Dagger, Jamal

Two tigers, one a huge Siberian, and the other, a smaller Bengal tiger of white hue, trekked into the canyon.
Dagger, the Siberian, flicked his tail as he leaped up onto the first rocky ledge, his nares quivering to take in all the new scents. They were of both winter and numerous wolves. Too many wolves. The scents penetrated through Dagger's thoughts and killed his senses. Not enough variety around here...
Quickly turning to see a large snowy cave with darkness inside, he picked up a powerful run and reached the opening in less than a few strides of his bushy legs. He was followed by the smaller Bengal, and they both entered the cave.
"I guess we'll be staying here... I don't smell any recent humans." he stated with a wide yawn, tired from the past happenings. It was only a day or two since the tigers had escaped humans, after being brought from over the seas and meeting each other shortly after arriving to the valley. While both were meant to be in the zoo, they luckily got away. Lucky for them-- bad for the ones who crossed their path, human and animal alike. They actually weren't too aggresive overall, but extrememly wary and always raring for a fresh meal.
Anything would do for them, including those of the wolven kind, though they often tried to avoid meals of other carnivors. But if they were hungry enough... You get the idea.

After Dagger had curled up into a giant heap of thick, massive fur between two big boulders, Jamal stayed closer to the entrance. He was sitting back on his large haunches, pelt appearing to bulge as he scrunched up a bit. A sigh was emitted from his lean muzzle. He wasn't tired, he was just getting warmed up.
Lowering down onto his belly, he laid there, light blue eyes scanning the canyon and valley below; alert, and always watching.

Wasteland

Turn and Tremble, Be Judgemental, Ignorance to all the symbols

He was massive for a siberian tiger, and his white pelt was stained with crimson blood both his own and a cogars and wolvens. He had gotten away from them all, after trying to catch a wolf for dinner, and now he was here....

Suddenly, the scent of other tigers drifted to his nares and his eyes slitted dangerously. Cautiously, the massive male followed the scent upon where he came to the cave. His eyes locked onto Dagger and a soft growl escaped him. He had been seperated from the other tigers at the zoo for his hostile personality, but he didn't mind that now. It only meant that he could be free, roam as he wished. His eyes locked onto Daggers and he glared harshly into the other tigers eyes no words spoken from his frame.

Jaws shut tightly together, his thick limbs lifted his huge form up, and he turned to start out of the small cave. His own eyes became nothing more but mere slits, with the light blue shining from the middle. His pelt was turning from it's usual orangish and white coloration into shading white for the cold winter months. With a deep rumble, Dagger then took a seat right in front of the cave, looking over the other Siberian, sizing him up. Not words would come from Dagger, that was for certain. He wasn't much of a loudmouth for strangers-- or at least tigers that deemed silent. His own eyes glared back with a sense of pride and domination, along with that bit of anger and mischief. Anger topped the chart these days.

The smaller white Bengal only sat there, lowering his large head as Dagger revealed himself from the shadows of the cave. Something seemed out of place here, Jamal could sense it well. Once Dagger took a seat nearby, the white tiger lifted his muzzle once again, with his long hackles raising upon his lower neck. They were a team, and would forever stay that way. So if one got caught up in something, the other went along.

Wasteland

His hackles raised as well, as he glared hard into the siberians eyes. His massive build is what kept him alive these days, anger building inside of him....No. They were one of his kind, a tiger like he. He had to treat them with respect, respect that they to deserved. As he sat down, his tail thrashed behind him, a bloody mess from a wild pig that had gotten him while he was fighting with a cougar, Namir. His auds pinned back and as he spoke, it seemed to surround the others and his prescence was dominating and full of hate "You two, you were not at the Zoo. Where is it that you came from?" He himself had come from India, and then transported to Russia and set loose, then to here. A confusing schedule, yes. But now, he was free to roam the lands once more.

Dagger & Jamal

Dagger continued to stand there, and his hackles raised defiantly as Wasteland's own raised. But then he caught sight of the other tiger sitting, and he took his seat on his large haunches. Tilting his head slightly, but his eyes still dark and daring, he licked his chops. Blood? That reminded him-- they hadn't gotten anything to eat yet.
"I came from a far place called China. He came from India. We were captive over there to humans and shipped here for the zoo, but we luckily escaped." he stated, narrowing his eyes. His tail flicked, lashing at the ground behind him.

Jamal continued to sit there, not wanting to start in on this conversation. With a wide yawn, he turned and laid down, curling up slighly, but more stretched out.

Namalt

The young feline caught wind of the three males, and her curiosity was quickly peeked. Unlike her larger sister Adulthi, Namalt was more the size of her mother- a snow leopard. Her coat was a perfect blend of her leopard and cougar parents, with a thick fluffy coat that outshown the cougar, but wasn't so bulky as the leopards. Of her three siblings, she was the perfect blends of both breeds. And unlike Adulthi and most hybrid big cats, Namalt was not steril.

Not that she was completely interested in kits of her own at the time, for she had passed her first birthday not too long ago. It was mainly curiousity and a slight desire to 'flirt' that drove her to investigate the three big males. Besides, she had to scope out the potential bachelors, right? Right.

The female padded quietly along a ridge until she finally came into sight of the three, having an apparent face-off of sorts. Whatever they were doing, it didn't look all that friendly. Perching herself on a prominant outcropping, Namalt settled back on her tawny, rosette-covered haunches and observed the three.

Wasteland

His eyes seemed to glow with over bright life and he said in a soft tone "Lucky for the two of you. Watch your step around here, friends. The humans are on the hunt for all the creatures that escaped the Zoo, including I." His eyes shifted and fell upon the form of Namalt. Massive tiger stood, white pelt shimmering in the falling sun as he eyed the hybrid feline with dangerous curiosity. They always say, Curiosity killed the cat. Perhaps Namalt was no different for walking right into the Lions Den.

Dagger & Jamal

Dagger at first hadn't noticed the hybrid feline, since he was keeping his eyes on the other Siberian. "Oh, but tigers aren't exactly the easiest animals to take down." he stated, snorting. He hadn't even ever been to this zoo, and already there were humans on the loose to catch them? Figures.

Just then, Jamal's eyes landed on the hybrid. He began to stand up slowly, his auds flicking, eyes curious. He gave another yawn, and waltzed over to Dagger, before stopping to just stand there.

Wasteland

His laughter was soft and smooth as he replied to Daggers words "With one swipe of a paw, they are down and begging for their lives. As long as they don't have fire sticks, you are safe." The fire sticks were of course, guns, but he didn't know their technical term. His eyes remained locked on Namalt, replying to Dagger. He turned back to face the other large siberian and smiled darkly. "My name is Wasteland, and you?" He asked.

Namalt

There was almost a sly, coy look in her light as she recieved the looks from two of the cats. Namalt remained poised elegently on her rock, observing the trio as she noted the change of their conversation, if olny just slightly. More informative, and less hostile, perhaps?

Although the question didn't seem directed at him, the hybrid decided to announce her presence further, "My name is Namalt, for anyone interested in hearing." She gave Wasteland a long side glance before focusing on the other two.