[ PRP ] Willing and Abel | In Progress |

[Thalion]

**Backlogged to when Abel was an adolescent. **

Three herds of preybeasts, each over fifty head strong. Antelope on the north, zebra skirting the wildebeest on the southern border. They all looked fairly healthy and he'd counted at least twelve young ones. No disease or afflictions that he could see, fantastic. Disease was not something that the En Gedi was closely affiliated with, thank the gods for that. Because of peace's blessing such horrors as famine, plague, and war had never fallen on the pride. Not by the hands of the gods at least...and thanks to the efforts of the warriors huntresses, such things would never come through their borders by way of prey beast.

Abel craned his neck and search the sky. Sure enough, a pair of firey wings circled high above. His beloved bonded, a falcon he'd named Lot helped him in his training. From the sky, he would call down alerts to any nearby herds, any dangers that were to be dealt with, or if they should be avoided. For a warrior, a second pair of eyes was a blessing. To have that pair of eyes over-head was a blessing from the divine.

"All clear! No scavengers. We have one injured in the northern herd- an elder." Lot called down, his voice surprisingly strong for something so small.

An elder? Abel's maw twisted into a grimmace. It was a pity, but if an elder was unable to escape a predator it would bring life to the pride...

"Track the elder." He commanded.

"Right!" Lot dipped his wings and smoothly turned himself about. His wings cut through the currents of the sky like a pair of wings and carried him northward.
 

[Bronze Coffee]

Hunting was something Budek did often. He knew the quickest way to break up the pack, weeding out the hurt or sick ones, or even the elders. He lay hidden in the tall brown grasses that cloaked him well enough, making him blend in. If he crouched low enough even his odd mane and tail wouldn't be visable. Slowly he moved towards the herd. His muscles sleek under fur that was hardly blemished with a scar. Budek didn't waste his time with stupid fights with males who wanted to piss on everyone. No, his time was far to valuable to do that.

Mismatched eyes stalked the elder of this one particular preybeast herd. For it being an elder, it looked like it had a good amount of meat on it; at least enough for one lion alone. It had been days since the khaki male had anything more than a hare to eat. He was just praying to the gods that his stomach wouldn't give him away to the herd or anyone else who might have been around.

Suddenly, he saw an opening. The elder had hobbled away from the herd, probably to get better grazing grounds. However, this was Budek's opportunity. He inched closer, his head poking just above the tops of the grass to get a better judge of just how injured this elder was.

Suddenly, his stomach gave a loud growl and a growl escaped his own lips as it alerted the elder. Damn! he thought, springing out of the grass and started to give chase just as the elder moved. Hopefully this chase ended in his favor. He needed to take down the elder before it got back to the rest of the herd.  

[Thalion]

Lot's eyes narrowed as he powered forward, the warm wind swelling up in his wings and against his broad chest. He drew in a deep breath and scanned the herd below. Gazelle, thin but quick. Abel was destined to be a warrior but he had chosen to test his skills through the hunt. An admirable pursuit, and one that would bring Lot a few choice snaps of food before even the rest of the lions got to bite into the youth's kill.

Something was a miss though... The herd was alerted to something. They tensed, their ears up and their eyes wide. Lot threw a short look under the streamlined form of his body towards where his bonded broke the sea of golden grass. Surely it wasn't him.

He turned his head forward as the herd bolted, their tails tossing upwards to alert one another. Curses! Soon enough, the culprit made himself known. A rogue. A stranger.

Lot parted his beak and screamed out a warning. A heartbeat later he dropped from the sky, altering his course with the flick of his tail and a dip of his wing. Alerted down below, Abel's head tossed upwards.

"Rogue! Roving male ahead!"