All things bright and beautiful... [Open]

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Sleath gave it another kick, making the small creature cringe and try desperately to crawl away. Its body had turned the snow into a sickly pink, each time it touched earth it left a smear of red which quickly faded to join the overall pinkness. "Come on, have more than that! We're the same age and I kicked your arse!" She taunted the little bunny, prancing around its quivering form with high legs. "Ha! You pathetic runt, I didn't even need to do leopard to bash you up!" The fawn spun, dropped into a crouch, and leapt onto the little kit.
The body spasmed in fear, bulging eyes stared up at her. Sleath smirked at the crushed body, laughing at the tiny mewling sounds it made. "Your parents didn't want to save you, thats why they ran. And all your siblings, they're as much cowards as you are!" A shrill laugh befitting a banshee escaped her throat moments before she clomped her teeth around the bunnies head and pulled. It squirmed beneath her, the mewling intensifying into sharp squeaks of pain.
Immensely enjoying her superiority over it, Sleath gave the bunny a shake to step back again, prowling in circles outside the red snow, growling like the leopard she could become. "Oh, how much fun we can still have. It is only morning yet. You have hours to go." The bunny tried to get up, but could only wiggle in the ground it was on, pleasing its tormentor further.
Sleath crouched again, intending to pull off the slap of skin she had torn open earlier, when a sound made her stop. It was a big sound. The fawn straightened, her satisfied grin turning into a look of malevolence. If anything but a fellow deer came, she'd get even angrier.

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Golden brown six month old buck walked into the land with a smirk. He stood back and watched a doe fawn slowly killing a small rabbit. He chuckled, stepping forward and cracking a stick. He looked up to see her reaction, and was pleased to see she had glanced up. He walked from the clearing and towards her, his light grey spots standing out in bare contrast to the golden hue of his pelt. Surprised you haven't killed the thing yet. he said and smirked, he had heard her growl so he knew she could transform into some large cat, like he could turn into a lion.

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A buck which looked to be her age. Much more interesting than if a large brute had come along, they were never fun. All the big ones did was stare at the older ones of her kind and start to smell funny. Automatically, she started to size him up and wasn't displeased. As fun as it was attacking littl things, sometimes picking on someone your own size was a great laugh.
Her ears flicked forward at his voice, the withering red ball in the snow near her became second on her 'Important' list. "Why kill straight away what you can draw out to fill a day?" Sleath countered, glad she had been able to think of something which made her sound cruel and clever. Her tail flicked up as she did her best to made herself even stockier. Being one of the largest sub-species of deer, she was used to feeling superior other deer, even when they were bigger than her, and of the same subspecies.
Sleath narrowed her eyes, catching a small whiff off lion. Either there was a very large dangerous cat wandering round, or this fawn could turn into the second largest cat in the world, beaten by the tiger.

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Young buck chuckled at this fawn, True I quess. he said to her, I am Lion. he told her finnally, looking her over, waiting to see what she would say, and wondering what her name was. He watched the slowly dieing rabbit with curiousity, a smirk worn proud on his mug as he looked back to the young doe was was obviously trying to make herself look big compared to him. He took no notice to it, he was rather tall anyways - and he was rather muscluar for one his age..

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((Ooc: Not Bigga, Stockia. x]))
Well he had made no effort to sound smart. Perhaps he just didn't have the brains for it, if she was going up against a retard she might as well continue mauling the rabbit. She couldn't make up her mind if he'd said his name, or if his stupidness extended to not being able to say "I am a lion". Well it didn't matter, she was going to call him lion now, even if he corrected her with another name. It would show him to be a bit more nimble with his words. Then again... it could be he wouldn't even realise. The thought he could be playing dumb just to trick her occured, shortly followed by another thought which practically made her want to slap her brain. If he'd actually said his name, and pair that together with what he said earlier, he doesn't sound all that stupid...
Sleath sighed, shaking her head to herself.
"Well I'm Sleath Link Guest" The holder of the name snarled, showing her herbivore teeth like they were the curved fangs of a feline. "Part Snow Leopard and proud Southener!" Though she supposed he was on the general South side. South or East, the difference wasn't so large, but of course she believed very strongly that South was much better than any other herd.

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ooc - ok lol

Golden hued buck watched her, his green and gold flecked orbs bored. Yeah, and I'm part lion. he said, lion after-all was his name-sake and his other half. As she began to snarl he quickly shifted into a large golden lion, baring his fangs menacingily at her. No defferance, South's where I reside as well. he snarled, curling his upper lip as he spoke.

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Having just harmony with her predator and prey side, Sleath didn't even blink at the transformation. Only an exasperated sigh told of what she thought of his change. He wasn't a complete idiot, but she couldn't count him as smart either. Though she was still a little wobbly on what his real name was, she forgave herself for the confusing. He could have been repeating what he'd said earlier about him being Lion, she wouldn't let him know of her confusion though. Absolutely not.
"I suppose you live in a big herd to protect you." She drawled, her voice carrying no vicious edge, but being mocking all the same. Really this was a way for her to find out what he thought of himself, whether or not he was in a herd made little difference to her. If she'd cared for a herd, she could go to the lands herself. A pox to all the "Stags go out to claim does" nonsense that was circulating. Sleath was very independant and highly proud of it.

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Lion snorted, annoyed by the fact she did not get terrified by the fact she now saw a lion, the second largest cat in the world in front of her. He blew through his nares and transformed back into his fawn self. His gold and green lanterns looked her over, she was one fo the few he could not scare half to death by transforming. That was why he had been kicked out of his herd, No. he told her, I was kicked out. He wouldn't go into explainations, a simple answer was enough.

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Sleath sucked the inside of her cheek, disappointed by how little she'd gotten out of that. She'd expected him to go wild at the thought he needed anyone to protect him, but still knowing he had done enough to get kicked out his herd at such a young age gave some insight. But nothing more than what his alliance had already said. What a drag. Sleath liquidly prowled back over to the rabbit, stepping heavily on its stomach to renew its pitiful cries.
"Kicked out..." The fawn repeated thoughtfully. "Let me guess, you tried to eat someone?" She knew the feeling of wanting to taste deer flesh often enough. Never had she gone and done it, but it was a desire she noted... and waited for the chance she would be right to feast on her kinds flesh. Too soon, just another feeling that told her the time for consuming deer flesh had not come to her yet.
Lion however, might not have resisted the temptation. His feline form was bigger than hers, and fully grown too... Though the buck in his herd might just have been ragingly jealous and angry.

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Lion smirked, watching her step on the pitful rabbit which set fourth a new set of crys. Half-way at least. he said, remembering the day, one of the other buck fawns had gotten on his nerves and he had eaten some of them, but the lead buck came and caught him. The herd hated him after that since the fawn he had injued was a "heir" and what-not. And the simple fact my dad hated me and my shape-shifting animal. he told her.

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Half-eat, Sletah made the automatic assumption he had tried to eat a deer alive before it managed to escape with hunks of meat missing from its sides. The thought made her grin, well no wonder the herd wanted him ousted. Many South and East fawns were hated by their evil herd. One of the reasons she was waiting until she was older before even attempting to get in a herd. She gave her head a little nod, accepting what he had said without any hiccup.
Gracefully, her triangular head lowered to the rabbit, teeth clamping out the flap of skin she had intended to rip out before Lion had come along. Naturally, she recieved a lot of kicking resistence, and more squealing before she managed to rip off a fist-sized patch of flesh.
Then, as something she normally didn't do (She got fairly protective over her kills, naturally of course), the fawn tossed her head, and let the patch of fur attached to skin and muscle fly in the general direction of Lion.

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Lion noticed her grin and smirked once more. He tilted his dial as he watched her rip the fist sized patch of skin and fur from the rabbit. Watching it sail towards him, the young fawn changed into his other form and grabbed the peice of skin,fur,muscle and meat in his jaws and swallowed it. He grinned devilishly and changed back into his deer form, You ever eaten meat? he asked her.

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Sleath rolled and shook her head at the question. Then instead of answering in words, she dug her nose into the exposed ribcage, snuffling until she found her way underneath. Using her tongue like a feeler, she found a roundish ball of muscle behind the left rib, then pushed the rest of her mouth in. The ribcage gave way with a muffled crack from te size of her mouth.
Sleath bit down hard, put one hoof on the rabbits neck to keep it still (The thing was fast fading now, not even conscious) and yanked the heart out. Blood coated her face, pouring down from her chin in a steady stream. Chewing only twice, Sleath raised her nose to the air and swallowed it down. Taking a gasp of breath once it had finally gone down, quite enjoying the raw feeling it had given her throat, she turned her grin back to Lion.
"My diet has included meat and plants as long as I can remeber." She boasted, certainly not mentionig that in her earlier days the only meat she got were rotted carcasses she happened to stumble across.

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Lion smiled, Same here. he told her, watching as she ate some of the rabbit. He remained in her fawn form and watched her. He snorted, remaining quiet, having nothing else to talk about.

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"Not one for words" Sleath stated, almost thoughtfully adding a "Huh" to the end. The fawn's long pink tongue stretched out, wiping off the immediate red mess near her mouth. Lifting her legs high with an air of grace, Sleath boldly strode closer to Lion, and lowered her head as if a pair of formidable horns were perched on the top. Ears flicked back, eyes rolling in their sockets so she was staring challengingly at him. Along her length, her body was set in the right stance she had learned from watching two stags fight over land, the challenger thinking that trying to get land before Spring would give it an edge.
Shoulders bunched up, legs spaced in a steady square to support her weight and anothers, tail curling up over her back. "En guarde mon soeur!" She snarled, playfully clomping her teeth together and making a satisfyingly loud sound.