Post by ferabird on May 28, 2007 7:24:05 GMT -7
Ah- the Euclides Theater. The monument to their kind- and safehouse to the castless. How many came to this majestic building seeking sanctuary? Perhaps they sought shelter from the attacks of the amuni as they grew more aggressive, or even those predatory tendencies of their own kind- for some types were crueler than others. More came here to dally, or seeking a cast to join. Camerjon came for none of these. He was content.
The cougar was a challenge, be it to those who would attack him, conscript him, or persue his tenderness. The feline thought himself above the petty wants and needs of those who toiled day in and out, maintaining himself upon his honeyed tongue alone. Oh- his face might have been hideous, but thus was his curse and his burden. He took delight in defying the stigma of ugliness, charming those who's paths he happened to cross for the mere whim of the game.
For the moment the great feline was taking simple pleasure in the company of his pet... his little Panthere. The strange little creature had made herself completely and devotedly reliant on the larger euclides, eating gobbets of rotting meat he saved as treats for her from his own kills. This was such a time as he deigned to 'dirty his hands' calmly demanding absolute submission for the little creature before rewarding her with a hunk of meat the size of her head and a spoken approval.
"Ah- such a lovely girl." he practically crooned, setting one massive and heavily-clawed paw upon the di as she rolled over to bare her tender belly. It was a more primal show of weakness and submission, and he so loved pinning her there until she began to squirm in discomfort. This was one such case, even a quavering squeek offered up pleadingly by the little beast. It was with a deceptive kindness that he shushed her, the whisper of breath almost lovingly uttered....
"Such a good, quiet girl." he encouraged, holding the poor little scavenger upon her back until she silenced herself and gave up her mild struggles. Tormenting his little Panthere brought him such joy, and he rewarded her compliance with a meal.
The cougar was a challenge, be it to those who would attack him, conscript him, or persue his tenderness. The feline thought himself above the petty wants and needs of those who toiled day in and out, maintaining himself upon his honeyed tongue alone. Oh- his face might have been hideous, but thus was his curse and his burden. He took delight in defying the stigma of ugliness, charming those who's paths he happened to cross for the mere whim of the game.
For the moment the great feline was taking simple pleasure in the company of his pet... his little Panthere. The strange little creature had made herself completely and devotedly reliant on the larger euclides, eating gobbets of rotting meat he saved as treats for her from his own kills. This was such a time as he deigned to 'dirty his hands' calmly demanding absolute submission for the little creature before rewarding her with a hunk of meat the size of her head and a spoken approval.
"Ah- such a lovely girl." he practically crooned, setting one massive and heavily-clawed paw upon the di as she rolled over to bare her tender belly. It was a more primal show of weakness and submission, and he so loved pinning her there until she began to squirm in discomfort. This was one such case, even a quavering squeek offered up pleadingly by the little beast. It was with a deceptive kindness that he shushed her, the whisper of breath almost lovingly uttered....
"Such a good, quiet girl." he encouraged, holding the poor little scavenger upon her back until she silenced herself and gave up her mild struggles. Tormenting his little Panthere brought him such joy, and he rewarded her compliance with a meal.
I totally didn't even notice this until now!! I'm so sorry, who was I replying with again? XDD]
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