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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 1:44 pm
 Ucheachea sat on a rock and absently scratched a persistent itchy spot on his pelt. Being on his own didn't suit him, it was altogether too boring. But was he supposed to do, go back and live with Ma? Much as he loved her, he was all grown up now. Responsible and such. Found carrion all on his own, bathed, all of that.
Still... maybe it would be a good idea to find some other hyenas to hang out with. Like a pack or something. Then they could hunt down some fresh game, maybe gang up on some lions. Ucheachea curled his lip. On the whole, he didn't have that big a problem with lions - but a lot of the time they had a problem with him. And because being all big and mighty wasn't enough, they lived together in big ol' lion prides and made all kinds of lion babies. Pfft, lions! What good were they?
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 1:53 pm
Shirou wasn't for sure what the hell he was doing out on his own like this, but it felt nice. He'd had "visions" of a black hyena that he was supposed to meet with, but he'd learned long ago not to trust them. They often led to trouble, so why was he seeing this one out?
"Hyenas." He stated with contempt. The spotted lion sauntered around, keeping his nose to the grindstone and his eyes open. Something disgusting was definately getting closer, whether he liked to admit or not, and it- Oh. There it was.
On a rock.
Like some sort of treasure.
He'd never actually seen one before, and he had to admit it was one oof the strangest things Shirou had ever come across. So, for the time being, he just stared at it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:19 pm
A shift in the wind carried Shirou's scent to Ucheachea and he froze, hind leg stuck in mid scratch. It was such a horrible, unmistakeably lion smell. Slowly he put his foot down and stood, turning to face the lion.
The very, very pink lion. Ucheachea frowned. His own father had a pink mane and he saw no reason why pelt color should matter, but he was aware that some males were very touchy about the matter. Besides, his father's mane was a much darker shade.
Before he could stop himself he blurted out, "Hey you! With all the pink! Are you stupid or did your mama never teach you to stare?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:25 pm
That ugly b*****d was going to die.
No one, absolutely no one called him out on his mane. Especially not some filthy, disgusting piece of elephant dung. He snarled, letting his annoyance be known as he came to a halt in front of the hyena.
"Sorry, but she didn'a care ta stick around long enough ta do much of ana'thin', least of all not ta stare." He gave the beast a once over, then rolled his eyes. "What a waste of me time. I canna understand why I was supposed to talk to ye. I'd be better off talkin' to a rock."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:32 pm
If Ucheachea was able to stare Shirou right in the eye, it was only because the rock he had chosen was big enough to allow him to do so. The pink b*****d was big. Also angry. The smart thing to do would be to apologize and back away. Ucheachea opened his mouth to do just that, but what came out was, "I guess she never stayed around to teach you to talk proper neither. Why don't you talk to a rock then? Yeah, this rock right here. I'm sure you have lots and lots of things in common."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:44 pm
Oh, that was it. He couldn't take that calmly, and the only thing coming to his head right at the moment was to spit in the hyena's face. That, however, would have ended horribly so he snapped his fangs in front of the brute. "Ye'll watch yer tongue when ye talk to me. Unless, of course, ye prefer to lose it."
Shirou stood to the side, his hip cocked out. "And at least my ma was smart enough to keep on the look out when out in the open instead of primping."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:51 pm
Ucheachea liked his tongue just fine and he liked it even better while it was in his mouth. He smiled lazily at the lion, showing all of his very sharp, very white teeth. He could crush bones with that mouth, and he'd very much like to see the lion try to get his paw in there to try and take his tongue.
"That's because there weren't nothing to primp. And at least your ma was smart enough to run when she saw you come out."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:55 pm
Shirou gave him a level gaze, one that spoke 'really? really bro?'. He nodded his head, gave a little half laugh, and then reached out to push the damn thing from it's rock. There was no play in his shove; it was hard, rough and fast.
"And there won't be nothin' ta primp when I slit ye'r throat." Or better yet, maybe he should just castrate the thing here and now. That way he could prevent more mongrels from being born.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 3:08 pm
Ucheachea hadn't expected the shove, but rolled with it when he came. He tumbled right off the rock, rolled to his feet, and took off running, tail tucked between his legs.
He'd remember that pink lion b*****d though, oh yes he would. He just needed to find some other hyenas so that he could tip the scales in his own favor. He narrowed his eyes. He'd find that stupid jerk again and he'd tell him allll about what he thought of his mother and his pink mane too, nah!
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 4:51 pm
"What in the...hell." Shirou tilted his head, too surprised by the reaction to do much of anything. He had expected a fight, or at least a smart a** remark, not flight. That thing had legs, though, he'd give it that.
With a shrug of his muscular shoulders, he turned to walk back to his crew. After all, it wasn't good to dawdle, and since this proved to be nothing more than a nuiscance he was better off gone anyway.
(WC: 1032)
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