A sigh is just a sigh ;; open

[Verboten]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/verbotentablebackground.png] The lyxxus Verboten yawned delicately, her reddish-orange maw and pink tongue handsomely sleek. There was fat around her bones, something that had built up in the past few weeks due to her sudden change in status. One day she had been a nothing, hardly even as powerful as an Omega, and then the next- bam! She was updated to Auscultre, or Scout. Had it been the pulling of some strings by the wonderful Cypress, ex-Empress of the Empire? Or some other force at work? The Empire had been in turmoil, and frankly Verboten wanted out. Not for long, but a… break, a vacation of sorts, from those strange wolves. The Royal Family was about as vague as mist, and about as hard to pin down. They had been in the process of moving when she’d left—she’d find them some other time. For now, she just wanted to relax and allow herself a little vacation from them. Something had gone on- something the small, red lyxxus hadn’t been privy to- and then Cypress wasn’t empress; Arkham, the brutish wolf who’d accepted her into the Empire, was suddenly gone; and the pairs son, Cedrus, was suddenly Emperor. “Well, girl, you’ve gotten quite the relaxation from them. Plenty of jackalopes up here,” She muttered to herself, another yawn escaping her mouth. “Maybe I should do this more often, considering there’s, like, no activity over there.” Briefly Verboten allowed herself to remember a particular wolf she’d met months before. Another lyxxus, a handsome male named Nautic. That was one interesting wolf. He had flirted with her, then got jealous when she saw some wolf and taken a polite interest in him not Nautic, and then…bam. There hadn’t been a night spent with Nautic—in fact, there hadn’t been a night spent with any male, of any species, during Verboten’s entire short life. She wondered if she was missing out in the whole love-business. Of course, she was under no delusion that there had been love between her and males; physical attraction, yes, but love? No; there was nothing in Verboten that seemed to take any interest in males- or females. Physical attraction was not love, and many young wolves thought, it was merely the body reacting to a wolf of the opposite gender who had outer features that appealed to you on a… -hormonal?- level. If he was healthy, your species, and handsome; there you go, physical attraction. Lost in her musings she wouldn’t have noticed a wolf sneaking up on her, or one walking directly up to her and speaking right to her face. All was quiet, until, of course the inevitable. So, Verboten, how you been? Her ‘madness’ a voice that all wolves possessed when they were cubs, they petted and spoke to, until you were an adult and began to lose it. Maybe it was a Harbringer, preying on the cracks in a young cubs mind. Maybe it was just the conscious speaking to itself. Who knew? You, Verboten responded, a warning growl sounding under her breath. Me. What now? What do you want this time? Who said I wanted anything more than a good, free chance to speak to you? I’m not a fool, what do you want? You’re too good, No, I just know you. Go away, I’m not in the mood, The voice began to speak, but was cut off by Verboten with a quick, Shut up and go bother some other wolf who actually is a nincompoop, "speechtest"

[Belle]

Mountains. What the hell was I thinking? Belle thought angrily as she made her way through the snow. Snow. Oh, how she hated it. She was nearly impossible to see in deep snow, but her pretty white coat was very short and sleek. Belle watched her breath, her blue eyes narrowed to slits. A breeze blew past the female, ruffling her fur. Belle began to mutter a string of curses, her lion tail lashing out angrily. A grumble from her stomach interrupted her colorful mumblings, and Belle looked up. Food. That was what she needed, a little bite to eat, then she could be on her way.

Belle nodded absentmindedly, her eyes peering around, but not really seeing. Once again she was lost in her own little world. The huge hybrid growled. Sadly, the reason she was lost in her thoughts was Ragnar. The evil, conniving bastard. Just when she thought he loved her.. The phrase 'you'll be the death of me' had been something she had told him when he wanted to go on a adventure or such, but she had never expected it to become true. Well, partially. Ragnar had almost been the death of Belle.. But now he was gone, left in only her memories and dreams. No, nightmares.

Another rumble from her stomach pushed her into action. With a growl that became deeper and deeper, the beautiful white wolf turned into a white lion. Her tail lashed out, whipping at the fluffy snow around her. Good God, lionesses were not meant for the snow, Belle thought. But it would do. As a lioness, her coat was slightly thicker, and more warmer, at least. Belle let out a thunderous roar, daring all and any to approach the angry, hungry lioness. One foreleg shot out, and her ebony claws whipped at the air, getting accustomed to this new shape. Belle's ears twitched, and her nose quivered. A nice mountain goat would do her good.

The scent of a herd wafted toward the huge lioness, and she nodded appreciatively. The female loosened her muscles, her head raised to sniff the air. The scent was coming from the right, and with a growl, the lioness was off. Belle bounded through the snow, her cold eyes trained ahead, her mouth set in a firm line. Snow and wind whipped at her, but she pushed forward, her tail waving like a flag, the gray tip shimmering. A growl found it's way out of the lioness's white maw as she bounded across the snowy mountains, her claws gripping in for purchase. She was quite agile, and managed to not slip on the icy rock. The snow was hard to see through at points, but Belle trudged onward.

It was soon that the lioness found her way by a herd of mountain goats, snuffling through the grass. Belle scanned through the herd before she found a big, fat one. It's white fur was long and coarse, and it's horns were huge and black. They glinted in the sunlight, and the goat threw it's head back, as though challenging Belle to hunt it. The white lioness guessed it was the leader of the herd, which meant the biggest, and the strongest. Long story short, the dream of a hungry lion stranded in the mountains.

Belle's claws dug into the rock, and then she pushed off, a snarl coming from her mouth as she thundered across the ground. The goats were scattered and running in seconds, and Belle chased after them, the wind whooshing! past her. Pebbles flew as she scrabbled across the rocky and icy ground, the goat she was chasing much more sure-footed than the huge predator. But Belle had much longer legs, and the advantage of surprise, so she soon overcame the goat. It make the smarter choice, to stop and fight. The horns came at her, and Belle jumped. She made it past them, but only by an inch or so. The female lunged, her four inch fangs bared. The lioness grabbed onto the nimble goat's flank, and tore away a hunk of flesh.

The mountain goat gave a squeal of outrage, then charged again. This time Belle was not so lucky, and the horns hooked onto her right shoulder and dug in. The wound wasn't that deep, but it hurt like Hell. Deciding that she'd better end the fight before she got even more hurt, Belle faked to the left, and the goat fell for it. With one smooth movement, Belle sunk her teeth into the goat's neck and held on. The animal kicked and screamed, but soon it's strangled cries faded away, and it's limbs stopped flailing. The lioness ate quickly, her white fur on her muzzle slowly turning red. She was full soon, but there was still half left of the fat carcass. The white she-wolf had never been one to waste anything, for who knew when she would get another meal?

So Belle set out again, this time dragging the carcass with her. It hindered her movement, but it was nothing compared to how it would be if she was in her wolf-form. The snow had stopped falling so hard, so now, if it wasn't for the cold, it would be fine. As she walked, the goat bumped against her legs. It wouldn't have been a problem, except Belle smelled a wolf. She turned sharply, and the horns dug into her leg. Without thinking, she let out an angry roar, her blue eyes flashing angrily. When the pain had subsided slightly, Belle sighed. Now the wolf would know she was here. Unless the wolf was deaf... Well, what was the use hiding? she thought. Lugging the carcass, the lion stalked forward, her blue eyes darting around.

It wasn't long before she came upon the lyxxus. Belle tilted her head slightly, her gaze lingering on the wolf's multiple tails. The idea of many tails was a strange one, and the white lion couldn't help but sneak a discreet glance to her long, whip like tail, just to make sure it wasn't splitting in two. Her tail wasn't, thankfully. Her stormy blue gaze was back on the lyxxus, now, and she flicked her ears, then gave a low, warning growl. At least this way the other female wouldn't think Belle was stalking her. This would turn out to be an interesting day, yes it would.

OC: Wow, this is exactly 1100 words! -Faints-

[Verboten]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/verbotentablebackground.png] The roar of the white lionness echoed within Verboten’s ears and her eyes widened as she came out of her musings. Another beast roamed here, one of indescribable deadliness if it wanted her dead, and Verboten wasn’t a fool. She wasn’t far from the goat herd, but a female her size couldn’t take on more than a kid, but there weren’t any in the herd at that point. Like a fox, she slipped back into the make-shift den, her blue eyes narrowed and her ears back. Her posture was one of crouched and slinking movement, and she grumbled sourly about “foolish beasts that, if I was a Yagi, would be food.” There was a flicker of movement and as she turned, a lone goat bleated into the den, glancing around to see if it was big enough to hunker down in. Responding with a sharp bark and the flash of a paw with sheathed claws, the lyxxus drove the young goat out. Verboten licked her black lips and extended her claws, her face a mask of tired disgruntlement. There was silence for a few moments, maybe fifteen or twenty, before there was another, louder roar that seemed to rock the landscape. Standing up slowly, Verboten peered out, her eyes wide and her face confused. There was nothing there, it seemed, and for a moment, Verboten returned to her ideas and the debate in her head. Perhaps she was missing out on what most considered ‘normal,’ but there didn’t seem to be anything responding in Verboten, telling her, ‘Him,’ At first glance, all males were the same—male, bigger and normally more brutish. Nothing amazing, really, all the same and all intent on be there to mate with you. Irritating things, really. But females were no better, always flirting with the males and encouraging them, birthing their cubs and then expecting everything to work out, like it did in stories. There was always some mettle within this red Lyxxus, some personality and inner strength, forged deep in her own being—inherent and powerful—that was always present and strong, allowing her to stay focused and alert, prepared to battle when necessary and fight to the death. This mettle was nothing short of rather amazing, for most would think a she-wolf of her size would always be whining and in the den with cubs, not caring much for outside life; however, Verboten had a deep interest of politics, fighting, and strategy, always interested in the tactics of the males and females of the Upper Ranks in the Empire, especially the Dux and Dominus, for they were experienced in the battalions. Maybe it was pure foolishness, but the little hardy wolf aspired to be one of those Upper Rankers one day, presiding with the Emperor and Empress with a firm and fiery paw, defending the lands with her life. It wasn’t uncommon for her to ‘doze’ off, and she ‘awakened’ just as a pair of eyes, blue ones, appeared and stared at her. She could barely see the form that was the body of this beast, but she knew—from the height of the eyes—that it was big, dangerous. Once again, she thought back to that idea of being able to be part of the Upper Ranks in the Empire, a foolish and childish idea. A story book ending. Nothing is ever story-perfect. The loser’s stories were never told. "speechtest"

[Belle]

Belle watched -slightly smug- as the lyxxus seemed to realize that the lioness was there. It was nice to be bigger than others, and Belle couldn't help but pity the other female. So small, always being hunted. The four tails on the red wolf's rear showed that she was four years old, and Belle thought it was quite impressive a wolf her size managed to stay as good as new when the wolf was that small. The white lioness stretched out a paw slowly, then extended her claws. She whipped at the air again, her eyes flashing evilly. It would be funny to see how the lyxxus would react to this silent challenge.

Or should she go the whole hog, and transform back just the see the lyxxus's expression? The latter option sounded good, and Belle let out a roar that slowly turned into a cross between a roar and a howl as she changed her form. Her bones became smaller, and her face began to change, and her body shrinking. In a few seconds, where a large lioness stood, was a huge hybrid. Forty three inches at her shoulder and two hundred pounds heavy, she was big. Not fat, but big. The white wolf wolf studied the lyxxus. She seemed around twenty five or so inches tall, and maybe thirty pounds? Oh, yes.

The hybrid stretched out casually, her rear end raising and her front sinking toward the snowy ground. Even when she was in her wolf form, hints of a lioness was there. Her muzzle was like a lion's, same with her tail and her paws, complete with retractable claws. Her ears were rounded, and she had long, long canines. Belle yawned, carelessly showing off her fangs to the lyxxus. Intimidating was her middle name, and she loved to do it. Her lion tail whipped around behind her, whacking off a fluffy top of the snow bank behind the wolf.

She raised herself back up, then sat on her haunches, her piercing blue eyes staring into the lyxxus' eyes, that were blue like her own. But they were not they same, for where Belle had icy blue eyes that reflected her cold heart, the reddish female had bright, blue and pretty eyes, with a fire of hope burning deep within. This made the hybrid almost laugh, but she settled with a malicious grin. Hope. Hope! There was no hope in this world, this world was the coldest one. Belle had forgotten how to hope for something a long time ago.. Around the time Ragnar left. Left, after betrayal. Hope had no place in Belle's world.

The cold blue eyes narrowed, and the tail flicked back and forth in anticipation. "Hello there, little wolfy." she leered, her smooth voice rumbling out from her chest, calm and cool, yet with a edge like a blade, ready to tease and provoke. "What's your name, pretty little girl?" she asked, her brows raised, a smug smirk on her face. If this wolf came at her, she would crush her like the tiny wolf she was. The smartest option was to simply answer the questions and hope that the hybrid would soon lose interest, and go torment some other poor wolf. It was a dangerous game, for Belle was equipped with some fine weapons, and she wouldn't care about the consequences of using them.

The wolf stunk of the north, even farther north, where the Empire was. Ugh. Packs. Belle wrinkled her ebony nose in disgust, her eyes flashing. What was so great about them, anyway? To Belle it seemed like a punishment, not an opportunity. The hybrid liked being her own boss. Like when she had ruled a pack. Yes, those were the days. The days with Ragnar. A glimmer of sadness showed in her eyes, but she quickly turned back to the lyxxus, focusing on her again. But even as she did so, she remembered the good days, the days when she was happy, the days when she laughed, the days when she loved.

[Verboten]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/verbotentablebackground.png] ooc: Sorry for the wait, I had quite a bit of homework to catch up with- still do, but I had some muse so I used it. The lioness stretched, obviously over-confident that its white ass would be able to beat her, Verboten. Oh, but smallness would prove much more useful in a fight then strength—she could easily win while the foolish white thing was bumbling around looking for her warm, flame red pelt. Her blue eyes narrowed but then she composed herself and a look of boredom replaced her previously confused face. She flicked her ears dismissively, pulling herself into her tallest height and shifting quietly into a much more ready position. If the brutish beast attacked, Verboten could easily doge and leap onto one of the rocks behind her, and attack from that vantage point there, or simply dash away. Her red maw curved into a smile of condescension and derision, mocking the female lion-thing; whilst the remains of her features remained disinterested and indifferent. The beast smiled cruelly at something on Verboten’s face, and the lyxxus’ bared her needle-like teeth for a fraction of a second, but composed herself back into the state of indifference without the smile, ‘hope’ gone and replaced by dullness, distaste, and mocking. The switch was too fast for even the most practiced wolf to see, her face only appearing to have lost the smile. No hope had ever burned in her eyes, as the wolf supposed, instead it had been a steady calculative oddness not often found in wolves. The beast spoke, its voice grating. Verboten laughed coldly, her expression unchanged. Instead, she stood and turned away, towards the rocks. Without a response, Verboten crouched and then leaped up, easily landing on the rocks above the cave with a cat-like grace. She bounded across a couple more of them, towards the female; then stopped. With a decisive distaste, Verboten responded— “My name is of no concern of yours, beast,” Her voice was icy cold and flashed through the air like icicles. “So don’t worry your little head about it,” With a smirk, the only expression breaking through her careful barrier, she sat down on the rocks. A good three feet about the beasts head, she could easily bolt for it if there were danger. Steady, danger, The voice in her head cautioned, internally scowling, she snapped back, with intense sarcasm. NOOOOOO. "speechtest"

[Belle]

Belle watched with an unreadable expression as the little lyxxus bounded upward, on top of the cave she had been on. Really? Really!? Belle felt like laughing. How stupid was this creature? On her travels, she had met many dumb wolves, but really? This lyxxus thought she could win against a five and a half feet long, three and a half feet tall, and three hundred seventy five pounds of roaring, angry lioness? Sure, sure, Belle wasn't that now, but with a flick of her lion tail she could be. And that was the threat. In a fight, wolf to wolf, Belle would have the advantage, being bigger and older, Belle thought smugly as she once more noted the four tails on the lyxxus's rear. So, all in all, Belle would pummel this wolf. Pulverize her. Tear her tails, one by one, out of her body.

The last thought struck Belle's fancy, and she carefully put it aside, vowing to remember it when she had this arrogant female begging for mercy. The lyxxus's 'witty' response made Belle roll her eyes. "Only those who fear have something to hide," she said, mocking the lyxxus's courage. "And thank you. It has been a goal of mine to be called a beast. Maybe I can call you Wee Beastie? Seeing as, of course, I could go like this-" Belle motioned crushing with her paw- "and you'd be dead!" With that she gave a funny little cackle. No doubt the wolf currently thought she was insane, but this could get dangerous for the lyxxus. Belle's temper plus her advantages could be lethal, especially when provoked. And this wolf was pushing it. Closely.

"I'm Belle." Belle said, her eyes trained on the red wolf. So what if the wolf didn't care who she was? Belle wanted the wolf to know who she was, and that was that. Belle wasn't quite sure what made her instantly so angry, but she didn't care. Maybe it was the way the lyxxus thought she would win in a fight. Maybe it was that annoying whining voice of her's. Maybe it was that horrible, smug smirk. Whatever the reason, Belle was suddenly furious. And a furious Belle is never something one would like to run into. Suddenly, with frightening speed, Belle whipped up, now on her large paws. A roar started, and the wolf threw back her head, her fangs dangerously close to the lyxxus. The roar was thunderous, and something no wolf should be able to produce. Her canines were oddly long, and something you wouldn't want to get close to. Her claws slowly protracted, the ebony daggers crunching the snow. Her blue eyes flashed scarily, making her look deadly, and murderous. Which was how she was feeling.

"Alright, Wee Beastie. Listen up, and listen up closely, brat, because I am only going to say this once. I'm not in a good mood today, so humor me, or have your pretty little tails ripped out, one by one. I'm bored, and I'm annoyed, so if you value your fat head, you will not provoke me any more, or you'll find yourself with an ugly scar." Her threat was finished with a loud growl, and her lips curled up, showing her lengthy canines again. Her blue eyes met the lyxxus's fearlessly, her face twisted. It was no longer beautiful, it was the face of someone who was angry, very angry- in fact, so angry it was more along the lines of someone who was pissed.

Quick as a whip, Belle tensed and then jumped, landing on the rocks near the lyxxus. Closer up, Belle could see that the lyxxus was scowling fiercely. Belle sat back down, her front right paw batting at the air slightly, the ebony claws flashing in the light reflecting from the snow. It was a thinly veiled threat, and Belle looked down, a look of pure superiority on her pretty face. Her icy blue eyes met the lyxxus's vibrant blue, and Belle raised her head, showing that here, where she was bigger and taller and stronger, was where she considered herself a queen.

OOC: Post was fail, so I changed it. Only a wee bit. Lol, Wee Beastie. Hahahaha.

[Verboten]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/verbotentablebackground.png] Verboten watched as the female spoke, mocking her. Ah, well, it wasn’t worth the work anyway. Her face remained silent as the idiot chattered on, trying to make her afraid. Which was not happening. At all. Verboten fairly shouted with laughter at the wolf, having made her paw spasm, in an attempt to mimic what the wolf thought was going to happen. Kill her? Not likely, Verboten was faster, easily able to dodge this wolf’s clumsy movements. “Kill me? You could try. But of course there’s about a zero percent chance… a bumbling idiot like you… could even manage to follow me more than ten feet… without collapsing for need of air in you horrendously fat body!” Verboten snapped, a snarl and cackle alternating in her voice, making her pause for a breath as she laughed with delight. “What’s so funny, brainless beast, is that fact that… you act insane!! But you know what?” Verboten leered closer, her face peering directly nose to nose with the beast, “I am,” Verboten spoke in a whisper this last part, a wicked smile on her red maw and a truly insane glint in her eyes. She flung her head back, fairly dying with disturbing laughter. “I am! I am! I’m absolutely bonkers, off my rocker, disturbingly, insanely, out of my mind mad!” For once, Verboten embraced the Voice, it cackled and snorted and roared like a mad bull with laughter, giddy with its owner’s acceptance of her fate. Verboten, no matter how young, was truly mad… but aren’t we all? The lion grew mad, and Verboten taunted it while it roared, “Oh my, my, my! Did I upset you, fat one?!” Verboten chuckled, her eyes malevolently trained on the thing. She was done trying to act normal. Suddenly, it was there, in front of her, and she stumbled back to avoid the fangs, still laughing wildly. It then leaped up, spoke again, and Verboten’s laughter and smile trailed from her face, replaced by a solemn, wide-eyed innocent look. “So you don’t want to be called fat, ugly, an abomination, a complete fool, fatter then this mountain, so on and so forth?” For a moment, she didn’t continue, instead watching as she swiped at the air, attempting to threaten her. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Her red paw flashed, the claws outstretched, her eyes still trained on the thing’s face; she flicked her eyes down for a split second before her paw connected, aiming to smack the thing’s paw away. "What? Pull out my pretty tails?" Her face cracked into a grin. “That wouldn’t be any fun, see, because then I’d be dead, and you couldn’t torture me—of course, the only way you’d capture me is if I had a brain aneurism, meaning that you had the hour to catch up to me, sit down and catch your breath, and then get me.” Verboten cackled, and then jumped back a few steps before turning her back on the wolf. Once again, her face was malevolent, casting a scornful glance over her shoulder. She kicked snow behind her, as if covering her scat, and snorted before cackling and leaping up and away, well aware the wolf would probably follow her. "speechtest"

[Belle]

Belle eyes narrowed and narrowed as the idiot insulted her. Ah, what lovely last words, she thought angrily. "Fat? Oh please. This is muscle, and this muscle shall crush your skull, Wee Beastie." she growled, her icy eyes now narrowed to slits. So this wolf thought she was tough, hmm? She thought she was insane, did she? Well, this idiot lyxxus was about to learn what happened to those who called her fat. Though the lyxxus was, admittedly, agile, but was she fast enough to dodge a full grown, furious lioness? Maybe for a bit, but not forever.

Belle grinned evilly as the lyxxus poked fun at her. "Ah, now now! Be nice, Wee Beastie, or Belle will have to teach you a lesson!" Her tone was mocking, yet inside a fury burned. She was part lion, and that lion part was full of pride. The lyxxus would crash and burn, and she, Belle, would watch, laughing. A growl started from deep inside of Belle's chest. She curled her dark lips up, showing her fangs to the lyxxus, her blue eyes revealing her murderous inside. A good handful of wolves had wanted to best her, just so they could boast that they had won against a lion. Those wolves were either dead or severely maimed. Belle wouldn't take anything from wolves like the lyxxus, and she voiced her thoughts.

"I won't take any shit from a weak, gutless, ugly, idiotic, runty, excuse of a wolf like you! So shut your ugly, fat mouth before I shut it for you!" Belle, literally, roared. The lyxxus had gotten herself into this. Now she better find a way to get out, or face the wrath of a lioness. "You think you can best a lion? I'd like to see you try," Belle said in a harsh whisper, her challenge hanging in the air. But she gave no time for the lyxxus to accept or decline, for with a snarl she shifted her form. Belle felt powerful and ready to attack.

The lyxxus scampered off, and Belle lunged. Her mouth stretched open, revealing a huge and very long set of teeth. Her claws protracted, giving her two dangerous weapons. "I've felt pain, brat, now it's time for you to feel it too!" she yelled in lion tongue. Though the lyxxus wouldn't understand, she would most likely get the gist of it. "I'll skin you! I'll wear your tails like a trophy, you fool!" Belle lunged forward again, her claws outstretched. A lioness's hunting method was simple, really. The lioness would chase the prey until she was close enough, then she would pounce, climbing up onto the animal's back. Then she would tip the creature to the ground, roll off, and then kill it with a strangle hold.

Belle roared, the sound deafening. "Get back here! I want to see the light leave your eyes, Wee Beastie! Stand and fight, you coward!" Lion tongue was a language that consisted of mostly growls, snarls, roars, and other nerve-shaking sounds. It was obvious that Belle was enraged, and the lyxxus would be on the receiving end of her anger. With a giant bound Belle came closer, and her right foreleg whipped out, her claws extended, trying to latch onto the lyxxus's red back. If that didn't work, she would still have some tricks up her sleeve.

With a guttural snarl, Belle launched herself forward, her forelegs reaching out. If she was lucky, she would latch onto this idiot's rear, and pull her back toward Belle. Then, she could proceed to kill the lyxxus. Belle's tail whipped in the air as she pounced, classic big cat style. There was no way this lyxxus could run forever. Eventually, she would have to stand and fight.

[Verboten]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/verbotentablebackground.png] Verboten was still cackling madly as the lion attempted to insult her, but of course the insanity really had taken root inside her skull; and without much thought, as the beast transformed behind her, Verboten skidded to a halt. Her blue eyes flashed with confusion as the transformed beast thundered behind her, its paws missing as Verboten turned. It reared up, attempting to grab her again, but with a simple duck the paws whistled past her, nicking her ear. Blood welled up as her heart hammered, adrenaline pumping through her small system in enormous amounts. A fight, was it? Well, frankly, she couldn’t fight with brawn, but speed? Oh yes, that was one major advantage. Her crouch aided in her back-ward springing flip, landing on her paws with a simple cat-like twist. Verboten let out a roar of her own, ignoring the lion’s strange tongue. The beast hulked over her, and with a simple once-over, Verboten calculated her next move. She crouched and sprang in a sinuous movement, flipping over and onto a rock poised perfectly above the charging lion. Roaring again, she sprang forward and landed on the beast’s back, her claws extending and digging into the fur. But it was unnatural for her, this riding, and with a yelp she slid off. Shaking the dust off, she realized she was in a bad spot, there were no rocks here. Knowing she would be able to draw the lioness towards a rockier place, Verboten scanned the terrain as the beast continued roaring. She spotted a steep slope five feet off, leading up to a much more difficult and jumbled rocky outcropping. The question was, would she make it in time? The insanity had lessened its grip, allowing her survival instincts to combat the lion’s own killing instincts. She raced forward, her speed aiding her. Verboten crested the slope, turning to taunt the lioness and get her to follow Verboten up. Leaping up onto a boulder, Verboten snarled waiting for the thing to come close enough to attack, waiting for it to thunder up, too. "speechtest"