Incoming Evening (Open)

[AMATYA SUDAKAR]

A lazy horizon made the fog appear orange in the lowering light of the evening, the coming clouds promising imminent changes in the weather. The trees and their leaves danced in recital to welcome the onslaught of summer, and the breeze caught the scents of the abundant wildlife in the vast savannah. Long grasses swayed back and forth rustling in the coming evening, within bugs began their lively mating calls. Somewhere in the distance there was a cluster of downy trees, their leaves masking whatever may lay atop the branches. Lazy rays of dying sun washed out the green and instead the trees appeared ochre. Beneath the layer of leaves she was languidly sprawled about a bough, her primarily ebony tail swished to and fro in thought. Her ears pricked tenderly against the breeze, and on it she smelt a tender mix of coming night and fog. Below her the mist was enveloping the grass making it appear, at quick glance, covered in frost. Eyes like smoke stained pearls peered past her concealed coverage. The approaching dusk was making her antsy; her muscles ached to spring into action, her tail began to flick more harshly than before. The evening brought with it a sense of rejuvenation and the she-cat positioned herself upward, leaning back and wrapping her tail around her.

Amatya stretched out her neck, waking the sleeping bones that would condemn her to indolence. She yawned, revealing large teeth stained from years of use stretching from her black gums. The whiskers at the tip of her muzzle twitched idly, and when she stood she extended each one of her legs and curled her back, hearing bones gently pop as they awoke from their slumber. Once properly aligned Amatya vaulted over the other limbs blocking her exit and landed with unwavering balance, heavy paws leaving deep impression in the dewed grass and mire. Around her the sun’s rays were being vanquished and the moon was taking its place within the black velvet that was night. A diamond in the sky shining a committal ray of light upon the land. This was her time, the special moment in time where the sun hadn’t quite been conquered, yet the moon was dominantly present. A crisp grin came to her lips, curving the black upwards. The golden-gray of her optics scanned the vast savannah in front of her; it was such a glorious thing to be free.

Pride kept her head held high as she carried herself easily across the terrain, her nose searching for a smell that would make her begin to slaver. Her dark fawn coat littered with rosettes shimmered in the rising moonlight, her ears twitched as they came across the sounds of wild life and she shivered in the oncoming cold. Amatya increased her gait, moving swiftly now over the lands and scents bombarded her nostrils. Grass tickled her coat, and her tail waved behind her, elegantly balancing the leopard’s movements. It took a moment to register but once it did Amatya swerved her body in one refined motion, elegantly placing herself in the shadows of the trees. On the wind there was a scent of warthog and despite the hare off in the distance, the former had caught her attention.

She sidled up to a tree, her body brushing gently against the callous bark. The grass in front of her tickled her nose, but she lowered herself deep within, spying her intended target. She kept a large distance between them, about twenty feet so that he wouldn’t catch her scent if the wind changed, and her camouflaged coat allowed her to move nearly invisible. Her muscles coiled, anticipating the final leap when the kill would be made. A grin pulled at her ebony lips as salivate built in her mouth. The wart hog sniffed at the ground, his snorts and grunts pricked her ears. Stealth was like a familiar friend to Amatya as she slithered through the grass, her body indistinguishable in the night. She was disguised by the guile of the leopard. She was grinning almost ear to ear by the time she was within leaping distance of the hog; her paws kneaded the ground in front of her, gently pulling up the dirt underneath her raven-colored talons. Every bone in her body was ready to spring; her tail was perfectly straight behind her, daring not to move lest it make a sound. The wart-hog was oblivious to her approach, the family of his further off, snorting to each other. He seemed oblivious to them as well, and at that moment this seemed all too easy. Her lips curled up and with one fluid, sweeping movement she was latched to the rump of the hog, his surprised squeak rang in the air around her, as shrill as the cry of a raven. Claws dug deep into flesh, and the smell of metallic stained the air as blood seeped from his wounds. Amatya’s jaws were quick, a strong clamp of the powerful muscles working within bit deep into the hog’s neck and the cries that it beckoned forth ceased all together. Life began to seep away from the black eyes, and when Amatya released she was standing proudly in front of her kill. Blood stained her maw, much like the night stained the sky and Amatya lowered her muzzled to begin her feast.

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[atrb=align,right] FOR AMATYA. 721 WORDS. whoaaa high word count. :'D There were many words to describe Samael Dubois, but hungry wasn't often included in this plentiful list of adjectives. In fact, the cheetah attributed this to his skill as a hunter - it certainly kept him well fed enough, to the point that he hadn't heard a grumble from his stomach since he had relied on his mother to do the hunting. To catch his prey was simply another easy task in his life, one he performed with poise, grace and utmost skill that even the bravest of lionesses would be envious of- Oh, who was he kidding. Sam certainly wasn't currently adhering to the elegance he tended to boast about, dragging his paws with a heaviness that belied the supposed grace of his species. Had he been any less misfortunate, the male could have easily defied gravity with his bouncing steps and curled tail. As it were, the sun was sucking his strength away and leaving him decidedly listless, breath puffing dryly out of his mouth in a pant. Even his fur seemed to lack the volume and sheen that it normally held (though that could be because he had simply been to lazy to groom this morning). While Sam considered himself a competent hunter, he still wasn't his mother and found it incredibly difficult to catch the damn antelopes on such a hot day. " I'm a growing boy, " He hissed to himself, disregarding the fact that he would have teased any other person mercilessly had he caught them talking to themselves, " I need my protein! " Ears pinned to his skull in annoyance and frustration, the cheetah found himself hoping (somewhat viciously) that his sister was having just as much trouble, wherever she was. He was not to be outdone by some silly female, no matter what kind of reputation those lionesses created. Sam was determined to be the best hunter around; some sunshine wasn't going to make him turn into a big pussy (if you'll excuse the pun). As if those thoughts were enough to inspire the young feline, he visibly brightened, clearing his throat and shaking himself off as if shedding the grimy coat of pessimism and laziness from his pelt. Spotted fur gleaming brightly in the sun, he began striding forward with the kind of liquid suppleness and flowing movements that his species' were infamous for. Though he was still panting quite heavily, it did not subtract anything from the graceful and kingly image he presented. Samael Dubois was back in action, baby, and far be it from him to not be successful in catching one of those pesky antelopes this time! Tail waving idly behind him as he changed course, the spotted feline lifted his muzzle to the breeze, muzzle cracking open as he scented the air-- --and abruptly had the wind knocked from his lungs rather forcefully as a scent drifted in that made him immediately salivate. For approximately three and a half seconds, Samael deliberated on ignoring the tempting fragrance of freshly spilled blood to go search for his own spoils. But, alas, his the lazy portion of his mind (which was rather large, mind you) insisted that he go scavenging. With an abruptness borne from hunger, the cheetah swiveled around, following the scent at a hurried pace. As soon as he stumbled upon the kill site, the male immediately froze, the golden fur along his spine bristling upward in fright. Though he considered himself courageous, he certainly wasn't burly enough to face up against a muscled leopard. Great gods above, he could see them rippling from this distance. Exacerbating the situation in his mind, the cat couldn't help but remain frozen in the spot, his startled expression almost humorous. What kicked his rusted muscles into moving, however, was the sight of the blood glistening on the carcass that the Leopard was currently feasting on. Hesitating for just a second, the male took three small steps forwards before sitting down, rasping his tongue along the fur of his chest in a show of nonchalance and reassuring himself that he could run really, really fast. "No need to get defensive over me being here, I promise. " He rambled, looking everywhere but the other somewhat rudely. " I'm just - y'know - sightseeing. Lovely day, isn't it? Boy, I wouldn't be surprised if I just melted on the spot! Eheh... "

[AMATYA SUDAKAR]

Her ears twitched atop her skull, rapid, effortless movements that detected all the sounds around her, faint and strident. Savannah grass rustled around her, tickling her elbows as she leaned inward tearing fleshy tissue from bone and enjoying the quench in her belly. She fed until her belly was bloated and full, the insides of the warthog exposed and drying in the bright sunlight. She’d eaten her fill but the hog still had much left on his bones that would be a desire to any scavenger. When she pulled up from her meal, and shook out the tenseness in her bones she realized that a shadow was covering the grass on its way to her. The metallic clinging to the air had hidden his scent, but then his voice slid into her ears, it was soft and sweet, a tone that perked her audits up. Her golden-gray gaze rose from the corpse of her kill and slowly examined her guest. He was slender with a sheen of light shimmering off his back, spots along his coat much like her own but uniquely different as well. The eyes and tear-stained marks along the sides of his facade are what gave him away as a cheetah, those distinctive marks she’d seen from others of his kind. He was inimitably handsome in and off himself, for a large cat of another breed anyways. He appeared contented enough yet his voice indicted there was some underlying expose to his speech. Amatya’s lips curled upward revealing the large razor teeth lining her sable stained gums for a moment and then she let them fall again, discerning the situation from a far she gathered he wasn’t a threat to her, but her muscles were taut regardless, her tail curling behind her inquisitively. She was surprised at his presence, but then again it was relatively welcome as well. It had been a while since she been in the company of a male, or even any large cat for that matter. Her whiskers twitched at the sides of her maw, the cheetah’s words hanging on the air, his back glistening in the harsh rays of the sun. Amatya raised a brow in his direction unsure of what he expected from her in response. She cocked her head to the side an unfamiliar smiled appearing on the black lips. Her eyes, shimmering and gold in the light were trained straight on him and nothing more, perhaps an intimidating glare for someone who was smaller than her. It wasn’t that she could catch and kill him; so much as she could frighten him simply by flexing the large muscles riddled along her coat and for some strange reason that made her grin. She had no indignation to guess how the male felt however and decided to play nice with the male cheetah.

“Sightseeing.” She repeated his usage of the word and her grin spread wide across her maw. Her gaze raised upward toward the sky, appraising the pale blue littered with heavy white clouds, the sun shining through them all intent to cast her light on the savannah.

“It is a lovely day, isn’t it?” She asked rhetorically, her gaze remaining on the transfixing blue of the sky. It was a couple moments before she returned the yellow of her eyes back to him, the highlighted flecks of gray visible in the available radiance. Upon her speech she leaned back against the strong legs that propelled her, and gazed at the individual. When it was clear that silence had hung in the air long enough Amatya opened her mouth to speak.

“Well…does the sightseer have a name?” She effectively purred the sentence, the ends of each syllable curling off of her tongue and dancing eloquently in the air. Her perpetuated threat was diminishing as he muscles unwound; she manifested a calmer demeanor and breathed outward something close to a sigh. Blood stained the bottoms of her lips and the parts along her whiskers, her mouth salivated as her tongue touched the coppery taste along her fangs. Even though her stomach swelled with satisfaction somewhere deep inside her chest she longed to hunt again, not for the meat or the taste that ran along her gums but for the sheer thrill of hunting, while capturing the fright that leaks forth from their eyes and exudes in their scent. These thoughts along with others bounced around her head as her question flowed with ease through the air and caressed the ears of the cheetah.

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[atrb=align,right] FOR AMATYA. 651 WORDS. awkwaaaard. xD Perhaps Samael had clung a little too fervently to the idea of this Leopard being benevolent enough to share some of her kill (as unmanly as that sentiment made him seem). The cheetah had been driven to distraction by the scent of blood and as such had not realized that by the time he found himself in the other predator's company, the kill was already demolished save for patches of flayed skin that clung desperately to the bone. The young cheetah caught himself staring before he looked entirely too impetuous. He was not, however, too unaware to notice the sudden flash of teeth and the male immediately tensed, alarmed, his fur bristling in an instinctive reaction to what could easily be a threat. 'Calm down,' He snapped to himself, briskly shaking himself off and swiveling his head away from the Leopard's prize, 'It's not like she's a lion or anything,' Huffing to himself and despite the instincts that warned him to keep his line of sight away from the other, he let his eyes surreptitiously slide over to examine this new compatriot. Certainly, there were similarities between her and the larger lionesses that roamed about the plains yet they extended only to the similarities that all of them shared - there were always differences, and yet the young cheetah couldn't help but think to himself that a swipe from one of those paws would send him reeling. Decidedly suspicious - and it could been seen in the almost inquisitive hunch of his shoulders - Samael grew deathly quiet after his little bout of rambling, both mortified over how idiotic he had made himself seem and seriously considering just fleeing when the leopard did not respond. Granted, he was not expecting her to respond so his subsequent jump was completely justified when she did speak. Ochre eyes wide and alarmed, his whiskers were vibrating with pent-up energy when he finally did turn to face her, his tail lashing from side to side in agitation that he was caught off guard yet again. There was absolutely no reason for him to be so jumpy and yet here he was, startling like a field mouse when all the leopard had done was repeat what he said. Somewhat snidely, he wondered in his mind if she was some sort of parrot-cat but cast those thoughts away with a blink of his rounded eyes, composing himself with a nonchalant shrug. Samael heaved a deep sigh and as the breath whispered by his inky lips the erect fur along his spine fell flat, leaving him appearing as serene as he had when he arrived. Realizing that when she had repeated him she wasn't expecting a reply, the cheetah remained still save for a few twitches of his ears, no longer so uncomfortable to direct his attention fully on her since she had dropped the nasty expression. Stifling the urge to cast his own curious gaze up to the sky, Samael merely tilted his spotted head, a perplexed expression painted firmly upon his face. " Erm... Yes, I believe that's what I said, " He muttered finally, slipping back into the polite approach of speech he had forced himself to take on. Though he was uncertain if the other spotted feline felt the same, the silence that followed his statement was very awkward and all Samael could do was quietly shift his paws, knowing that at this point in the conversation it would be rude to leave. Fortunately, he wasn't taken back as she spoke, having expected it when she turned her attention to him. Blinking owlishly, the cheetah found himself smiling, deciding that he would be better off to be polite. " Indeed, and I am called Samael. Samael Dubois. " His tail flicking once again, he continued, " And you would be? " That question was punctuated rather loudly by his stomach growling ferociously, making the cheetah flush under his fur.

[AMATYA SUDAKAR]

Amatya regarded the cheetah thoughtfully, gauging the flicks of his tail and observing the expressions that ran across his face. Somewhere inside herself she enjoyed the discomfited moment that took place, and grinned. The whiskers along her maw twitched as her lips rose, but otherwise her emotions were unreadable. The cool golden-gray of her gaze was intent upon him but she was very aware that there was a reason in his presence. It hung in the air between them, obvious and yet the offer was not even on her lips. He spoke again and although polite she wasn’t expecting such a sarcastic remark and an eyebrow raised again, the fur lifting in an arch that was both patronizing and assiduous all in the same, if one could gather that much from a facial expression. Her eyes rolled along his body, taking in his features as she purred in her throat. She was particularly fond of a male that shied in her presence, it made her ego flare in size but there was something to be said for a creature that stood his ground, someone who spied what they wanted and took a chance to get it, even if it meant something perilous. She visibly relaxed in his presence, and her tail waved nonchalantly behind her an indication that she was finally comfortable.

Silence embedded itself upon the air for quite some time before he spoke again, although the savannah wasn’t entirely quiet what with the sounds of insect mating calls, and birds high above calling to their brethren. Nothing was ever entirely silent, but regardless when he spoke she felt it hard to pay attention to little else. He captured her interest exclusively although she wouldn’t admit it given hell or high water. His name was perhaps just as strange as hers, but it rotated on the tongue simply and eloquently. He gave his name in expectance of hers but Amatya wasn’t willing to reveal such information as that right now and instead stood. Her thick back legs lifted her heavy mass upwards, the rosettes along her skin shimmering in the daylight that was available. When his tone had disappeared from the air she noticed the faint sound of rumbling coming from the cheetah, and it took her less than a moment to realize his stomach was growling with dissatisfaction. She had been smiling, faintly, and when she heard the sound her lips instantly flicked downward into a frown. She didn’t like the thought of her company being distracted by hunger. There wasn’t anything unpleasant about Samael; it would be a difficult decision in itself to drive him away just because he showed up unannounced. There must have been some kindness lurking beneath her veins today and instead of being protective of what she had hunted and killed she moved aside, revealing the chunks of meat that remained. It wasn’t as much as the cheetah would need to keep himself going for another twenty four hours, but it would satisfy the lingering need clawing at Samael’s stomach. She nodded her head in gesture of the meat, indicating that he could feast if he wished, but she didn’t speak her name. Instead she moved to the shade of converging trees off to the right and lay beneath them, allowing the shadows to wash over her back. It didn’t do much in the way of cooling her, but it was better than standing directly in the sun. It was unclear to her if he would take her offering, but then again she didn’t entirely care either, his company was nice but not a necessity. This was apparent from her lack of introduction. After a few moments however she sighed despite herself, and threw out her voice from her lips. The tone wasn’t annoyed like she felt, but instead calm and smooth, much like the breeze caressing her ears.

“My name is Amatya Sudakar. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance…I suppose.” She wasn’t inherently grumpy, but that may have been the impression received. Her comment was in no way sarcastic either, and yet the imprints were there on her tone, despite the effort on her part to keep them out. It was clear she hadn’t had the utmost experience at conversation. Amatya cursed herself silently for instead the awkwardness had shifted in her direction. Her expression however was as composed as ever, with the slightest grin present along her lips. Her ears twitched in the wind, and her nostrils flared against the scents that mingled in the air. Soon it would be time for her to find shelter for the evening, and she was thoroughly inviting the thought of sleep. Weariness crept into her bones as her belly lay full and satiated. A nap would be a very pleasant thing indeed. Her eyes didn’t dare close though, for despite being comfortable around Samael she wasn’t naive enough to trust him so implicitly. Her eyes remained alert while her body was relaxed and her tail flicked serenely back and forth behind her.
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[atrb=align,right] FOR AMATYA. 625 WORDS. :'D The cheetah's fur was prickling uncomfortably and the long silence didn't help; in fact, he was fully expecting the leopard to make a show of beating down his pride (if you'll excuse the pun). After all, what kind of big cat let themselves go hungry, unless they were incompetent hunters? It was instinct that reminded him that it was eat or be eaten around here, and faced with the smaller albeit decidedly more muscular feline across from him, Samael's weaknesses were staring him in the face. There was a reason his legs were spindly and his body slim, just as there was reason that the leopard was compact but powerful. They did, after all, have the habit of pulling heavy prey up their trees, something he'd seen often enough in his short lifetime. His stomach going off like that would only prove his ulterior motives for remaining instead of fleeing at first sight, as the cheetah was wont to do. As soon as he saw her expression changing, Samael immediately tensed, perching on the ground to the point that he was no longer legitimately sitting. Searching the female intently for any kind of ripple of impending movement or spawning of intent, he gouged his semi-sheathed claws into the ground, ready to propel himself away at a moment's notice. In fact, as soon as the other moved (a rather innocent nod of the head, at that), Sam bristled like a territorial hedgehog, readying himself to hop up and run like the goddamn wind. What he didn't expect was for the leopard was nod complacently at the kill that she had obviously expended a lot of effort on, making the spotted cat pause and stare for a long, drawn out moment. Then his whiskers twitched as his lips pulled back into a hesitant smile, feeling self-conscious and all the more childish because of it. " Seriously? " He couldn't help but ask, disregarding the fact that he was already slinking forward without conscious thought. The pull of fresh food was simply too much for him to handle and conscious thought was hard to focus and consequentially act upon. Pelt rippling in the sun, he continued moving forward, walking with a peculiar crouch and tension in his shoulders that broadcast his suspicions. As benevolent as she was being to his person, she was still undeniably a leopard and it was only instinct not to trust anyone who wasn't from his own species. Even so, it did not stop him from approaching. With his neck stretched and straining awkwardly as he sought to reach the meat even while remaining at a distance, picking at the meat with far less gusto than he would normally attack food he caught himself. He looked almost... dainty. Still rather embarrassed and promptly deciding to only eat as much that would take the edge off his hunger (because the carcass still smelled unusual for him), Samael glanced up from underneath his eyelashes as the female deigned to speak, tearing off a particularly large strip of meat and swallowing it whole. He nodded lightly, curling banded tail curling around his rump, quite uncomfortable. The cheetah was accustomed to eating in solitude - and quickly, at that, to expect another predator to steal his kill away at first chance. The fact that one such killer was so close by was... alarming. " The - erm - the pleasure is all mine, I assure you, " Samael murmured, digging right back into the food without any regard for manners (though it was very possible that he was ignorant to them). " ... Somewhat odd, isn't it? " The cheetah couldn't help but mutter, shifting his paws awkwardly after swallowing another hunk of meat. He chuckled awkwardly. " This - I didn't expect you to be so... welcoming. "

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In the distance there was some type of deer she couldn’t place, far enough away to be comfortably away from both the felines. Underneath the shade of the tree Amatya bathed in shadows, her gaze flicking from the scenery back to Samael and his dining of her kill. Samael persona, she could tell just from his approach, was much different than Amatya’s. It would be very unlike her to scavenge another’s kill but then again desperate times called for desperate measures. Her gaze lingered on him, watching the way he picked at his meal and mumbled words in her direction, despite food and blood dripping from his muzzle. She hadn’t mused on conversation for long, but now that he offered it Amatya obliged. “…somewhat odd, isn’t it?” His speech meandered into her ears, unexpected but pleasant. She regarded him thoughtfully, awaiting him to finish whatever was in his mouth before he continued again. " This - I didn't expect you to be so... welcoming. " When he continued it certainly wasn’t the speech she was expecting and her ears perked in Samael direction. The large feline certainly wasn’t known for being welcoming, if she was known at all, but did she really look so intimidating that she wouldn’t share a meal with a fellow cat? Amatya shrugged against his comment, figuring she probably did hold the figurine that would expose her to judgments such as those. “Honestly. Neither did I.” The speech that slid softly from her mouth was layered with a laugh as Amatya reflected on her demeanor. Perhaps one couldn’t be blamed for labeling her so; she often didn’t give them a reason to think otherwise. In the heat her bones ached, and she tired from being upright. She was quite relaxed now in the presence of Samael, and could even see herself wanting to spend more time with the male. After all he exuded a type of personality she could get used to, and if he kept on respecting her so definitively, Amatya would have no choice but to enjoy his company. His belly would be full soon, or so she assumed and she wondered exactly what he would do once his meal was complete. Would he stay long enough to chat with her? Amatya thought about what she would do if he decided to eat and then take his leave, and despite Samael being much faster than her, she figured she’d give chase anyways. If anything just to show she was pissed off at his entrance and then quick dismissal. After all, she wasn’t a fucken food service. Her anger flared despite the situation being unchanging. She hoped that her company would not be given in vain, but then again there was little she could do if he decided on the latter. Despite the feeling inside of her changing, her expression remained the same, eyes gazing at the cheetah as he feasted. It was easy to imagine that the cheetah had a family of his own, a mate and cubs waiting for him, but he appearance here if anything proved that assumption wrong. If he had a family to think about, he’d be dragging that carcass back to them if he had too. Thoughtfully Amatya remained in position under the shade, her frame unmoving except for the tail behind her that lashed about in the air. There was no rationale for her to remain here and wait for him to be finished, and in fact Amatya was just as free to leave as Samael was, but something provoked her to stay. The leopard couldn’t exactly pin-point what, regardless the feline resided in her place, resolute in unmoving. hi there! there are 612 WORDS in this post, which is especially for Samael i would also like to say Kinda sucky </3 Sorry! <3. i'm getting my inspiration from TV!

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[atrb=align,right] FOR AMATYA. 621 WORDS. belive me, it wasn't sucky. ♥ Naturally, as per the general thumb rule of his gender, now that his stomach was beginning to fill Samael was beginning to feel distinctly more warmhearted towards his female predator. Even so, he could not help the prickled of unease at being so close to another carnivore - his instincts screeched incessantly at him to just get away, while his sensible mind assured him that Amatya posed no threat. As he ate, images flashed behind his eyes, pulsing in his vision and not making it any easier to let himself fully relax in her presence - they were constant reminders over what the other big cats in the preserve were capable of doing. There had been quite a few instances in which he had accidentally regurgitated his food (almost choking in the process) in his haste to get it all down before it could be stolen from him. These familiar urges were prompting him to gulp down this offered food despite his want to look refined and debonair because, despite his best efforts, Samael couldn't help but think that she would suddenly take back her decision to be so benevolent. He was actually feeling rather... possessive. The cheetah no longer politely chewed his food before speaking - though it had been an excellent tactic to gather his thoughts and decide upon what to say, the ache of hunger in his belly was quickly making him become less tense. Almost as if to enunciate that passing thought, the spotted feline rolled his shoulders upon hearing Amatya reply, chortling along with her and not entirely softly. It was great to know he wasn't the only one out of his depth. It made for exciting circumstance, certainly, but scavenging for food under a leopardess' nose wasn't something he was going to do often. He was fortunate she didn't have cubs to protect, Sam ruminated absentmindedly to himself, else he probably would not have escaped without a good blow to the tail for his cheek. " It's just - Well - " He found himself blurting suddenly, pausing in both contemplation and hesitation. To say he was rather perturbed that he was being so open and friendly towards the other was not a lie and yet there was something that stopped him from just withdrawing and retreating back to his own life without a word of thanks. It would, after all, be beneficial to have a few inter-species friends. Perhaps Amatya could spread the word that he was not a good subject to kill (or eat - too stringy and gangly). " Well, " Samael murmured once again, giving his chops a thorough lick as he retreated from the carcass - it was already shanked of all meat and he did not want to spend his time so barbarously chewing on the bones. He was no hyena. Tail curled around his paws, he determined to finish what he started. " I've spent quite a lot of my childhood watching my mother get chased away from kills that she worked hard on, " His voice hardened slightly, though he determinedly kept his gaze away from the leopardess for fear of insulting her - or otherwise suggesting that his scorn for other big cats included her. That was not entirely true: she had fed him. " Not all of them were hyenas. " He was still, yet despite his best efforts the tip of his tail gave a twitch, telling of his frustration. " We're not built to fight, " Samael explained, giving the Leopard a glancing one over and letting his pelt ripple with alarm as he scented a rush of anger from her. Considerably cowed, the male stuttered a little before clearing his throat and finishing. " So... I suppose I was expecting to be chased away. But thank you all the same. "

[AMATYA SUDAKAR]

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During the time that he allowed himself to speak it seemed he took a long while to convey exactly what he was thinking. Amatya regarded him thoughtfully though, listening intently to his speech and flicking her ears in either direction. She got the idea that others of her kind hadn’t been so pleasant with his family in previous meetings. She gathered that it was an acceptable response for someone who couldn’t entirely hold his own in a fight against a leopard. Her eyebrows arched upward to some degree as she watched the mouthfuls of food he ravaged from the corpse but it seemed that now his belly was full and he turned his gaze toward her. If there had been an inkling of evil inside of her there were about a hundred ways she could surprise the male and attack him within the next few moments. She could gain his trust and use him to her advantage, and when his usefulness was complete, she could kill him, snap the scrawny neck within her powerful jaws. Evil she was not though, and thoughts like those easily meandered through her head and out the other ear. Nothing was so placating as conversation with another feline whilst basking in the shade or that was the forethought right now at least. Later on it could be something much more miniscule that nothing could be more satisfying then, but now Amatya enjoyed Samael’s company enough to call his presence comforting. It was strange how things shifted, and so quickly too. His last comment hung in the air, tingling in her ears as she formed a response. There was something about the way he voice changed when he mentioned his mother that made Ama want to pry, but thought better of it. “You’re welcome…again.” Her voice managed to lend itself a deeper tone than she intended, but it didn’t come off as harsh, just a response. She didn’t pause long though, before her voice entered the air again. “One should expect to get run off when approaching a feasting feline such as myself. You judgment isn’t mistaken, and I am not overly welcoming in and off myself. I guess you just caught me on a good day, Samael.” Her black lips curved all the while she spoke, turning up into something a grin. Her whiskers moved with her maw, as her yellow-gray eyes stared at the male. Of everything about the male that was interesting, his tear like markings along his cheeks seemed to pick up her attention the most. Her gaze followed them from the eyes and down the face, as black as midnight. There was something about Samael that was attractive to Amatya, though she didn’t normally take to the lithe and gangly. Perhaps things such as attraction changed as you aged. Age was always a touchy topic for the spotted feline, the thought of death was always a scary one, a forethought that lingered and never really went away. Yet still she hadn’t taken a mate, or had the cubs that she desired to have one day. Briefly she wondered if time was running out. “Care to lounge with me?” As she spoke she rolled onto her back, revealing the changing color of her stomach as her legs poked in the air. Her tail swished against the dirt, creating something of a mini dust storm. Upside down the feline stared up at Samael, exposing her weakest parts to him in a committal of trust. Her yellow-gray gaze was awkward, as her ears were pressed against her skull and her chops fell upward thanks to gravity. hi there! there are 602 WORDS in this post, which is especially for Samael. i would also like to say I am tired, so I am sorry if there are many mistakes. x__X. i'm getting my inspiration from KId Kudi surprisingly enough