The Seceret World Of Sonazea (Accepting)

[Emberflame]

Watcher shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I've always assumed it. On the other side of the Sonazea borders, the law of survival is simple: Eat or be Eaten. If it's bigger than you, it's probably a predator, and that's how I still think." He froze. Watchers ears swiveled, it sounded as if the bushes were rustling. "What's that?" He hissed quietly.

[rustheart]

(I realized why we weren't getting many members.  We are on the wrong part of the forums.  It should be here,
http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&board=130.0
Should we move over there and just continue like normal?)

Snow Shoe turned toward the sound, his tail raised.  There was a Vorox there.  Since about 80% of Vorox were male Snow Shoe guessed that the Vorox was male.  He had light tan skin and gleaming red eyes.  He didn't step out, he jumped out, right on top of Snow Shoe.  He bit down on his back, exposing Snow Shoe's inter workings.  Snow Shoe bucked and caused the Vorox to almost fall off.  That was enough for him.  He was able to get his teeth into the Vorox's leg and tear him off.

[Emberflame]

Watcher let out a howl and dropped his rib, his eyes began to shine. A great wave came up from the river right to where the two vorox were, he was careful to aim the wave so that few, if any, drops fell on Snow Show. The other vorox was completely drenched.

OOC: oops O.o I dunno, I personally think we're okay over here. You could PM a mod and ask them to move this thread so that we can continue on normally over there, though that might not be necessary. I gotta go early, busy day tomorrow :/ Good night!

[rustheart]

As soon as the water hit both Vorox let go of each other.  Snow Shoe stood ready for another attack, but the other Vorox stood soaked with his eyes wide in fear and shock.  He didn't do anything for a moment before taking off, away from Snow Shoe and Watcher.

[Pridelord]

Pride thought about this for a while. " An owl huh?.... Well I apologize but I am completely uncertain as to what I am at all." E told Marten, Still trying to figure out things in his head. "what is your name?" He asked, " My name is Pride I believe."

[Emberflame]

Watcher grinned, happy he had been able to save a friend in an unfair fight. It didn't exactly happen often for him.

[Pridelord]

Hi Fire ^^ i never got to talk to you so I just wanted to say hi lol ))

[Emberflame]

OOC: lol ok, hi! ^.^

[rustheart]

(Since I have three characters I will color code them so it is easy for you guys to tell which character it is.  Brown - Marten.  Red - Simon.  Blue - Snow Shoe)

Marten still wasn't sure about this animal but he seemed friendly.  If he wanted to eat him he could have just jumped up and smack him out of the tree.
"My name is Marten."  He said.  His feathers started to poof back up again like normal.

Simon walked into a thick forest.  He felt safer here, he was a Forest Vorox after all.  This is where he should be.  He found a low branch in one tree and jumped up into it.  It was easy with his long legs build for climbing and jumping though trees as well as running.  He spotted the next tree and crouched down for the next jump.  He made it, but had the cling on for a moment before getting his balance.  That's when he noticed that the branch was already occupied by a tiny brown bird.

Marten hooted in alarm and jumped down from the tree.  He opened his wings to slow the fall.  He landed beside Pride.  He wasn't sure he could trust Pride but he was better than the new animal that jumped right at him.

Snow Shoe shook the drops of water that managed to get on his pelt.  Blackish blood oozed from his wound but he didn't seem to notice.
"Thank you.  But now we have to hurry.  That was a Sand Vorox.  They live in huge groups and he'll be going back to tell them about us."  He said.

[Emberflame]

OOC: cool, thx

IC: "Lets move then!" Watcher said. He put down the rib and buried it in the river sand, taking one last, large bite before covering it. Chances were the vorox would find it anyway, but the blood smell would give away thier trail. He hurried up the river, wading in the shallows so as not to leave pawprints.