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High-functioning Hellraiser
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 Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 10:14 am
 
The sun set high in the sky as it beat down upon the earth below it. It was truly something the brothers were not used to, seeing as they come from greener and cooler lands. But like the seasons and time itself everything changes, and their lives were no exception to this law. Their family was killed off. Their pride, those who survived the massacre anyway, were scattered like sand in the wind. Their land, now blood stained and tainted, was no longer their own.
“Brother, how long do you expect us to keep walking? Do you even know where we are headed?”
The darker brother seemed on edge as they slowly made their way through the desert. In their minds they may have been walking along hot ice with all the slipping, sliding and falling they had done when they first entered the area. Their paws where not used to walking upon such lose ground, nor were they used to the heat, above and below them. Not to mention the creatures they had run in to too. Snakes, yes, they had seen some every now and again, but none as vicious as the ones they made their home in the sand. Scorpions, the new kinds of vultures they had seen and so many odd looking creatures, they confused the brothers and at times even frightened them.
“Brother? Malaika? Hey? HEY! Are you even listening to me or did once of those birds scare the hearing out of you!”
“I hear you loud and clear, Giza,” Malaika stated as he stopped and slowly turned his head to stare back at his younger twin. “As does every other creature within your shouting range. Be wise to keep your tongue still or your voice low, unless you want a possible enemy to attack us.”
Giza glared upon his brother as a scuff left his mouth. He was someone whom was usually agitated and on edge, but over the last few day his attitude seemed to have doubled, if not tripled, much to Malaika’s dismay.
“I don’t see how anyone in their right mind could hunt, let alone live in this patch of hell. It’s hot. Water is hard to find. Not to mention food! How does anything find anything to hunt around here unless they try to kill a snake or one of those damned birds? What, is everything hiding under the sand? Do the lions and what not learn how to fly out here?”
Malaika sighed and rolled his eyes before moving forward again. “I wish one of those birds would swoop down and steal your tongue right about now. I swear it is your greatest weapon and your worst enemy, if not anyone else’s enemy too.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 11:30 am
“Oh ha ha ha. How-“
“Ssssh.” The grey lion urged as his ears slowly perked, and his eyes widened. “Hold your tongue brother and keep it that way.”
Giza quickly shut up, his eyes looking every which way. What exactly was his brother sensing? All he could see was sand, sand, sand and look, more sand. Not to mention the sky and occasional burnt looking foliage. Maybe the sun had finally cooked Malaika’s brain.
Too bad, or maybe good thing depending on how another looked at it, that was far from true. At least Malaika hoped it was true. He swore he heard the faint sound of another lion, or lions if their luck decided to get worse.
However, the older brother had to admit that his gut was telling him not to stray from the potential presence. Between the options of potentially running in to a stranger who could be potential danger or getting lost in the sand, the danger sounded pretty good at the moment.
Another roar, this time a bit louder, echoed through the area.
“Maybe he should turn in a different direction, Mal.”
“And what, get lost to further cook in the sun? I say we take our chances and investigate. If we’re lucky we might find help, or even a place to stay for a while.”
Giza raised a brow at his brother’s words. Usually he himself would suggest running in to danger while he talked of caution, but the thought of rest did sound appealing.
“And if we aren't lucky?”
“Then I hope your feet are used to running through the sand by now, and you have the energy to run, now let’s get moving before somethi-”
Malaika didn't have time to finish his sentence when something caught his eye. He was in fact right when he guessed other lions were in the area, but he never imagined would could easily sneak up upon them like the night upon day.
Tarik smirked as he slowly strolled up to the pair. He had been out hunting for treasures and other items of use, but he never imagined today he would be the day he would run in to company, or even prisoners. After all, not many wandered so far in to the desert that they could potentially come across the Desert Thieves. Only, those with the wary colors would find their welcome not so friendly…
“Oh please, don’t mind me.” The spotted lion casually started to circle the brothers. “Go on, talk. Before you run in to what? Danger, enemies, companions? Keep talking now! Don’t let me interrupt. I can wait all day if I have to. Just be happy I was the only one to spot you, for now.”
“…And why is that, stranger” Giza asked, much to his brother’s disapproval.
“Well if you really want to know, then I would be happy to show you. After all, as the grey one said, wouldn't it be your luck to find help, rest, or even a potential home? It’s up to you, though. Not many who wander the sand without knowledge of them make it out alive. Bad for them, but good for the scavengers.”
Shrugging at his words, Tarik quickly turned and padded off in what looked like the direction of nowhere. Then again every direction looked like it was headed nowhere. With a bit of hesitation the brothers stayed in their spot before Giza took the first stepped and followed after the stranger. Malaika, however, waited a few moments and watched as the pair started to vanish in the heat before following. He just hoped his gut was right, because they didn't have much choice now. He could only wonder where the stranger was taking them. What could really be hidden within the sand.
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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