Post by txep on Jan 25, 2012 21:20:15 GMT -5
It was dusk by now as the sun was just behind the edges of the world, only rays of dieing light loomed in the sky presenting dark reds and oranges cascading across the barren depths. Against these colors were the shadows of a mud colored figure that head and shoulders were slumped if not tense from irritation. As of lately the male feline had been ignoring the main gatherings of the pride, disgusted at how much they lived in filth now. Hyenas seemed to be running the place as well as a few followers of the disgrace of a king. Brown audits were pinned against the mane covered skull as each step of the paw jostled the long brown strands of mane that scattered over shoulders and face.
Amber spectacles were at a glare, it was rumored Simba would be returning, how disgusting. The fool thought he could just come and take his place after being a coward and making us think he was dead? Bolix this male knew better than that, he wouldn't stand to see the sight of the red maned lion standing tall on Pride Rock with his dear Nala as the male's side. Yes Chumvi, a friend of Nala's when they were growing up through these hard times in fact had hidden feelings for the lioness. Though he truly didn't know that Tojo did too.
Stopping in his tracks, the male lion couldn't believe his eyes, there was a frail lost looking gazelle drinking at the pathetic reason of a watering hole. Was it his luck for the day that some random form of life wandered on the barren destroyed land. Either way is would be the gazelle's life for its ignorance of the land. The thought of fresh blood trickling down his throat made his gut grumble as he locked his sights on it. Crouching low and attempting to blend into the dead grass, his brown pelt melting into the dirt around him as there was becoming less and less light shining. Creeping ever so slowly he did as to not to miss this chance, he knew very well he would not bring this back to the den. Wouldn't let such filth as Scar touch it, only the lions/lionesses that were against him he may let feed on it.
It drank from the mucky water as the predator was now a half a dozen meters away, it was oblivious to the paws that would soon be claiming it's life. Just in range the beast pounced forward, lengthy bounds ate up the ground between prey and predator. The poor soul let out a cry of surprise as it turned taking off at a springy run, Chumvi wasn't going to let it go that easy. Powerhouses launched and sprung the feral cat after it's prey just feet away from his grasp, the gazelle bayed in desperation as it zigzagged. Keeping on it's trail gaining with each bound finally his claws sunk home digging deep into the rump of the gazelle, by just pure landing force crippling it to the ground. Growling at it Chumvi finished the kill sinking his ivories into the small dainty neck, hearing the bones and windpipe crush to satisfaction as the creature went limp to its death.
Partially laying on his kill Chumvi held the throat in his jaws for a bit panting slightly. It'd been a long while since he'd had to exert so much energy in a kill, he honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd been able to kill on a successful hunt. Letting the skull of his victim thump on the ground as he let out a yawn before starting to rip at the flesh of the ribcage. He would be the first to have at the sweet vitamins the soft organs provided, no 'King' of the pride would take that from him. Keeping alert though knowing the earlier screams of his prey were bound to bring the unwanted company of scouting hyenas or lionesses.