The Old World

Way before the Buildings we live in today. Way before the Technologies we live on today. There was a World so beautiful, that it would put our smoke filled, crime riddled world to shame.

Welcome to the Prehistoric World! But, lets fast forward past the first signs of life. Lets skip the Dinosaurs. Lets skip to when the Furred Mammals roamed this Earth.


Sabre-toothed Tigers.


My Character

Name: Raiden

Age: 8

Breed: Smilodon (Which is what most of us know to be the Saber-toothed Tigers. Another animals were in the Saber-tooth Category

Appearance: Large Male with shaded dark, black spots around his body. His ears are tipped with Black, with tiny spots on the wall of his ears. His Blue, icy eyes stand out the most when in the dark. He has several scars along his shoulders and flank due to protecting his Territory.. Some new, some old. The oldest being one along his chest, which is tinted with white patches.

Personality: Don't let his brutal, and aggressive looks freak you out. Raiden is a kind, and warm Tiger. He would rather make friends than make enemies. Although he will protect his territory when necessary. He is very protective to those who he is close to, and will rip one apart if they are to hurt, or talk foul to them. To put it short. Raiden is a great friend, a Nightmare of an enemy, and a great ally.

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Raiden laid under a large tree, shading him from the beaming and roasting Sun. He was just bored. And nothing had really came up that needed his attention. but, he did want something to come up. Raiden was not one to sit around all day. He was active, and would rather run miles to find something to do than sit around. But due to the Sun, he didn't want be that tired to hunt.

(omg i have been wanting to do an rp like this so bad XD is this a multiple player type thing?)

Yes xD

It is open for all. But depends if more join up.

Name: Helana

Age: 7 years

Breed: Smilodon (also known as a sabertooth)

Appearance: White base coat with silver stripe dapples and occasionally a few stripes on her belly,chest, and cheeks. The stripes have a bluish tone. She is the average she for a female Smilodon and her weight is about (Not the best at this stuff) 500 lbs. She has medium length fur that in the heat sheds to short thin coat. She has medium length claws and a muscular flexible body. She has minor scars on her flank from previous failed atempts on breeding (It was forced). She also has these gold colored eyes with blue specks.

Personality: Strangers: Guarded, aggressive, unwelcoming, and occasionally flirtasios.
Allies: Kind, aggressive. Dominant, tease
Friend: Playful,flirtasios,Tease, protective
Mate: Protective, caring, flirtasious, tease,playful

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Helana was a solitary Smilodon like most of her felidae family. She roamed the hot plains on her own occasionally comfronting allies or strangers. Though her life was pretty normal mating season was rough. Smilodon males from all around would let off their earth shattering roars to attract there mate and fight fiercly. Some would even force mate which happened to her once or twice since she was a stubborn female. She was exhausted and had been roaming for awhile. Her stomach gnawed at her as the smell of Bison stung her nose. Her mouth water as she lapped at her dry nose. Her ears were pointed forward listening for any threatening sounds. Dire wolves would be around towards the evening,but other predatkrs lurked such as the Cave Bear.

Raiden looked out into the distance. He had a pretty good view. Best to be if a another Saber decided to wander onto his Territory. With the size of his Territory, it was a task to mark his scent on places to warn others that they were stepping onto his turf. And Males would sure as hell expect a fight. If they didn't pose a threat, or were knowing to him. Raiden was more lenient with Females. But he would still protect his Territory from them. He gave a wide yawn, his long Saber teeth flinging in the Sun.

He stood, leaving the welcoming shade, and entering the fiery blaze of the Sun. He was just going for a walk to stretch himself.

She finally arose checking the scents again and finding only a faint scent of a cave bear. She was hoping the scent would stay that way. She approached the herd from a good range not looking lr darkng to take in them. Her white fangs gleamedd dimly in the fiery sunlight. She tried her best to show no interest and in a matter of seconds she was running and leaping fangs outstretched as she clung onto a small bison. It was a youngster and bucked fiercly even though it new it would lose. Most of the bison galloped off quickly a stampede flying the other direction. A mother watched decididing if it would be worth saving the young boy. She ran trying to gore Helana only for Helana to use the small babh as a shield the mother goring him instead. She used her hind legs manuvering the baby so each time he would be hit. Only one did the mother gore her shoulder. It was painful but finally the mother gave up catching up with the herd looking back. She ended the baby swiftly stabbing it repeatedly. Once dead she dragged it under a shade tree. She began licking off the fur exposing the soft meat.

Name: Quin

Age: 5

Breed: Smilodon

Appearance:

Personality: Quin is actually very kind, but she can be aggressive when she first meets others.



Quin made her way across the plain as the sun blazed down on her fur. She was a young Smilodon being only 5 years old. She had only been through a couple mating seasons, and she had somehow managed to evade males and unwanted matings. She shivered slightly as she remembered those times. She yawned softly showing off her large canines as she noticed a herd of bison stampeding just below her. She watched them curiously as she caught the scent of a carcass. She wasn't hungry at the moment, but she was rather curious as to who had made the kill. She trotted j the direction of the carcass being careful to stay down wind of them just in case. She noticed an older female Smilodon feasting on the carcass. She laid down where she stood, and began to groom herself as she waited for the other to finished eating to approach.

(Just real quick Helana is actually the age for being classified as an adult. Most of the forced breedings she fought off but they left her scars on her flank)

Helana tore into the carcass her ears flattening as she saw the female watching. Blood smeared her muzzle as she quivered her upper lip showing off her canines as a warning. This was a smalk carcass and she wouldnt get a single bite for all she cared. She may not eat another week or so before she finds and easy herd like that. She snarled aggression peeling off of her.

Raiden's eyes glinted as he saw in the far distance a heard of what looked like Bison stampeding. But from what? But who ever it was, he'd thank them. The Bison was running right into his Territory. He was sure to track and get a few before they left. He narrowed his eyes, looking into the distance, trying to decipher movement in the far distance of what might have made the Bison stampede. All he saw were scattered Tree's in the vast Green landscape. He cautiously made his way to his own Scent lines. What the Bison were afraid of, May be a threat to him.

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Quin bit back the urge to hiss at the female in front of her. She wasn't interested in the carcass, and she wouldn't try to fight her for such meager rations. It was barely enough for the female, so there was no reason to fight over it. She rolled over on her back to show she meant no harm. She yawned sightly as she rolled back over onto her stomach as she regarded the older female in front of her. The female was larger than her, and had a few scars on her sides.

She still snarled returning to feeding on the carcass jntil her stomach was half full. She left some scraps such as chunks of the lungs and brain and bloody strands of meat stringing across the ribs and bones. She lapped at her muzzle as she flattened her ears. A male was near and she smelled it. Though she was one to hold her geound in this situation and she still watched the female. She began washing her paws staying alert as well.

The Male finally got to the edge of his Territory, only stepping out it a few yards. He squinted and saw Two Sabers. He let a small growl rumble in his throat. They were really Close to his Territory, and he did not like it. He placed along the Border. Not taking his gaze of the two for one second. His tail lashing. From the scent, they were both Female. But they still posed a threat.

Her golden dappled eyes watched the figure in the distance her fur prickling. She quivered her upper lip as she arose. If this male picked a fight with her than so be it. She showed the type of aggression that said Your move buster. It just meant ill fight if you fight.

He let out a roar, it echoing throughout the landscape. He did not make a move. There was two Saber's. He may be battle hardened, he may be strong, but he could not take on two Sabers. That was death. He roared a Warning once more, his large Fangs glinting in the Heat and Sun. He was not going to leave the Territory. That's just invitation for another to claim it.

Her ears pinned back she let off her own roar the message clear I do not see what you mean.. I am neither on your territory or challenging you.If you wish to fight i will gladly defend myself. she said her muzzle closed though her fangs on display. They were stained from the previous meal and she didnt have time to clean them off. Though it didnt bother her and she watched in await for his next move.

Quinn's fur bristled as the female continued to snarl at her. She wasn't in the mood for it, but she knew picking a fight with her would be suicide. She hissed at her, but she stopped when she picked up the scent of a male near by. She sat up, and glanced in the direction the scent was coming from. She saw the outline of a male, she hissed as she stood up completely. She really didn't want a fight, but she would defend herself if the need arose. She heard his roar, and answered it with one of her own. It was her way of warning him that she would only fight if he initiated it. She wasn't interested in his territory and she wasn't trespassing.

(Lol we think alike Luna)

He narrowed his eyes. Stubborn Females. They are close to his Territory. He had the right to be cautious. He backed off into his Territory, but he laid down, keeping g a close eye on them both. He didn't care if they ripped each other apart. As long as they did not come any closer than they already had. A small growl rumbled in his throat, watching them like a hawk.

Breeding season was just 3 days away and she could tell. Territorial males watching thekr territories like hawks and antsy females picking fights. She let off a sigh shaking her pelt beginning to groom herself thoroughly. She used her paws to wipe off as much of the blood residue on her fangs before she lay under the tree. She was tired anyways and honestly she found it kind of amusing to see the male so flustered.

He gave a small grumble. Rolling around to get an itch on his back. He then looked at the Bison, who were now grazing in the distance. He chuffed softly. He would hunt soon. But not yet. He stretched, resting his head on his paws. He wished he could just walk up to the Sabers and tell them to back off. But they looked defensive.

(Lol we really do )

Quinn glanced to her right when the female moved to lay down under a tree near by. She laid down as she regarded the territorial male curiously. She could careless about his territory or his territorial attitude. She would probably be moving on soon anyway. She yawned in tiredness, and as a way to show off her fangs. She was a pretty docile cat, but she didn't take acts of aggression lightly. She huffed softly as she felt the sun warming her as she laid there watching the male and female curiously.

(Here is a short faced bear/ Cave bear. We will have a party with him XD

Http://img01.deviantart.net/1df2/i/2012/167/b/c/short_faced_bear_and_saber_toothed_cat_by_deskridge-d53p70q.jpg

https://wolvesonceroamed.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/giant-short-faced-bear.jpg

(I never really got why they are called Short faced... I just say "And this is the Hulk Version of the Grizzly Bear, kids")