Where Angels Fear To Tread (all welcome~)

[Wigmin]

The hazy sun refracted in gentle beams through the steady rising mist of the morning jungle, the dense wild vegetation snaking into the air, wrapping around each other and fighting for the light, though in such perfect harmony. The silence was broken by the beautiful song of the morning bird life. That and the steady rustle and tap of something passing from tree to tree, high above the ground. Every movement sent a perfect shower of petals and leaves to the far distant earth, like confetti for a tainted wedding. Though everything was so beautiful, it was deceptive. As the one high in the trees knew all too well.

The creature was jet black, silhouetted against the morning light as she paused, her claws catching her as she steadied herself on the narrow branch, judging the distance, and the jump, onto the next branch. Her body was lithe and agile, her head fine and her keen eyes a stunning bright amber. She sniffed the air, raising a scarred paw just a fraction from her balancing point, and she leaned back just a little, her long tail almost parallel to the ground as she took her first, and only chance at the terrifyingly high jump, soaring through the humid air and clinging to the next branch, her claws raking through the bark until they caught, and she clambered into the branches, snaking further up the tree trunk.

She was as good as silent, trained only by herself yet trained to almost perfection. Though of course, no-one is perfect. She felt her head contact the furthest canopy of leaves, and broke through into the unfiltered sunlight, blinking painfully as she surveyed the vastness of the jungle. So beautiful, so wild and so dangerous. Demons would lurk where angels fear to tread, but where was the fun in being angelic? Rook took her chances. Each leap was a leap of faith, and each turn she took in life was a mystery. However, this morning was too perfect to waste. The ground would wait for another day, but the light through the leaves, the gentle beat of the sun as it picked up it's peak time radiance, the beautiful green light that fell from heaven through the leaves. It couldn't be missed. Not ever.

[Vinsira]

The crushing of plants rang out, rhythmically in tune with each paw crushing into the landscape. In the painting like landscape surrounding her, it seemed it was the only place she belonged, or even seemingly fit in. Every brightly colored exotic flower down to the various shades of green put into the countless leaves sported the oddly colored cat. The beauty surrounding her still was a deceptive mask, hiding the dangers lurking within this forest.


Coming here always enlightened the solitary jaguar. Here, the small prey was endless, and her sense of adventure that rarely came up was in full swing. This is where she belonged, and the opinion would be more then hard to remove from her mind. The cat was different shades of violet, her underbelly and mostly the tip of her tail was a light purple. From her inner ear shone a light pink, matching the ruffle of pink fur protruding from her chest. A green light lime circle spread across the female's back, while the rim of her tail was a sea foam green, along with her hair like mane covering her right eye. They were tipped with a light purple, blending with her fur perfectly.


But this fur was the one reason she was so easily reached by her emotions, the reason she kept mostly to herself, the reason she was a loner. everywhere she went, the same hurtful scenario repeating itself. she was rejected, just because she had violet fur, because she had the cursed " Tainted Blood". Obviously, the insane jaguar had spread the legend he created about her coat. That insane retard. The very though made the jaguar, Vinsira, shake her head. Her father's brutal murder still disturbed her, images flashed through her mind but she shook them out. They kept coming. Vinsira growled, eyes searching the ground for any small animal to distract her from the painful flashback.



The violet jaguar began to slink up a tree, searching for anything that dared to come into the rain of rays in the area. There it was. A small rabbit, but no matter the size, it distracted her. Silently, she slinked up the branch, the leaves barely admitting a rustle. Leaning back onto her haunches, she prepared to leap. The rabbit hopped closer. Now. Vinsira flung herself from he tree, the poor creature not having a chance of escape. She landed on top of the rabbit, the neck instantly broken. The death was quick and instant, the jaguar did not enjoy having to kill the thing. It was a waste of time, this way was much easier. She began to eat, hunger finally getting satisfied. A rustle made her stop, and she raised her head. Silently, Vinsira sniffed the air. Two. Two others were here. A low growl erupted from her throat, and she picked her prize up using her jaw, as she switched to her feet.

[Seawater]

Khoma's small body flickered through the dappled shadows of his domain, the floors of the jungle. He layed low to the ground, blending in with the layer of dead leaves perfectly. Smiling to himself hi looked up to see the most oddly colored leopard he had ever seen. Smiling to himself he called to her, "Hey! What ARE you doing up there?" A small thrush was startled by his call, it couldn't see him in the depths, and flew out. Quickly he pounced on it, dispatching it quickly, the small cat turned his head back to her. Waiting for an answer as he ate.

[Wigmin]

Rook paused, flattening to the branch she had so recently found herself upon as the low growls and hunts of others far below reached her ears. Pressing her body to the branch she span about the trunk, her golden amber eyes peering through the leaves as she slunk towards the ground like a soft black snake, her tail flicking from side to side behind her. She paused, a good few feet above the two, her ears flattened against her head, eyes narrowed to get a better view of who stood below. Her sights fell on the most unusually coloured creature, and a companion, both of them on the hunt. Obviously it was not just herself who felt the morning hunger. The insociable beast that she was, Rook remained in her tree, ever silent, ever watchful of the creatures below her.

[Vinsira]

(Vinsira is a jaguar)

As the small cat spoke, the jaguar stared back at him. Would she answer? Of course, no. Strangers were untrustworthy, she had to learn that the hard way. But, she must admit, she probably should reply. "..Food..." She muttered. Not a very interesting or fitting reply, but at least the cat had said something. Vinsira stood, watching the newcomer with curious eyes.

[Seawater]

Khoma straightened from his crouch, "Okay then. Want some help?" He was only being curtious as he had just eaten. Kom moved out of the shadows and a glare of yellow eyes caught his attention. "Yo." It was short and simple, to the point, obviously the panther didn't want to be caught from her lair.