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 Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 7:11 pm
The dust singed with the blazing heat, stretching from horizon to horizon in what seemed like a blank, barren landscape. Way knew better. Here in the deep of the Roguelands the land could surprise you, with sudden ravines cut by once a year floods, life hidden under the sand, and phantom mirages on the place where sky met earth. Even the horizon could be a mirage. For some it was Hell. For Way it was magnificent.
The dust ripped up in little puffs as he ran at breakneck speed, leaving behind a trail that he knew would slowly curl and waft before settling again. Sometimes he would run in circles just so he could watch where he'd been. He didn't have time for that now, though. One of his sometimes friends had begged him to find one of her kidnapped cub, stolen away in the night by a lion. She knew only which direction they'd gone. Cheetahs weren't meant for longterm running, and he could feel it taking its toll. But he'd deal with that later. He had to catch up.
He just hoped he'd have enough strength to fight when he got there. Not that it mattered; death was glorious too, so long as the cub escaped.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:13 pm
s**t. Things weren't going as well as Dene had hoped. In fact it was far from it. He was seperated from his brother as a mission from Dearbhail. A mission he was rather pissed off he had to go on. She wanted him on his own for a day or two, because she wanted him learning about himself, and not focusing on the feelings of his brother. He knew Dearbhail's heart was in the right place but he was almost positive that so much time away from anyone close to her had melted her brain. His brother was just as important as himself, so protecting his brother meant protecting both their futures. He didn't see that as much of a bad thing.
He groaned, and little Jasira looked at him with a confused gaze. She hated that he was so upset. She didn't speak much, it wasn't in her nature, but her expressions were quite easily read. One look at her and he rolled his eyes.
"Sheesh Jasira, lay off. I'm doing what she wants okay? I don't know what more you could ask of me." She frowned and Dene cursed himself.
"I mean, I'm sorry Jaz. This is just tough for me, alright? I don't like being away from Samm." Truth was he didn't like being away from any of his family, but Samm was all he had left.
The little hare patted his leg gently in support and he smiled.
"You little kiss a**." He grinned, and she smiled back up at him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 5:04 am
Just as Way was thinking his legs might give out entirely, he crested a small ridge and noticed a black shape down below. He scrambled to a stop, breathing heavily. A lion! In black and white, crisp without a hint of color. It reminded him far too much of another he'd known, and set his fur on edge. Black memories, too many black memories. Like any lion, it surpassed him in size, but that was just a matter of bulk, not zeal. He snarled a grin. His potential end waited him down there, and he was ever ready to risk it. Life was pointless without risking everything. It was the only way to be alive.
He noticed a small shape near the lion's legs, and the fire his blood rekindled. The cub! Weary muscles were nothing! He kicked off the ridge and half slid, half ran down the ridge towards his foe, kicking up his pace as fast as he could manage. A tackle at high speed might knock the wind out of the enemy, no matter their size.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 3:52 pm
He had been willing to go and settle into a place where he could rest his head for a bit.. But his will was cut short whenever he heard Jasira squeak. She was pulling on his mane, and she hardly ever did that unless it was important. He looked down at her with hazel eyes and looked a bit curious.
"What, Jaz? What's wrong?" As his eyes lifted he saw the cheetah, though he wasn't sure how he missed it before. It was so brightly colored, and oddly colored, that it stood out like a sore thumb. Of course the dust flying up behind him said he was moving quickly. Dene widened his eyes, and grabbed Jasira in his maw, throwing her to the side and out of the way of the Cheetah. He was sure that she was what he was after..Things were always trying to eat her, and it pissed him off.
"Stop!" He cried out, eyebrows narrowing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:55 am
Now that his target had noticed the speeding cheetah and the chance to catch him unawares was gone, Way scrambled to a sliding halt just out of range, and dropped into a quick circling, his mood still adrenaline punched to heightened excitement. He hated looking like he was obeying the lion's command, but he needed to think of the fragile cub, not his own battle fury. He'd noticed the lion pick up the small shape and toss it aside, and he tried to maneuver in the opposite direction, to see if he could fake the lion out and then make a scramble for it.
"Black beast, you won't be corrupting the helpless today," he snarled, and tried to get a better look behind the lion at the shape it had tossed. What state was the cub in? Had it been injured or, gods forbid, killed? His eyes darted about, looking for a chance to bolt past his opponent to the other side. "Hand it over, and maybe I'll let you limp home!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 8:25 am
Dene arched an eyebrow, clearly confused by the outlandish cries of the male. He was being called a beast? And what was more, he was being accused of harming the helpless. He narrowed his eyebrows, and stood protectively over Jas. She peered out around his ankles, taking in the sight of the oddly colored cheetah.
"I do not corrupt the helpless. Who are you to call me a beast, when you are the one charging me?" He asked, wanting to understand but thinking this cheetah had a screw or two loose. At least he was protecting the innocent?
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