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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 4:03 pm
Vultures cawed, circling overhead. A few had already landed, perched on the dead branches of a tree that appeared to have been struck by lightning at some point or another. Others, braver still, ventured to the ground to encroach upon the leopardess. The only sign of life still in her body being the slow rise and fall of her side, drawing her skin taut against her ribs. Hime didn't care about the buzzards intent on consuming her flesh. She didn't care that her belly was hollow with hunger or her lips dry with thirst. She didn't care if she never saw her sister again, there was no way she could have allowed her twin to see her this way. And she didn't much care if she died, right there in the middle of the savannah.
After all, there wasn't much reason for a feline as useless as her to exist. Himeru couldn't hunt or fight. She wasn't strong or brave. At one point she had thought herself a capable fisher, but a recent realization otherwise was the cause for her self inflicted isolation. Fishing had been her one niche. The only thing that made her worthwhile and now Hime had nothing and it didn't make much sense for her to carry on. At least as a corpse she could contribute by way of her flesh, more than she was capable of alive it seemed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 12:18 pm
Mufasa had spent the morning scouting out this area, making sure it was safe for his klipspringer companion. The small female prey-beast was currently in an abandon den he found near the center of the area. It was odd - a kliprpringer in a den, but he shrugged it off. Clandestin was odd, anyways. However, that was the morning - he'd spent most of the day scouting, and now the sun was setting. Mufasa, being oddly defiant towards nature, glared at the falling sun. There seemed to not be enough time in the day anymore, not for what he was doing - scouting and hunting.
With a small sigh, he lifted his gaze to search for a new direction, one he hadn't been in yet for his scout. He claimed this small territory, it wasn't large, just around the den he'd chosen and probably half a mile around it, but he knew he would travel outside of the area. This place was mostly for his companion, so no others would harm her.
His gaze paused in the direction of a group of buzzards hovering in the sky. Mufasa was ever curious, he started forward, looking for what was dead - nose twitched - nothing reached harshly of death, old lingering scents maybe...? He wandered closer, careful to avoid the buzzards. There were many here, he didn't want to get attacked because of their meal.
Closer and closer he got to the broken tree, he looked at the odd shape on the ground - a feline? The lion wracked his mind for answers... Aha, a leopard. A frown crossed his maw - it wasn't open on bleeding, so the buzzards obviously hadn't been able to open it...
He studied the figure for a moment, before seeing the rise and fall motion of breathing. "Oh Gods," he muttered.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 1:25 am
There didn't seem to be any will to survive in the tiny leopardess, gaunt with a lack of proper care, but little had Himeru realized that she had wandered into the territory of someone else to waste away to nothingness and return to the land. An aching emptiness filled her chest and the call of death whispered in the call of the vultures that had laid claim to her body. She could hear nothing else, acknowledged nothing else. Even the quiet approach and warm scent of a stranger went unnoticed. The droning buzz of flies was almost hypnotic, freeing her from the sound of her own thoughts.
So the all too sudden shift in the atmosphere was one Hime couldn't miss, the voices of carrion consuming birds squalled in protest before taking flight in a flurry of motion and fading into the distance, their meal disturbed by the new presence. Even the flies seemed to dissipate as a long shadow was cast over her body and a voice filled with an emotion she couldn't quite discern, whether it be horror or disgust, brushed her ears.
Oh Gods.
Oh Gods indeed! This wasn't supposed to happen! There wasn't supposed to be anyone here! To stumble across her like this. Hime didn't want anyone to see her, she wanted to disappear unnoticed and fade away like a bad memory, but the unfamiliar voice jarred her body like an electrical shock. Slender frame cringed in horror as she leapt to her paws and wobblingly skittered several strides backwards to place a safe distance between herself and the stranger. Weak limbs trembled with the effort to hold her upright and bicolor gaze remained glued to the ground, unable to meet the unknown trespasser's eyes for the shame and defeat she carried in her stare. G-Go a-awaay!
Trembling voice barked with uncharacteristic abrasiveness though delicate tone carried no ferocity and even without knowing Himeru it was all too obvious that she wasn't the fighting sort. Everything about her shaky stance oozed submission, from the curl of plush tail between her legs to the way her ears pinned to her skull, creamy outlines against her dingy fur.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:20 pm
Mufasa lowered his head to the almost cadaver-like feline that had been laying here for who knows how long - worry crossed his face slightly though it was barely noticable with his dark face. He frowned deeply.
Her voice penetrated his ears suddenly, and his frown quirked downward further, lowering his head so it was nearly level to hers. "Are you sure you wish to die in a place like this?" It was the longest sentance he probably ever said since childhood, but it didn't matter right now.
The light colored female looked sick, close to death - left for dead. He didn't wish that upon anyone, even the opponents he fought, the enemies he killed.
He didn't know the whole story though. This leopardess, he was curious, and worried, and so many other things - he could feel his heart swell and he didn't know why. He hadn't felt such extrensive emotions in so long, he didn't know what to do with them.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 2:07 pm
There's nothing else for me. Himeru stated in a small, but sober voice, her breathing labored by the effort the sudden movement. The leopardess spoke in the small, hollow tone of a beast with no life left in her, filthy pelt drawing taut against easily visible ribs with near silent rasps. Now that she was upright it was easier to take note of old, open wounds from a conflict she had neither antagonized nor defended herself from, not that he could have known that.
Refusing to meet the eyes of the stranger that had stumbled upon her Hime finally lowered herself back to the ground, burying her face between sore paws. She was exhausted, starving and defeated and it pained her to hear something like sympathy or possibly concern in his voice. Pale female had done this to herself, but not for the purpose of causing others to empathize with her plight and so under the scrutiny of unfamiliar eyes Hime wished to disappear into the dirt. Unless you plan to eat me.. you should leave.
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