Enter: Stripey-Butt

[Zythradize]

Soft padded paws carried a bulky sabre across the grasslands at a leisurely walk, pace showing signs of one not anxious to be at their destination. Zythradize's face was calm, perhaps unusually so for one of his kind; he carried almost not a single trace of anger in him, preferring to remain calm and collected, protective and caring, than ready to jump at anything. He would admit to not liking wolves, but he wouldn't go out of his way to attack one.

As he plodded steadily on, large frame moving with unusual grace for one his size, but of perfect sense for a feline. His soft brown coat was covered in dark stripes on shoulders, neck, and rump, the latter earning him the much annoying nickname of "Stripey-Butt." His paws seemed to be dipped in a red brown, which stretched up along the back on each leg until the first joint it met. He almost seemed to be masked, bright golden eyes peering out from a dark brown mask. Overall, the sabre could easily plop down on the grassland, stay still for a moment, then practically disappear into the foliage as easily as a wild dog or hyena. The only bright colors on him being the cream on the back of his neck, his muzzle, and forehead.

But he didn't plop down, didn't stop, just continued on his steady pace. He didn't have a destination in mind, but, if such an idea was plausible, he did in fact have a goal of where he wanted to be. He wanted to find a packlands. For the past year or two, he'd lost track of how long, he'd been wandering, meeting other species, seeing their ways; peacefully of course. Now, he was returning to the land he was born. He wondered if he'd know any, or if any would know him. He left when he was a mere scrapling of an adult, and now that he was well into his fifth year, halfway to his sixth, he had satisfied his urge to explore. Now he just wanted to return home; he didn't know what kind of home to expect.

[Ximera]

Large paws pressed deeply upon the rather warm pasture, brows narrowed. It was starting to piss her off of all these new strangers wandering in her lands and interrupting her meals. Blood soaked her maw, the large bulky Roumeg and Ironfang blood carried her strength, pride, and mass along. Hopefully no more strangers for the day. Eyes rolled in their sockets as she leaped off a rock ledge, landing in a sprint on the emerald foilage. Still not knocking the wind out of her, she started to sense another stranger. A groan of irritation splashed out from her maw as she tracked the trail.

Stalking in the grass, she lifted, in a dominant pose, tail held high, bulky frame went it's highest, ears perked with pride and no envy, she growled. "State your buisiness or run for your blood." She spat out, snapping her jaws shut with force.

[Zythradize]

Zythradize looked slowly to the side as he hear pawsteps approach. He stared cooly at the sabre before him, showing no fear, but at the same time showing no anger or taking a threatening stance. He shifted in no way to make himself more dominant than the shorter female, the quick lookover of her telling him she held a rank of importance in the pack.

"My name is Zythradize. I came from these lands, some years back. I grew restless here, and journeyed away, seeking other things. Now that I am satisfied in my curiousities, I have returned, hoping that I may rejoin these lands, or the even slimmer chance of meeting again someone I knew in the past." As he spoke, he retained his undaunted pose, showing no sign of annoyance or fright. He wasn't surprised at the force at which the female snarled out at him, and that one act led him to think he dealt, likely, with either the leader or a second-in-command. No other, he would think, would act with such dominant aggressiveness, even to a newcomer.

[Frostbite]

Paws slowly clutched the ground. Blades raked it continuesly, watching the calm saber. Growling lowly, furrowing her brows. Only a moron here would not be in defense. She watched the male, only angered by this. She couldn't help but think why this male would want to join a fierce pride with such a calm personality. She had forced herself not to laugh, almost reclining it as the bubble formed in her throat. Now, she just let out a booming laughter that plagued the pasture.

As he spoke, she put her brows into their normal position. Tail switched back and forth, haunches settled and arched. Rump planted onto the ground, yawning slightly, a thin smirk replaced the angered growled risened from her maw.
"Why should I let a calm stranger into my pride, how do I know you're not planning to over throw me and my pride?" She asked, growling with it.

"If you want to join, you gotta prove you'll fight for Roumeg, and you'll live on just to see Roumeg grow. There is no turning back once you join, if you turn your back on us . . . " She looked at both sides of herself, and over her shoulders. "You die." She grinned. "Show me I won't regret that I let you join. Attack me." She said.

[Zythradize]

Zythradize watched her, face still retaining that cool, collected expression. When she started laughing, his ears tilted slightly back, lips pursing; an odd reaction. When she sat, he remained standing; even if it kept him higher yet than the prideleader, it gave him the advantage if she decided to strike out at him, an intruder on her lands.

"Why would I desire to overthrow you, or your pride? This was my home once, as well, and I have no desire to start a civil war in it. Nor do I have the desire to risk my own life over something I can easily avoid, and that is pointless in my trying, as well." Her growling continued to seem to have no effect on the massive sabre.

He stared at her as she spoke, nodding slightly at her words. If he joines, he would certainly protect the pack with his all; he may hate to fight pointless battles, but he would fight like a demon if that which was special to him was threatened. And the cat was a fearsome opponent to deal with, overly-shaggy coat hiding bulky muscles.

At her last comment he snorted, and finally looked annoyed at her. His voice held a tinge of annoyance and anger when he retorted, "Forgive me, but I'm not stupid. My efforts and energy would be far better spent guarding the pride, not trying to show my strength by trying to kill it. My gut instinct tells me you're the pride leader, and that just adds to the fact that is this: I will not attack you. If you were in danger, I'd attack that which were attacking you, or any other member, but I refuse to attack the pride. Even a direct order wouldn't cause me to budge and cause harm or death to the pride."

[Xim]

She nodded, so, he was smart, huh. She grinned a wicked grin. Paws tapped thoughtfully on the ground. He'd make nice for a warrior. Before speaking she was known to think. The Roumeg blood hadn't seemed to work well. Maybe he was another mutt.

Paw arched on her puffed out chest, tucking them into it. She thought this over a few times, but still having that stern face with that smirk playing her lips. Finally, she decided. "Zythradize, you are very intellegent. Exactly what a warrior would make good for. Are you confused? Don't be. Well, you see, when I said in my stern voice and all about attacking me, I was going to see your loyalty and reaction. If you would submiss in fear, agree to the challenge, or do what you just did. That proved to me, you are a true warrior. Welcome to Roumeg, Warrior Zyth."

[Zythradize]

Zythradize finally sat, though still cautious, when she nodded. Now that he had given his reply, he would lessen his guard slightly, since she didn't seem to outright become angered with him. He waited a few moments, watching her rapidly changing reactions with interest; she was an interesting one, that was for sure.

Zythradize actually smiled at what she said next. He wasn't confused, exactly... it was just odd to have someone come up and say 'attack me!'. At her explanation, his smile grew slightly, and he nodded to her. "I thank you for your welcome, and I thank you for the title of warrior. It is an honor. May I ask for your name?"

He was glad that he had been accepted, and happily surprised that he was already given a title as warrior in the pride. He planned to go to his fullest ability to protect the pride, now that he was a part of it. His motto was that to submit was to surrender, to surrender was to err, and that was unacceptable; unless another packmate could be saved by it, surrender was an immpossible feat to accomplish. To harm another pridemember was of the highest of sins, as bad as killing one's own self; the pride was a part of you, and must be protected at all costs.

[Zythradize]

((bumps?))

[Ximera]

( Agh, sorry. I'll post as soon as I can. )

[Zythradize]

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[Ximera]

For a moment there, it seemed she had flipped out. "What ever." She grumbled, showing back her pride and flashing the fierce ivory teeth that were well abused they didn't belong in the frumpy old's felines grumpy jowls. "Ha? My name? You should have figured it out, kit. Wouldn't you had of heard the rumors? My name is Ximera." She said with no hesitation, tensing her muscles.

Ximera wouldn't gain this male as her friend, nor Holland, nor Nightmayer, not Scionis ... No one, except Javert. She lifted her head, large for that matter, and looked to the sky, scrunching up her eyes... Yes ... Javert. What about Javert? She had known him for a few past months. Flipping back her mind to her iron, self centered, bitch like self, she grumbled. "Get a move on. It's getting late." She turned, and haunched off.