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Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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IP: 76.119.110.64
Posted on May 4, 2011 at 04:46:07 PM by Bane

((For Dracana please))

It was a clear and sunny afternoon. The birds where chirping and the animals were out foraging. Traydon and the surronding area was abuzz with life. All the sounds of nature. Except in one spot, that seemed to be moving. Nature would fall silent and then begin again when the spot moved. Bane was on the prowl.

The natural colored Jaguar was stalking his way through the forest, more or less following the river. He didnt really have a destination in mind, but he was restless. He had eaten yesterday and felt no hunger. Course he rarely felt anything. He was as emotionless as a rock, actually a rock probably displayed more emotion then Bane.
Bane was about thirty inches at the shoulder, about five feet ten inches long and his tail was another foot and a half or so. He was well muscled and weighed near 275 pounds. He was not to be reckoned with. He was quite, emotionless, and not prone to rash actions. He quickly thought his was through things, his mind seeing the different paths and consequences. He was a proficient killer and never balked at the kill. Males, fems, children, old ones. If thier was a need for thier demise he became the instrument of it. But he never killed needlessly. It would be a waste, and make him nothing more then a murderer. He took no joy in it, beasts die, he accepted that at a young age. The sooner others accepted it the better off they would be.

As he prowled through the woods he took careful note his route and the anything else that might matter. He was still relatively new and was still getting the feel of the place.
Coming to a meadow he noticed a long dead tree in the middle, it was massive, least three feet across. It was perfect. He slowly walked over to it. Putting his front paws on the base of the trunk he let his sleep black claws dig into the trunk, streching and pulling he carved grooves in the bark. Leaping up he sprawled across the top. His yellow orange coat intermingled with the spots so attributed to his kind. HE relaxed in the sun, but was ever vigilant. His yellow eyes always on the move.

Replies:

-You can't Stop me.- - By Dracana May 4, 2011 at 10:56:07 PM
- :-:\Death's/:-:\Bane/:-: - By Bane May 4, 2011 at 11:14:50 PM
  - -You can't Stop me.- - By Dracana May 6, 2011 at 09:57:29 PM
    - :-:\Death's/:-:\Bane/:-: - By Bane May 10, 2011 at 01:58:41 AM
      - -You can't Stop me.- - By Dracana May 11, 2011 at 04:13:25 AM
        
        :-:\Death's/:-:\Bane/:-: - By Bane May 12, 2011 at 10:01:08 PM
        
        -You can't Stop me.- - By Dracana May 22, 2011 at 01:27:14 AM

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