(AW) here comes the king

[SANGRA MAR]

to kingdom come

The lazy hum of the atmosphere around Sangra Mar laid lightly upon flicking ears that turned gently to catch the wisps of sound that floated towards them without reason. The lands of the savanna were not exactly lively, as the day was broiling. Sangra himself had put his long, slender, stilt-like legs to good use and had gotten under the nearest tree as quickly as possible. The shade offered cool relief from the beating sun, and he took it gratefully. His long, aerodynamic body had collapsed easily into an elegant heap under the low-hanging branches. Amber eyes stared intently but inattentively out into the wilds, watching as a herd of zebras meandered past, not giving him the slightest bit of attention. This, of course, did not matter, as he was in no mood to hunt because of the heat. Besides, his belly was full from a kill only a day before, and so he had no real need for it either. Sangra was not one to waste energy, and he understood when he needed to put out, and when it wasn't necessary.

He opened his jaws to let loose a soundless yawn. The midday sun was high in the sky, and though his retreat was nice, he did not like his position. There was simply too much around the regal cat to take in. He preferred to be above things, or in a corner, where every inch of the space around him could be observed. Out here, in the middle of it all, he felt anything could easily sneak up on him. Of course, he didn't understand why anything would want to. Even in his current position, Sangra exuded an air of power. The animals around him left a wide radius, not only because he was a predator, but because of the way he held himself: regal, intense, demanding respect. It was the way he had been bred; it was in his blood. Though not a king in any sense, he could easily be one, for his long-legged, gracefully imperious body gave him that appearance, and his intelligent voice that commanded attention were all traits of a leader. Sangra forced himself upon no one, and was certainly not one to call himself a king; but he was something of the sort, none could deny. The name "Sangra Mar" was known far and wide. He was not feared - in fact, many loved him - but he did not exactly claim good attention all the time. There were those that envied his quiet grace, his ability of persuasion, the way others bent in respect when his gaze rested upon them. Sangra was a living legend, a beacon of light, doing no visible wrong, so even those who disliked him could not find anything to fault him on. This was the life of the cheetah who now gazed out into the blistering heat. It was a tough existence, but he was prepared to live it.

[TOKKEN TADITA]

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The sun pressed against him, sweltering heat the warming the yellow-gold coat spotted with that black spots that regarded him as a cheetah. His movements weren’t quick today however, even though he was hot and his breath came out in pants. His eyes were eve moving, taking in the appearance of a large savannah, the grasses swaying with the wind. He wasn’t exactly paying attention, his mind was elsewhere but he continued regardless while his tail flicked effortlessly behind him. His silhouette was nimble, every detail easily distinguishable along his tight skin. His mouth was open, but the tongue was safely tucked away inside. The tips of his fangs were visible against the black of his lips, two pearly ivory stains against a canvas of ebony. Dark ochre orbs flicked this way and that, but still they were unseeing. Something of a flashback was playing in his mind, blinding him to the surroundings despite how aware the feline looked. Someone screamed in his head and Tokken was no longer his large, lithe self but instead a cub, playing in the grass with his brother as they yelled and laughed. His brother was identical to him; they had been twins down to the personality. Another scream, but it wasn’t playful this time and Tokken was running, the cub version of himself looking back and spying his brother to see if he was safe. He wasn’t. A flash, another scream, and jaws carried his brother off, strong powerful jowls wrapped around a lifeless cub. Tokken sighed, his long, tall body barely moving at all now, his slender appendages navigating at a slow pace. He was aware now, as the vision in his head dispersed, like it had been popped by an arrow. Ochre eyes saw for the first time since he’d come into the savannah and he really took in his surroundings. Trees lines row by row, long savannah grass waving with the wind, and birds high above in the sky, calling out like they were searching for something. As he scanned the lower lands again he noticed the shade of a tree in the distance, and a figure beneath it, bathing in the shadows like they lived there. Tokken blinked once, and then twice ensuring himself that he wasn’t seeing things, and then attempted to make a decision. Should he go over, or ignore the cat under the tree? He debated and scrunched his eyes as if to get a better look at whomever was in the shadows, but it didn’t seem to help. His rounded ears twitched and he cocked his head to the said, racking his brain in attempt to figure out what he should do. The situation to another cat unlike Tokken may have been different, but to his eyes there was danger laden on every corner, especially when it involved another cat. His bones were tense and his tail flicks increased in speed. No appropriate decision came, and he calmly breathed outward. Calm yourself Tokken. Perhaps you can make a friend. Even he doubted the words as he thought them, but he gathered up his courage regardless and began to head in that direction. His gaze was not on the other feline though; perhaps he could feign disinterest and the cat wouldn’t respond to his presence, or…maybe he would. Tokken trotted onward, the heat pressing against him back, while he flicked his gold and black tail in the sun. As he came closer he noticed that the male was much more majestic looking that Tokken was, although they had the same qualities of a cheetah, Tokken seemed to pale in comparison to him. It didn’t exactly bother him, Tokken was proud of his breed not just himself and he would accept another cheetah as being more attractive or impressive than himself. In fact it stirred his curiosity, and made the bodice of the feline turn toward the stranger in the shadows, throwing his gaze upon the other male. Now that he was close he could tell it was another male from the scent on the wind. When close enough Tokken dipped his head respectfully, obeying to the command that radiated off him without word or eye contact. He was exceptional, the kind of cat that Tokken would wish to immolate. “Hello.” Tokken purred. He was standing outside of the shade, as to give the commanding cat enough space. The heat burnt his back as he stood in one place, but he paid it no mind, and instead focused all his intention on the male, wondering around what his name could be, or why he commanded so much respect to begin with. Perhaps it was just him, maybe he was raised that way, but Tokken was much different. Life had been given a flesh wound from his past, and it always remained open, pain always seethed through. Maybe that is why Tokken was so different, but there could be a thousand reasons. Maybe Tokken was just not the regal type. Regardless, he extended his neck outward, exposing the vital organs along the side. A simple gesture of submit, that Tokken hoped the male would accept. 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[SANGRA MAR]

It did not take long before the shadow of another blotted out the sun. Sangra looked upwards at the form of another cheetah, a male, who was gazing down at him from a respectful distance. Sangra did not immediately stand, but when he did, he unfolded elegantly, rising onto long stilt-like legs without problem. Sangra's amber eyes watched the other without much expression. When the stranger dipped his head, Sangra inclined his own politely. Sangra noticed how the cat kept his gaze lowered, and the submissive gesture that followed. The vitals of the cat's neck were of no value to him, but the message was clear. This new cheetah knew his place, and that was something Sangra himself respected. The aura around the male, though calm, was not slightly less stiff, allowing a bit of emotion to color his regal face. Amber eyes watched the other tranquilly. "Hello," the stranger said, the sunlight glinting brilliantly off of his pelt, so similar to Sangra's. The noble one noticed how he had not been crowded, and he was one to reward others who paid him mind. He stepped backwards, towards the trunk of the tree, allowing enough room for the stranger to come inside.

"Greetings," spoke the deep, powerful voice of the creature. The stranger looked wary, if not a bit eager, and Sangra let a soft twitch of his lips - perhaps a smile - be displayed on his face. "You may share the shade if you wish, stranger. The heat is no friend to us." He settled loosely onto his haunches, keeping his intense eyes trained upon the newcomer. Sangra knew that he was probably very intimidating, but it was a presence he could not help, welded so deeply into his personality that he could not try to be meek even if he wished to. He did not exude a selfish or arrogant air, though some might perceive him as such. However, this odd one seemed to be fine with putting respect where it was due, and Sangra appreciated that. He would let this cat sit with him, perhaps dine with him. Those he kept in his company were able to distinguish the important from the nameless. And Sangra Mar had a name.

He watched the other calmly, his expression smooth and relaxed. "I am Sangra Mar," he said, his name rolling smoothly and regally off of his tongue. "It is a pleasure to meet you..." He trailed off, leaving room for the stranger to inset his name.

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