Feral -Ebony-

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" Cæsar prowled along the outskirts of the forest as dusk fell above his head and plunged the temperate rain forest into a dusty cold blue glow. Moss hung down from the low branches and tried to cling to his fur as he softly padded through the forest. The wolf was large by yagi standards and boasted a pale white coat and distinct translucent black stripes that adorned his body in the same fashion of a tiger's. He did not seek to camouflage in the falling darkness for he had no fears; he was eternal. His young body did nothing to betray his 280 years of experience and he glanced about with mild interest at the land surrounding him, frosty luminescent eyes traveling into the darkness. A heavy quiet had settled on the forest, most creatures retreating to safer dens and the male twitched his ears as he strained to listen to the silence. His soft tail swished back in forth as he prowled, following the smell of water until the trees and vegetation began to thin. The moon that hung in the sky reflected off the crashing waves that lapped with continuous hunger on the shore of the immense lake and outlined the silver strands that danced occasionally in his pelt. After his long travel the white had been tarnished with dust and mud, old vegetation tangled in the long and soft strands and Cæsar made his way to the cold water. Slowly his body began to change as bones enlarged, muscles expanded and organs morphed. He felt his tail thin out and elongate as his muzzle shortened and his teeth expanded. His eye sight became more pronounced as the dark was enlightened and wide paws made less noise on the rocky shore. Finally making it to the water he paused to peer down at the creature that stared back at him with cold and empty eyes. It was feline features that greeted his sight as he stared into the face of a white tiger, his weight more then doubled with his transformation and it was with chilling satisfaction that he raised a paw and unsheathed his long claws. The tiger was back and he raised a roar of defiance at the moon before snarling as he entered the water, his tiger form adapting easier to the cold than his wolf body could ever have. The water washed over him as he sent small waves bounding in the opposite direction. It was the strong purr of satisfaction that pierced the eerily quiet night as the fresh water washed away the dirt revealing a blissfully bright white coat and intense black markings. Swimming close to the shore he made sure that he was fully refreshed before making his way onto land once more, shaking the water out and collapsing on the rocky banks. True enough he was powerful, but the long travel had done much to pain his endurance and he gratefully lay down to rest. He kept his tiger form to rest, this way if a creature sought out to disturb him he would not have to go through the lengthy transformation to defend himself. His tail flicked out behind him as he thought of his last meal, the dear had hardly satiated his appetite and his stomach rumbled deeply in agreement. A frightening scowl graced his chiseled features as he debated whether a hunt was worth it, his long tail flicking absent mindedly behind him. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[~Ebony]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/eback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(730), w(400),sy] The night, full of shadows and mysteries, the perfect time for hunters. Ebony sat crouched in the grass her bright green eyes narrowed and locked on a large bird in front of her. She was starving after coming all the way from the jungle she had hoped to catch something but everything had gone, running and hiding from the now cold air. But now she was going to catch something though the bird would not satisfy her hunger it would keep it at bay for awhile until she could catch something larger. She quickly and smoothly shifted into her second form, enjoying the new feel of power in her muscles. Switching her focus once more on the bird, that was to busy searching for worms and seeds to even notice her presence, she got ready to run, shifting her weight on her haunches for a burst of speed, her long thin tail swinging back and forth in anticipation as she waited for the right moment. But realizing she had waited to long when the bird shuffled and spread its wings read to take flight. With a burst of speed she launched herself out of the bushes leaping into the air as the bird took off calling out in a alarm, but she quickly silenced locking her jaws around its throat before landing gracefully back on the ground with her prize. Snarling in satisfaction she looked for a nearby tree to climb up into to eat her catch. Spying a rather large maple tree near the edge of the lake she started to walk towards it, careful not to trip on the birds long dangling wings. When she reached the edge of the lake she noticed something large laying beside the waters edge, it was only then she noticed the scent hanging in the air. The scent of the prey must have masked the musky scent of a male. Naturally defense of everything deemed hers she dropped the bird putting a large black paw on it and unsheathing her claws. Snarling loudly as she looked at the large white tiger? But this tiger carried the scent of a wolf underneath the scent of a cat. Green eyes widened in surprise at the thought that maybe this "thing" was just like her, but still worried that he would take her catch she continued to snarl her eyes narrowed to slits, tail waving back and forth, hoping that her snarls were enough to get the strangers attention for right now she was lost for words. E b o n y 's . S o n g [/scrolly]

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" Cæsar raised his head off his large paws, opening his mouth as he took in the scents of the night. Something was amiss in the silence and his ears swiveled to catch any sounds out of the ordinary. The soft sound of paws landing on the ground and the ruffle of feathers gave him cause for alert and he rose swiftly, tail lashing out behind him. His night vision was greatly improve while in tiger form and the cold blue reflected the light of the moon. Whom had come to disturb his slumber? The smell of blood reached his nostrils and he liked his chops, his hunger resurfacing. Was there a wolf with fresh prey out there? Cæsar could no doubt rob it of its catch and he advanced, his shoulders rippling as he moved. Pausing on the spot the sound of a feral snarl reached his ears and a tick appear in the corner of his eye. That was no wolf growl and the distinct feline resonance raised the hairs of his back. No matter, Cæsar had little to fear and so he advanced toward the sound, the moon beginning to highlight the outline of a smaller wild cat before him. Confused, and if not slightly surprised he stared into the green depths of the other animal's eyes, noting the wolf scent undertones. However it was the female scent that most appealed to the great brute and he smiled coyly, this would make an interesting addition to his conquests. Flashing his fangs in warning he silently demonstrated it would not be a good idea if she pursued her aggression and he was dis-inclined to steal away her meal. Titling his head he stood regally straight, starring unabashedly at the cat before him. "You can cease your snarling dear, I do not seek to steal away your catch...this time." His eye lit up with mischief, he had never met one that might be of his own kind and the odd encounter was almost enough to revive his charismatic self. The lazy grin he gave the black panther was entirely too predatory, his hungry eyes eagerly taking in the lithe form of the creature before him. It was easy to determine she was by far the most exquisite and graceful looking cat he had seen, and he wondered if this grace followed her into wolf form. There was no doubt in his mind that she had to be one of his own kind, his experience had taught him to trust his gut instinct on these matters. His voice rumbled out in a purring fashion, "Besides, what poor wretch would I be to steal from such an enticing creature? I am Cæsar, might I know the name that accompanies such a delectable female?" Liking his chops he kept his ears trained on the black panther, waiting for any tell tale sign she was not inclined to lay aside her aggression. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[~Ebony]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/eback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(730), w(400),sy] Ebony kept her paw on her catch glancing from him to the bird unsure whether or not to relax. Something about his voice, though kind, set her on edge. She didn't trust him like she never trusted anyone. But his power scared her as she knew she didnt have the advantage in a fight. Feeling that to relax would be a better idea she retracted her claws and removed her paw from the bird before sitting down in front of him with her tail curled around her front paws. "Ebony, my names Ebony. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd meet someone like me, Im pretty sure you feel the same. Now what brings you here?" her voice was laced with silk though one could tell she was tense for she had never actually had a normal conversation before and she didnt exactly know how to go about it or what to say. She had always been more of a loner, preffering to keep to herself and her own thoughts in fear of being judged by others. She looked at him once again, this time thoroughly, from top to bottom. Starting with his icy blue eyes and across his large, muscular body ending with his black tipped tail. His defined jet black stripes completing his striking appearance, making her wonder even more what he looked like in his other form. (OOC: sorry its short and um not good? Surprised I even made the word count with the amount of muse I had, just felt bad for making you wait so long so here it is) E b o n y 's . S o n g [/scrolly]

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" Caesar looked at the female, mild appreciation in his eyes for although he rarely let ordinary females believe they had any control over him this one was certainly not ordinary. Her green eyes shone like luminescent gems against her black pelt and Caesar opened his mouth ever so slightly to drink in her smell, memorizing it to mind so that he might track Ebony down if ever he felt the need to seek her company. Rolling his shoulders leisurely and stretched, purposely displaying his long and muscled body for her pleasure as his pale fur appeared to glow in the soft light of the moon. It demonstrated that he felt he was not threatened by her and perfectly at ease with the moment, a vain attempt at asserting dominance. Admittedly the female wolf was taller then him, but with a longer body and bulkier muscles the height was not of great concern. Smiling with interest he purred forth, “What a ravishing name for such a startling female, enchanted really. Go ahead and enjoy your deletable catch my dear, good conversation is always best with good food.” His eyes burned with cold fire, letting her know all too well he would rather enjoy seeing the black beauty eat her prey, the red blood that would fall from her maw would be a visual feast to the disturbed male. He sat down, eyes flicking briefly to the perfectly round moon in the sky as he contemplated her question. The answer was crude but with a bit of tweaking Caesar was sure he could make it work to his advantage and perhaps disturb the serenity of the female’s face. Languidly he let his voice trail out in a deep rumble, “I came here searching for something to satisfy my hunger,” he gave her a look that said his hunger, although carnivorous, had nothing to do with creature prey, “it would seem I have found it.” His gaze flickered over her body briefly before returning to the water, letting his words sink in. He was eerily confident in his position, his words spoken with undeterred cockiness that had flourished under over two centuries of conquests. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[Cy]

Actually, Phoe, you did not make the word count. You have 178 words in character. OOC and Table coding do not count toward the word count. Try to add another sentence or two.

[~Ebony]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/eback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(730), w(400),sy] Ebony watched as Caesar displayed his impressing strength, he could easily beat her in a fight which is why she decided to stand down and just go with it, who knows, she might actually enjoy this males company. But that though was quickly shattered with his next sentence. She would not be swayed by his words, if anything they made her angry. Did he think she was stupid enough for such things to work on her? If this male was to get her attention he would have to change his ways and she would make sure he knew this. Standing up and taking a few steps towards him until she was standing nose to nose with him. It was time she lay down the law, and if he chose to break it then he would suffer the consequences. Starting off with a snarl so as to let him know that she was offended by his attempts to seduce her. "Look Caesar, if you want to get anywhere with me, your going to have to clean up your act. Your feeble attempts to seduce me have failed, I do not take kindly to those words, and if you are stupid enough to think I am just like any other female you meet in your travels, then you are wrong, you will never meet another like me. If you'd prefer to flirt with someone go find someone else, I have no patience for such things. Ending with another snarl, before stepping back to give him some space and back to where her catch lay. "Now if you don't mind I will eat now, and don't even think about moving any closer unless you want to lose an eye." She hissed angrily at him before tearing into the bird, its blood splattering and staining her fur as she quickly gulped it down, savouring its taste. When she finished only a pile of polished bones lay. Looking up at Caesar and smiling in an unsettling way, hoping that she had angered him by eating right in front of his face without sharing just a tiny piece. She didn't feel the least bit bad, if he wanted food he could go catch it himself." (OOC: Sorry for the wait :\) E b o n y 's . S o n g [/scrolly]

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar listened to the hybrid spittle off about some non sense, his ears catching the words feeble, failed, seduce, clean up and at that point he simply loss interest in the prattle. Staring straight at the female he gave a tremendous yawn, worthy of his second shape and merely batted an eye in response, he would do as he pleased. In his opinion he had learned enough to know that it was better to live one`s life as one pleased and crush a few wolves along the way, then to ply to the demand of others and forsake his soul. A carnal grin, almost malicious in intent, graced his chiselled features, perhaps he had already forsaken his soul, either way, it was simply no fun to not do as he pleased. Taking a chiding voice as if to scold a child he noted, “Now now Madame, no need to take headless offense to flattery, I always adapt it to the wolf with whom I converse, but if it is stark and dull conversation you seek then I fear I can simply not comply to such demands.” A merry grin of devious amusement stretched along his face, his long fangs visible under the ebony black of his mouth. A throaty chuckle of dismissal made its way to the surface and he tipped his head in mockery. “My, but aren`t we the prickly one, I would gladly loose an eye for a taste of such a tasty looking morsel.” The rogue omitted mentioning it would simply grow back the next day, eternal youth had a funny way of rejuvenating an individual. In fact, he had lost far more chasing after tail in the past, it was a bit of a bad habit, among many, and not one he was inclined to quit anytime soon. Hunger gnawed at his insides, the beast wanted food and rather badly, Cæsar could no longer ignore it and as the female enjoyed her snack the male decided he could take a minute to catch his own. However he did not feel the inclination to let this female out of his sight, and so he simply walked to the water`s edge none too far away and gazed into the shallows. The moon reflected off silver darts under the surface, highlighting the position of the fish, but the wolf knew they would dart away as soon as he inserted a paw. Grinning he transformed into a tiger, loving the way the second shape slowly took over his wolf`s one and revering the way power and strength courses through his limbs. Cæsar let out a pleased snarl, baring his fangs in joy as the light shone off the pristine white in his coat, a stark contrast to the ebony black stripes that contoured his long body. Flicking his tail he dipped it under the surface, letting the moon reflect off the silver strands in it and watching with satisfaction as fish came towards it, like the stupid animals they were, anything of interest attracted them. Then, lifting a long and muscled arm slowly he extracted thick razor claws, blacker then night, and with a fluid and graceful swipe ran them under the water and flicked several fish onto the shore, spearing them in turn so that their writhing bodies lay still. Turning around he threw the black wolf a wicked wink and proceeded to enjoy the succulent flesh from his catch. It took all the fish and one more catch to satisfy him enough to be civil and then he walked back towards here, remaining in his tiger form. Dutiful cleaning was in order, he could not allow his pristinely white fur to be tarnished and so with one thick pink tongue he licked his maw and muzzle clean, taking long leisurely strokes while throwing his acquaintance glances that indicated that perhaps he was imagining himself licking other things than his own pelt. Really the movements were deliberate and though graceful, done to annoy his audience. He knew that the female was a magnificent species, no one could ever provide her with the same level of ministrations and attention as himself, experience, dazzling good looks and killer instincts made him a rather formidable foe and he would keep a tab on this beauty in the future. Giving her an innocent look he added, “Oh, how rude of my, you didn`t want any did you?” Let her fend for herself, frankly Cæsar did not want any females that needed caring for, his motto was get in, have fun, and get out while the going was still good. Some referred to him as a cruel bastard, and Cæsar would not be the one to deny it, in fact he rather enjoyed the title, it took effort to gain it. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[~Ebony]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/eback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(730), w(400),sy] Rolling her eyes Ebony completely ignored the males comments, he obviously hadn't taken what she had said seriously or just didn't give a damn but she wouldn't let her pride get hurt by letting the male think he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. Oh no she would show him. Watching carefully as he turned his body forming into that of the most handsome white tiger with a silky snow white coat and jet black stripes and thick muscly build. Not letting that distract her she watched; her black tail tip flicking impatiently in the snow, as he fished a few silvery fish from the depths of the lake and quickly gulped them down. Crouching down real low she waited until he turned to her with his sarcastic comment. She bared her teeth with a snarl then flung herself at him aiming to tackle him completely, hoping she had caught him off guard. She wasn't so sure her strength was as much as his but she knew that her lithe form would be quicker than his bulky one. She knew she could best this male in a fight if she tried and that would prove to him that she wasn't just another female he could mess with. But she had to admit he was handsome and it was nice to have someone like her for a change but still if he had no manners then neither would she. (OOC: Ick so short, sorry about that :\) E b o n y 's . S o n g [/scrolly]

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-18.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar was rather certain he had demonstrated his will to do as he pleased, with whomever he pleased and a smug smile now encroached itself on his maw. He turned to mock the female with his terribly cold eyes, however was met with a mass of fur and claws, a fiendish snarl ripping into his ears. So the kitty cat wanted to fight? He laughed out loud, the sound part snarl of bitter amusement, who did this kid think she was playing with? Your friendly neighbourhood tiger? The beast within him had 280 years of experience, and his body knew the in and out`s of bloody battles with an alarming accuracy. However, if the vixen liked it rough the male could humour her until he lost interest. Letting Ebony run her claws through his shoulder upon impact he made a violent shaking movement, slamming his own body into the ground to use his 500 pounds in an attempt to shake his attacker. Laughing with cruel amusement he noted, “I can swing it rough too kitty, do you really want to go there, you might not like what you find....” His eyes glowed, thick fangs displayed. Blood dripped down his shoulder and he merely disregarded the wound, by the next day it would be gone, his Eternal Youth was rather handy in that regard. His long tail snaked through the air, muscles rippling with restrained strength as his claws raked through the earth impatiently. A savage cry ripped through the air, one of anticipation and drive, as he launched himself at the female, swiping out with his large paws, onyx black claws extended in a deadly welcoming gesture. His eyes were narrowed into dangerously small slits and the blue seemed to glow in the night, reflecting the light of the moon. It would be a pity to leave a mark on such a pristine beauty, but at least other males would know that he had not only claimed the female but left his mark. This was what Cæsar enjoyed more than anything, leaving his mark and claiming ownership to those that did not wish to be claimed. A spiteful and deranged hobby of a concerning nature, he wanted to have creatures at his beck and call. If he could not succeed in enthralling them then he would simply cause them to cower, though it was generally noted that his attentions were more pleasant when dispensed on a willing subject. Prone to sharing his affection, the hybrid was not so disposed to share his conquests with other and preferred leaving such a mark as to dissuade other males from preying on his hunting grounds. Left to his own delusions of grandeur his beliefs had festered with the years and were now over come with a putrid rot of impure intentions and questionable motives. None the less he no longer cared, his heart was iced over with time, impenetrable and hard against the misery of others he did not demonstrate a kind disposition, if he had to destroy other`s dreams to accomplish his plights then so be it. C a e s a r' s . S o n g