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 Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 7:41 pm
Near the roots of a large tree nearby, a sinister shadow skulked, paws only making the smallest rustles as they carried their owner forwards. The petite lioness, labeled as much considering her lack of a mane, crouched down further, allowing the tall grass to swallow up her form almost completely. Being upwind of the rabbit had given the lioness the advantage she had lost by having the sun take away the shadows she had been using to observe the curious rabbit. It knew something was amiss but it figured it was probably just the static that was gradually building in the air. Ears pressed against her skull, the lionesses' piercing gray eyes stared forwards at her target, every muscle in her shoulders tensing, getting ready for the thrill of the chase...
The lioness, Dilara, shot forwards. She was hardly more than a black blur streaking across a sea of yellow and green grasses. The adolescent femme, though relatively unexperienced in the hunt, was trying to hone in the skills she would need later in life. Luckily, she had speed on her side and soon the poor rabbit was trapped underneath her paws, squeaking its fool head off. Instead of applying enough pressure to end its life, she simply pressed it into the soft ground so it couldn't escape, waiting until it had stopped struggling so ferociously before curiously looking at it between her splayed paw digits. She was not out for bloodshed - far from it. She had caught it, and that was about as far as she wanted to go for the day, as she wasn't hungry.
She felt its little heart racing at what seemed like 8,000 beats per minute. It was a wonder the poor thing didn't keel over dead from terror. Dilara didn't take sadistic pleasure in scaring the poor thing, but she was always dreadfully curious about the creatures that inhabited the lands around her. If anything, she was the lion equivalent to a human scientist. "I'm not going to eat you," She tried to assure the small prey animal in a soothing tone, though it didn't do any good. She just took a moment to examine the animal. Why could this little creature run so fast and jump so high? Well, it had such long legs legs, and such a little body... lost in her thoughts, Dilara was nearly oblivious to the sky overhead, which was threatening a downpour or at least a drizzle at any moment.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 4:55 am
I don't hear a sound.
Silent faces on the ground.
The quiet screams, but I refuse to listen.
If there is a hell, I'm sure this is how it smells.
Wish this were a dream, but no. It isn't.
Walk. In the rain. In the rain. In the rain.
I walk in the rain. In the rain.
Am I right or am I wrong?
And is it here that I belong?
Walk. In the rain. In the rain. In the rain.
I walk in the rain. In the rain.
Why do I feel so alone?
For some reason, I think of home.
 You did this.
N-no...
You killed him. You are the cause of their anguish.
It's not my fault! How could I have known that--that this would happen?!
The seething voice that pooled at the back of Atashmah's conscience was strong enough to cause the fur along his ruff to bristle and stand on end. As if the breath of some unseen antagonist could have been felt on the back of his neck. Leering over him tauntingly as a haunting cacophony of laughter echoed, sinister and hissing in his ears in response to the desperate defense of the young lion.
Time proves itself again and again. How much longer will you allow this to go on? How many more will be made to suffer in the face of your insolence?
I didn't mean to hurt anyone!! The bellow echoed across the savanna crushed under the deafening ripple of thunder and fading hoof beats of the retreating zebra herd. Garnet eyes vibrant with the horror that flickered in them, staring in disbelief at the the pair of tiny mangled bodies several paces from where he stood. The wild dog pups lay twisted and broken, the life violently torn away by the weight of so many hooves taking off in flight from the fearsome red moon child. Except that Atashmah Sayeh, son of the pad Achal and the swamplands lioness Nidawi, was no longer a child.
As the clouds rolled in over the landscape, casting the scene in shadows the tall, broad shouldered lion's eyes seemed to glow. Like a demon possessed beast that could only reveal its true nature under the cover of darkness. The monstrosity that the strangers in his head perpetually insisted was there.
Lean muscles bunched with the tension that was quickly gathering, the dark pelt that layered over it quivering with growing anxiety. All around him inquiring, disbelieving eyes encroached. The family, and on their flanks the pack, of the lost souls approaching in cautious waves. Their noses twitching rapidly, sides heaving with the forceful flow of air as blood stained the scent of the young ones. Reality had yet to sink in for them yet as they brushed past Atash as he backed away in stumbling, uncoordinated steps.
It wasn't until the first howl split the sky that he finally twisted to run, loping strides seeming never to reach quite far enough or propel him quickly enough to escape the chorus of their cries. Ears pinned tightly to his head, ducked low between tightly hunched shoulders as the rain clawed at his backside. Releasing from the heavens in sharp, jabbing drops like hornet stings. Urging the young pesar to dig his claws into the soil with each bounding step to escape the raging onslaught. Drenched, gasping figure nearly careening into the unfamiliar little banu as he crossed back into the Ukuucha'Wafalme lands which had yet to be hit by the severe storm. Dropping his heels to keep from completely over running the unsuspecting female and her prey. s**t. s**t. s**t. s**t!
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