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[nala]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/izq0xv.png] That. Little. Dirt-bug. Nala scowled as the sun kept beating down on her with little mercy. She was mere yards away from an infant warthog, apparently lost from it's mother for some unknown reason. Personally she didn't care, she was hungry, and this was a meal she could get and eat quick, not having to wait for the males in the pride to eat all the good parts. The black lining along the inside of her lips were slowly visible as that thick, muscled pink tongue traced over her left set of whiskers, the skin of her snout rising and then falling back over those thick, massive fangs. Forepaws were perfectly placed together right under her chest pallet as she stood there, frozen almost, or in this case paralyzed. There would be a moment when a fly would slowly whisk about her ears and she'd flick them but that was all. The little warthog slowly picked itself up form the little perch upon the golden grasses, snorting quietly, it's wiry tail slapping against it's bony hips. Very slowly, acting like the latch of a grenade, Nala bolted forward, a heavy leap upon her wake, forepaws extended outwards. She landed with a thud, followed by a squeal and a dashing race now. A mass of golden, sun kissed muscle following the little dirty brown hog. She would dip her shoulders in roughly, taking the advice of the older lionesses to try and trip the little fleeing pig. It took her three attempts before the warthog squealed angrily, getting slightly flipping into the air. Grinning, Nala didn't waste time to push her neck forward, as the prey fell to the ground she put all 691 psi of strength on the spine of the little thing. It was all over soon, but not before she raised her head up, the piglet in her mouth securely grasped as it squealed and snorted a few more times, kicking it's little legs out to no avail. She could feel the motions against her cheek muscles before it slowed and finally stopped. Grinning proudly, she dropped the carcass down at her paws and batted at it with short huffs. The dead frame was toyed with for a few moments before she leaned down and began to feast on her 3 pound meal. Lips curled, whiskers arched as her tail slowly flicked from side to side as she tore it up. It's flesh was rough already, even if it only had a few months of life, nature had gifted it with tough hide. But this had not been enough for the youngest lioness of the pride. Ears flicked upwards as she heard some sort of scrapping that held a pitch top high for her liking. Growling some she shook her head and leaned her shoulders up. The sound came to her west, about a mile or two further out then where she stood. "What.. the?" The lioness mumbled sourly before looking back to her meal between her forepaws. Flies were beginning to accumulate along the flesh and torn bones by now. Ignoring the sound she went back to feasting, the flesh and bones slowly cracking under the power in the young female's jaws. Her ears were pushed forward upon her broad skull, ever alert now, knowing she had picked a place not within the closest proximity to the pride she belonged. But alas that was her nature, rebellious and too adventurous for her own well being.

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[atrb=background,http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af101/Siberia_North/jajamid.png] He'd been stalking the borders of Mabruke all day. And during the night as well, due to a random bout of unexplained insomnia. Perhaps it was stress? Jabari, after all, was aware that there was a second pride wandering around, and their numbers were starting to swell. He was glad for them, of course, as any pride would be lucky to acquire members, but he just hoped they wouldn't pose as a threat to his own pride. After all, Jay had only been leader of Mabruke for a couple of months, and as an inexperienced leader, he hoped that the leaders of the second pride were as new to this whole business like he was. He hadn't noticed them around until recently, and the tawny brute aimed to meet up with the leader - or perhaps leaders, as he smelt lionesses amongst the male lion he was worried about, so this other male could be ruling alongside a mate - and get to know them, perhaps sort out some kind of alliance? After all, it would benefit both prides, less chance of fighting and more backup if a third pride was to come along and start a war against either - or, if they were foolish, both Mabruke and Bakhu at the same time - of them. Jabari stalked amongst the long grass, the tips of the plants tickling his shoulders and chin. A small smile tugged at his lips and he fought the urge to giggle to himself. He'd look rather silly if he just started chuckling at supposedly nothing. As he continued down the path he was making for himself, trudging through the golden elephant grass, the King let his thoughts stray elsewhere, to the pretty lioness with the ultramarine stare and the personality that baffled him, quite frankly. "Symphony... you really are odd. But... I like that." The words were spoken under his breath, but loud enough for anyone close enough to hear rather clearly. There was a rather perplexed expression on his face, which could easily pass for a troubled one. He paused, rigid, and his gaze quickly swivelled, scanning his surroundings. The male lions skull craned upwards so his gaze peeked out over the top of the dry foliage. There was a lioness within earshot, so she would have heard what he had said, but was it Symphony? Cringing, he took a few steps forward. The scent in the air most definitely did not belong to Symphony, and he didn't recognise this aroma at all. Perhaps she belonged to this other pride in the area? Well, may as well make a good impression. "Good afternoon!" He emerged from the dense build up of grass and advanced non-threateningly towards the lioness, who he now noted had a kill, the metallic scent of blood and exposed insides tinged the air. He sat down about ten feet away from her, giving her the space she'd want when eating her prey, and he smiled over at her, to show he wasn't a threat to her meal.

[nala]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/izq0xv.png] Now there had been the main bone, the spinal chord that was jutting out, gashing against her upper gums as she tried to reach for the last pieces of flesh on the little prey. Growling some she leaned her head back, chuffing as her lips puffed up with hair before she put her fang against the exterior hide that kept it in place and tugged back. It may of been strong to an adult, but under the force of her jaws it simply was shredded off the bone line soo simple I'd have to give you an example. Like when you take a cotton ball and tug on it to break it, it was that easy, there we go. Nala smiled and nibbled on the last bits of flesh that pooled out after it's exterior coat was fully shoved off. Her long, thick tail slowly flicking back and forth against the grasses, holding enough eight to bend and sway the thin savannah plant life. Finishing up most of the meat, Nala then took to adjusting the lighter frame between her paws, angling the spinal chord up as she leaned her head down to it. Slowly scrapping her teeth along the marrow of the bone, leaving tiny particles of white on the ground and on the black inner lining of her lips. Upon shredding it down some, the very last pieces of inner flesh fell on her tongue like some sort of bacon before she took her jaws from it. There was a please smirk on her face as she grunted and then made to get up. Using her back paws, she lifted her hips up some, her tail arched proudly before using her forelegs to claw out into the ground, flexing out her shoulders and elbows. With claws propped out, she scrapped down the ground, reaching out and then bringing it back towards her until she finally stood up. This motion left deep entrails in the dirt-like ground below her. She would then move onto her back legs but the meere sight of the fully eaten carcass made her squeal in delight. Bending her head down she took it in her jaws again and was about to walk onwards before she heard someone speak. "Symphony... you really are odd. But... I like that." The voice belonged to a male, no doubt about that. It was hard for her to stop her urge, letting the bones fall to the ground as she kept looking around. "I'm sure you do.." The lioness said with a slow tone before shaking her head some. It didn't take long for the being to appear, his smell wrecked with pride life. It was a male, another one she had never encountered before, and she slowly sized him up curiously and stood silently still. "'Noon to you aswell.. stalking perhaps?" Nala said with a sneered smile before relaxing. No reason to worry in the presence of a male, even if he was in another pride.