"Touched the shores of Bahari,
had my fill of sea and sand.
Slaved away under the hot sun,
way down in Firekin lands.
Turn the pages,
diff'rent stages,
livin' the book of my life."
Revu's voice echoed and bounced as he sang his self-written song, walking in beat with the music. He bobbed his head, grinning away as he continued his way up the mountainside. He, like many others, had decided to answer the call of the Mlima Tuokoa in their need for furs. Revu had a good, kind heart, and wasn't about to refuse a brother or sister in need.
However, his catches were a bit... skimpy. Well, most of them were, anyway. The flayed hides of two genets were draped around his neck like a shredded scarf. They may have been fitting for a drifter like him, but to present to a pride in need of them, it might as well have been a slap in the face. Still, he did mean well, and it's not like he was trying to mock them in any way! He just wasn't a fighter, is all.
The plain brown male pulled himself onto a snow-kissed ledge, breathing in the sweet mountain air. It was intoxicating, to be up here above the clouds and the rest of the world. He continued his song, enjoying the chorus that echoed milliseconds behind him.
"In the valley o' the Mistweavers,
washed my sins away.
Fought the Stormborn's Reavers,
lived to see another day.
Turn the pages,
diff'rent stages,
livin' the book of my life."
As the echos died down, Revu just stood atop the rocks, surveying the sight before him. The sky was such a deep, intense blue, it made him go slightly dizzy. How could anyone not want to stay here all day and just watch the world go by him? Except for the scarcity of food, and the fact that it was pretty nippy. He looked down the sheer drop before him, and immediately regretted it. He scrambled back, eyes wide and suddenly panting. Revu never knew he had a fear of heights! This... might be a little problematic.
Now a little nervous and scared, he quietly hummed the tune to himself as he walked. His body was now hugging the rock walls, not risking a tumble down the mountainside, no thank you. He could've used a friend right about now. A small pang of homesickness struck him square in the chest. Just then, a small, but audible shout reached his ears. He stopped to look around for the source.
"Hey!" came the shout again, this time clearer. Bright yellow eyes scanned the rocky outcroppings and snow until they alighted on a pair of leopards. His face lit up, and he gave an understanding nod, signaling that he'd get to their position.
When he finally did reach the pair of them, he was pleasantly surprised to find they were both females. Revu naturally oozed sex appeal from every pore, but they tolerated him up to a point. When they begrudgingly thanked him for the fur scraps, he whipped out his secret weapon: a rather decent jackal pelt. The pair of them seemed more impressed by that than his moves, it seemed.
"Is there any way we could thank you?" the lither of the pair asked. It was a loaded question, alright, but Revu had other things on his mind. He was lonely, but in a much more child-like way. He shot them a slightly sheepish look, before regaining his confidence.
"I'm working on this song," he admitted. "Maybe you two can help me finish it."
END
Rolled Numbers:
1: Small, torn and barely useable. Worth 1 point.
6: A fair quality jackal pelt. Worth 2 points.
3: Small, torn and barely useable. Worth 1 point.
Total Points: 4 pts.
WC: 604
