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first of all, I'd like to thank the admin, '{ b l u e }' for actually allowing me to role play this character when she should have been a shop bought species. so yeah, thanks love<33
and that this is a recycled post that was originally in the south (;

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[atrb=background,http://www4.picturepush.com/photo/a/5331672/img/5331672.png] The emerald blades of grass swayed with the wind, moving in cadence like the gently furrowing waves of the sapphire sea. Flowers reached up upon their stalks toward to the sun, basking in the stars golden glow of warmth and light. Peace had enveloped the land, everything seemed placid and quiet, as if just for one fleeting moment the earth had frozen in place - all the troubles, the problems, the feuds; all gone away just for these few minutes. Peace never lasted though, however magical it had been. A golden blur in the distance seemed to devour the land, shredded blades of grass thrown awry in her wake. The cheetah lived for this bliss, this feeling of excitement; especially as she darted at electrifying speeds, throwing all shreds of caution and lingering inhibitions to course with the wind. Tumai was built for speed. Her flexible spine curled brilliantly like a whip, coiling and flexing over and over repetitively, the accumulating mass of force it produced toward her hind limbs releasing like a spring; adding but 30mm to her present seven meter stride. Her paws were rounder and harder then that of her brethren, and the extra traction of her semi-retractable claws ultimately provided her with more grip. Her figure was streamlined and narrow with specialized muscles, allowing higher acceleration and a greater swing of limbs. Her long and muscular tail acted as a stabilizer for balance, counteracting her mere body weight and providing rudder-like steering; granting her to change direction on a whim. Her small head offered little resistance at high speed. Her flat face and reduced muzzle length allowed her large, pale golden eyes, to be positioned primely for maximum binocular vision. Enlarged nostrils and extensive air-filled sinuses allowed for more oxygen, whereas her powerful heart, over sized liver and large, strong arteries helped process this - allowing for up to one hundred and fifty breaths per minute. However, this marvel of evolution and the animal kingdom came with it's flaws - Build for speed it may be, but for endurance not. If in a race beside an equine, an animal revered for it's speed and endurance, the equus would win almost definitely. Tumai wouldn't stand much of a chance, her endurance was a very small and short thing, on a good day she could achieve 600 yards before becoming exhausted, on a good day a hot blood and healthy equine could reach over 5000. Her speed dwindled and dwindled, fading into a lazy and languorous stroll. Tumai's sides rose and fell with her breathing, her jaw hung slightly ajar as she attempted to calm the demand for oxygen. Her keen gaze was cast around the area, taking in all the new and different sights that befell her. Her ears were alert, absorbing each and every sound that past her, from the wind upon the grass to the sweet birdsong in the distance. Soon, she narrowed in on the creek, its blue surface glimmering like a gem in the distance. She was ninety four centimeters at the shoulder of pure grace and sleekness at it's finest, her golden pelt decorated with the strange and rare markings of the illusive King Cheetah. Her figure was thin and athletic, build for speed. Tumai continued to amble on, regaining precious energy and attempting to cool her system down, at least a little. Soon her paws met with the surface of water, it surged around her as she submerged deeper into it. It swarmed around her, enveloping her in it's lukewarm caress. She let free a content purr, the combination of the cool water seeping into her burning body was brilliant. Unlike some cats, she actually enjoyed the water; especially after run. Tumai had planned to move elsewhere in the near future to somewhere that wasn't the south. Naive she was not, she was blatantly aware of the reception she would receive. They would deem her a traitor at the least, and have her thrown back quicker than she could reach *0 to 50mph. Tumai still had to try though, future wasn't set in stone. character; tumai words; 682 muse; bleh, this is just a mismatched dribble of whatever came to my head *note; a Cheetah can reach 0 to 50mp in just under 3 seconds, a true feat if you ask me. foxy x x

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/anbk41.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" Soft paws delicately touched the ground, as Paura traced the edge of the creek bank. As the waters moved across sand, dirt, and rocks no bigger than her smallest claw, the sound was like that of a feline's purr. Despite the fact that she was walking, Paura closed her eyes, to let her ears drink in the lovely tone. Purring was not a sound she heard often, despite her very own ability to recreate it, flawlessly. You needed a reason to purr, or atleast Paura did, and she had not had a reason to do so in a very long time. Her golden eyes slowly opened once again, and lazily followed the dark contours of the earth, where her paws stepped. She often watched the ground as she walked, periodically glancing ahead and around, to know the state of her surroundings, 'twas mostly a habit of instinct. The soft flow of the water trickled along it's way to her right, stretching out to reach the horizon ahead. The stars danced overhead, appearing more alive than Paura had remembered stars could. To her right stood the tall, rough brown bodies of the trees. Looking wise in their aged old splendor. The shimmering white glow of the creek, under the moonlight, was purely enchanting. Paura's eyes looked back, over her left shoulder, just to follow travel back up the length of the creek that remained in her line of site, following it's gleam back to the horizon. The horizon, something about it never failed to make one's mind wander down a path of deep thought. It resembled the future, and thoughts of the future would stir memories one's past, and the rekindling of regret would make one consider their actions in the present. It was a vicious cycle, but not one that Paura was unaccustomed to. This was, more or less, just what she came here for. To think, think freely, without worry that her face would give her thoughts away. Without having to concern herself with filling the delicious silence, or give an explanation for the ever changing expression on her face. She could smile, and then silently weep afterward if she so felt. Paura was not an emotional cat, but none can completely remove the feelings they're dealt. The difference lies in how, when, and where one chooses to let those emotions have their turn with one's thoughts. Paura's mind followed along with the horizon's cycle. First came the future, the unknown, the blank canvas. Only, Paura could not perceive her canvas as blank. Streaks of black marred it's surface, streaks that could not be washed away, and that manifested in Paura's very own soul, so avoiding them was impossible. Whether these streaks came from her past or present, she was not sure. It seemed as though the two intermingled so seamlessly that she could not tell them apart. The influence her past had on her present, made her feel like the past had no end, that the present was simply her current piece of the past. An airy giggle escaped her lips, as she realized she may have just discovered yet another theory for time travel. Still, whatever the relationship between today and yesterday, tomorrow was still hidden in shadow. She began to feel that she had met her quota for introspection for one evening, and let her mind go completely blank. This was her favorite part of these random jaunts into the evening freelands. Her mind went blank, and all her mind's eye could see was white, pure white. Deep colors sought to creep in from the edges, but she kept them away, focusing on the clean assurance of the brightness of her mind. Her eyes saw everything, but nothing. She left just enough of her senses attuned to the outside world, so that she might notice something amiss. A small scratch on a tree, probably a squirrel, a small click in the creek, fish bumped a rock, a rustle of leaves, ah the wi-. Paura's eyes snapped open, as the clear, crisp, unmistakeable sound of a twig being snapped at the center raked across her senses. Normally she would have ignored it, but it was within fragments of a second, and the originated from the same vicinity, as the faint rustle of the leaves laying still on the earth. Paura's pace slowed to a stop, and her senses came alive with intent. Her ears flicked and fluttered all about the top of her head, where they sat, her eyes sought to examine every last detail of the evening around her. One..two..three. There. To her right, into the forest, not far, but far enough, unique sounds arose to greet her. Sounds of life, the wrong kind of life. Granted, many a creature were local to these lands, but few of the friendly type wandered the forests in the evening. A wry smile briefly rearranged her features, as she thought of the possibility that whatever was out there, was harboring these same thoughts about herself, and Paura was not one to be considered a dangerous night prowler. Thoughts of herself and the word "dangerous" instantly jarred her train of thought, to jolt about the idea of her inner monster, reaching it's claws out to prey on the innocent hearts and feelings of others. The concept, the idea, the cold hard probability of it, sent a wave of fear and pain over Paura, so strong that her lungs greedily yanked at the air, and her frame was rattled with shudders, from the nape of her neck to the tip of her long, thickly furred tail. With almost a physical force, eyes closed in concentration, she pushed her fears aside, put them back in their box, and locked them away once again. It felt as if she had a rabid animal confined to a piece of her mind, one that could escape at any minute, prompted by the most obscure things. She refocused her mind, forcing it to concentrate on the question that hid in the forest. The answer, whoever, whatever it was, would either make itself known, or Paura would have to find it out. Oddly enough, she suddenly felt thankful for her abnormal size, despite her being female. She would have smiled at the ironic notion, if she wasn't so concerned that the stranger ahead had completely eluded her in her moment of mental absence. The moon was high in the sky now, and the complete lack of clouds let it's light shine to her full advantage, but still there was nothing to be seen. So, she let her ears do the work. She thought she heard a breath, but then thought it might be wind. She thought she heard a step, but thought it could be something equally as faint, like a fuzzy little caterpillar moving across a leaf. The sound of her blood rushing through her ears began to block out anything coming from the outside world. It was barely more than a single minute before she had to shake her head, and open her eyes once more, to reassess her tactic. Many would have simply left, or darted away, into the cover of night, but she didn't see that as a viable option. She was alert right now, and her back was to the wide creek, so she wasn't as vulnerable as if she started back to the north, delving into the forest that stood between herself and her homeland. No. She did not want to be followed, and she could not rule out the possibility of the stranger being no more than a cold minded, hungry hunter, seeing a lone feline as the perfect prey. A small sliver of hope, that death was not seeking her scent, fought to keep itself prominent in her mind. I could call out. It couldn't hurt. I've been standing here for long enough, having not been found already is beyond wishful thinking. One. Two. Three, she counted in her mind, easing her nerves. Her tone was even, but slightly friendly, a practiced tone that she had trained into herself, to the point that it was a habit. "Hello? Is anybody there? If you're not going to try to kill me, please let me know." She aimed her cry for reason out to the forest, hoping it would reach friendly ears. Hope. Funny thing that, despite her best efforts, she was always clinging to hope. One day, one fateful day, she hoped, to know something, anything for certain, for once.

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[atrb=background,http://www4.picturepush.com/photo/a/5331672/img/5331672.png] Peace isn't found in the things around us, or in the activities we indulge. Peace already exists within each and every one of us, but it is up to ourselves and ourselves only whether we allow ourselves to feel its comfort; to welcome it's embrace and the sense it brings. True peace of mind begins when we cease to think about the hardships, the troubles and the feuds; when we look within ourselves and set free ill thoughts and open ourselves to feel peace, to indulge unregrettably in it's comfort. And thats just what Tumai had done; severed the confines that had housed her demons for so long and watched them dissipate, the space they had left filled with peace. As she floated aimlessly among the water there was no place on earth she'd rather be, even the arid desert held no temptations for her now. Soon a voice fought it's way among her peace, shattering it apart with the precision of a knife. The tone itself was relatively friendly, and for that she should have been thankful; but she wasn't. She was bordering on utter outage, cursing this interruption with all her extended vocabulary. Tumai should have anticipated this untimely interruption, should have even caught it's scent, but she hadn't, she had simply let it pass her by like a petal upon the wind, and this irked her to high heaven. The mighty huntress herself, to wrapped up in the foolish thoughts of achieving true peace, she hadn't even heard the shift of foliage. A more frightened cheetah, one more concerned about their morality, would have darted like a bat out of hell - she would have, she could have, but she didn't. Instead Tumai moved toward the shore, slicing through the glass like surface with precision. Small water drops clung to her golden and ebony fur, highlighted and glimmering beneath the moons filmy ethereal rays. Pale golden eyes sought out this little nuisance, darting about the darkened scenery before falling upon their target. She zeroed in instantly, gaze roaming over the cats large silhouette. Dark rosettes much akin to a few of her own were dappled across this others light pelt. It also bore long legs, albeit thicker than her own, but still long. Hers were for running, it's most likely for the snow it trudged through. Thats was where the similarities ended however. Yet still agile appearing, the leopard could hold no candle to her own litheness; it was long and muscular, whereas she were thin and streamlined. Those comical words it had spoken long ago only know registered in her mind, arising from within her a breathless chuckle. It filtered into the evening air and broke the tense silence - but not completely. Calming herself before anymore laughter could ensure, she replied with some long overdue words of her own. "I wont kill you, but I'm temped to, spots." Tumai approached the female Leopard stiff legged, her small rounded head hung below shoulder level upon a long neck, those keen eyes searching for something. Movement ceased, the count of meters span between them nearing the length of one of her strides during a sprint; a healthy, and remarkable, near seven meters. It reminded her of just how easily she could escape this, and it helped ease and chase away any fears that may linger. The King Cheetah stood then, seeming to be frozen in place as she glared quite impolitely at her 'company'. She meant no harm, and there was not even a flicker of a thought that hinted to attack this other mammal. Her long, almost flat tail flicked as she finally turned her peering gaze away, disinterested in the other animal. Sure, socializing was nice in the theory of things, but when it came to actually doing it, Tumai's motivation fell seriously short. character; tumai words; 633 muse; bleh, i had loads of muse to start with, but it died T.T foxy x x

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/169mbs5.jpg] He couldn't explain it, but for the past moon or so, he had been anywhere but his homeland to the North. He had been struck heavily with a bout of wanderlust, something that had never happened to him before. It was odd to say the very least, sharpened further by the fact that he was a high-ranked Warrior among his people. Still, as far as he knew all was well in his frozen domain, and this little assurance helped soothe his concerns and anxiety. It was with this thought in mind that Quentin strode nonchalantly through the gently swaying grasses, a misplaced sense of serenity surrounding his bulky frame. Despite his size, he was surprisingly graceful as he moved, large paws barely making a sound. His warrior's movements and build were acquired from years of training and service to the Kingdom of Ice, and he knew full well how to put his skills to use, be it good or bad. Luckily for most, Quentin was an honorable and forgiving creature. The snow leopard did not rush to get through this small territory. In fact, he deliberately ambled along parallel to Alkaid Creek, the area's namesake. The babbling of the water was quite soothing, and accompanied with the occasional warm breeze it made for an idyllic Spring night. He let a contented smile tug at the corners of his lips, his long tail swaying behind him. He would have overlooked the two other felines had he not caught their voices on the breeze. Icy eyes sparking to life, Quentin let his gaze wander through the silvery darkness to see their outlines not far from where he stood. Hm. Didn't quite expect company... Ears pricked forward with curiosity, Quentin let it get the better of him and moved forward with caution in his pawsteps. He didn't quite want to scare them off before he even got to say a word, though he wouldn't complain if they did. To tell the truth, he wasn't the sociable type to begin with. Ah well. There's always the chance to change. Stepping through the tall grasses to stand on the banks of the creek, Quentin quickly realized that not only were they of two different species, but they were females as well. They didn't exactly seem to be the best of friends either, and Quentin couldn't help but feel like he had barged in on their conversation. "Oh, pardon the intrusion..." he offered, taking an uncomfortable step backwards. He glanced apologetically from one to the other. "Uh... I can leave if this is some sort of private chat..." • Speaking • Thinking --status; complete --muse; quite bad. :c --words; 453 --notes; hope you guys don't mind that i brought Quentin in. and sorry this is so terrible. i just wanted to get a post up.

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/anbk41.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" If so much as the chirp of a cricket had sounded, Paura was certain her heart would have left up from her ribs and blasted through her spine. She had been calm, well, relatively so just moment before, and then she had heard a chuckle. It was amazing, just how sinister something as normally positive as a laugh could be. The way conceptions could be twisted boggled Paura's mind. As much as she wished it no sound broke the now haunted silence for what seemed like a lifetime. Finally, snide words of all things, broke through the night air. "I won't kill you, but I'm tempted to, spots." It only took the words "won't" and "kill" together in a sentence, to let a rasped sigh escape Paura's throat. She didn't care what unpleasent company she had to keep at the moment. But, standing in the darkness with nothing but the question of whether or not the chuckle was of humor or a sick demented joy in the imminent death of a naive leopard, would not be a feeling that Paura would forget anytime soon. Regardless of that, she pushed it aside for the time being. The more she thought of the possibility the closer she came to literally shaking with relief. She turned her gaze, now contorted into a strange mixture of pure terror and confusion, on the smooth form of a king cheetah. Paura struggled to wipe her face of the horror, and completely understandable questioning of this cat's intentions. Paura surveyed the interesting creature that approached her. She was lean, smoothly designed. With a broad, almost flat skull and a very thin build. A long tail waved behind her, much unlike Paura's own. Here they stood, both very different, but still interesting. And, both very, very spotted. Paura couldn't help but laugh, loudly. Not only had the likewise spotted cat before her made a nickname out of Paura's coat, but just the strange idea of a cheetah and a leopard coming to blows, in the woods, in the middle of the night, was just outlandish. The laugh was long, and strange sounding, but it let out that last bit of tension in Paura's chest. It didn't matter if she was about to have to battle for her life, this was a humorous occasion. Her bellowing came a slow end, and she took a deep breath to speak. As her gaze came up to meat the other feline's, she realized she was being glared at. She wondered just what the cheetah had to glare about, at this point. They'd both laughed, and she had to see the hilarity of this whole engagement, right? Paura wondered how it could escape anyone. She may have thought it was funnier than it really was, or perhaps her thinking wasn't quite clear given the overbearing stress of thinking she was going to be murdered just moments before. Oh well. I thik I've earned a little insanity for the time being. Paura grinned lazily as she spoke, "Spots, what a-" Paura's comment was cut short, as a rustle along the back, just to her left snapped her head up hard enough to nearly send it tumbling into the grass. Her eyes were quite possibly the size of softballs as she stared at the newcomer that presented himself in a strangely calm manner. Paura's temporary insanity ensued, as she almost fell to the ground with laughter. It was, none other than, a snow leopard. Well, two northerners and a southerner, how lovely. Best part, we're all wandering... the east. As far as strange situations went, this won, hands down. Paura was simply beaming with a blinding smile as she greeted the newcomer. "No intrusion. We were just commenting on the spotty crowd. Thank you, my good man, for helping the cause. Let us just pray that a God forsaken tiger doesn't intrude." Paura glanced between the two as she snickered to herself. Yeah. I've lost my mind.

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[atrb=background,http://www4.picturepush.com/photo/a/5331672/img/5331672.png] tumai sat in the darkness by the waters edge, the liquid lapping gradually up onto the dank shore and tickling her paws annoyingly. she continued to stare dejectedly into surface of the creek, watching it as it reflected her own appearance back at her by nothing short of magic. her own eyes glared back at her, a gaze so full of hatred and ill feelings that she herself almost felt a little put off and intimidated by it. with a dramatic sigh she elevated a single paw toward her muzzle, a pink tongue licking the remaining water and mud almost daintily from her golden fur. soon she moved on to tend her thin legs and shoulders, deliberately and childishly ignoring the presence of the leopard. soon she was alerted to the presence of another - and bit back the bitter laughter that was begging to ensure. what a sight they must have made; the leopard, the cheetah and snow leopard, a complete freak show at the least. it didn't take a genius to realize that she was outnumbered.....and that the direction of her thoughts was purely idiotic. would it truly kill her to actually not be so cynical and pessimistic, would it truly hurt her to be optimistic and think on the 'bright side of life' for once, not constantly suspecting the actions and intentions of others - in fact yes, it probably would hurt her. and anyway, she was currently in a sulk - if that dared excuse her rude behaviour. this golden leopard, however remarkably dim it appeared to be in her mind, it didn't seem to pose any hint nor sound of a threat, if it did it would have surely shown aggression by now. the bitter, mocking part of her seriously doubted that it was even capable to look frightening, let alone threatening. seems that the cold managed to reach into it's thick skull and freeze that empty space between it's ears where a tiny fragment of a so-called brain should be, but, as her mother had so often told her - repeating it to her like a mantra over the course of her years; it was a wholly unwise to underestimate others. still, the silly leopard had interrupted her peace.. and so had the snow leopard, just reeking of politeness and collection as it strolled onto the scene. she cast it a fleeting look over one shoulder, appearing to pay it little heed as she sniffed indignantly. very gradually as if it were some terribly hard task, she raised herself back onto all fours; more content than to face her back toward it; she wasn't sure what type of sneaky feline the snow leopard was. languidly she sauntered toward the undeniably alluring cat, her gaze rolling effortlessly over it from its nose to it's thick furry tail. she eyed it's dense and course rosetted fur; mildly wondering if the heat during the day was to much for it. she for one couldn't imagine carrying around all that fur. it's short fore limbs and long hind limbs seemed impractical, as did that overly long tail. "I hate to interrupt, but I have to correct you, spots. You see it was you that was commenting on the so called 'spotty crowd', I wasn't. I wouldn't like to mislead our guest into thinking that I was actually talking to you.." she stated in a light, drawling voice, prolonging her vowels in an almost lazy manner. the cheetah sniffed indignantly once more and sat herself back down as if the task of holding herself upon all fours was exhausting, this time facing the two felines who had upset her applecart so. character; tummywummywhatsherface words; whocares muse; I HAVE NO MUSE WHATSOEVER D; note; tumai's like a child c; foxy x x

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/anbk41.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" "I hate to interrupt, but I have to correct you, spots. You see it was you that was commenting on the so called 'spotty crowd', I wasn't. I wouldn't like to mislead our guest into thinking that I was actually talking to you.." Tumai said with dripping disdain, as she sat upright in the dew covered grass. Paura wasn't sure what it was that made this cheetah so thoroughly annoying, but she was certain she could really grow to dislike her if she let Tumai bother her enough. That, however, wasn't going to happen. Paura, still standing casually with her back to the creek, turned to face Tumai with a look of pleased indifference. "Oh, forgive me. What a relief, as I hardly considered it a conversation either," she said with a light chuckle, as if it were their own delightful inside joke. Now that Tumai was likely very amused, Paura turned to Quinten, rather curious about the handsome snow leopard's whereabouts. Of course, he could be asking himself the same question about her, but then she'd just answer, wouldn't she? "So, do you have a name, them? Or maybe you'd like to be 'Speckles'? But, then that would only leave 'Stripes' for the cheetah here. Shame," said Paura, fighting the urge to grin at Tumai. She was certain the overbearing feline would just love this. She realized that she didn't give a single thought to wondering why a cheetah was in this part of the country, but she just hadn't had the chance to being to care about this particular female. No matter. She didn't seem to want anyone's cares. That was fine by Paura. She had to admit, she wasn't one to have other digging into her world either.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #90a98c; border: solid 2px #ffffff; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; width: 350px; padding: 0px;,true] - -MudBug vomits language; [div style="color: #ffffff; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1[br"]em 0.1em #6a6a6a; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]Well, it's crap. Pure crap. Particularly crappy crap. BUT, atleast it's here! First post here in months, and I'm really happy! I've missed my Paura. </3

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