Anti-Considerate [Azizi]

[gingerpaws]

It was clearly marked. Any sane creature could have seen that, or rather smelled that. As it was, Tabia was sane. Though it might be debatable at times, it was a fact that the young Cheetah was sane. However, considerate she was not. At least not today. Though she had, moments ago, padded easily into a male's territory, the fact didn't seem to bother her a bit. Tabia sauntered around, walking gracefully as only a Cheetah can. Her dark eyes kept track of the movements around her, anticipating confrontation from the male who's territory she had invaded.

A rush of hooves to her right told the cat that prey was near; Also that water was near. Her neck stiffened, nose pulling at the scents to confirm her theory. Ha. She was right. Allowing a quick, arrogant flick of her head, Tabia started off at a low crawl through the tall grass.

20 yards.... Now 10... She could see the lithe tan bodies ambling around the water, the bright gleam of the sun off the rippling surface. Something was moving in the water but that was of no interest to this predator. That ripple could do whatever it wanted. She would get her meal one way or another.

The ripple made its move, a croc, snapping at the leg of a nearby gazelle. The animal fell, sharp cries of pain to its fellows as they rushed away in fear. She had to act now. Tabia launched herself, closing the distance between herself and the slowest gazelle easily. Her hind legs bunched and shot her into the air, front limbs grappling for a hold on the gazelle's back. The creature fell with a labored gasp and continued kicking and bucking, trying to remove the sudden weight pressing down on its body. When the thrashing lessened enough that Tabia felt safe pulling her claws from the brown animal, she ducked in for its throat, ending movement entirely, save a few after shocks.

Tabia purred quietly as she stepped back from her meal, letting it settle down to no movement before she began feasting. It finally quieted and Tabia moved forward, intent on enjoying her kill.

[Rev's Mammals]

Massive slabs of muscles rippled beneath the tarnish golden pelt, sleeks of the male's ample blond-black mane brisking in the passing zephyr. His hefty paws were dragged across the dry sand-earth, dirt being dug into as claws scraped it, leaving behind nail marks as to alert others of this claimed land as known as Kawari prides. Though only one lived here, the gentle beast-king or aka Azizi, did not want unwanted strangers passing by as if they own his home. He took this luscious paradise for his soon to grow pride's keeps, not for some wandering predator such as another feline or canine.

Carrying all 490 pounds of weight, the pride king trotted on his borders, placing his scents on anywhere means promising that one smart creature could sense to turn tail and leave before entering. He would use his strong, ivory chin to rub his smell on any boulders or trees, standing or laying down, along with a few sprays of urine. In thoughts, the male wanted a lioness to be attracted to his home and have the idea to join. It did get quite lonely for Azizi.

Breathing in with his nostrils, a calm feature on his face wrinkled in annoyance, golden gems glaring at the direction his head swiveled to. He smelt blood... and another feline. You think the lumber beast would be happy for the company, but no. He could sense that this feline was not another of his kind, except, worst; a cheetah.

Those spotted creatures have no self-respect for the colossal male, their snotty brains thinking that they own anyplace they set paw into. No, not this time. Azizi wanted to make sure he could get the message through to this gullible cat, and hopefully, they can send the warning to all others to think twice before coming to the Kawari lands.

He heaved all of his muscles into a sprint to the destination of where this imbecile of a cat was. His front legs pounded in rhythm with his back paws, creating a beat for the cheetah to hear that Azizi was coming near without any thoughts of mercy or hesitation. His anger was usually a rare trait that wouldn't surface for this reason, but with his regulations being snapped in half as easily as a twig, he was furious. The gentle beast was probably idealized as a raging rhino.

Blood had thicken in the air and made him skid to a stop, gold pools narrowing at Tabia, the she-feline. He was about ten feet away before he grumbled in his throat, pointed teeth revealing their murderous intentions. Opening his mouth, he bellowed a loud, short roar, his facial expressing nothing close to warm-heartiness. Setting a paw forth, the brute drilled his paws into the ground, creating a shorter distance between the two felines. Once he was close enough to be able to even snap at her skinny neck, his dark tone came out.

"How dare you even have the slightest thought of coming in and feasting on my lands!" He held back the deepness and continued, his kindness resurfacing. "I do not take kindly to strangers, but I am way to merciful to harm one without hearing a reason."


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word count: 533
muse: medium
notes: sorry for the wait. here's a nice long one for ya!

[gingerpaws]

The meat was warm, blood wetting her otherwise spotless fur. A red stain formed around her maw, the fur still wet as she tore in to the meat. But she couldn't eat it all. She was only a small feline, where this was a fairly large meal. Either she would have to leave it or she would have to hide it for later. Seeing as she was encroaching on another cat's territory though, the former seemed a better option. The meal would have to be left for the scroungers to find. That is, if she got the chance to finish her part of the meat.

A thunderous echo sounded in her sharp ears and Tabia pricked her ears to the sound. The beast of this land was stampeding toward her with amazing speed, and power. He had to be fairly large to be able to make that much noise. The fem lay her ears back, trying to ignore the lion as he approached. Unfortunately, he arrived all too soon and Tabia was forced to temporarily abandon her meal.

He stopped a short distance away, voice rumbling out a loud roar. She stood herself up, long limbs lifting her high off the ground, standing tall and proud. Her long tail twitched behind her, the only movement in her still body as the lion thundered to a halt mere feet from her. She blinked and met his unfriendly gaze. Though her stare held no challenge, it held no submission either. While any sane creature would have been terrified to have an angry king so close to them, Tabia felt no fear. It was the first in a long time her rebellious side had spiked up and she was going to enjoy the moment.

"How dare you even have the slightest thought of coming in and feasting on my lands! I do not take kindly to strangers, but I am way to merciful to harm one without hearing a reason." His voice had changed as he spoke, first as if he was restraining himself--for which Tabia was grateful, whether she showed it or not--and then slightly more accepting. Tabia took a step back, seating herself on the grass as she slowly licked at the blood on her fur. Her tongue flicked out, pulling the colour out around her muzzle, lightening the bright red to a faded pink in seconds.

"I was simply hunting, majesty," she replied, quite calmly. Tabia looked up at him briefly before dipping her head to lick away the blood on her chest and paws. From between licks, her light voice filled the air again. "No harm was meant. By all means, help yourself to the meat. I cannot eat that much and it would be a shame to waste it, would it not?" Again, her eyes looked up, but her head never lifted from where she was licking her chest.

[Rev's Mammals]

His narrowed, menacing golden gems pierced into Tabia's gaze, one that held no resistance nor submission. 'Smart stance.' He smirked at the she-feline, acknowledging her for it. Most would show fear or courage, never disputing both evenly like the one in front of the lion. He respected Tabia for that and it perked his interest on what type of personality she holds.

He cleared his throat as he noticed the cheetah take the first move after his words, it being a step back. At first, Azizi thought she was going to take a run and leave him in the dust. But, she fooled him when she planted herself, with no hesitation, on his land. Her blood covered muzzle was simply washed away from her saliva covered tongue, its hue going down from the bright red to a faded rosy pink. The king snorted at her appearance now because after her licks, she looked like she had large, pink lips. His chuckle quickly subsided when he caught himself and listen on the stranger's reasoning.

"I was simply hunting, majesty."

No kidding. Anyone could tell Tabia was by the smell of blood sticking in the air and the dead body before her small frame. A small growl had been released from his throat, but snarls were held back. His wrinkled face soon melted to a sleek look, only to appear less threatening, though the she-feline knew this before changing his expression.

When she played her way through, offering the meal, Azizi sighed while shaking his golden mane. Without thought, the crown of the king's faced the Kamari grounds, gesturing the other to look the same way. If she could see, there were vultures, about the size of hares or even bigger, cawing obnoxiously from afar. "Food is never wasted," he paused and remained silent, hoping the spotted creature knew what he was talking about. "This meal wouldn't fill me at all either. Not one bite."

Suddenly, his mouth widen into a yawn, and with that, he dropped to the lush grasses on his one side that didn't face her. He then rolled on his spine and back onto his ribcage, auric globes peering. "I don't mean it in a stereotypical way. I just wouldn't feel satisfied with myself. I have to hunt. Not make one do it for me, even if it was offered," he explained to avoid any conflicts that could have raised, front legs stretching out as his back stilts rose on his paws to accommodate with a better extent.

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word count: 417
muse: Low-Medium
notes: I wonder what will happen next! >D

[gingerpaws]

Tabia’s tongue flicked in and out, gently pulling through her bloodied fur. Where the red turned pink, her fur softened with the bath. The brown fur stuck out in clumps where the red held it together in wet mats. She worked slowly at cleaning herself up. After all, it would do no good to be covered in blood as she presented herself to this king.

Her eyes kept on her work, glancing up on occasion. With one glance, the lion was making some odd face at her, as if he wanted to roar at her again. But with the next glance, he had returned to a cool, calm expression. Tabia chuckled silently. This lion seemed a bit easy to anger. She could have fun with that. Her next glance caught the beast not even looking at her. His attention had turned out to the land, watching something she couldn’t see from her angle. She tilted her head up, curious what was so interesting. A small flock of ugly birds chattered loudly amongst themselves.

"Food is never wasted." The feline’s nose crinkled. She had always hated the idea of the lazy scavengers eating her meal. She worked for it but they got to enjoy the meal. Just once she wanted to see them work for a meal. "This meal wouldn't fill me at all either. Not one bite." Tabia almost questioned him but quickly assumed he wouldn’t want to explain himself to some stranger.

When he suddenly fell to the ground, laying in the grass, Tabia gave up on her bath. She cocked her head, staring at him curiously. So he had charged her, roared at her, denied her offer of food, and he still felt comfortable enough around her to expose himself like that? He was one odd cat indeed. He didn’t seem to be paying her attention as he roll to his back, large paws hanging in the air momentarily before he rolled back to his side. The behavior was not odd, in and of itself, but considering that they had just met and that he had previously been doing his best to look intimidating and in control, his relaxed position told her that he had settled into her presence.

"I don't mean it in a stereotypical way. I just wouldn't feel satisfied with myself. I have to hunt. Not make one do it for me, even if it was offered."

Tabia almost rolled her eyes. Males, she scoffed mentally. Weren’t male lions suppose to make the females do the hunting for them or something? Evidently this brute hadn’t heard of that rule.

“If you say so.” From her place some feet away, Tabia looked on at the brute as he settled himself into a more regal position. She chuckled and rose from her place. Her thin body swayed as she approached the male, stopping as she got close, not only a couple yards from him. The kill lay behind her, open to the lazy birds. Her ears flicked back when she heard them clamoring for the meat. She resisted the urge to turn and fly back at them, drive them away from what she had worked for. Instead, she lowered herself to the ground, tail curling against her narrow hocks to lay beside her front paws.

“You can call me Tabia,” she stated. Now that he seemed calmer about the stranger on his land, it was time for her to introduce herself. She held herself up proudly, eyes on the brute.

[Rev's Mammals]

Feeling his muscles stretch, his toes poked out his claws, having them dig into the dirt. When done, he stood up on his front stilts, however, keeping a dominant stance with this trusting cat was stupid, so he sat right on his rump, a long tail flickering with its dark blond tuft. Golden gems was curiously at Tabia now.

At first, the cheetah rolled her eyes at his last statement, a grumble released from Azizi's throat, but was quickly subsided. He didn't want to lose his temper so easily with this cat. She was kind enough to attempt to clean herself in front of the male and even offer the meal she worked so hard for. From the king's knowledge, cheetahs have a smaller percentage of catching a meal compare to a lions pride.

As Tabia spoke, his mind came back to reality, the sun's rays blistering down below the two felines. He couldn't help, but have his pink tongue roll out, his panting being audible for any to hear. He adjusted his weight on his one paw while he lifted the other, the rough tongue grooming the padded foot. Auric globe's gaze was focus on the female still, the iris following the spotted creature as she moved in closer to the male. Making herself comfortable, Azizi smiled behind his licking.

“You can call me Tabia.” A trademark smirk was given to the one, her head held proudly up high when telling him the name. About to speak, a raggy caw broke his concentration, his mane covered crown piercing at the bald birds, their presence finally being acknowledge to the lion's mind. A rippled snout snored out air, his teeth baring slightly. Before you know it, the thunderous beat was short and quick towards the meal, the flapping of winds fluttering all around. The hideous vultures scurried for safety, however, they remain about a few yards away. Pressing his front paws on top of Tabia's kill, growls escaped his mouth before a murderous roar bellowed out. It made the scavengers bounce back a bit, but they still were close.

"Mangy things.." he scoffed out, ignoring their annoying banter in caws and screeches. "Excuse my behavior, Tabia. I just didn't want them to interrupt me again. Also, I didn't know if you were full yet," he explained again. He smiled gently at the cheetah, his lips pressed together, but moved to speak. "The name is Azizi."

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word count: 404
muse: Low
notes: Sorry for the longest wait ever, and the small post.