ardent

going in circles

mikael



Raumr

Felisgarde
King

Expert Hunter (120)

Expert Fighter (160)

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
387
size
Large species
build
Balanced
posts
73
player
Bunni
11-11-2024, 11:34 AM

Unlike the mainland, Raumr had heard rumor that things on the islands were truly wild. Untamed by those that lingered on the massive continent that was Boreas. Inwardly, he wondered if there were felines there that wished for a home. Wished for a place that would provide sanctuary and safety from the cruel world. It was a high hope because he knew that not all cats wanted to belong. Solitude was sometimes better than a family, he wouldn't blame them, but it was in his blood, his genetics, he needed to help, to provide, to be there.

Crossing the channel had been easy. Soaked by saltwater, the massive feline prowled the sandy shore around the dilapidated building. As he searched, he noticed how his stomach rumbled. His nostrils, downwind from where it blew in off the eastern side, took in the scent of burros. A small herd, from what he could scent, enough that taking one of them wouldn't be dire. Slowly, he creeps forward, hunkering down into the grass that lines the dune separating sand from grass, creeping closer to the small herd of burro. Waiting for the right moment, he watches them intently.

Raumr Regalus, the Third
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Mikael

Loner

Beginner Hunter (0)

Beginner Fighter (0)

age
2 Years
gender
Male
gems
13
size
Small species
build
Heavy
posts
2
player
Asena
11-11-2024, 06:28 PM
He had settled on the tiny island for the time. His fur long and luxurious, doomed by the swim ahead if he crossed. He'd be licking salt out of it for months, and look like a drowned rat for almost a day until it dried. It was why the island, bountiful in it's harvest had been a nice choice until he really needed to go. That being said he was out, not exactly hunting but definitely hungry. His nose daintily touching leaves and taking in scents. The tom wasn't about to take on most of these scents alone. Serpent, pig, deer and even bird, the island was cloaked in them. But one, one stands out. A musk, unfamiliar and dangerous in its nature.

His eyes narrow and he goes into a stealth mode. His body dropping and paws taking him in a hunters stalk after it. His eyes catch the sight before him after a few moments tracking. Feline. Large, with a white mane. But were those spots and stripes? Male for sure with a mane like that. His body stays low as he moves to cloak in the long grasses. The lion across the clearing with donkeys between them. It seemed the other was hunting them. A glance to the unsuspecting donkeys and a smirk touched his lips. How irked would another be if someone smaller was able to just walk through the herd? He'd done it before. He moved slowly, uncrouching and out into the light. He moved to be close to the donkeys and hopped onto a stump only to sit and start grooming his paw. His eyes were on the other. Though to be fair he was also interested to see how another feline would handle this. His ear flicked as the Donkey that did notice him dropped its head and went back to grazing. How silly of the creature.

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coded by NachoMumma
Mika is a larger than average(for his breed) Maine coon. Not all of his art will accurately reflect his size. Not all of his art will accurately portray his markings either.



Raumr

Felisgarde
King

Expert Hunter (120)

Expert Fighter (160)

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
387
size
Large species
build
Balanced
posts
73
player
Bunni
11-17-2024, 11:11 AM

His gaze catches that of a smaller, older male burro off toward the side. Grazing lazily with a lame stilt to its walk. Plenty easy enough for him to leap upon and take down without much effort. Shifting slowly, careful not to shift the grass that he hid in too much, he readies himself. The herd of burro are ignorant of the massive beast stalking them. Stomach growling, shoulders hunching, he's about to pounce when a few of the donkeys lift their heads.

Stopping and looking as well, Raumr's amber gaze freezes on the small feline that emerges from the brush. Casual, languid steps take the Maine Coon to a stump in the middle of the herd. Not a single burro is phased by the cat for good reason. The tom was far too small to take one down by himself. A brow of his rises in question. Was this... a challenge? Did this cat believe he would be deterred from hunting just because he had appeared?

Huffing quietly, he turns his attention back to the lame burro. Nestling into the grasses, Raumr once more repositions himself, waiting a few more moments until the donkeys have resettled into their grazing routine. Just a few minutes of distraction, nothing that was deterring for the male. Then, his opportunity was there.

Erupting from the grass once the lame burro had its back turned on Raumr, he raced forward. Kicking up his heels, pushing as fast as he can go, he gives the burro chase. One eye still on the tom, hoping the cat wouldn't get under paw.

Raumr Regalus, the Third
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