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Post by animamalia on Sept 11, 2009 2:22:07 GMT -5
 Alonso strutted arrogantly over to a tall shrub, and ignoring its sharp needles he balanced himself on his hind legs and started picking off the juicy leaves. He knew that this position would give any females in the area a good view of his muscles. And then they would surely want his children. Because if there was one thing that Alonso had to name as his favourite thing in life, it would have to be females.
His daydreaming was brought to an abrupt halt however when he accidentally stuck his nose onto one of the thorns and he sprang back and tripped over a rotting log. He untangled his long, spindly legs and hoisted himself to his feet again and shaking the dust off his coat. He wouldn’t want anything marring his perfect appearance now would he? He looked suspiciously from side to side just to be sure that no one had seen him crash over. That simply wouldn’t do.
Alonso then turned around to glare at the culprit of his embarrassing fall - the log. What sort of an idiot would put a log there; so that someone could fall over it? How inconsiderate of them! He could have broken his neck! He shook his head haughtily; poking himself in the eye with one of his long ears. Alonso snorted. This was so not his day.
He gave that pesky log a resolute kick; hurt his leg in the process and then went limping off to find a bush that wasn’t covered in spines. He wasn’t usually this unlucky was he? Alonso didn’t think so. He simply did not know his own strength. That was why he had hurt his leg on that log. Yes, that was the reason he decided.
It wasn’t permanent anyway, already the pain was almost gone and so he went trotting off at a swift clip, his long tail swinging in time with his spindly legs; all the while keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him. You couldn’t trust the savannah on days like this: a bush or a stick might move into your way with no warning or consideration for your well-being.
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Post by Rev's Mammals on Sept 20, 2009 15:30:26 GMT -5
Muscles rippled with each content step, his padded mitts dragging against the savanna's dry dirt. Crumbs slide between his furred toes sometimes, but it was ignored easily since they continued to clammer up after he first shook them out. His golden mane brisked in the morning zephyr, the globes rays only being has half of how strong of the afternoon. The mist was slightly over the horizon still, lingering with a hazy effect to some eyes, such as Azizi's. Those golden gems pierced the heavens with that gaze, the yellow sun's flames dance on the males sandy face.
The lazy brute seem like dozing off there, but he had to continue on his patrol of his lands. Those muscles stiffen before moving, pads flatten against the ground as he shifted himself into a trot again. The lion's walk soon was stopped by a sound of another, lips curling up in interest of what it was. Ducking low, quickly and silently, he crouched and crawled to a nearby field, camouflaging his large body with ease.
Slowly rising his eyes to peer at the one who caused noise on his grounds, gems twinkled with delight. It was a gazelle of some sort, but instead, it was completely different from one. A long and shapely neck held a small head that perked up some huge ears and horns. His body was also dis-portion with his legs. It was a scary sight at first, then a surprise. What this creature a deformity in nature? Maybe Azizi should put it out of its misery...
On the contrary, he was a bit empty in the tummy.
He scanned its movements and stature, watching and waiting for the right moment to sprint at it. While crawling closer, he saw a funny scene of it tripping over a rotted log. He had to chuckled, but he cleared his throat to stop himself from doing so. The creature seemed upset at the large obstacle by how it kicked it. Perfect. Not walking with a limp, the male feline knew it was his time to pounce.
Clicking his tongue, he burst from the small savanna's grasses, the golden leaves being pushed aside with his forceful body and long mane. A snarl happen to escape his mouth, but it didn't matter. The predator was rearing up on his prey from behind, leaping about five feet, nails retracting out and ready to rip through warm flesh of the distorted creature.
ooc~
word count: 405
muse: Low
notes: I do love Alonso's personality. Hehe. -worships-
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Post by animamalia on Oct 12, 2009 1:54:35 GMT -5
All of a sudden from behind him came a snarl; a noise which Alonso instinctively feared and his large ears picked up easily. He rocketed off, completely forgetting about watching where he was going he was so spooked by… What had spooked him like that? Who was the rude individual who had decided to play a practical joke that was anything but funny?
He dug his hooves into the dirt - creating a dust cloud that obscured him for a few seconds. Actually, dust was everywhere - in his eyes, in his nose, in his mouth. When it had cleared, Alonso was in the middle of trying to spit it out. Realising that this may look more than a little stupid, he straightened up and shook himself to get rid of the dust and sand that had settled on his coat before spinning around to face the prankster.
“What on earth do you think you were doing? You gave me the fright of my life!” he exclaimed indignantly, finding himself speaking to… some strange kind of animal that he had never seen before. It had a golden coat with what looked like a cross between grass and fur sticking out around its head. It had a long tail, stumpy legs with rather nasty looking claws on them.
Alonso had believe it or not kept out of the way from predators for most of his life - how else would he still be here. How was he supposed to know what a lion was, or what sort of threat it posed to his life? Instead he just stood there like a sitting duck with a rather stupid expression on his face as he peered down at the large male.
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