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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:57 am
 A smaller but leaner black form of a hyena trudged through the golden-green savanna grasses, slow, but not silent as if in a stalk. Nearby animals that would be called "food" for him watched carefully, but made no movement to run, as it was clear that his current intentions weren't laced with hunger. The sun sitting at its highest peak in the sky looked down at the land, most of its rays focusing on the black coat of the male. It soaked up the sunlight with heated reluctance, but it wasn't something he did not expect.
He was content in his stride, but dark red eyes expressed the contradictory; in them held hints of anxiety, fearful hope, and confusion all in one. So while his walk was purposeful, his face told differently. No noise or sight of extraordinary beast broke his pace, as his mind was in an entirely different place. The only reason he had been avoiding trips over stray rocks or blockades of trees or bushes was instinct; that he owed much of his survivability skills to, though it couldn't solve one thing. Handling company was something very, very different than what he was used to doing; it was more of a challenge when that company became a little... more than just company.
Hyenas that grew up alienated from the rest of the packs that they usually roamed in were not suited to keeping close companions. But it was something the black male would need to get used to and learn for the future.
So black paws continued their light walk through the invisible path, oblivious to anything that may have startled another creature.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 8:27 pm
 Wet, heavy pants wheezed in the patch of shade under the fallen tree. There were no leafs to shade him here, only the trunk of an old tree pushed over by an elephant, which provided barely enough shade for a grown hyena and much less protection. Timur felt like he was dying (it wasn’t the first time). The three gashes on his foreleg, given to him by a lion clearly possessed with spirits, caused him so much pain that he whined with every other breath. Dust and sweat caked his scabbing wound where flies gathered to feast on his blood.
“Get off…” He whimpered, gasping for breath. The flies refused to heed his warning. “I said get off!!” He snarled and swiped at the open wound with his paw. Though the flies scattered Timur’s pain doubled and he let out another high-pitched whine.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 1:40 am
The whine seemed to extend through the savanna ground, allowing for some shivering to take place in the tiny pebbles that scattered the land. It reached the dark ears of the black hyena passing by, and they pricked forward in anticipation and curiosity of the source. Nose raised to scent the air, and the male sensed something not too far - and not too happy, either. There was slight hesitation in his steps thereafter; normally, he strayed away from potential danger, but something about the cry he heard didn't seem dangerous, but rather distressed.
Nonetheless, the black hyena made his way through the various boulders and lone trees that stood between him and the origin of his interest. As he drew nearer, it seemed that the particular smell he caught before became clearer, but... It couldn't be. Was that the smell of blood in the air?
As he passed some of the few last remaining shrubbery blocking his view, he saw another hyena - that he was grateful for, as his quiet wishes came true that he wasn't coming into a bloody fight scene between two lions or such; yet, perhaps that wish was only half-granted, for there was blood dripping from the stranger's leg. He stood still at first, gripped by the picture, but was soon able to bring his eyes to the other's face.
"Ahh, are you okay?" he inquired, sincerely concerned look on his expression, "Do you need help? There's a small pond of water I passed by just a minute ago."
And he hoped that whatever caused the predicament the other hyena was in wasn't close enough to do the same to him. As well, it would have been good if the stranger saw him as no threat, for his intentions were void of malice.
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