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Aza
« Thread Started on Apr 22, 2006, 9:21am »

Name - Aza (Means powerful

)
Age - 4
Breed - Africanis
Personality - Quite patient, and almost always calm in all situations to come, but indeed has a deadly side. Always thinking, never leaping to conclusions, and looking in every possible angle of anything that comes to mind. Not much a sense of humor, or one to smile, or even admire anything else than the earth Az'd walk upon. Yet when negetivity on another's part hits 'er, conflict shall begin.

Sample Post -

Mitts pounded the compact terra, tongue rolling 'out 'er mandible as rack mercilessly heaved. The hunt had began, and this time, as always, she was flying solo.
Lapine blood came quickly to the core of 'er nostrils, the ambition and drive for bloodlust growing rapidly in every pounding movement that came between her, and her guardian- the earth. Auds pinned back as the whispers of the terra came to 'er, exposing every move applicable, exposing every secret of the creatures that walked this earth. It was time to dance with death, and so it began.
Mandible snapped, enamels baring best they could, nearing the rear of this small meal. Everything through mind seemed to last centuries, but in movement it all came as a split second.
Anon, the prey's time to pass on to the next life had come, and 'er bag's time to consume 'ad also come. Bitch had become slightly more ribby than usual, this perhaps being the lack of food in the area, or her capability to ignore hunger. Either way, now was now, and looking upon any second of the past seemed pointless.
Vultures 'ad scanned the nearby perimeter, progressively moving towards the fae. The hell with it, let the vultures have something to eat, for they are too, my brothers, and I no longer need to finish what is left of this prey.
But as the vultures wheeled into the side, they had begun a small attack at the flesh wounds that 'ad been inflicted by a two-legged the day before.
And in moments, not a single bird stood, nor would it fly ever again. Crimson liquids dried hard on to anything within ten meters. And, out of respect for the beasts, for it truly was not their fault, she did not leave them to rot- Instead, she left them to be as a meal, for her, and the leftovers, for the earth.

{Bleh, my worst post ever. Hope that's acceptable, it's just I have to go soon xD Sorry about the icky post }
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