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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:15 am
  This journal is for Mehal & Neith, members of The Feral Clan. (Played by WyvernScale)
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:36 pm
Homecoming
Surely and slowly, life had crept back into the Caverns. Mehal was not unaware of this. Although she had left, she still stuck to the areas surrounding the Feral clan's territory, waiting and watching. The hyena was nothing if not a patient hunter. And it had been a long wait. Occasional snatches and hints of her prey's passing were few and far between, but she was well acquainted with her target's habits.
While she waited, she found she had a lot of time to think. So she did. She reflected and ruminated on her past- her mistakes and her triumphs, loves, labours, and losses. Everything that had led her to this point, she contemplated as she prowled about in her search. And in solitude, she found a revelation in a most curious form- her prey had found her instead.
Neith had always preferred stealth to strength, making her difficult to be found when she didn't want to be. Her striped pelt and childhood obsession with the the ninja movies she had watched in their human companions home had only furthered her drive to be as unobtrusive as possible. Her time alone had left the Crown-of-Thorns banthi almost skitish. Inspite of that, she still greeted her mother with almost cublike joy- once she realized who her stalker was, of course.
After their conversation and Neith's subsequent covert departure, Mehal had but one thing left to do.
It was a very long hike to the cabin that Wyvern had liked to frequent on her visits to and from the Caverns. Mehal had made this journey many many times over the course of her cubhood and into her teens. She could have walked to it with her eyes closed. Carefully, she prowled the area, remembering. Here had been the tent, here the fire-pit. That slightly graveled area was where Wyv had parked her relic of a pick-up truck. She could still smell a faint trace of oil, she thought with amusement.
There was no trace of her caretaker. Time had erased that particular scent from this place. Carefully, she nosed her way in the banthi-sized doggy door. All she could smell was dust and a few bold mice. A note, weathered and worn, still hung by the door. "Be Back Eventually" were the words she knew it said. One day, it would come to pass. But today was not that day.
Finished here, Mehal shut the door behind her and went home.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 6:08 pm
A squirrel stirred the snow at the base of a large tree nearby, its skittish hops across the clearing leaving finely-detailed indents in the pristine white on the ground. Amon exhaled tiredly, green eyes trailing the path of the little arboreal rodent. He couldn't be happier that banthi were finally beginning to slowly trickle back to the place they call once called home, knowing that soon the clearing infront of the cave's entrace would be littered with banthi tracks as well as the local wildlife as it had always been in the past. What he couldn't shake in order to make way for his optimism for the future was a distinct and painful feeling of sadness.
It had been so long since he'd seen those eyes, smelled that scent or felt the touch of her fur. The caverns could be bursting with life but as long as she was absent, it might as well be an empty, dying hole in the face of the harsh mountain. He rose with a movement that appeared to be lacking energy and drive, and in an instant the lumbering tiger's form was airborne in a gentle circle around the forest clearing belonging to his clan. Tomorrow, maybe she'll come tomorrow...
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Rabid Jigglypuff Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 6:21 pm
Perhaps it was coincidence, or perhaps it was fate. Mehal had often reffered to her mate as her heart of hearts and she believed that it was so. Of all the banthi great and small, the only one who's heart beat in time with hers was his. She loved her home, and she loved her children and clanmates. But of them all, only he was all hers, just as she was all his. It was not unthinkable, that two hearts such as theirs might call to each other across the distances.
Mehal trudged through the snow, despising every moment of it. Although she had learned to love to swim, water in frozen form was an unwelcome occurance. Still, her obligations were fulfilled for now, and she did so long for the warmth of the fireplace and of familiar forms and scents. And speaking of scents...
Perhaps it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but the wind flicked a most welcome discovery to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply and every muscle quivered with excitement. Oh, how she'd missed him. It hadn't really hit her until that moment, exactly how long it had been. The hyena increased her speed, bounding along the frozen ground. Home was calling, and there was nothing else to be said.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 6:37 pm
A strong beat of his wings took him for another revolution around the mountain top, the chilled wind making an unpleasant experience out of what originally was supposed to be an activity to clear his mind. Unfortunately he always seemed to forget important details when choosing this activity, such as the weather conditions and the fact that he was much heavier to keep afloat in the air than some of his other family members. he wasn't so much scanning the ground as he was concentrating on the direction of the air currents, but a strong feeling struck him when his peripheral caught the movement of a rather large animal approaching the Caverns.
Intrigued, the alpha male sharply cut through the wind to change course only to find another sufficient current to carry him closer for an inspection of the traveler. Straining his eyesight, the tiger barely made out the mottled pelt amongst the trees until a break in the greenery superimposed the image on a clear, white backdrop. He nearly dropped like a rock from the sky right then and there.
Realizing she was quickly approaching now, the banthi couldn't help but let out an excited rawr that echoed through the wintery landscape as he frantically looked for a landing spot to intercept.
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Rabid Jigglypuff Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 6:50 pm
She would know that roar anywhere.
It cut through everything- the cold, the damp, the weariness from her long journey, gone, vanishing in the reverberations of that call. In a single instant, everything else was forgotten, shuffled aside as irrelevant. Her own vocal cords did not contribute to quite as impressive a sound as her mates, but Mehal threw back her head and let her whooping hyena's call echo out, matching his for sheer enthusiasm.
She dashed for a clearing, judging where he might choose to land. Dancing back and forth, torn between giving him room for a landing and the desire to tackle him as soon as she possibly could.
She didn't notice she was calling for him by name. Her excitement and joy washed such insignificant details as that away. Amon, Amon, AMON!
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