Bittersweet Reality
A/N: Nothing is mine except fictional characters. Please r/r and flames are welcome but fanfiction is highly flammable. Cryptic Darkness takes no legal action for flames blowing up in ya face. Whatever...
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The female sabertooth-tiger youth, Sheeba stood alone on a snow-covered ledge. Gazing out at the desserted wasteland of snow and ice. Watching the snowflakes begin to fall.
//Boring...// Sheeba sighed deeply. But her acute nose picked up a rough scent drifting behind her. Hearing the pad of paws against the snow. Feeling low breathes wafting in the silent air...
"Game's up... Whoeva ya are. Lemme see ya." Hestitantly a male sabertooth emerged from the snowstorm. Sheeba backed off slighty. "Ya nat from mae pack..." The male crouched down, snarling.
"What are ya doing in our territory?" Sheeba smiled sweetly.
"Nothing... What are ya gonna do 'bout et?" Sheeba challenged. The male advanced until he stopped inches apart from her. Sheeba's deep blue eyes tried to hid from the hypnotic stare from dark green eyes.
"Bring it on, little female." The male smirked, starting to circle Sheeba.
"Ah ain't little..." Sheeba hissed, ducking into a crouching position. Sheeba waited until the male past her from infront. But her pounce failed as the male shook her violently off. Sheeba landed hard on the ground, sinking into the snow.
"Had it hard enough yet female? Ready ta give up?" The male advanced again, but stopped short of Sheeba. "Ready to start to weep..?" Sheeba held back burning tears. "Let 'em go. Ya so weak, little female..."
"No." Sheeba kicked snow into his face. Quickly rising, Sheeba tackled him, sinking claws into his body. The male blindly yelped. Losing his footing, they started rolling off the ledge. Rolling faster down the slope, hit the ground below. Sheeba flew off the male, spinning into a deep self-made hole. The male collided violently with a tree and started cursing.
"Hey, are ya alright. Ya deserved dat being such e' jerk." The male rose, sheepishly. Sheeba giggled.
"Ya fight very dirty, female." He smiled hesitantly.
"Sheeba."
"Sheeba... I'm Diego." Sheeba smiled sweetly again. "What are ya doing here anyway?" Sheeba shrugged, kicking snow with her front paw.
"Since da "ice age" or whateva, mae pack's been "migratin'." Sheeba sighed. "... Whateva. Et's pretty boring... What were ya doin' here?" Diego shrugged.
"I'm not old enough to hunt... Which isn't fair... So I'm trying to prove myself by hunting by myself..." Diego sighed. "But the only thing I've hunted is you... But ya beat me up." Sheeba giggled. Diego started to laugh.
"Well, maybe next time I'll let ya win. I kinda feel sorry for ya. Bein' so weak..." Sheeba mocked.
"Bring it on, little female." Diego snarled. Both crouched down in fighting positions infront of each other.
"Hey Diego." Diego and Sheeba yelped in surprise. "Diego..."
"... Soto." Diego muttered, venomously.
"Soto..?" Sheeba gazed in the direction of the new scent. A large sabertooth male slided down the slope. Roughly handsome with burning eyes, seasons older than Sheeba or Diego.
"Your father wants you back home, Diego." The thick-aceented voice growled. "You shouldn't be off on your own, Diego. You can't survive by yourself." The burning eyes set on Sheeba for the first time. "Who's this female?"
"Ah'm Sheeba." Sheeba backed off slighty, feeling violated from his firey eyes.
"Get going, Diego." Eyes turned back to a scowling Diego. "Now Diego. Your not a hunter yet."
"... Well... See ya Sheeba."
"Yeah, see ya Diego." Diego started climbing the slope. Throwing Soto, hatred-filled glances, cursing softly. Finally disapearing but not before turning to stare straight at Sheeba, lightly smiling.
"Well female... Sheeba, what's the ice age comming to? A pretty, little female out in wilderness defending herself. Alone..." Sheeba smiled meekly, but her deep eyes revelled fear.
"Aw, don't be scared." Soto crooned, gently rubbing past her. "Where's your pack?"
"Ah don't know." Sheeba trembled. Soto smirked.
"I can tell your not from my pack. Your eyes. Their too deep. Your skin is too golden. Your coat is too silky..." Sheeba began to feel more violated by his words. "And your body. Your body is far too... Beautiful. I'm impressed."
"Please... Please leave mae alone. Ah have ta find mae pack." Sheeba tried to walk past but Soto blocked her off.
"You know, I still need a mate for this season..." Sheeba trembled violently, shocked.
"Ah'm not old enough ta have e' mate. An' ya not from mae pack... Sorry." Soto inched closer. Sheeba waited until the violation was too close for liking. Claws retracted, slashing him across the face. Soto roared.
"How dare you..." A figure lept between Sheeba and Soto. Fangs gleaming in Soto's direction. Sheeba smiled.
"Ah'm warning ya if ya ever touch mae sister again. Ah'll rip ya throat open."
"Bast..." Sheeba yelled happily.
"Shut ya mouth, Sheeba." The beautiful, female adult yelled back. "Ya insane cub. Runnin' away like dat."
"Listen female... Bast. I apologize for everything. But I meerly wanted take Sheeba back to my pack. I presumed she didn't have a pack, wandering alone." Soto bowed gently to Bastet.
"Damn ya ta hell." Bastet hissed. "Get out of mae site." Soto began retreating up the slope. "Sheeba, are ya alright?" Before Sheeba could nod, voices were heard over the ledge.
"Bast. Sheeba."
"Mama." Bast and Sheeba yelled in unison. Another beautiful female raced down the slope, rubbing against Sheeba.
"Ah was so scared, Sheeba."
"Mama." Tears started falling from Sheeba's blue eyes. Devi smiled at Sheeba.
"Don't cry Sheeba. Everythang's fine now."
"Devi." A male resembling an adult-sized Diego slid down the slope, followed by Soto. "I see you found your daughter." A deep, hardened voice spoke gingerly.
"Sheeba, dis es Cronus, the leader of another pack. We have decided ta join together for the migration. We are stronger in larger numbers, my Sheeba." Devi explained.
"If dis is a pack havin' love-crazed males like Soto. Naw way am ah comming." Bastet yelled. Cronus stared back at Soto.
"Soto, we have females in our clan other than Bastet, I forbid you to touch her... Or little Sheeba for that matter." Sheeba behind her mother, poked out her small tongue rudely at Soto.
"Haha." Sheeba muttered quietly.
"Yes sir." Soto nodded, staring murderously at a smiling sweetly, Bastet. //I'll bide my time with you, pretty one...//
"Come, we must return to the pack before the snow starts to fall harder. It is lucky, Soto and his hunters were sucessful on their hunt." Cronus began to lead the trail back to the pack's camp. Soto purposely brushed past Bastet.
"Touch mae an' ah'll kill ya even if ya forbidden ta see mae." Bastet hissed in Soto's ear. Soto laughed softly.
"Oh, you slay me, pretty Bastet."
"Ah'm warning ya." Bastet growled, pushing past Soto, violently.
"I live dangerously Bastet. You will learn to know this. I am not frightened of your mild treats..." Bastet shook Soto off, hissing in frustration. After reaching the camp. Sheeba decided to crouch alone.
"Hey, little female." Sheeba smiled, turning around.
"Diego."
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Like that? Please r/r. Remember what I warned about flames. See ya.
A/N: Nothing is mine except fictional characters. Please r/r and flames are welcome but fanfiction is highly flammable. Cryptic Darkness takes no legal action for flames blowing up in ya face. Whatever...
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The female sabertooth-tiger youth, Sheeba stood alone on a snow-covered ledge. Gazing out at the desserted wasteland of snow and ice. Watching the snowflakes begin to fall.
//Boring...// Sheeba sighed deeply. But her acute nose picked up a rough scent drifting behind her. Hearing the pad of paws against the snow. Feeling low breathes wafting in the silent air...
"Game's up... Whoeva ya are. Lemme see ya." Hestitantly a male sabertooth emerged from the snowstorm. Sheeba backed off slighty. "Ya nat from mae pack..." The male crouched down, snarling.
"What are ya doing in our territory?" Sheeba smiled sweetly.
"Nothing... What are ya gonna do 'bout et?" Sheeba challenged. The male advanced until he stopped inches apart from her. Sheeba's deep blue eyes tried to hid from the hypnotic stare from dark green eyes.
"Bring it on, little female." The male smirked, starting to circle Sheeba.
"Ah ain't little..." Sheeba hissed, ducking into a crouching position. Sheeba waited until the male past her from infront. But her pounce failed as the male shook her violently off. Sheeba landed hard on the ground, sinking into the snow.
"Had it hard enough yet female? Ready ta give up?" The male advanced again, but stopped short of Sheeba. "Ready to start to weep..?" Sheeba held back burning tears. "Let 'em go. Ya so weak, little female..."
"No." Sheeba kicked snow into his face. Quickly rising, Sheeba tackled him, sinking claws into his body. The male blindly yelped. Losing his footing, they started rolling off the ledge. Rolling faster down the slope, hit the ground below. Sheeba flew off the male, spinning into a deep self-made hole. The male collided violently with a tree and started cursing.
"Hey, are ya alright. Ya deserved dat being such e' jerk." The male rose, sheepishly. Sheeba giggled.
"Ya fight very dirty, female." He smiled hesitantly.
"Sheeba."
"Sheeba... I'm Diego." Sheeba smiled sweetly again. "What are ya doing here anyway?" Sheeba shrugged, kicking snow with her front paw.
"Since da "ice age" or whateva, mae pack's been "migratin'." Sheeba sighed. "... Whateva. Et's pretty boring... What were ya doin' here?" Diego shrugged.
"I'm not old enough to hunt... Which isn't fair... So I'm trying to prove myself by hunting by myself..." Diego sighed. "But the only thing I've hunted is you... But ya beat me up." Sheeba giggled. Diego started to laugh.
"Well, maybe next time I'll let ya win. I kinda feel sorry for ya. Bein' so weak..." Sheeba mocked.
"Bring it on, little female." Diego snarled. Both crouched down in fighting positions infront of each other.
"Hey Diego." Diego and Sheeba yelped in surprise. "Diego..."
"... Soto." Diego muttered, venomously.
"Soto..?" Sheeba gazed in the direction of the new scent. A large sabertooth male slided down the slope. Roughly handsome with burning eyes, seasons older than Sheeba or Diego.
"Your father wants you back home, Diego." The thick-aceented voice growled. "You shouldn't be off on your own, Diego. You can't survive by yourself." The burning eyes set on Sheeba for the first time. "Who's this female?"
"Ah'm Sheeba." Sheeba backed off slighty, feeling violated from his firey eyes.
"Get going, Diego." Eyes turned back to a scowling Diego. "Now Diego. Your not a hunter yet."
"... Well... See ya Sheeba."
"Yeah, see ya Diego." Diego started climbing the slope. Throwing Soto, hatred-filled glances, cursing softly. Finally disapearing but not before turning to stare straight at Sheeba, lightly smiling.
"Well female... Sheeba, what's the ice age comming to? A pretty, little female out in wilderness defending herself. Alone..." Sheeba smiled meekly, but her deep eyes revelled fear.
"Aw, don't be scared." Soto crooned, gently rubbing past her. "Where's your pack?"
"Ah don't know." Sheeba trembled. Soto smirked.
"I can tell your not from my pack. Your eyes. Their too deep. Your skin is too golden. Your coat is too silky..." Sheeba began to feel more violated by his words. "And your body. Your body is far too... Beautiful. I'm impressed."
"Please... Please leave mae alone. Ah have ta find mae pack." Sheeba tried to walk past but Soto blocked her off.
"You know, I still need a mate for this season..." Sheeba trembled violently, shocked.
"Ah'm not old enough ta have e' mate. An' ya not from mae pack... Sorry." Soto inched closer. Sheeba waited until the violation was too close for liking. Claws retracted, slashing him across the face. Soto roared.
"How dare you..." A figure lept between Sheeba and Soto. Fangs gleaming in Soto's direction. Sheeba smiled.
"Ah'm warning ya if ya ever touch mae sister again. Ah'll rip ya throat open."
"Bast..." Sheeba yelled happily.
"Shut ya mouth, Sheeba." The beautiful, female adult yelled back. "Ya insane cub. Runnin' away like dat."
"Listen female... Bast. I apologize for everything. But I meerly wanted take Sheeba back to my pack. I presumed she didn't have a pack, wandering alone." Soto bowed gently to Bastet.
"Damn ya ta hell." Bastet hissed. "Get out of mae site." Soto began retreating up the slope. "Sheeba, are ya alright?" Before Sheeba could nod, voices were heard over the ledge.
"Bast. Sheeba."
"Mama." Bast and Sheeba yelled in unison. Another beautiful female raced down the slope, rubbing against Sheeba.
"Ah was so scared, Sheeba."
"Mama." Tears started falling from Sheeba's blue eyes. Devi smiled at Sheeba.
"Don't cry Sheeba. Everythang's fine now."
"Devi." A male resembling an adult-sized Diego slid down the slope, followed by Soto. "I see you found your daughter." A deep, hardened voice spoke gingerly.
"Sheeba, dis es Cronus, the leader of another pack. We have decided ta join together for the migration. We are stronger in larger numbers, my Sheeba." Devi explained.
"If dis is a pack havin' love-crazed males like Soto. Naw way am ah comming." Bastet yelled. Cronus stared back at Soto.
"Soto, we have females in our clan other than Bastet, I forbid you to touch her... Or little Sheeba for that matter." Sheeba behind her mother, poked out her small tongue rudely at Soto.
"Haha." Sheeba muttered quietly.
"Yes sir." Soto nodded, staring murderously at a smiling sweetly, Bastet. //I'll bide my time with you, pretty one...//
"Come, we must return to the pack before the snow starts to fall harder. It is lucky, Soto and his hunters were sucessful on their hunt." Cronus began to lead the trail back to the pack's camp. Soto purposely brushed past Bastet.
"Touch mae an' ah'll kill ya even if ya forbidden ta see mae." Bastet hissed in Soto's ear. Soto laughed softly.
"Oh, you slay me, pretty Bastet."
"Ah'm warning ya." Bastet growled, pushing past Soto, violently.
"I live dangerously Bastet. You will learn to know this. I am not frightened of your mild treats..." Bastet shook Soto off, hissing in frustration. After reaching the camp. Sheeba decided to crouch alone.
"Hey, little female." Sheeba smiled, turning around.
"Diego."
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Like that? Please r/r. Remember what I warned about flames. See ya.