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 Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 2:40 pm
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she ran, practically flying across the ground as low as she could keep her body tucked without risk of tripping. It was far from the first time she'd had to run for her life, but for the last few months she'd at least had Uuo around to protect her from the damned hawks and eagles and falcons. Since she'd gone and snuck in as a slave for the Firekin, however, she'd gone and left Tahara hanging rather high and dry.
Tahara might not mind so much, but she was expected to try to communicate the happenings of the outside world, and she couldn't very well do that if she were dead now could she?
With an indignant screech at being denied it's dinner, the hawk made another dive, this time managing to just miss the hare as she made an abuprt turn, jerking left and rolling to a stop with a sharp grunt.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 2:41 pm
He blinked, he saw the hawk, and it was going for a hare. A rather funny looking one, at that. Stripes! Where ever would you think of that? Iva was more normally colored, if still not as plain as most hares. However, what mattered right here was the fact that it was being hunted. And the hare head just fallen, and this was bad. Iva could'n't run around and save every single hare from hawks, it was impossible. However, right now, he could. And would.
He dashed, then stopped, standing perfectly still, staring at the hawk, and jumping as high as he could once, then remaining on the ground. He was basically saying 'hey, come get me! I won't run! ' and to make his point even more clear, he moved abit more infront of it, to be sure he'd be seen. Perhaps he was even a better catch; Iva was a well fed, large-ish hare.
He shot a quick glance to the side, eyeing the female for a moment, then turning his attention back to catching the hawks attention. "Oi! Want a nice meal? Come an' get it! " He even pretended to limp a bit, if only to show he couldn't run.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 2:53 pm
~What in the nine hells?~ Thought the female, looking back as the dust settled, drawn by the fuss that her rescuer was making. Realizing what he was doing, it was only natural for Tahara to balk as she did. "What are you doing?!" She hissed, her ears lowering to flatten against the back of her head. Was he ASKING to die? Gods, this was going to give her nightmares for the rest of her life!
The hawk, meanwhile, glared down with a keen eye, circling back around skeptically at first. When it became clear that this second, larger hare, wasn't going anywhere the hawk decided to take it's chances. Swooping low it easily tucked it's wings, throwing itself into a dive. At the last few moments it flared it's wings, raking out it's claws prepared to render into fur and flesh. DINNER!!
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 2:54 pm
Iva blinked in confusion, and coruched low against the ground, almost as if bracing himself for the attack. Why was she complaining? He was savin' he stripey arse! He snorted, and watched as the hawk gained more and more speed. It wouldn't be long now.
His green eyes watched, and as the hawk spread its wings, and gave that small slow before the hit, he dove under it, then leapt, passing clean behind its talons-- with perhaps a scrape on his back, as miscalculation on Iva's part, and latched onto one of hits tail feathers with his teeth, yanking his body away so it wouldn't get caught as the hawk landed. As soon as he hit the ground, he'd yank whatever feathers he'd caught; that'd surely make the hawk remember him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 2:56 pm
Tahara's eyes widened as the spectacle unfolded itself before her. Well how about that?
Her attacker gave an angry outcry, but stumbled away, screeching back at them once before taking off. It would certainly think twice before underestimating and charging it's prey head on like that again.
In silent awe, Tahara's burgandy eyes drifted from the retreating hawk to Iva and the feathers in his mouth, shocked.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:00 pm
"Ha! Take that! " He shouted after the hawk, spitting a couple of feathers out of his mout, and looking pleased when he saw a gap on its tail. "And don't lemme catch ya tryin' that again! " He snorted with a nod, then picked up his feathers, examining them. They were nice; feathers from the wing were usually better, but tail feathers certainly came second.
He blinked curiously at Tahara, and put the feathers back in his mouth, hopping over, then promply setting down the feathers, stepping on them so they wouldn't blow away. "Yo. " It was as if that hadn't really happened.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:01 pm
"... Are you crazy?! You could've been killed!!"
Oh yes, words of pure gratitude. In Tahara's defense, however, she'd yet to loose the adrenaline rush from the chase moments before, and pulled herself to stand upright, willing her heartbeat to calm down, sure he could hear it.
"No, scratch the first question, you are DEFINITELY the craziest hare I've ever met." She glowered for a second, though there was no menace behind it. Calming down a bit with a few deep breaths, she finally went on. "But I owe you for it... thanks..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:04 pm
Ha! Funny reaction, horray! Well, definately better than that lion, who's promtly laughed at his pure awesomeness. Well,he'd given him a nice whisker-tug to remember! He blinked and amusement, whiskers twitching. "Nah, that dum' ol' hawk never woulda caught me! " Yes, ignore that itchy little scrape on his back It was nothing!
"besides, it's not like its my first time. " He rolled his eyes, surely not the modest sort of guy. Still, he didn't gloat that much, either. "And your welcome. " He perked his ears slightly. Now he had the chance to muse a bit over the extreme stripey-ness of thsi female. Quite unique.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:05 pm
Quirking an eyebrow, she questioned with a gentle n** of sarcasm: "Not very humble, are we? ... Well then, I'd best be on my way."
And with nothing further said she carefully moved to slip past him, but paused, eyeing the scratches on his back while she had a chance. Now, Tahara wasn't one to give pity at random, but she likely would have seen her last hawk if he hadn't come along, and he'd gotten hurt preventing that.
No! It was his own choice to get involved! If he didn't want to risk getting hurt or killed he should've stayed out of it. Simple as that!
Her damn concience wouldn't let it rest with just that, however. With an exasperated exhale she shifted, using her forepaws for balance on the ground as she turned to face his back. "Geez... for someone so cheeky you at least don't seem to have many scars to proove it. Hold still."
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:06 pm
He blinked-- what? What was this girl playing at, he'd just saved her life and she couldn't even muster up some conversation?! Geez, learn some manners, lady. However, even as he thought to say something, she spoked up. Why hold still? Well, no use moving, was there?
"Nah. Only one that ever really caught me was one of those frinkin' martial eagles. " He snorted in annoyance. "Buut it didn't land right, I kicked its eye, an' got away. " He shrugged, tipping his head to the side to see what she was doing. "'m good at what I do. "
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:10 pm
"So I gathered..." She commented with yet another softly sarcastic tone, though her focus was very clearly split between talking and whatever it was she was doing-- looking over the scratches --at the moment. With an irritated "tch" sound he'd find her tongue working to soothe the lightly bleeding track marks, helping them to close a little quicker so that they'd heal properly. Secretly she was impressed, but she wouldn't be so quick to show that, not Tahara.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:11 pm
"I do it fer a reason, y'know. " He quirked a brow, partially convinced that that she didn't believe he was good at what he did. He blinked in surprise as he felt her starting to clean his back, and for a moment, pulled away, rather flustered. It always felt odd when someone tried to take care of you!
"What're ye-- " He paused, thinking better of it. "Who're you? "
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:11 pm
Tahara frowned as he abruptly pulled back, even before she had a chance to reply to the first comment. She glowered, staring him down as if the answer were obvious.
"I told you to stay STILL. And what do you think I'm doing, hitting on you? It should be pretty clear, I'm cleaning the cuts so they don't get infected." Annnoyyyance! "The name is Tahara, not Taha, Haha, Rara, or any other annoying versions of it in between. Tahara. And what are you called, hawk-hunter?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:13 pm
"I didn't think so. " He snorted. The idea of a female hitting on him seemed so far back in his mind; its just.. it was still awkward. He was usually so strong and junk! How'd he look if he needed someone else to clean his wounds? "I'm Iva. " Yeah. No need for a nickname here.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:15 pm
"Well, Iva, if you'd be so patient, let me finish returning the favor. Now hold still this time."
Yet she waited before making a move, perhaps to see if he'd give her trouble, or perhaps out of some genuine respect for his wish not to be touched if he so wanted. Who knew which was true? Only Tahara, really, as there were no mindreaders about.
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