Post by Oz on Jul 6, 2007 14:12:32 GMT -5
Character name:Oz
Gender:Brutus
Age:24 seasons... <6 years>
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Example post [MUST be 500 words or more]:The sky hissed above the landscape with the power of an on coming storm. Animals fled from sight quickly and quietly so to hide from the severity of the storm. Herds of Elk retreated under the high covers of many trees and cliffs. Packs of wolves hid from sight as well as the sound of thunder boomed across the revine not too far off. The only creatures that slunk through the open areas of cliffs and such, were a couple lone Cougars and a lone wolf. A wolf known as Oz. He was moving through the landscape in search of somewhere to sleep that night, but everywhere had been occupied by packs, pairs, and singles.
The storm was approaching quicker and it didn't seem that he would be finding a place to stay anytime soon. So he would have to bunk with someone then. And it seemed that someone would be an aged brutus Cougar. Oz would slink in silently trying to enter unoticed, but instantly he was found out. A hiss exited the larynx of the feline, and Oz let a growl exit his own. The cat raised up at the exact time rain began to poor from outside the entrance of the jagged cave's entrance. They went in a circle, aas if about to attack the other; it seemed they were going to have to fight for dominance. The cougar roared softly towards Oz and just as it pounced on Oz a lightening bolt lit the sky.
Oz snarled back at the feline and flew himself back onto his back. His ivories turned back and grabbed ahold of the cat's paw and began to rip at it. The cat clenched into Oz's sides. The wolf howled in pain but flipped to the side and the cat released lightly. The wolf then shake of the pain a bit and charged the feline into a corner and slammed his physique into the cat's. His harks pinned back as he held his cranium into the cougar's chest, bursting the breath out of the cat. He would then sink his ivories into the neck of the beast. The feline hissed in pain, he would struggle but as the blood poored he became weaker and weaker.
Oz released the cat right before he lost anymore gushing blood. And he would turn from the cat, he had esablished his dominance now and he wasn't about to kill anyone at the moment. Turning away from the feline he would move to the front of the cave, laying down on the surface, he would then lay his cranium against his paws. Taking a deep sigh, he would sleep. As if nothing had happened. Not the fight nor the cat's heaving for breath in the back of the cave... The storm RAGED on...
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