Safimoto:Safi was out hunting in the early morning hours of the day. Not for herself, no, she was hunting for Altai. The little bird was still learning how to hunt, but what she hadn't learned yet was how to pluck feathers. Safi knew that Altai was going to be eating a lot of birds as well as furred creatures, so she would have to learn how to pluck the feathers from her prey.
There was a trill of birdsong ahead and she flattened herself to the ground. It was a small flock of lapwings, ground birds. But that didn't mean they couldn't fly, Safi would have to be quick about this.
And quick she was. One moment, she was hiding in the grass, the next she was running among flying birds, pouncing on one and snapping its neck with a hard flick of one paw.
Sierra:"Impressive technique. It is unusual to find someone who goes for the kill without using teeth." The voice was smooth, calm, a reflection of its owner. The female that spoke was smaller than an average rogue, though not be a terrible amount. She was almost completely white with gray mane and tail-tuft. She was partly covered by a dark cloth-and-pelt cloak. She was sitting on a rock, looking as still as if she were a piece of the stone, her red eyes narrowed slightly.
Safimoto:
Safi's ears flicked back in uncertainty of this new lioness. She wasn't threatening her, but she was a sudden new presence, and she wasn't exactly being friendly, either.
"Um... I'm teaching my baby bird how to pluck feathers," she replied, tucking the bird's carcass in between her front paws. She should get back to Altai pretty quick-like. The baby bird would end up getting too sleepy to pay attention to the lesson if Safi stayed out for too long.
Sierra:
The pale lioness tilted her head slightly to one side. Oh, that was interesting. She had never heard of a cat raising a baby bird. She had seen some cats and birds working together, but those were always adults. If it had been her, she would have eaten the bird.
"You seem an unusual individual. Perhaps you have seen another unusual individual. An old lion with red eyes and grayed fur. You will only have seen him at night, and he will have an air about him, an air of evil," she asked, tilting her head.
Safimoto:
Safi frowned as the lioness described the individual she was looking for. Why in the world would someone be looking for an evil individual, unless they were either hunting them or... or were evil themselves. She tensed slightly, not saying anything.
Sierra:
"Oh, child, don't look so worried. This lion stole something from me and I am simply looking for him in order to get it back. In truth, I will probably kill him, he is a very bad individual, after all," the lioness replied, a small smile making its way onto her face. Oh, yes, she wanted to get her property back, and to kill Neclord. He violated every rule she had ever instated, had rebelled against her laws and thrown her coven into chaos, had turned her subjects into crazed monsters. Yes, she would kill him if she got the chance. Once she was whole again, there would be no stopping her.
Safimoto:
Safi felt a little bit better that the lioness had assured her that she was simply trying to retrieve whatever it was that was taken from her and rid the world of the evil that was the creature she was talking about.
"Oh... Well, no, I haven't. But I'll warn my family about him. Does he have a name?" she asked, still frowning. She would talk to Gremio and Taban about this guy and the lioness, not really sure if she should believe the lioness' story.
Sierra:
The lioness regarded the half-breed for a moment wondering if she should give too much information to the girl. No, no problem, giving her the name wouldn't be too much.
"Neclord. His name will be Neclord, unless he has decided to use some sort of alias," she replied, standing up slowly.
Safimoto:
"Neclord. Got it," Safi replied, giving the lioness a nod. There was something... strange about her. She looked so young and yet there was a sort of age in her eyes that she couldn't explain. It unnerved her.
"And your name? I'm Safimoto, of the Chokwe."
Sierra:
Sierra smiled slightly in that cool way she had. There was no warmth in the expression, but no malice either. Her fur seemed to match her demeanor.
"I am sure you will know my name someday, child. Today, however, is not the day. Go now, raise your little bird and remember the lion I told you about. Watch for him," she replied and turned, hopping off the back of the rock and disappearing into the tall grass.
Safimoto:
Safi frowned as she watched the lioness leave. She hadn't given her a name, nothing. It was not a pleasant experience. She picked up the dead bird in her jaws, turned one last look upon the place where the lioness had sat.
A shiver when through her and then she turned back towards camp at a run, eager to return to the safety of home and family.
