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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:18 pm
►Part 2: Grave Tidings
The Chisou, Mbwamwitu was found along the border unconscious and barely clinging to life. Two of the Chisou have gone missing, the young twins of Gremio and Safi’Moto. The patrols along the borders have tightened up and a frantic troupe is scrambling for answers.
◘ Memories of Blood
Characters Involved:
• Open Chokwe Rp!
Intro:
The cheetah was not in good health…
It was a little early for his shift but Kirkis had very little else to do with his time and the scout he replaced never once complained about leaving their shift early. The leopard was always willing to begin his rounds early and leave them late, if need be, and very little made it past him. His eyes were sharper than most within the troupe and his stealth was nearly unmatched. Two advantages that made up for the nearly obnoxious patch of pink that crowned his handsome head and ran down his shoulders. That morning, however, was far from typical.
The smell of blood had hit him like a wall of thick, heavy mist. Urgency carried his paws forward, gliding over the grassy plane to rise up to the crest of the watcher’s hill where the cheetah laid in a pool of his own blood. The up-turned grass and blood in the cheetah’s claws spoke of a violent struggle with an intruder. The smell of strange blood and familiar blood mingled and hit the leopard’s gut like a ton of rocks.
Throwing his head back, the leopard raised a desperate call for assistance.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:49 pm
 A groan followed the leopard's cry and the cheetah's body trembled, sending more pain coursing through him as he hovered back and forth between reality and the unconscious realms. Really, it was hard to tell where he was hurting the most. It all sort of melded into one big hurts-like-a-sonovabitch.
He wanted to make a crack about Kirkis yelling enough to bust his ears, but he couldn't manage it. Even if he wasn't in such pain from the attack, even if his mind wasn't so foggy, he couldn't get anything out past the heavy lump in his throat.
He'd been so stupid. He hadn't called for help, had tried confronting the lion on his own. Well, okay, he had been intending to call for help, but he hadn't really gotten a chance to. All he remembered were fangs and claws coming at him before blackness. Shairi... gods, was the cub okay?
Witu coughed and shuddered, trying to pull himself together. Was it coincidence that the dust-and-gold cheetah female had been stretching her legs when the cry came from the borders, that she was the first one to come running? Probably, but that didn't change the fact that she was there like lightning and let out a shrill scream when she saw unmistakable brown pelt and blood-red ruff of her youngest son.
Horror after horror ran through Kweupe's mind as she bolted towards the males. Her brother had found them, he had found her baby and had killed him to hurt her. Or his crazed son, he had done it for the sheer pleasure of ripping her little wolf's throat out.
Her heart only started beating again when she reached them and saw that her son was still moving, still breathing. Relief flew over her like an angry bird and literally knocked her paws from under her, causing her to collapse next to Witu, her face pressed into his ruff as she sobbed."Mom... Shairi..." She knew he was speaking to her, trying to tell her something important, but she couldn't hear him. All she could do for the moment was weep with gratitude that he hadn't been taken from her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 1:17 pm
 The roar of summons reached her ears as she was perfecting her stalking skills. Granted, during the day h er dark coat against the dry grasses wasn't much camouflage, it was another story during the evening and night hours. Then she was nothing but a shifting shadow, a deepening of the darkness that flowed across the ground. To accomplish that, however, it took constant and dedicated practice and use of her stealth skills. She took care to keep those skills sharp, and was doing so now.
She had been stalking a hare, not one associated with the pride. It made a good gauge for any sounds she happened to make. The roar, of course, sent the hare scrambling, so Awani didn't bother not jerking her head up. The call sounded urgent, and was very clearly at or just within the borders. Trouble. Without hesitation, she turned and bounded for the border, nostrils flaring, eyes scanning, and ears panning as she ran, trying to detect what was wrong, or if there was a larger threat. Before she got very far, she gave another roar herself, hoping those deeper in the pride's territory would be able to hear her, if they hadn't heard the scout that called first.
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