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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:13 pm
 This is the private journal of Dante and his owner, ladyumbra. Please respect the rules the journal owner has laid down!
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:24 pm
Contents and Rules
1 Wasteland post
2. Contents and rules
3. All about Dante
4. milestones
5. Other Hyenas
Rules
1. Do not post here without permission.
2. please don't ask me for Dante he's not for sale.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:38 pm
Name// Dante
Appearance// white body main body fur with creamy yellow and orange swirls.Green eyes and a tanned fur just above them and coverign the rest of his face.Tanned and white legs and tanned tail with black stripes
Likes// A challenge and new things.
Dislikes// havign to abide by the boundries of the toxic areas.
Personality// Cocky Dante is always up for a a bit of fun envolving a wager , when encountering other he may challenge them to a race or a game of seeing who can hunt down a meerkat first. Curious he will often ignore the rules of safety he knows by heart in order to investigate soemthign new.
RP Color// orange
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:21 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 5:46 am
As Dante watched the gazelle hobble about he thanked his ancestors for this gift. He was starving and every time he had chased after prey they had escaped or driven him back. Now as he grew nearly too weak to hunt this creature was presented to him. It was neither old nor young but in the prime of its life. Dante had watched it for hours noting that its inability to flee with its herd came from a damaged leg and not sickness.
Thus he lay crouched in the tall grasses waiting patiently. the wing blew in his favour masking his scent as his prey came ever closer. While he had never hunted anything so big on his own he felt that this could be done he was young but it was injured and alone.
Slowly ever so slowly it hobbled into his range. ears flicking about nervously. It started at the sound of Dante rising but it was far too late for that. He lunged for the neck attacking from the uninjured side forcing it to the ground unable to support itself. As he teeth punctured skin and drew blood he knew he it was over. If it threw him off and rose he would be able to chase it down again and again. His first solitary hunt and his first big kill, Dante was moving up in the world and he was doing it alone.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 7:07 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 7:27 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:39 am
Sleep was Ok as far as Dante was concerned. during sleep though your body is weary and resting your mind can still be active. In his dreams Dante romped through the water with his siblings splashing about playfully. There was no fear or suffering no hunger or thirst only unending contentment. in drams Dante was but a cub who had no cares or concerns.
However upon waking Dante was an independent young hyena struggling to survey on his own. some nights he froze laying aloe on the open grassland. some days the buzzards followed him as if waiting for him to die. Waking time was a constant trial for Dante but he was persevering. Each day he got stronger and gained both muscle and character. sleep was refuge but Dante never tarried in dreamland , never backed down from the next day's challenge.
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