out her claws. If were a tiger who worked with metal, you would know it would be best to sharpen your claws incase you were caught without your cases. She swung, a snarl crossing her maw as she aimed for his head. He must have been mad to accept her challenge. Lyra wasn't known for submitting without giving up a rather tough fight. She also was pretty selfish and believed she deserved anything she wanted. Her eyes were fierce as she fought, no mercy given until she got what she wanted.

[Sorry, I don't think I can write much while still leaving it open. Oh, I crossed out the hearts up above. Kind of to show how she doesn't seem to show much love. ^^]

Your silence is slowly killing me,
You really got me bad,
I'm gonna get you back,
Gonna get you back.

♥