Post by Speed on Nov 19, 2007 17:53:55 GMT -5
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The winds breeze by me, echoing Sergen.
Streams gurgle about me, bubbling Kyo to me.
Of the males, I belong.
Leading hunts and bearing cubs, huntress is my curse.
Call upon me if you wish, calling to me sir-jun.
Speak to me if you dare. Call upon me with tones that proclaim kie-oh
Stalking the plains is my curse, full and thick my mane billows around me. Sun tanned peltage hide my rough muscles. Anger me and gleaming teeth will penetrate the graceful sky.
A strange thing, most call me. A grey lioness. Slim, slender and graceful I stand proud. Thick and full muscles hide beneath the grey pelt that I call mine, with it rich blood pulses strong.
I lay back, a figure head to the pride. A boss, a general, but second in command. None shall challenge me without pain as result. But challenge me and you challenge her.
Fierce and proud, I stand strong. A lioness to respect and a leader born and bred. I have fought for my position as dom. huntress as I stand beside him. I am boss, I am but a lion trapped within the boundries of a lioness. But, beneath is cold and hard. Lonliness and terror slink to and fro in the far depths of me.
I have no history.
Born to a dead father and dieing mother I've been alone forever. I have been wounded to many times, learning form each that a shield must be created. A shield to hide my interior and live this slow, long death everyone claims to be life.
From my mother comes my deep, thoughtful eyes. Claws and fangs of sharp white I bear because of her. My full mane and large paws come from the one known as my father.
I wish to believe the greyness of my pelt comes from a lost mother while the crystal green eyes I bear are my father's.
Of my mother, Shanni I call. Torseno, my father.
Si I wish to call my mother. Of a father long lost, I remember the calling of Juhi.