Post by Wonder on May 19, 2003 16:57:19 GMT -5
[Alrite. B/C transferring the lions to the WF lands as well will become overly confusing (at least for me and my 30 other characters 
), I figured we’d just have the prides have their own war. Now, Ubel, the evil pride queen and mate to my Kyros, was kinda rp’ed by Storm who I believe by now has totally ditched us, so she’s up for grabs if anyone wants to join in. If not, I guess I’ll take her and just… kill her later on or something. So yes. Ready? Set? Go!]
[glow=tan,2,300]-The early morning African sun beams rose over the plain. The wind whispered sweet words of encouragement to the land. The grass-covered land was a golden sea; waves rippling its surface as the gods above blew their blessings towards the ancient earth. Once creature, stood among the background. The rightful leader of the land. The king of the animal world. The one who truly belonged here. The lion.
Simba’s deep golden brown eyes were lined with dark chocolate brown ‘round the perimeter; giving them the same appearance as the distant sun rising against the fading night sky. It was early, but all the signs that the land watch, Morathi, had told Simba were in place. Somewhere in another universe; it had begun. And now, the time for the ulimate battle was among his pride as well.
The lion’s powerful body roamed the dry land silently; his heavy paws leaving a trail on the parched ground. A sign that the ‘king’ had walked through here was left until the desert wind carried dust to balance the ground once more. His dense coat shimmer a sandy shade of tan in the dim light; his darker mane ruffling in the breeze and his tail slithering after him. Coming up to a large boulder showered in shade cast from a seemingly prehistoric tree, the lion halted. Within seconds, an elderly cheetah came down from the low branches of the odd tree, nodding his head in respect to the pride leader. Simba did the same, leaping upon the boulder before opening his large mouth to expose his fangs. A loud roar erupted as the lion called forth his pride, whom had been waiting a few miles back for the signal to move ...-
~A lean young lioness, barely over the age of half an year, roamed through the thick grasses practically unseen. If she’d been on a hunt, she would have made more of an effort to conceal her dark tan tail; the only means of noting her at the moment. Azura cast her naturally sky blue eyes upon her mother and siblings as the roar from the pride king, being her father Simba, broke the silence. The femme suppressed an excited grin as she sped up her pace; her soft lite sandy coat moving in perfect rhythm through the grass. They’d gotten the ‘go’ they had been waiting for. Now it was time for action...~[/glow]
), I figured we’d just have the prides have their own war. Now, Ubel, the evil pride queen and mate to my Kyros, was kinda rp’ed by Storm who I believe by now has totally ditched us, so she’s up for grabs if anyone wants to join in. If not, I guess I’ll take her and just… kill her later on or something. So yes. Ready? Set? Go!][glow=tan,2,300]-The early morning African sun beams rose over the plain. The wind whispered sweet words of encouragement to the land. The grass-covered land was a golden sea; waves rippling its surface as the gods above blew their blessings towards the ancient earth. Once creature, stood among the background. The rightful leader of the land. The king of the animal world. The one who truly belonged here. The lion.
Simba’s deep golden brown eyes were lined with dark chocolate brown ‘round the perimeter; giving them the same appearance as the distant sun rising against the fading night sky. It was early, but all the signs that the land watch, Morathi, had told Simba were in place. Somewhere in another universe; it had begun. And now, the time for the ulimate battle was among his pride as well.
The lion’s powerful body roamed the dry land silently; his heavy paws leaving a trail on the parched ground. A sign that the ‘king’ had walked through here was left until the desert wind carried dust to balance the ground once more. His dense coat shimmer a sandy shade of tan in the dim light; his darker mane ruffling in the breeze and his tail slithering after him. Coming up to a large boulder showered in shade cast from a seemingly prehistoric tree, the lion halted. Within seconds, an elderly cheetah came down from the low branches of the odd tree, nodding his head in respect to the pride leader. Simba did the same, leaping upon the boulder before opening his large mouth to expose his fangs. A loud roar erupted as the lion called forth his pride, whom had been waiting a few miles back for the signal to move ...-
~A lean young lioness, barely over the age of half an year, roamed through the thick grasses practically unseen. If she’d been on a hunt, she would have made more of an effort to conceal her dark tan tail; the only means of noting her at the moment. Azura cast her naturally sky blue eyes upon her mother and siblings as the roar from the pride king, being her father Simba, broke the silence. The femme suppressed an excited grin as she sped up her pace; her soft lite sandy coat moving in perfect rhythm through the grass. They’d gotten the ‘go’ they had been waiting for. Now it was time for action...~[/glow]
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