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 Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:12 pm
 After his encounter with the slightly mentally disturbed wild dog, it was more than his physical being that was wounded. He'd had a serious blow to his confidence, and his very foundations were shaken. He'd built himself up to be one of the heros from his mother's stories, the bravest one.
But surely...heros never got hurt, they didn't bleed...
And poor Moyo was still bleeding copiously. The smaller wounds had started to heal. He'd taken his mother's advice very well and knew to keep all wounds clean. But the biggest, the great gash that ran from his neck to his shoulder, was considerably harder to clean when his neck was so sore to move.
He needed help.
But he couldn't go home, not like this. He'd make his mother sick with worry, and his step-father wouldn't be so happy either. Not to mention the terrible example he would set to his younger siblings...his sisters, his sweet sisters.
Moyo had tried to distance himsefl from that cursed watering hole, but fatigue hampered his efforts. As it was getting warm, he quickly found water and shade, the tiniest of left-over pools from a brief rainy spell. He lowered himself carefully under the shade of a tree and was forced to think of what was gonna happen next...
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 8:20 pm
The brown cheetah was doing what cheetahs did best... running. Well, he had slowed down at this point to a comfortable trot. His mouth hung open, panting heavily, his thin sides heaving with each breath. It felt good to run. Ever since meeting that particularly female he had felt himself running a lot more... He felt alive, free, and... happy? Was that even possible, for such a mean, dirty male?
He didn't really care. He'd never felt this way, and was determined to enjoy it... He had a feeling it wouldn't last very long.
Murdoc stopped then to rest, walking up close to the waterhole. It was a bit too crowded for his tastes at the moment... So he decided to keep walking. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of another male. Scowling softly, his good mood instantly dampened. He usually didn't do well with strangers... But wait. He sniffed again and smelled blood. A hurt male, or maybe someone that had made a fresh kill? Either way, he decided to give whoever it was room. He didn't feel like getting into a fight at the moment.
He passed by the lighter male from a bit away, mismatched eyes glancing down at him from a slight hill. Ah, so he was hurt, and was no danger to him. "Hmm..." Murdoc just eyed him for now, wondering what he should do about the bleeding cheetah.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:55 am
Moyo's head was dipped slightly, eyes closed in thought and fatigue. It was troubled rest, his mind constantly wandering back to the gash in his neck. It was no wonder though, with a sharp stabbing pain every so often. As if the wound wanted to remind him of his foolishness.
Not totally alert, it was by chance he noticed the figure in the distance, an equally pale, natural coloured feline. Cheetah most likely for the slender gait. Now, was it foe or friend? Moyo was given no choice. He felt like he could die without help anyways, so if this critter was to be vicious...then it would only be speeding up what was inevitable.
Wow, that was depressing. He made a note not to think like that again anytime soon.
He struggled up onto his feet and took a breath.
"H-Hello there? I need some help here..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 2:56 pm
Damn. He'd been caught. Murdoc scowled at the pale cheetah, ears tilting back. It served whoever it was right for getting into a fight. Should have just run. Running was what cheetahs did best, after all.
He turned away from Moyo and took a couple steps away, disappearing from view. For a moment he had decided that he would just leave... ugh. Why did have have to have a heart? Granted it was a small one... but it was there. Ever since Jo he'd been having more 'nice thoughts.'
While grumbling about stupid females rubbing off on him, he turned back and trotted down the hill towards Moyo. He stopped a few feet in front of him, looking him over.
"You sure got yourself done a number on, didn't ya?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 2:44 pm
Moyo's heart skipped a beat as the silhouette started to walk away, and his head sank, cursing himself under his breath. It could be another few days before anyone wanders this way again...
"Wha!?...oh...yeah...long story..." he said, caught unawares as the cheetah returned. He shifted uneasily, trying one last vain attempt to clean his own neck wound and failing miserably.
"I wouldn't ask this of strangers...but I really need help. This could get pretty bad if its not cleaned...could ya help a fellow in trouble and I'll repay you the favour when you ask?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:46 pm
The cheetah frowned slightly, eyeing the other male. His lip and tail twitched with anoyance, and he was obviously not used to playing good samaritan. Heck, he was usually the one doing the mauling. Still, this kid seemed all right.
Murdoc sighed and stepped closer, observing the wounds more closely. "Well, I don't plan on ever really needin' the favor, but I suppose I won't let you die." He leaned closer and nudged his nose against the wound, as if poking it testingly. "Doesn't look too bad, but yeah, probably needs to be cleaned." His tongue slipped out to lick at the wound a bit, then he stood straiter and glanced around.
Great. No water around. He sighed heavily and bent his head back down to lick at the cut.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 8:45 am
Moyo winced. Every cat's tongue was rough as sandpaper, and to feel that scraping across an open flesh wound was like a million tiny razors. At least for the time being, this other fellow's presence kept the flies at bay, and would likely keep any obnoxious little scavengers at a safe distance as well.
"I'm sorry about this mate...I can see how much of an imposition this must be to ya," he tried to offer his apologies, in his own clumsy way. He winced every now and then. "I can take ya to some water and some hunting grounds..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 2:40 pm
"Yeah, yeah..." He grumbled as he licked at the wound, eyes half lidded with annoyance. He didn't bother to be gentle as he cleaned the wound, since... well, he was certainly not gentle by nature. When he deemed it good enough, he leaned back and rubbed a paw against his mouth, scowling. He couldn't believe that he'd just licked a full grown male. Even if it wasn't... well, like that.
"You owe me one is all. Catch me dinner sometime or something." He shrugged, eyeing him with a frown. "What happened anyway? Get into a fight you and got your butt kicked?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 3:20 pm
"Hehe, normally you'd need a good dinner first before this kinda treatment," he tried to make a joke of it, perfectly understanding the other male's discomfort at his actions, however helpful and life-saving they were. Licking a dude was still licking a dude.
But it worked wonders. He didn't need to see it to know that Murdoc had done a good job. It still stinged but the relief just washed over him and he could finally relax a little.
"Yeah...you could say something like that..." he said, avoiding the other cheetah's gaze like a guilty child. "Anyways stranger, ye got a name? Got to be able to thank you properly."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 3:28 am
Murdoc did not look amused. He paused and moved back, glaring intensely at the other cheetah. Even in jest, the foul smelling male did not like him accusing him of willingly licking another male... for the pleasure of it! For a couple seconds it seemed he may strike him, but he only grunts and glances to the side, seething.
"Murdoc." He snapped at him, glancing over his shoulder as he moved to leave. "And... you do not need to... thank me." It was almost accusing... What could he possibly do to 'thank' him? Well, after his joke, he didn't want to know...
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:40 pm
Oh dear...he'd done it again. Moyo, the courageous. Stupid more like, or He Who Speaks Before Thinking. His strained smile dropped as he saw the other male turn dark. In his condition, Moyo could not afford to be mauled again.
He un-tensed, having expected a sharp, stinging blow. He practically panted as his heart thumped in his chest, his brain willing it to slow down and slow down quickly. His wound seeped a little. Moyo genuinely looked terrified, like a child would be.
"...sorry friend..." he began but even then the words caught in his throat. He shuffled, tried to move, to uncurl his legs and stop the cramping. "I can at least say thank you...thank you Murdoc..."
Moyo would have preferred to make good his offer of a real return of the favour, but for now, a spoken apology might be all he was allowed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:41 pm
Murdoc scoffed slightly at him, eyes still slightly narrowed. This cheetah was obviously not the nicest or most understanding...
"You're welcome." He grumbles, then took a few steps away from the other male. Then... he paused and glanced back at him, still frowning. "I think there's a small stream a couple miles north of here. Not sure though, it might have dried up by now..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:41 pm
Moyo was seriously regretting ever opening his mouth. When he met that insane wild dog, and when he called for help. Had he kept quiet, none of this would have happened.
But everything happened for a reason, or thats how the the story always went with his mother's tall tales. This would certainly be one for his children or grand-children to hear!
He was still shivering slightly though, perhaps a giveaway to his age and inexperience. He looked to where he thought north was and then back to Murdoc. His ears were still down, his eyes puppy-dog like. The kind of look that would incite sympathy from any mothering cheetah for miles around. He certainly looked dog-eared and tatty, in need of water, food, and a wash.
A stream. It could provide all three! Or at least means to all three, and despite the uncertainty of its existence, it was worth trying. Try anything once, it can't kill you.
"...thanks again...might have to stay...here...a...while..." he said amidst trying to shuffle his aching limbs. "...and get some...rest..."
As if on cue, he yawned. His mother would have chastised him for being impolite but he doubted Murdoc would mind.
"...I hope I can repay the favour one day..." he repeated again, as if to really emphasise his promise. "I...wish you a safe journey, wherever you might be headed..."
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