I Am Your [Father] (RAINY)

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[bg=211A12][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] ”speech.” .

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The feeling of bringing down live prey, the chase, was not something Lucifer had ever experienced before, not like this. When he had been fed before it was raw steak, lifeless and dead. The large deer he had chased - not much of a chase, admittedly - was the real thing; the effort had been his, the claws that had ripped into flesh and the bite that sealed the deal where all his.

Now, he lay on top of the dead deer on the side of a hill, the moon shining down. Not the BEST place to make a kill, but still he was very proud of himself. Slowly he began to lick the fur away with his rough tongue, so he didn't choke. It wasn't actually something he'd learned, it just came as a natural thing to do. His claws where sheathed, and he made a mental note to clean him on the way back to the west lands. Now he took a chunk from the steaming meat and swallowed it; by god did it taste incredible. He purred softly, smiling to himself he licked some of the blood off his fur, and carried on eating, keeping himself alert for anyone approaching.

Indeed, being out in the open like this made him nervous, night time or not. It just didn't seem natural, but as he ate, his stomach began to feel full, and that was all that mattered.

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Spheres of crimson briefly were disclosed by thin lids as a generous amount of oxygen was pulled into vast lungs; exiting through rotund nostrils as a silent bundle of carbon atoms afore the scenery was again revealed to scarlet eyes. The wilderness –especially this hillside- was something completely new to the male. He had been imprisoned in a dark cage for most of his life, therefore thieving from him the right to properly acquaint himself with the scenery and seasons. However, he had to admit he was most comfortable here. Now that the sensitive innards of his nostrils had become accustomed to the multitude of previously confusing scents, he was able to receive, recognize, and decipher smells quite naturally..So when the scent of another tiger wafted heavily through the air, he immediately sprung to attention. Ever since his acceptance as Duke of the Northern Tribe, it had been quite a while since he had held a proper conversation with someone. It would be a pleasant experience for him, he decided. And with that thought, he slipped easily from his current perch upon a high-up branch of a large tree and followed the mannish fragrance. However, he still remained in the tree tops --- surprise being his method of introduction. It would be difficult for his opposed to catch his aroma from so high up. It struck him as odd that this particular section of the hillside was covered in trees, whilst the remainder of the area was generally free of foliage; though he did not complain. He saw the male then, feasting on his meal. Leaping quietly from branch to branch, Amoraq crept as close as he could, halting on a limb that rested high up on a tree lining the small clearing in which his company was consuming his prey; about ten feet away. ”Impressive kill.”

[/b] He called in his silken voice (to give the tiger proper warning of his presence), jumping from his roost and landing before him. Even with his unbelievable size, his paws made no sound as they made contact with the grassy earth. The corners of black lips curled in a charming smile as he remained where he was, dipping his massive skull in respectful greeting. ”A fine night for hunting, is it not? My name is Amoraq, friend. What is yours?” A thick Russian accent coated his speech, though –believe it or not- made the words all the more charming. Amoraq quietly noted the larger size of this male compared to Arcturus, though the crimson eyed mascule still had a generous amount of size on him. With that thought, he sat silently and awaited a response.
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[bg=211A12][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] ”speech.” .

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Lucifer's head snapped up from the meal at the voice; an instant reaction. But, he was quickly assured that this new male - a very LARGE male, a giant even larger than himself - was no threat. He didn't know how, but it was as if he'd known him all his life. A very odd feeling but he shook his head before he gave a smile.

”Thankyou Sir.”

[/color]. He smiled before nodding his head ”Indeed it is. Truth be told i have never hunted by myself before... although i doubt you wish me to give my life story.”[/color][/center] He chuckled softly, noticing with a soft smile at the accent - it sounded like his just alot thicker, and this only made something else click in his brain, the infuriating thing of not knowing where you knew someone from.

”My name is Lucifer; it is a pleasure to meet you Amoraq - do you wish to join me? I have but scraps left, however.”[/color]. His own accent was there too, which must have been odd for anything listening.


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