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Post by Kunabee on Dec 23, 2011 18:35:16 GMT -5
Kunabee
I was distracted, which of course happens with any soul. There are times when you just don't pay attention. Sadly, in such dangerous, wild times it was potentionally fatal to ignore the world around you, even for a brief second. In a brief second, a Falomi could attack, or you could wander on strange lands.
Unfortuanently for me, I wandered fairly far into Ende lands before realizing my mistake. I was somewhere in the south of their border, but the smell made me want to sneeze. When a smell made me want to sneeze, I knew I was too far for my own good.
I cautiously looked around and began trekking back the way I came. Though was hungry and I smelled prey here and there, I refrained from hunting for it. Now was not the time. This was not my pack, nor was this the centrallands. Hunting here could potentially get me killed.
I was thankful, however, that I was not in the Falomi packlands. Or anywhere near them, for that matter. They scared me right now. Of course I heard word of the war; my friend Mahal would never let me go without knowledge.
I just prayed some sense would be knocked into all of us. Mistake after mistake kept occuring from every species, and it was time we learned to work together. I felt a sudden wave of sadnes as I realized the futility of even aiming for us to all be friends.
But never give up, I told myself, and then continued to try and get out of Ende.
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Post by Moon on Dec 23, 2011 19:35:26 GMT -5
Zerich
A silent walk through the brittle tall grasses in one's own company and you find yourself discovering many things. For one, how stupid prey truly is; another, how stupid the loners truly are.
I slowed to a stop, as I caught sight of an unruly gray feline, female by it's faint scent which was slightly masked by the Ende markers. She was very small, but much larger than he, though he felt little intimidation. She looked weary, suddenly, as she turned around to leave the dry lands. I hesitated in letting her go; she had disrespected the border but did not delve further in and she ignored the smells of prey. She must be strong to leave the possibility of a meal alone.
But, I could not possibly leave her alone. Call me bestial if you must.
Pausing only to clear my throat, I spoke to her clearly, my odd over-articulating accent breaking the hum of insects and bird calls. "Might I ask, dear loner, why you have crossed those markers with such oversight?" I asked. My tone hardly suggested at any bitterness -- twas actually quite kind and inquisitive -- but my eyes flashed with a playful brutality for which I was not afraid of admitting to have. Yes, I was going to toy with this girl while I had the chance.
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Post by Kunabee on Dec 23, 2011 19:44:56 GMT -5
Kunabee
I nearly jumped out of my skin as words permeated. It wasn't a lack of paying attention; it was paying too much attention on escaping such an unfriendly territory. The fact that everything smelled like Ende meant that I wouldn't notice an Ende member. Another loner, yes. Ende? No.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, "I got distracted and I was still walking and then here I wa-" I had to get myself back under control. Birds were a personal favorite of mine, and I had smelled bird. I quickly kept talking.
"Here I was, in the middle of your territory. I'll just be leaving. I swear I won't cause any problems." I looked eagerly at him. He wasn't too big, which caused a little thrill to occur in my heart. I loved discovering the smaller cats, since this place was dominated by all sorts of larger breeds.
Not like I didn't like the larger breeds, of course, it's just that, well, they're so big compared to me.
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Post by Moon on Dec 23, 2011 20:14:46 GMT -5
I saw a thrill go through her to see my non-intimidating size, which I did not begrudge her for lack of being able to look straight across at someone's face for a conversation in this country. Often I found myself having a thrill of facing someone of comparable size to myself, but I didn't let that get in the way of seeing anyone as what they were. She was still a trespasser.
"Oh, I know you meant no harm. Sometimes we just.. lose our way, don't we?" I prompted, only the slightest tone of mocking, taunting really, sneaking into my voice. She seemed incompetent enough, thinking she would get off with just that. I continued with a well-meaning smile.
"It almost brings me a sadness to think of having to do something about you. One can't just go around wandering into territories willy nilly and not expect at least some form of slap on the wrist, so to say. It's the principal of the thing, don't you think?" he once again prompted, pausing again to give her an almost malicious smile. He didn't really plan on doing anything harmful, only wanting to get her worked up before letting her crawl back to her central lands.
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Post by Kunabee on Dec 23, 2011 20:26:21 GMT -5
Kunabee
I knew he was mocking me. His behavior, his tone, everything about him was mocking me. However, I wouldn't let him have his fun. I gave a resigned sigh.
"Worth trying though, isn't it?" I inquired, "Always worth trying. But since I'm not going to get off scot-free, what sort of 'slap on the wrist' do you plan to use?" I gave an understanding smile.
Oh no, he'd take no enjoyment from this mockery. Oh man, that bird smelled good...
FOCUS Kunabee, I scolded myself mentally. It wasn't the time or the place. That bird smelled good, but you needed to focus. He was mocking you, and you needed to make sure he didn't enjoy himself.
Period.
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Post by Moon on Dec 23, 2011 20:45:05 GMT -5
I could tell she was struggling with her thoughts staying on track with the conversation. The scent of winged prey was mouthwatering, though little the effect was on myself. I silently thanked my pride for taking such a plentiful land. Her understanding smile made me think perhaps I should relinquish her. But seeing her struggle made ideas cross.
With a residual smile I disappeared for a moment, leaving swaying stalks of grass in my wake. But I quickly returned, but not alone. In my maw lay a newly killed bird; robin, I perceived. It's taste and scent caused a stirring in my not nearly full belly, but I refrained and lay it down at my feet.
"I dare say you are hungry." It was a statement, said almost like a question. I would say my tone was confusing in that it had an inviting and kind pitch but also that same mocking tone. I licked the blood off my lips, closing my eyes in the savory moment. Taunting the girl with what she couldn't have and what was mine by rank.
No telling where I was going with this.
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Post by Kunabee on Dec 23, 2011 23:27:42 GMT -5
Kunabee
I did my best not to look and smell at the bloody robin. "Please," I said meekly, willing to admit my many faults, "Either eat it or give it to me. I cannot focus, and the joy you take from this awful torment cannot be given. I don't know why you think it right to torment anyone, but say what you will and then be over it."
If he didn't get the robin gone soon, I'd start trying to claw off his ears for it. And that would be bad.
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Post by Moon on Dec 23, 2011 23:58:08 GMT -5
Once again I just smiled at her as a ran my claws gently over the kill. The look in her eyes had me a warm feeling in my stomach, filling the remaining emptiness. I hooked one claw into the flesh of the robin and swung it for a moment, pondering what to do with it. "Are you sure? I find the smell of prey to clear my head and put me in a more.. hunting mode." A soft chuckle escaped my maw as the robin swung from it's wing, the eye of it staring blankly at the girl.
The air around us was beginning to get heavy with scent as the robin became slightly colder. I breathed in deeply and let out a satisfied sigh. "Mmm... clarity."
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Post by Kunabee on Dec 25, 2011 17:17:58 GMT -5
Kunabee
Stay strong, Kuna, stay strong, I admonished myself, looking at something - anything else. Sight would be my dearest friend right now, for I could look away - I couldn't control the smell and the noise.
"Good for you," I said softly, not sure what else to say. Clarity for him, and possibly my destruction.
The robin smelled very good, so good that I swear his ears were going to come of if he - or myself - didn't get a grip ssoon.
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Post by Moon on Mar 9, 2012 16:50:11 GMT -5
This girl really was no fun. Her hunger pains showed clearly on her face, but she did little that was truly interesting. I was growing tired of her, the bird still warm and swinging from my claws.
Almost frustrated, I lifted with other paw and tore the bird in half, decapitating it's wing and letting a new stream of blood and juices leak onto the ground, soaking it with carnage as I let both pieces fall. The earth greedily sucked up the cold blood, longing for anything to salvage it's plant life. I looked back up to the small child before me, really only slightly younger than I, by the looks of her. I had aged with my coming knowledge and loss. My maturity had come to define me in that I probably knew more than I should.
"Look at me when I speak to you," I warned, my voice still light though the underlying tone was a hiss. "Do not be rude.I know you are hungry, and by the looks of you crave this winged beast at my paws. So hungry? Then eat. Leave when you are done." I told her, tail flicking irritably as my mood changed swiftly to one of a child annoyed by a game refusing to go his way. I remained where I was, though, a smile creeping up as I took a glance at the mangled bird, humiliating in it's pitiful size and covered in dirt. Already, two flies buzzed at it's head.
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Post by Kunabee on Mar 27, 2012 14:43:32 GMT -5
Kunabee
I looked up at him at his harsh words, my ears pushed back against my skull. Sorry, I thought but did not say. And then, at last, the words I needed to hear.
I gave him several nervous glances, and then started to devour the robin. I made sure to bat the flies away and scrape off a little of the dirt, but it was gone soon.
Much, much too soon, but it was certainly something. At the very least.
"Thank you," I murmered, and then crept away. I dared not turn my back on him, but I walked sideways as to get across the border. As soon as he left - or started to leave - I would run.
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