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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 6:53 pm
 ((This RP takes place while Nesrin is still in her "father's" harem.))
When she finally opened her eyes she knew neither were she was nor how far she had run, except that she was still in the confines of Ukuucha'Wafalme, though she appeared to be alone. Everything was a watery blur. She gasped, terrified her heart would burst. She imagined the blood gushing out her throat as she screamed her final scream before her body fell limp and dead. What was wrong with her? Was she simply cursed or was her whole pride insane!?
Trembling and nauseous Nesrin made a blind run to the nearest tree and tried to hide herself in its roots. She pressed her back against the trunk as though to become one with the wood and buried her face in her paws. The tears mixed with the dirt under her pads, smearing her face with mud. She knew that if Tariq found her hiding from him he would be furious. If she went back on her own she would still be punished for running away without telling anyone where she was going. For a moment she seriously thought about running away, leaving the pride behind once and for all, but the shame of becoming just like her whore of a mother - that was what they called her, a whore - was too shameful for her to bare. But what could she do? No matter what she seemed destined to turn out like her mother.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:02 am
Nesrin wasn't the only member of the Ukuucha'Wafalme inhabiting the wooded terrain that sat along the edge of the pride lands on this particular day. Rather they almost always contained the presence of an antisocial, young Pesar named Atashmah Sayeh. A foreigner to the prosperous harem pride who seemed to find solace in of the forest, perhaps because in some unconscious way it reminded him of the swamps where he had been born. Consciously it served as one of the few spots in the pride where Atash could lurk without fear of running into any of the other members that shared these lands. Unfortunately, not even shrouding himself in the shadows dulled the affects of his ominous coat. No one could escape misfortune when the red eye of the death moon had them in its sights.
The evidence of this truth lay just inches from his paws.
It had started out as harmless curiosity, drawn to the base of a tree which the landscape-painted youth had discovered to be the source of a consistent chirping. Leaning against the bark of the tree as he stretched towards the nest nestled precariously in the crook of one of the many sprouting limbs. Stout enough to support the heavier birds of prey, but not enough for predators like the nimble leopard. Atash had stretched as far as he could, trying to glance around the lip, intrigued to know just what manner of bird the collection of twigs and grass protected.
There was a flash of color and then, tragedy. Garnet hues becoming round with horror, the only reaction he could manage before the tiny body hit the ground with a dense, stomach turning sound after helplessly careening out of control. How had this happened? Atashmah could barely believe the events that had just transpired as all four paws were re-homed upon the earth. Cautiously padding towards the lifeless fledgling, that had not yet lost all of the pink that would eventually be hidden by plush feathers. Yet another death had occurred in the presence of the the harbinger of misfortune. The cruel irony of his fate didn't go unrealized, even in Atash's state of disbelief. I was.. I was just looking. I only wanted to look!
Overhead a mother hawk keened her arrival to her chick, looping in a wide figure-eight above the trees. Swooping through the lush canopy only to find an empty nest and a guilty looking lion below.
With a shriek of rage the female dove towards the only obviously unwanted presence within range. Baring wicked talons to slice mercilessly into the muzzle of the pesar, paralyzed with shock. He heard the anguish in her call. Felt the hatred in every piercing that hooked into his flesh. The pain awakening the previously dormant urge to flee. Managing a regret filled apology while turning on his haunches to run. I.. I'm sorry.
Unsurprisingly, the avian persisted. Cutting through the air with claws outstretched to tear into the vulnerable back that was left unprotected in Atash's attempt to escape. Panic-stricken ears twitched and swiveled frantically only half due to the sharp beak that threatened to tear notches in them if they held still too long. The sharp click of a mouth closing on only the air echoing harshly in his skull. Yet despite everything, the red moon child harbored no resentment towards her. Almost startled when--after pursuing him so intently--the hawk finally veered sharply to return to her nest with a mournful cry.
Pausing, Atash turned to watch the gliding figure, panting heavily. The metallic taste of blood was heavy in his mouth, spitting the excess in the dirt with a grim expression. S..s... sorry.
Husky voice mumbled bleakly while backing himself into the base of a tree. His whole body ached, pelt rippling over muscles that trembled uncontrollably. Nausea beginning to froth violently in Atash's stomach. Sitting with tail tightly coiled around his haunches a chill crept in under the rolling threads of warm blood that spilled down his shoulders. Gaze trained on the ground just before his paws where a small puddle of crimson had begun to pool. Feeding the dry soil.
Little did Atash realize that just adjacent of him, he shared the shade of this tree with a pretty, little banu in as poor condition emotionally as he was physically. Most likely, he would have realized, if he had known, that it was her tears that accounted for the stinging, salty scent that burned his blood-filled nose.
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