Kam cake is spreading across the world fast and is a delicasy in
mexico and south africa. How many more hosts must i lose this way?
why does everyone want me for my body? my Staffordshire Oatcakes and
Carrot Cakes taste just as good...
-Kam

NOT funny! There is no way a cow toothed human is gonna catch this
tiger. Someone is gonna be seriously hurting tomorrow...
-TygrisHawk

Ya know Thunderwolf, for a group that was so concerned when I took on
Axelle this also could be asking for trouble. Just one question though:
Did the kid have to die too?
-Chanur

TW - Zapped is looking very interesting, I'm especially glad I
haven't pissed you off recently, lol. I heard a rumor that Kam was
thinking of baking you into a cake, though. For the record, I have
proof of the baking someone in a cake thing happening prior to this
(heh, sorta)...for those interested, I tossed the pic up in the
pictures file on the tcatgr thing on yahoo

Barney: Oh, my! That picture doesn't look like it belongs on PBS!

Dr.Zhie: Oy...the mystery of why dinosaurs died out is begining to
unravel...later, everybody
-Zhie

>Axelle studied the reflection in the mirror. "Nice", she commented as she
>gazed at the reflection of the Tygra tattoo on her stomach.

Tygra?? Oh, gee, I thought everyone knew that Lion-O was my favorite...

>"Ugh", he looked up, slightly dazed and saw the assassin.
"Sorry", he started crying because a snarl had escaped her lips.
Seeing this she squatted down and extended her paw towards the child.
"Sorry to frighten you", she cooed.
The child sniffled his cries and allowed her to help him up.
"How old are you", she asked.
"I'm six", he replied, holding up five fingers to emphasize the point.
She chuckled a little and raised up one more of his fingers, "that's six",
she corrected him.

My nephew. Nathan. He's always pullin' that five-six thing on me, it's our
little joke.

>Axelle heard screeching tires and looked towards the source of the sound. A
>large white car was approaching her at an impossible speed. She didn't even
>have time to start to react before the car plowed into her and the others
>in the street. People started screaming as body parts and blood scattered
>every where.

::gets up and looks at the ruin of her clothing:: Damn it! I just bought
this outfit yesterday and now some jerk's got their blood and guts all over
it! And I think that insane driver ran over my foot...
::limps away::

>The lion hopped out of his car, looked at it and roared, "that fucked up my
>suspension", he then bolted away from the scene of chaos as onlookers
>gasped in horror.

Better wash the undercarriage good, all that blood'll make things rusty in a
hurry.

Zhie: So *that's* where Barney went after we finished with him in
"Spaceballs!"

TT: So sorry, I'll try and warn you in advance when I send people slinking
for the underbrush again. : D
-Axelle

I don't mind being killed, I don't mind being hunted, I don't mind
being hit with a cake pan.(okay, where the heck did that one come
from?) I DO mind being used as an accessory! Hey Ax, do you have room
for one more apprentice? >:)
-TygrisHawk

And on to part 2..

Ah, someone who respects the power and mastery of the tiger. Did the rest of
you notice how much firepower it took to get rid of me? That was important.
And even though I'm now dead, it took quite a bit to take me out. Again,
were we all watching? Like I said before, this was important. Maybe TW
should send it out again just so some of you get this in your head. Tigers
are not easy to kill. Just wanted to make certain we were all clear on this
little issue. Okay? Everybody? Got it?
-Thundera Tiger

Which reminds me! I had a little retaliatory bit written, Sept 10th, but I
admit that the next day I didn't much feel like posting it. This looks
like it would be a good time to send it. >: ) TT, you might wanna find
some unoccupied brush to slink through...while you work some more on Robin
Hood... (hint hint : D)

Tygris: Sure, I got room for one or two more. Welcome aboard,
apprentice...now watch and learn. And keep up the good work!!

***
The insane lion opened his eyes and groaned. "Wha' the fuck hit me?" he
growled, his voice hoarse and weak. He was lying on something cold and
hard, and wherever it was, it was extremely bright.

"Good morning...or should I say good evening?" a quiet voice said from
beside him. "To answer your question: I hit you, in a manner of speaking.
That German chocolate cake you ate? It had some knockouts in it. A whole
bottle full, to be precise." Axelle, crouching beside the half-conscious
lion, rose to her feet and looked down at him.

TW's head was spinning and his stomach felt as though it had died. He tried
to get up, and failed rather miserably. His powerful muscles felt weaker
than cooked noodles.

"Oh, and the thundranium chains might have something to do with your current
state of exhaustion," the tormentress added, walking over to the table where
she kept her tools. Selecting one, she walked back to where TW was still
trying to get up, ignoring the glowing red chains that encircled his wrists
and ankles. "Lie still, now."

"Wha? You bitch," the lion growled as the human injected him in the arm.
"You're gonna pay for this in my next story, trust me!"

"I'm an author too," Axelle pointed out. "That's how I got away with a mere
tire track over my foot. After my guts had reassembled themselves, of
course."

"I tol' you ya got smashed!"

"Yep, I did. I just regenerated real quick. It was kinda painful, so I
figured I'd give you a dose of your own medicine. So to speak."

"Do your worst!" the insane lion snarled defiantly. "I can take any kinda
pain you deal out, and more!" He didn't flinch as she shoved the needle
into his arm.

"There's all kindsa torture, TW," Axelle said gently as she took her syringe
back to the table to re-sterilize it. "It was going to be an injection of
nerve gas," she remarked. "I am rather pleased with the formula I've worked
out; makes you feel like your veins have caught fire. However, I remembered
that you enjoy pain, so I changed my mind. This is an intense dose of
novocain. You won't feel a thing."

"What? Won't...what the fuck kinda torture is that?" the lion asked,
bewildered.

Axelle turned and her eyes narrowed just a little. "Ever try to swim when
your arms are too numb to move?" At his look of dawning comprehension, she
nodded. "The drug will take effect in about twenty minutes... if you'll
excuse me, I've a few little details to take care of." She crossed the room
and went through a door that her captive hadn't noticed.

Seconds later, there was the sound of running water.

After twenty minutes or so, the assassin returned from the room and (with a
considerable amount of effort) dragged the helpless lion through the open
door. There was a loud splash, followed by a great deal of howling,
gargling and other, less identifiable noises as the door swung closed.

The sound of running water ceased. Minutes ticked by. Muffled noises could
be heard from behind the iron door, but they were impossible to identify.

After almost an hour, the door swung open again and Axelle walked quietly
out, the hint of a satisfied smile on her usually expressionless face. She
left the door open behind her as she departed, and the lights on as well.
This was something she did not normally do.... but then, this was a rather
unique case. She had a feeling she might get a visitor soon... one who
might be more than casually interested in what now lay lifeless in that
room.
***
-Axelle