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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 12:21 pm
 Laying on her side, the fem stared blankly at the sun starched bones before her. Of a meal consumed a few months prior. The hollow pit of her stomach grumbled in irritation, which caused the female to grumble gutturally in turn. From the side of her mouth the length of her tongue lolled. Drool trickling from the corner of her maw as she imagined the tender fresh meat of the long passed zebra still clinging to the dry bone. She shut her eyes and for a moment a smile swept across the female's maw. Tail wagging ever the slightest.
With dual plush ears folded back to her skull, the female lay there, still as a stalk in attempt to keep herself cool. It was around mid day by that point. The sun blaring down on Aleka and all of the savannah below. It didn't help that it was the peak of the dry season. But she tried not to think of just how scratchy her throat was. This was the life of a rogue after all.
"Pffth...idiots..." She muttered to herself, recalling the memory of seeing a pair of lions huddled around their juicy looking cubs. 'Birthing into the dry season? Negligent parents are just asking to kill their little ones.' Were her bitter thoughts. But Aleka's views towards romance or 'love' were sullied enough as it was. Blind love made sensible creatures do idiotic things. Case and point... those nameless lions.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 12:45 pm
 " I do hope you're referring to someone else... " To'hla snapped, his voice a deep growl from behind her as something thumped down beside her head.
It was a rather scrawny hare, that seemed to have been having as much trouble finding food as they were, up until his jaws had snapped around the creatures neck. But food was food. There was little to scavenge in the dry season, and even less to hunt, as much as they hated the chore. The weak, pitiful creature had been easy prey, however. And it was easy enough for him to make the decision of passing the meager meal on to the only female of their small pack after wetting his throat on a little of the spilt blood.
" South of here is completely barren... " He muttered as he moved past her, snatching up one of the bleached-white bones as he settled down on his stomach, dropping it onto his paws before he spoke again. " We can't move any further that way or we'll starve.. He'll have to pick a new direction to travel tonight. " Not that they had many options. They could go back to the north along the pridal lands and hope to get lucky, head deeper into the rogue lands in the east, or actually enter the prides territory in the west... Whichever way they went, it seemed they were mostly counting on luck, as usual.
And luck was something they seemed to have nothing of... He spared a glance across at Aleka, before growling low in his throat as the glance turned into a weary glare. Shifting his attention back to the bone trapped between his paws, he began gnawing and crunching it down slowly. Better bone-shards in his stomach than nothing at all.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 5:24 pm
 Makani huffed at the duo as he padded through the Bermuda grass, coming up to where they lay right in the middle of the mid-day sun. The dark colored male had to resit the urge to bare his teeth at Aleka. The daft female was on her side, a vulnerable position in the heat of the day, with a hare on her head.
It was a good way to bake your belly, and a good way to end up dead if you couldn't get to your feet on time should something come up on them and want them out of the scrubby grass, and wanted the scarce meal the hare provided. The likely hood of that was high. Nothing wanted a hyena around, and everything wanted something to eat and drink in the middle of the dry season.
His long ears swept forward at To'hla's bitter voice, the tone pulling on something inside him that he tried to ignore, " I've already found a direction. You can thank me later for being a genius when your belly is full and you brain isn't baking in your skull."
Turning to the only female of their group, and the major annoyance in his life, he snapped at her, " Get on your paws, and either eat that hare or give it to who actually had the skill to catch it Aleka. Your wasting our time here."
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 4:20 am
Well, it did make sense. The hostility on both of her companion's part. Laying in direct sunlight wasn't the wisest move. But in all honesty, Aleka did what she want and when she wanted. Because regardless of her teachings of equality, the woman made sure one thing was certain... no male would dominate her in turn. Maybe if she didn't fret over the balance of power in the relations between them, Aleka wouldn't be so angry all of the time. Or do strange things out of spite. Which ultimately fried her brain.
To keep another argument from flaring up, the hyena kept silent and ignored To'hla utterly. She always picked the wrong responses which was why they were such a bad pair. Not to mention her lack of patience towards his broody disposition. Aleka didn't dive into the hare presented to her right away, lifting a paw to prod at the lifeless creature. 'Playing with her food' if you will. No matter how hungry she was, the female couldn't bring herself to eat. She could feel his hateful gaze upon her. But here came Makani to straighten that out! Or... atleast he tried?
Honestly, going from complete silence to one and then TWO snarling males made the female wonder why she bothered with them. Serenity came with a nice, docile male. One that would shut up. She she was sure to voice her thoughts, word for word. Pointed at Makani, just to change it up for once. To'hla didn't deserve her aggression for today. He provided the treat afterall. "Wasting time doing what, might I add? We actually had an agenda today?" Aleka remained on the ground just to spite him, grinning devilishly as she taunted his authority. Silently the female pondered if she might get him to lunge at her. Defenseless, yes. But she'd find a way to get up, and ultimately begin the wrestling match. An easy way to waste energy in this savannah heat.
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