.new despair [Tsyon]

[Rev's Mammals]

He was sleeping like any old king.

The golden hue blended perfectly with the swaying of his savanna's grasses, the white globes cool and bright rays shining, basking below at the slumbering form. Snores were emitted from the blowing nostrils, pushing and pulling the leafy ground around. His throat would vibrate noise as if he was mumbling some words, but at last, he was dead asleep. His large paws rested comfortably on top of each other, legs sprawled out on his side. The males ribcage would rise and fall symmetrically with his breaths as if was conscious to do so.

Along with his natural breathing, hoof beats of a small herd bounded quickly, the light steps coming close to the sleeping figure hidden in the golden ocean. Being lucky, one impala had scented the colossal lion, directing the herd from running over the tired beast. The clicking and hopping as finally awoke the slumbering king from his catnap. Auric gems winced open at the obnoxious noises, iris adjusting slowly to the night scene. Azizi lifted his large and furry mane up where it could be slightly seen above the long grasses, but he still held a camo color, especially in the dark. Teeth bared as a yawn came from his mouth. Smacking after, his ears happen flicker at the right moment to hear a few noises in the near distance.

His bones cracked a bit from the sudden movement of his stretching, but it was a relieving feel to the lion. His body stood up with a rippling of his stomach and legs, shaking himself fully so he would have logical thinking. The sandy body that belonged to the king of the lands proceeded with his curiosity and moved on, looking for who made those sounds.

Then, out of nowhere, a squeal of an baby impala pierced his black tipped auds, directing his attention to his proud water hole. He set his pace into a jog, willing to see what had claimed that baby's life. Maybe a crocodile or hyena... he rather have them, to say again. How he distrusted other cats. His nose took a forceful blow and scented the scavengers know as Hyenas. He held a grimace on his lips, golden eyes, which gleamed green in the ebonite darkness, narrowed as he slowed to a stalk.

Once in place, being about ten feet away, his muscles knotted and were pushed to have him jump out with a handsome, but ferocious roar. The crackling laughs of the two hyenas that did plague the baby impala changed into more worried cries of fear, their feet causing them to sprint far away from their stolen meal. Breathes snorted out in dominance, pointed ears listening to if they would return. But, luckily for the male, Azizi, they turn tail for the better. That frown curved upside down into a proud smirk, nostrils snuffing out as he chuckled.

Stained jowls sunk into the impalas neck, the small meal being pretty simple to drag back to where he rested before being awoken. However, he went in stacked boulders, that looked like a den, instead of remaining out in the open. A little while ago, he had sense a storm coming with his deep breaths. His home lands needed rain at the moment; dry lands, small vegitation, he's lucky enough that some prey have stay among his area. He would then...

BANG.

It was sudden and surprising, thunder cracked into the heavens, along with lightning, making the large lion jolt from his thoughts and spot. He flushed with embarrassment, shook his mane to cover it up, and pretend nothing happen. He was the king of the jungle and should have expected that to come, but he cursed himself for not being ready. He huffed and listened to the downpour over the Kawari Pride Lands, a relief of the water of washing the earth.

ooc~
word count: 641
muse: Not to bad
notes: Nightime, stormy at the end. Hehehe... Oh for Tyson. :D

[winder]

I leaped into the air, proudly displaying my feathers, spreading my wings to show the world the fine rainbowed limbs. I let out a cry, an attempt at a bird call. "Damn it, Tyson, you are not a bird!" Within seconds I am back on the ground, running a few feet before leaping again into the welcoming sky, crying out again. "Tyson, for the last time, GET BACK HERE!" Mother number seventeen. She is nicer then sixteen, but more strict. None of them liked my feathers though. They thought it was stupid, perposterous that I was a bird of such fine lineage.

Today, I lost mother number seventeen. I think in a way, she lost me. Or more so, our den. She left in the morning, before I was awake, to hunt I assume. She hasn't come back. I wait patiently, like the good little cub all sixteen had said I am until they forgot where the den was. The day is starting to fade, and I am growing hungry. I stand and walk to the mouth of our den, listening to the sounds of the land, watching for any sign of my mother.

After several minutes, my confidence in her return wavers, and I sigh to myself. I look around one more, half expecting her to be atop the den, ready to pounce on me playfully. But she is not there.

So, I do what I always do when they never come back. I start walking away. The first time I started walking away, I looked back, and I didn't leave. I stayed in the den for several days, wishing for my mother to return, until I was found by my third mother.

Today, I don't look back. I never look back anymore. I continue to walk, listening to the bugs that have started to gather since night fall. I look around, and I can not find the moon. I see large grey clouds, I know those clouds. I stop, looking up, examining them closer.

Storm clouds. The second I think that, a small light appears in the distance. I look over, but it is gone. I know what it is though.

My heart races, and I start running. By now, I am far from the den. I can't retrace my steps to get back to shelter. I am not a good smeller. I continue to run as fast as my small bird legs can carry me.

I feel pricks against my fur, penetrating my pelt and then feeling like nails against my skin. I hate the rain. I run faster, crying out in a voice that isn't bird to me. It is lion cub. It is the cries of a kitten. I play it again, the only other voice I hear besides the mean shouts of the now present thunder. It isn't long before I can not hear the lion cub's voice at all.

I trip over rocks, falling over myself and onto the mud. I mew again, looking up to see a dark hole, then realise it is a cave. I do not care what is lurking inside. It is refuge from the mean yelling of the thunder and bright, angry flashes of lightning.

Trembling, I stumbled into the cave, then slump to the ground. Exhausted, famished, and scared.

I let out more cries, inching away from the mouth of the cave as the lightning seems to nip at my behind, daring me to crawl deeper into the darkness.

I don't like the darkness either.

Monsters lurk in the darkness, and they eat little cubs.

word five eight six
muse seven of ten
voice tyson
music lullaby for a stormy night - vienna teng

[Revenge]

Once I regain my composure from that surprise crackling in the turbulent skies, I went back to my minuscule meal, growls of hunger rumbling as loud as the thunder itself.. Well, that's a bit exaggerating, but you get what I going at. Not having to eat in almost a week has me turning on the grumpy side and along with searching for a meal, I haven't gotten much sleep, compare to today. I also seem somewhat pissed at myself and aggravated with my home lands. They started out very luscious and abundant with prey, but since Autumn has came around the corner, it suddenly changed for the worst.

Again.. exaggerating.

Going back to the small impala, I shoved my large muzzle into the back, ripping those easy to grab pieces. I shallow most whole due to their size, and I knew I couldn't choke because my throat was able to expand the food down without problems. I felt the warm blood and tissue glide down it, the taste lingering on my tongue for sometime. It was delicious and mouthwatering, especially with an empty stomach. And whats better, the rain stared to lighten up on the plains, rain droplets going down in size. I start to feel relaxed with the pitter patter of the water, a soothing rhythm going along the thundering and streaking plasma strikes.

Unfortunately, it was put to an end when some small form enter my temporary den. It cries sting my sensitive ears like a high-pitched bird on the savannas. My cat-like golden eyes squinted in the dark to figure what animal had stumbled into here. Taking a long breath and seeing now, I could tell it was a young lion cub, pure white. That's weird. A white lion cub? I never saw one in my life... unless...

I roared out in fear, jumping up on my large pads in attempt to back away from the ghost. My mom would use ghosts and spirits on me when I wouldn't listen. I never believed her. But now, with proof hovering in front of me, I should have never doubted my momma.

"Stay back! Or I'll hurt you!" I obviously fibbed, knowing that you couldn't harm a spirit. I had to say something threaten at the least for it could decide to attack or place some curse on me. Yes a curse. My mom was right about ghosts, so I am believing every word she says about them.

ooc~
muse: Lower now
word count: 407
music: 3 by Britney Spears :]
notes: Trying 1st person this one time. Tyson.. ILU!<3

[winder]

I huddle against the wall, looking around the cave with wide eyes. The thunder crashes again, and I jump, diving towards the back of the cave. I skitter to a hault a few feet from a figure I can not make out. Not until it roars with life, and I bolt back towards the entrance, crying out.

It speeks with a fiery tongue, eyes red and calculating, watching my every move. Teeth gleeming with drool becon me, and I huddle back near the entrance. I cringe when it speeks. A dragon, yes! That's what the beast is. It is a mighty dragon, and I have entered it's cave. It is very large. It's pelt is as dark as the night around us, and when the lightning flashes...

... It's a lion. A large male. I pause, my mouth gaping mid cry. I look at him directly, and my fear washes away an increment. I feel braver now, much much braver. I can take on a lion! He's nothing. I've seen bigger. Actually, no, but still. I can try.

I raise up onto my paws, the lightning illuminating the skies and the ear splitting thunder shaking the ground as I gain more and more confidence. "BRING IT!" Besides, it seemed he was already afraid of me! Did I grow over the past few minutes? He was pressing up against the wall, eyes wild, ordering me to stay back.

I dive towards him, letting out a roar (which sounded more like a squeek!) and push off the ground, latching onto his face. I dig my nails (which of course, aren't that sharp) and take his ear in my mouth, chewing on it threatiningly. "I'LL EAT YOU!"

word two hundred eighty
muse six of ten
voice tyson
music byob - system of a down

[Rev's Mammals]

In a failed attempt, I try to wrinkle my muzzle to seem fearful to the spirit, to scare it off to the afterlife. I growled softly and lowly, ears pressed back, not wanting to anger nor upset it. That wouldn't be good at all. Being a mighty lion, I need to stay alive and not be killed by something so small. I have a reputation to uphold and especially with lands, I need to show I am strong, intelligent enough to rid of a ghost.

The face of it looked scared at first, when it turn to me, but it changed. The ghosts brows furrowed and a smirk formed on his lips, he seemed confident in my threat display and noises. This worry me greatly. Why? Well, when you see something grinning at your roars and growls, that means that thing is able to silence me so easily that it would be a joke.

"BRING IT!" echoed in the cave and reverberated into my eardrums. My breathing when sharp and short as this battle taunt. Did it want me to attack it? But, I would go right through it... That's an unfair disadvantage for me, but my momma did say 'Life is never fair.' Why must you always be right, mother?

I was driven out of my thoughts of my mom when the spirit squeaked at me, lunging forward at my face. I was scared shit less and didn't move from my spot, having the ghost cling to my muzzle. Feeling nails dig into my tough skin, I realize that there is warmth emitting from the body of the ghastly lion cub. I also felt his saliva running into my ear. Gross. "I'LL EAT YOU!" was mumbled through my chewed ear from the white cub, my tense shoulders dropping in relief that this male is alive.

And now.. I feel like a total and complete idiot.

I shook my mane, trying to rid of the cub on my face, growls loud and terrifying to scare him away."BRAT! Get the HELL off my FACE!" I bellowed so hard. I snorted and gave one flick of the neck and felt a bit of weight change, but my eyes were remain close during the process. So, I continued and hopefully, the annoying child would get the obvious hint that I don't want him on my face.


ooc~
muse: Okay
word count: 390
music: None
notes: First person if fun. Tsyon, you are such a courageuos little ball of puff I love. Aww!

[winder]

I continue to gnaw viciously on the male's ear, yanking it once before he roared, and I feel his bulbous head move beneath me abruptly. I open my eyes, stopping all motion to realise I have now shifted from the top of his face to the side, and I let go the ear cartlidge to look the beast right in the eye. I stare for a moment, before he snarls again and shakes his head vigorously.

I cry out, feeling myself melt off his face. I lash out, trying to stay up before I fall to my certain doom. My claws start to give way, and I can't keep a hold of the shaking brute. I cry out again, a frightened, desperate meow.

My ears pin back against my skull, and I look back into his eye, then open my mouth and clamp down on his cheek. I retract my claws now, then droop off his face completely, but still latched onto his cheek. I stare into the beady, flaming eye, clamping my jaw firmly shut and letting my body swing with the motion of his shaking. Man this guy's skin was tough.

A minute or so later I get kinda bored with this odd swing set, then open my mouth and drop to the ground at his paws. When I land, I land on my back so I am looking up at the male. "I thought you were a dragon." That is partially true. I did think he was a dragon before. But now I knew otherwise. Otherwise I wouldn't have mauled his face so perfectly. I am proud of myself at this point.

I grin up at him, still on my back. Then look at his head. I didn't even break skin. My face turns disapprovingly, and I huff. "I'm not a very good lion." I pout, then roll onto my paws and stand, stretching before a loud crash of thunder shakes the cave and I squeal, diving under the lion's paws.

330 three hundred thirty
muse six of ten
voice tyson
music byob - system of a down

[Rev's Mammals]

Though the weight has changed, I still felt something tugging my face down to the ground. However, I remain strong and held my head high, opening my golden eyes. I didn't expect to stare right into the azure blue ones of the white cub, so it startled me a bit. I went back to thrashing my head around and could feel the sliding of the small paws that cling to the side of my snout releasing. The pressure was almost gone, but having my luck, the small creature bit down on my cheek.

He wasn't heavy. But, he wasn't light.

My cheek was pulled down, making me resemble a basset hound's droopy face. Would it grow permanent If I then him remain on my facial cheek? I didn't want it too, and twisted left and right. He was still on me though! His teeth weren't sharp but I did notice they had tight grip on me. I roared in annoyance and attempt some more swinging. I soon gave up when my head grew weary and stiff, my growls subdued to my dizzy head. I hand to plant my paws down hard so that I would not tumble on my side or into the boulders. That brat really got me going and I did not see me being lightheaded after all that moving and twisting.

"I thought you were a dragon."

I glanced harshly down at the brat, my cheek numb but free from the lion cubs teeth. I sigh in relief however. My tough skin wasn't that easily ripped open, so no blood was rolling down my body. Except, the little cub wasn't going to get away from the consequences that I had in store for him. I was about to speak to him, though I hesitated when he huffed and said "I'm not a very good lion."

I chuckled rather loudly, agreeing to his statement. "You got a long way to go, littl- oomph!" I was cut off again when his fur touched my front paws, distracting me from my thoughts. I snarled at his actions, my teeth clamping around his shaking tail and dragged him out from under me. "If you wish to be the King of the Jungle, you must not fear take hold of you," I mumbled, giving advice to the scared kitten. "Instead, face it and be tough. Once you get through the obstacle, you will feel stronger and more alive. You'll certainly a King in-."

Then I stopped in mid-sentence. Why was I showing concern to this little whelp? And why was I giving him advice? I cursed myself in my head and cleared my throat. "Where is your mother? You should be with her," I demanded more than question.


ooc~
muse: Almost Meduim
word count: 455
music: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
notes: Azizi is trying to act tough and he's failing miserably. :3

[winder]

dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

I practically crawl underneath his massive paw and shrink away from the flash of thunder. I feel something grab my tail and I let out a cry, swiping at his face but missing. I cry out again as he pulls me out from under him and set me down. I look at him, curling into a tight ball and looking up at him with wonder as he speeks. I narrow my eyes in slight confusion. "But.. I can't help it! I just get scared..." I whine. He stops in mid sentence during the piece of advice, and I inch towards him, wanting him to continue.

He seems to be glaring at me, and I wince away from him, drawing back that inch I had tooken towards him. I look towards the mouth of the cave, then he says something that makes me stop all motions. For a moment, I just sit there, staring at the cloudful dark atmosphere, in the distance little streaks of lightning illuminate the base of the clouds and send bright rivers across the sky like a painting.

I don't know whether to walk away from him, or just ask which one? Which mother? Which one should I be hiding under right now? They all left me. They don't want me. I close my eyes, shutting out the lights. Should I give him an answer?

"My mommy doesn't want me. None of them do." I heave a tired sigh. Then I wonder why I'm here anyways. I can't even get a mom and stick with her. I always mess it up. I stand slowly, then creep to the edge of the cave and slump to the ground. I stare at the sky, until a very large bolt of strikes right above the den and I jump up, walking a foot or so back towards the lion before stopping and turning back towards the mouth, more scared then before and unsure.

330 three hundred twenty
muse six of ten
voice tyson
music byob - system of a down

[Rev's Mammals]

I stood there patiently, awaiting for his answer. I did get the first sentence, but that didn't phase me from my glare on the little cub. I wanted to know where his parents was. Not the reason he can't help being scared of thunder or lightening. However, when hearing that, I couldn't hold in a sigh of annoyance there. If he was my son, I would train him to withstand any danger and become the strongest of all. Also, to answer back right away when I ask something. After all, I am the owner of the pride lands. I must have my authority followed; not questioned or ignored.

My cat slit eyes then wondered from those fluorescent blue orbs of the cubs to the streaks of plasma, the color of whites and purples flashing the Kawari lands from outside the dens. The lights made it show the withered lands for as far as the eye could see, which wasn't much due to the downpour. Then, my golden eyes went back to the little titan near my feet, unaware of his struggle to answer my question until I saw his eyes closed, a wrinkled appearance of some sort of emotion. It didn't seem like pain, but I could never really read faces.

Though his words came out in a sort of muffled sigh, black-tipped sensitive ears caught it all. Not just a mother, but mothers disowning the child? How could they do that to their own flesh and blood? Maybe he was a ghost, or had some disease. No. I had to put aside all of those stupid thoughts, and think hard. I kept my mind going until I got one conclusion (without the need to ask the worried and dist rut lion cub).

The color white.

That's all you could see, besides his cute pools of blue. That had to be it. I transition from my mind to the real world for one more time, a feeling welling up inside me. It was unknown what this sensation was, so I shrugged it off though it continues to bubble.

I seem to miss something when I see the shaking of the cub again. Must have been the thunder and lighting again. I had to let out a held in chuckle, my grumpy side melting away finally. This little tycoon of puff had relieved me of stress and agitation, surprisingly. I wanted to doubt that so I say the rain must had been a factor in it too. "Hey, boy," I started with a more reassuring tone, a gentle feature covering my face. "Were you disowned because of your color?" It might be a sensitive subject, but I wanted to know why he didn't have a permanent mother figure in his life.

ooc~
muse: Fine
word count: 458
music: Pokemon 1st Movie Theme by Pokemon
notes: Don't mind the music slection. I am doing a pokemon meme and need inspiration. Lol. Anyways, Azizi is being a little noisy now. :D