On our way to fame (Open)

[Mufasa]

The sun will set on my time,
And rise on yours.

Ba-boom, Ba-boom. The thunder of the male's paws against the solid, dry ground seemed to breath the hot air. Mufasa's massive body was seen cantering into the Savannah. Five hundred and fifty pounds of nothing, but muscle and power propelled his body forward before he began to slow to a soft trot that didn't send up as much dust as the pace before had. Mufasa's large head bobbed up and down as he looked around for any other big cat that could be crossing the Savannah in mid-afternoon. He doubted that anyone really would since the hot temperatures kept most felines from coming out here. No, most of them were probably hidden under large leaves that provided shade.

However, Mufasa loved the heat that warmed his tan bodice. A large mane of hair grew around his face in all colors. They were a deep red brown, but a few white hairs were seen around the end of his mane. His mane grew all the way around his neck and under his chest and even went as far as his stomach. Four pillars were thick and muscled. At the end of those legs, massive paws were seen, ready for paling an attacker though he would never do so without warning. Mufasa is a charmer, not a killer. He would never be one to attack someone unless they were challenging for a female or his land. Both of which he holds dear to his heart. A soft sigh came to his maw as he thought about the fact that he lacked females or even males in his pride. Mufasa longed for the company of females and a family. He wanted children of his own.

But it seemed that was a distant reach at the moment. This land wasn't very heavily populated and so there weren't very many females around that he could claim or even charm into coming to his homeland. With a low growl, Mufasa shook the though from his head and slowed to the point were he was just shuffling his paws around in the dust, stirring up before taking a few strides forward. His orange-amber colored orbs were narrowed as he stared across the savannah. With each breath he pulled in, he noticed that there wasn't a change in smell of the normal dusty, homey smell. He longed for some kind of company to be at his side. It was something he couldn't seemed to get off his mind no matter what he was doing like now. Exploring. Normally, when he explored he thought of the places were Mufasa could get drinks or food, but at the moment he wanted a companion. [/blockquote][/size][/center][/color]

[Elysia]

The day was hot, and the sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm rays all across the savannah. The heat was terrible- the sort of blaring temperatures that caused most cats to run for the trees- but Elysia? Oh, no. She had headed straight for the savannah when the temperature began to climb- preferring being alone in sweltering heat to being at the bottom of a pile of other cats in the few chunks of shade. She was reclining in the dirt, rolling around every few minutes to kick up dust and reach the itches she couldn't scratch without a good fall on the ground. It was times like these- when the sun beat down relentlessly- that she relished having a short coat, and a lean build. /If my fur were any longer, or if my skin had more fat than my shape can retain,/ she mused, /I'd die from this heat./

A slight twinge in her side caused the cheetah to rise, and dash in a circle for a moment to try and whip the caking of dust in her fur out and into the air. An impressive cloud formed in her wake, and the cheetah gave a dignified chirp before flopping down in the dust cloud's vortex. She might not get as hot as some, but obviously, running around was too much of an effort for her to give at the time. Yes, yes- given the choice, she would have stayed in that spot until night fell, and its cool temperatures drove her happily mad. But she didn't seem to have that choice now, as another feline seemed to have come trotting into the savannah. Making no effort to get up and greet the other cat, nor to even get up in the first place, Elysia rolled onto her back, snug between a tuft here and there of brittle grass, and called out to the other.

"Oi fuzzy, shouldn't you be lounging in the shade? It's peaking a hundred degrees out here, and that mane you have on probably doesn't do much good by way of cooling you down." Alright, fine- it was an attempt to get him to run back to wherever he came. She had preferred lying in the heat with only the baking sun as her company, and without the threat of some cat- hostile or not- looming on the horizon. He was still far off from her, however, so she didn't make any effort whatsoever to stumble away. Nope- she continually reminded herself- it was too warm outside to fuss.


OOC; This is a terrible post. Forgive me, I'm normally better. My muses fadddeeddd as I typed. D:

[Desoto]

A lithe figure slinked itself throughout the tall grass, finally crouching down, it peered with its yellow optics upon a newborn calf. Shuffling the loose dirt between her paws as she anxiously waited for just the right moment. Eyes locked upon the target, she lurched forward, and muscles rolling as she pounded her way across the small opening. As expected, the small herd had quickly started to flee, but to her advantage it was indeed a newborn and was stumbling along the ground. Apparently, the mother knew what was to come and vanished from sight along with the rest of the deer-like creatures.

Hovering over the small creature, she forcefully pushed it onto its hooves, and raised a paw to smack it across the rear. Watching it flee awkwardly away, Desoto looked down to examine her claws before trotting slowly after the creature. After a couple rounds of catching up to the calf and sending a new set of scratches across his hindquarters, she soon grew bored and tackled the creature, laying a heavy paw across its neck to hold it down. This was her new play toy after all, she could do whatever she wanted to do to it.

Raking her rough tongue along the calf's face, she tightened her grip along its neck as it started to squirm. "Hush, child." She would murmur before parting her jaws and puncturing the neck with her canines. Slowly leaning back to examine the now dead young, she rested her forehead upon his, cooing to the dead body. Slowly standing to her paws, she licked the crimson fluid that now stained her muzzle. Desoto pivoted and bounded in no particular direction.

Quite a while had passed before Desoto had decided to take a break. Dropping onto her stomach, her tongue lolled from her parted lips, panting slightly. After a moment's time, a male came into view. A lion at that. Desoto purred to herself, flicking the end of her tail as she squinted her eyes to get a better look at the massive beast that strolled across the Savannah's plain. Oh, another, more slim figure stirred in the midst. The lioness crossed her fore paws, resting her head along them as the other feline exchanged some words. She quirked her brows at this. Why...why was she speaking to a lion-The ruler of all? In her mind at least.

[A.lice]

The sun will set on my time,
And rise on yours.

Mufasa had been looking outward when he saw the dust of the cheetah. He narrowed his eyes slightly as cheetah's normally weren't on his good side. At least, in his past they had not been. However, he wasn't going to assume that she was like that. Mufasa breathed in deeply, getting a mixture of dust and the musky female scent of the other gender. So she was, indeed, a female. He watched silently as the dust slowly settled to the ground and then the form of the lying down cheetah was seen and he smirked. While cheetah's may have had speed, Mufasa had brute strength and power. It was a reminder that he was now weaker than the figure before him whose lyrics rang out and fell on his audits. His knotted eyebrow raised and that was the only emotion that came across his face. While Mufasa could be a sweet, loving mate he could also be a sarcastic ass when someone brought that poor side out of him. " Hmm, I fair just as well as any. This mane doesn't hold me back from being out here." Her intentions were clear to him, but he had no intention of leaving. If he wasn't made for this heat and she was implying that she was, then she could very well move on to be by herself. A smirk crossed his maw as he continued watching from the position on his haunches.

Now as Mufasa had just gotten use to the company of another female, a different smell was brought to his nares. This was familiar, though. Slowly, he turned his head to see if he could possible spot the lioness he smelled. Mufasa narrowed his amber eyes and searching the way the wind had blown, only spotting a sand dune. A shrug made the muscles in his shoulders move up and down. Yawning, as if he was bored, he slid down into a position to were his stomach was laying down onto the sand. He felt the sand mingling and tingling in the fine hairs of his tan hid. Mufasa flexed his paws and ran his black nails through the sand, making soft rake imprints in the sand. His own back legs were near the middle of his stomach and his haunches prodded from his sides as the hard rock muscle shifted down to his spine. Behind him, a long tail with a few long hairs, enough to make them seen, flickered behind him as cats were known for being mischievous. [/center][/size][/blockquote][/color]

[Elysia]

" Hmm, I fair just as well as any. This mane doesn't hold me back from being out here."

Elysia sighed, as if this piece of information was a great tragedy upon her person. She made, for a moment, as if to crawl off the opposite way, away from the stranger, but broke mid-stand to roll back into the dust again, as if the slightest movement drained all of her energy right out through her paws. With a guttural chirp, she twisted her body in the lions general direction, ending up on her back with her legs in the air, head tilted an unusual sideways angle, and eyes glancing with little interest at the male big cat. "Well why not? It's the length of my fur three times over, at least. Does it not feel like you're wearing a whole other cat on your neck?" She kicked a foot aimlessly as she spoke, playing with the distance in her mind. /Ha... it looks like I'm kicking him out of this picture,/ she thought, a twitch of the foot cutting him out of her range of sight every few moments or so. /Haaaa...../

As if waiting for a response bored her, Lee's eyes strayed from the lion off to the direction he had just gazed in, moments before. Laying at the angle she was, she could spot what the male lion had scented and turned away from when a view failed to come to his eyes- a lioness, lying rather close by. /Oh goody, perhaps these two will saunter off into the jungle, or some such trollop, and leave me to my peaceful noon sauna./ The thought came quickly and with amusement, but a tense note had crept into the silent voice. Lions- two of them. She wasn't one for math, but even she could see how she herself differed in size compared to either one of them. If anything less than friendly were to go down- well,,,, As if a sudden realization came to her, the cheetah stretched for a moment and let out an impressive yawn before returning to her twisted, kooky-looking position. If anything were to go down, she'd run- and keep on running- a fact her legs seemed to reassure her of as her muscles twitched in cautionary readiness. Speed and stamina were her foretay, and on such flat, open ground, she'd be like a shark in the water, a gator in the watering hole... a... a... why, a cheetah on the savannah.

Making no move to nod or even wave the lioness closer, Lee's amber eyes reached up toward the bare sky, forming pictures in the blue nothingness out of lazy, sun-spotted changes in color. If the lioness wanted to come talk to the big lion boy, she could- Elysia certainly didn't regulate or disallow conversation- or even discourage it, on the days when she was less sleepy and more alert. No, no- let her come if she wanted. Or, even hold a conversation from afar- it wasn't any of HER business, really...

ooc: derp. a quickie before I head up to shower. I hope it's acceptable, sorry for the wait, ya'll~ <3

also, I'll apply my table to this soon, I'm out of time for the moment. xD

[Desoto]

Her ears were constantly flicking from the damned flies that buzzed and flew everywhere on her body. Gluing them to her skull, she waved her paws around trying to kill the annoying pests. Of course, she deemed unsuccessful, and pushed her weight to her side, rolling in the baking red dirt. Now, somewhat covered in grovel, heavy paws took a standing position, and the lioness strode towards the pair of felines. About halfway to her destination she concluded that the other feline was indeed a female. Picking up her pace into a lumber, a deep roar sounded its way through her vocals.

The faint aroma of the female was quickly bypassing her nostrils, as she was soundly advancing towards the two. A female was a female, no matter the race. Thus, she was deemed a competition. And who wouldn't like a friendly competition? Skidding to a halt in front of the scrawny feline, she lowered her head and a deep grunt sounded. Quickly averting her attention from the female, her golden hues landed upon the male. Stepping closer, she attempted to rub her side amongst his. Going in a circle around the lion all the while a deep purr rumbled in the back of her throat. She stopped once to bury her face in the big mane of his, oh how soft it was. After a moment of her claiming ritual, she stalked towards the cheetah once more. Daring it to make a mistake. Taunting it to make a move. Wishing it would do something for her to have a reason to strike. Well, who said she needed a reason?

Edging a bit closer to the spotted feline, she grunted again, slowly revealing her canines to the creature. Desoto snorted once more, standing upright and looking down upon the creature as if she were in victory. A cackle rose from the lioness she had been holding in the whole time. Almost out of breath when she had finished laughing, she ended upon her side. And with a flick of her tail, she attempted to touch noses with the cheetah, just to show that she meant no harm. Well, it depended on how the female reacted to her. Either way, it would be a gain for Desoto. A simple fight, or the cheetah would underestimate her and think the lioness would submit. Being underestimated was a key advantage in anything. If your enemy underestimates you, you would have the upper hand...paw.


OOC: Dx Sorry I wrote it this morning.

[aniya]

The white huntress stood out on the savannah like a zebra would if it had entered the jungle, but thanks to her white pelt she was most likely not feeling the heat like the other felines were, but this did not mean she was untouchable after all she was still made of flesh blood and fur if she got on anyones bad side they could and most likely would kill her, As she made her way through the land she kind of over-heard two creatures talking as she looked over she saw that it was a cheetah with a male lion and a lioness, she figured that if anything she would be able to back up the cheetah if things got nasty, so she started padding over to the scene she couldn't hear exactly what was said but it seemed peaceful for the time being.

As she joined the small grouping she made she to make it clear that she was not on the lions nor the cheetah's side at the moment after all she wanted to avoid conflict as long as possible,she sat down a equal distance from each 'side' just to enforce her statement that she was not on either side as of yet, she looked at the lioness and it seemed that she had not spoken yet so that had to mean that it was the lion and the cheetah that were speaking to each other. but then she noticed the lioness moving toward the cheetah in a threatening manner and decided to step in to prevent any un-needed conflict.

"Back off there is no need for violence" Aniya knew that this would most likely turn what ever had angered the lioness, it would turn all the lionesses anger to her she would most likely have to fend her off but still she was not going to allow this to happen after all all they were doing was talking and out of the blue this lioness wants to start trouble? she doesn't think so. "what the hell is your problem?"

[A.lice]

The sun will set on my time,
And rise on yours.

Mufasa was not an idiot. In fact, he wasn't anything close to being stupid and it was very clear to him that the cheetah was rather bored and he suspected her to a rather immature sort. Or perhaps it was just her personality. Not everyone was built with patience and Mufasa understood that. So he just sat there staring at her as if she was stupid and it only made him chuckle inside. There was a reason he never felt for those speedy animals. Most others he could handle, but cheetah's always seem to make him annoyed. Sighing, he suddenly spoke as if the words were forced from his mouth. " It isn't too bad once your use to it." It was a short answer and one he knew she wouldn't care for. However, Mufasa wasn't going to make some stupid remark. It just wasn't worth that to him. Instead, he just continued laying were he had before. His orbs wondered from one thing to the next and then his mind began to wonder to the lioness whose smell was still strong in his nares. In fact, it was one of the only things he could actually scent besides the cheetah and the sand around him. The vegetation didn't really have much of a smell expect that it was somewhat earthy.

Slowly, his brows furrowed as he looked at the female coming toward him, wondering what she was up to see and seeing the cunning look in her own orbs. A smirk broke out onto his face in seeing one of his own kind. It was a welcoming desire he allowed to seep into his muscles and wake that dominate beast within himself. As the feline began to rub herself, Mufasa returned the ritual and his own deep, manly purr was hard. Her musky smell filled his nose and he breathed in deeply as this smell had been one he had lacked for almost weeks now. As the female buried her head within his mane, Mufasa rubbed the longer hairs on her. In doing this, he was getting his dominate smell all over the dragga and proving to males around him that he was dominate. Then Mufasa watched as the lioness strutted forward, seeming to challenge the cheetah that laid before him on the desert ground. Though he didn't want a fight to happen, he wouldn't stop females from marking who was Alpha. Males often did that too and females as well. Mufasa would never let one of them get killed, but fighting? He didn't care. Just as he thought it was about to get ugly, the lioness seemed to try to touch noses with the cheetah and Mufasa smirked. A joker's personality, he decided as he profiled her. However, just as he was deeper in though unknown smell and voice seemed to jerk him away and he was on his paws in moments.

Mufasa listened to the tigers words for a moment and then sighed deeply. " They were not fighting, dragga." He could tell by the way she acted that the tigeress would be a handful, perhaps even an annoyance if he allowed himself to think her of that. " And even if they were, dominance is something that needs to be put in place. It happens everywhere around us, this would be nothing new. Perhaps you did not grow within a pride." While his voice was somber, his eyes were weighted down with harshness. Mufasa tended to look down on those that seemed against nature's way of life while he, himself, had learned to adopt it long ago. Suddenly, a snarl broke the air as Mufasa took a step forward toward the female tiger. Who did this dragga thing she was? A suddenly coldness entered his voice as he spoke again. " What the hell is yours? Hmm, you were not invited into this conversation so why enter upon this." Another low snarl rumbled in his chest as his vocal cords rumbled and his canines flashed before stood ridge and ready for what the feline would have to say though he doubted he would care.

[aniya]

"they were not fighting, dragga, And even if they were, dominance is something that needs to be put in place. it happens everywhere around us, this would be nothing new. perhaps you did not grow within a pride,"

The tigress scoffed at his words, before speaking herself. "First of all i don't know what a dragga is and secondly you are correct i was not rised in a pride, after all out of all my siblings i'm the only one with a white pelt so my mother abandoned me anything else you want to know!", after that out-burst she was feeling pretty good about herself, after all she had not admitted being abandoned since she was a cub if they attacked her then so be it the male would be the hardest to take down but she already knew just by looking at the lioness that she had more muscle then her, and the cheetah looked less then interested in this little conflict so she doubted she would be any trouble. As if to answer her question the male spoke up again.

" What the hell is yours? Hmm, you were not invited into this conversation so why enter upon this."

"right now.. your my problem and last time i checked this is a free planet so i can wander where ever i please, do not question me again" the tigress smirked as she glanced back over at the male, she wanted to see just exactly how far he would go, would he actually attack a female? well she was going to find out in a few moments as she padded toward him as she went by his left side she lightly tapped him on the nose with her tail and after a soft giggle she spoke up again, "Besides what happened to all that hakuna matata stuff i've been hearing about, it means no worries right?", she slowly made her way around the massive lion gently rubbing on him as she kept one eye on the lioness to ensure that she would not be attacked from behind.

"ooh fluffy" she gently tugged on his mane and smiled innocently at him, after all who could blame her it was her first time being around a full-grown lion, she knew that the lioness would not like her rubbing on 'her' male but eh she would have to deal with it, Aniya stepped back to a safe distance while waiting for the lions answer to her question.

[Desoto]

All was seemingly well until a massive, white beast strolled unto the scene. Desoto gave a soft, warning growl, rolling onto her feet, and falling ungracefully onto her haunches. She rolled about pleasantly on the ground, feeling at ease until strict retorts were heard from the lion and tiger. Dismissing the tiger's complaints with a flick of her ears. Opening her eye, her tail flicked about her hinds as she wriggled on her back, looking up at the two with a curious expression, not really minding as she rolled along the ground some more, scenting it. Claiming the small section of ground hers, as she had done but a moment ago to the male.

Rolling her eyes for a moment, as a growl sustained in her vocals as Desoto rose lazily to her paws yet again. What was she talking about? Glaring at the over grown female she now deemed crazy. Hakuna ma-what? She must be losing it in the head. And at the tiger's next action made Desoto felt as if she was losing it herself. Watching as if the scene played out in slow motion, the tiger-almost in equal size with the male himself was trying to court him. Ha! He was her's. Apparently, Desoto would have to tell her so. A yowl laced with jealousy and new found hatred upon the feline seeped like molasses from her tongue as she bounded a couple of feet forward, forgetting the cheetah was about. The lioness's teeth bared, showing yellowed fangs as she stood between her male and the tiger. Lowering her head, with her ears plastered to her skull, she crouched low, stalking her way around the tigress. Eyeing her, trying to find a weak spot like she would a prey. No, she wasn't hunting. She was fighting. A big difference when you compared the two.

After a couple of circles around the female. She stopped in front of her face. Placing her emotionless, golden orbs onto those of the tiger. Desoto pulled her lips back over her enamels once again, with a deep, threatening roar breathed from her muzzle, giving a final warning. Slitting her eyes to glare at the female after a moment's time, she turned her back dismissively, striding back to the male, and laying herself neatly beside him after she would run her flank along his mane that the tiger seemed fascinated with-as was she, and arch her back while another satisfied purr echoed through her esophagus.

With a smug look on her face, she angled her head up high, peering at the tiger. "What might a tiger," Desoto spoke the word as if it were foul on her tongue, ",be doing around these plains, eh? The end of her tail that held a tuft of hair danced across the barely grass-dusted ground. Desoto snorted, still looking at the tiger. She still wanted to take revenge. Adrenaline still seeping through her blood as just before the tiger had wanted to claim what was rightfully her's. Oh, and she would get what was coming to her, no matter it be delayed or not.

With a single motion, Desoto flung from her lying position, aiming for the white creature in front of her. A soft warning growl was muffled- as she didn't want to warn her, it wouldn't matter if she did anyway. Leaning her weight on her hinds, she swatted her front paws towards the female. A yowl escaped, as every now and again, she would fall onto all fours, only to repeat the previous action and stand on her hinds and slap at the white beast who dare try to claim her male! After a series of smacks that may or may not have hitten the tiger, she stretched out her neck and a booming roar rung out. "Note this, and note this well." She glanced at the cheetah before gaining another breath. "Know your place amongst me. Do not think of me as a mere fool. Do not question me. Do not take what is mine." Desoto took another step forward towards the tiger, another growl seeping through her teeth. No, she was not claiming rights over them, she was just establishing what and what not they could do along her. And if there were to ever be anything more than acquaintances, they would have to earn her respect. Thus, showing such towards her.

[Eben]

e b e n
I've been counting up all the ways that you've messed up.
You weren't smart enough to keep your stupid mouth shut!

Eben didn't know why he was in the Savannahs. He had left his home in the jungle days after days before and just walked, his paw pads hitting the constantly changing soil, feeling grass, then dry dirt, then now - sand. It burned his sensitive paws, for he was so used to the cold, wet floor of the rainforest. His orange-and-black striped tail swayed behind his lumbering haunches with his pace, his nose low to the ground.

In front of him was a haze, behind him was nothing but brush and trees and more dust. To his left, to his right, barren wasteland. He missed the comfort of the jungle. He had only left to hunt, and had gone a bit too far. He could find his way back from here, but something told him to go forward, and not dare to look back. Loneliness had set in a long while ago, but he dealt with the empty feeling in his chest and carried on, holding his head high, metaphorically.

But then he heard them. Voices, growls, roars and occasional yelps. A small bat at a face, and a lion crouched to the ground. The Bengal Tiger tilted his large head slightly, his eyes narrowing. Was the heat getting to him? No, it was real. And the white tigress was being picked on, potentially attacked. Eben turned his head away for a moment to regain his voice before beginning to jog over. "Aye, you! Leave'er alone, ya hear?" He said, his vocabulary and grammar not the best in the world. "Or I'll... or I'll treat ya the way yer treating her, ten fold!" He said with a quick swipe of his paw, showing his claws. Growling and glowering at the lions, cheetah and tigress, his tail swung close to the ground. It was such an odd group of big cats, so many different species coincidentally in the same place at the same time. But at the moment the Bengal didn't care, he just wanted the fight to stop before it started.

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[Mufasa]

The sun will set on my time,
And rise on yours.

A smug look appeared on his maw as he looked at the tigerss. " A dragga is a female and I do not care for your history. " If this female expected for him to be sorry, she was dearly wrong. Mufasa didn't stand for this kind of stuff and a loud growl was heard. A tiger might have been bigger, but a lion didn't get King of the Wild for nothing and he planned to do whatever he had to do. If this tigeress hadn't stalked like the almighty coming in, he wouldn't of had a problem, but she had sent him into a foul mood. So now he was deeply pissed. As the female continued to ramble, Mufasa rolled his eyes. " I came make you have no more problems, Fae. I can take your life like I can walk the earth." He was suddenly strutting forward, muscles rolling under his pelt as he walked forward toward her. Amber orbs were narrowed in on her with a deathly glare. Suddenly, a snarl unlike any other that had breached his mouth rumbled through him. His pace stopped abruptly." I question whoever I will!" He snapped before roaring once more. Then he felt that stupid tiger rub against him and as she did, Mufasa was like a snake. His claws were unsheathed and he attempted to strike the female before bounding close to her once more. " Do not touch me, you filthy mongrel." He snarled before turning and walking back to 'his' female. Mufasa was ready for the dragga to attack him from behind, but didn't ponder over it. He walked next to his lioness and faced the tiger and cheetah.

Now, he watched as Desoto snarled out at the feminine. Her icy words make his face turn a bit smug before he chuckled deeply. " It seems, kid, that you've messed with the wrong sort." A tiger may have been able to handle a lion if the tiger was trained and the lion wasn't an alpha. However, to lions? It wasn't likely the tiger would be living for long. Though threw movements, Mufasa wasn't going to kill her but she was getting on his nerves. Perhaps he should return to his land and get away from them. If she walked onto his land then....Well, of course he would kill her then. That was his land, his Kingdom and she had no right to be in it. Sighing deeply, Mufasa's head suddenly snapped up as he saw another tiger coming. Rising to his feet almost instantly and reaching his full height. A snarl rumbled through him and he bounded quickly in front of the lioness, Desoto. His orbs held no fear as he glared at the male tiger before him. His pearly white canines were seen as he kept his mouth bared open in a warning snarl. " Oh, I'm deathly afraid." His voice was icy and held no fear. He took a single step forward. " It seems you have no right being here either, invading on such. Perhaps if you would have been here before you would have seen the act she put on." Mufasa's voice was still a growl as he kept himself pinned in front of the lioness, willingly to protect her at all time. [/blockquote][/center][/color][/size]

[aniya]

The white tigress just absorbed the insults and deflected them, she knew all to well that the male tiger was approaching and she smiled as he defended her not that it was really needed but she was relieved that now if something did break out that it would be evenly matched. now that she had back up she turned her head to look at the aggressive lion and a sly grin formed on her maw, she then turned and padded over rubbing on the bangal tiger, she was cocky on the outside but on the inside she was overly excited that he had arrived when he did or things could of ended alot worse then they had. but she was not about to let one of those know-it all lions know that little fact, she looked at the male lion as her tones rang out into the air once more in response to his little threat, "Why should i worry? why should i even care?"

She flicked her tail at the lioness in a taunting fasion, she knew that the lioness would most likely not attempt anything with such a large tiger present, so she felt like she could just pay them back for every last insult they had given her, and just to keep the male on her side she lowered her self and went under the massive male tiger making sure to rub herself on his underbelly and as she exited the other side her tail slid across his junk as if taunting him as well, basically saying if you help me out i'll be yours. she then nuzzled under his chin and started purring near his left ear. and ran her her tongue up his left cheek then turned her attention back to the lions, clearly not even worried about them anymore.

She was more concerned with paying attention to this tiger, after all he was her hero and she did not even know his name, yet for some reason she was finding herself more and more attracted to him, her purring grew louder as she sat down beside him and gently nuzzled up his side and under his chin as she swayed her tail back and forth, she decided to speak again but this time her tone had completely changed, "So big boy whats your name?"

[nala]

The lioness stood up from her hiding place that she was watching from, shaking out her pelt she had clearly seen enough of this non-sense she especially did not like that male touching her little sister, she started padding over a very serious look on her face, a look that her sister was sure to have seen many times before. the sun baked ground giving away under the weight of the lioness, a soft cracking being the result from it, small insects flying or hoping for their lives as the mighty huntress closed in on the grouping of strange felines, she already knew her sister was one of them but the others were lost to her and honestly she couldn't care less if she tried.

As she reached her sister's side she gently leaned down and licked her neck purring in her ear as she spoke softly only so desoto could hear, "Come with me..", she then turned and nipped her sister on the right hip before casting a glare over to the male lion, she was completely ignoring the tigers in the area, after all she had no reason to be bothered by them in the first place, she was only there to get her sister out of the situation that in her mind the male lion had caused.

she simply looked back at her sister before continuing to pad away from the scene, she knew that desoto would follow her because it had been this way for the whole time in her pride, when ever someone requested you to go somewhere you went without question, no lion or lioness would dare go against this rule, she padded just out of sight and waited for her sister to arrive.

~Nala exits, desoto can follow if she wants~

[Desoto]

Desoto smiled sadistically as the male lion snapped, and ordered the tigress away from him, firing insults in the process. She angled her head down, parting her jowls as the male strode toward her. She casually sauntered forward, shoulder blades rolling, as she almost crashed into the male. Purring whilst she rubbed her forehead in his mane. Stretching her limbs, as she reached up to tug playfully at his ear, flicking her own as she heard the heavy thudding of paws in the distance.

And yet another one breached her vision, where were these creatures coming from? These felines seemed to be sprouting up from the ground starting hell's havoc. Another tiger strolled in, and yet made accusations on what was happening at that moment. Desoto sighed exaggeratedly, lowering her head as she leaned her side into Mufasa. She closed one eye, peering at the other felines through her open one, whilst flicking an ear about to catch the empty threats the orange, black-striped cat was throwing at them. "Pathetic!" She couldn't help but sneer to the tiger, before Mufasa had positioned himself in front of herself, protectively. She couldn't help but step to the side, and lower her head so she was somewhat wrapped around his neck.

A cynical smile warped Desoto's features as Mufasa quickly retorted the tiger with a demeaning touch. She was suddenly content she had chosen the male, she was growing more fond of him as he stood his ground; as a male rightfully should. A short purr slipped from her muzzle, and her tail slowly swayed at her heels. It seemed she was growing excited from two males going back and forth. And the fact that she 'owned' one, made the lioness elated.

The fact that the alabaster feline had grown a backbone when the other tiger appeared intrigued her. To Desoto, it meant she was incapable of handling things alone. That she needed a source to feed from, to gain her pride and self confidence. She only collected these things for the time being, for she knew she was going to encounter the tiger in the future. Near future, perhaps. And it wouldn't be pretty.

When the female flicked her tail at Desoto, as if dismissing her, the lioness became livid. Lips curdling over yellowed fangs, as a snarl rippled through her lungs. Stepping around the male lion, blood boiling over, trying to make her way towards the female cowering behind a male. So, the tiger thought she would be bad ass when her 'savior' came around, eh? Possibly. But would Desoto take such an insult? No, never. Heavy paws stomped on the dusty terrain, upon reaching the tiger, she watched (unintended) as the white tigress touched the male in his loins. Her muzzle scrunched up in repulsion. What female would do such a thing with others around? Desoto suddenly confirmed that this wench was corrupt in the head! Placing one paw forward, she bared her fangs once more, stretching out her neck as a blood curdling roar rippled into the air.

There was no need to advance upon the tigers. She would let the them boast in whatever victory they deemed worthy upon themselves. After all, she had better things to attend to. And with that, Desoto swerved, stalking back to Mufasa to go back to the pride lands. Then something-a figure formed in her peripheral vision. Desoto slowly turned her head as she continued walking towards the maned lion. A tongue slid its way roughly along the curve of her neck. She had no time to react fiercely, but a soft echo vibrated in her eardrums. "Come with me.." That voice, it was all too familiar. After the soft nick of teeth on her hip, she stopped walking. And that's when she caught a glimpse of them; those dark, unmistakable green eyes. It confirmed the thoughts that raced in her mind.

And without a second thought, Desoto veered and followed the dark-eyed lioness. Once, she looked back towards Mufasa, with a longing and lust for that she tried to project towards him. So he wouldn't doubt her return, and surely wouldn't follow. She met Nala's gaze as she glanced back at her, quickening her pace so she was flanking her. While trying to fall into step with the older lioness's gate, she leaned over and nudged herself into the body of her sister. Quite grateful that she seemed to spring up from nowhere, and the fact that she was still alive.

Desoto let out a purr, as she edged closer towards her sister. She hadn't seen her in years, and for the time and place Nala appeared seemed to be quite odd. But, it didn't really matter when or how she became reunited with her kin. A delighted expression glazed over the lioness's features, there were no words to describe the joy and appeased happiness that danced inside of her. The golden lion let out a short yowl, before bounding off along the side of her sister.

-Exit Desoto-