Private RP over AIM Between Buffy_the_Bloody and Revel1984
Dene was in a good mood. He had Jasira on his back, clutching his mane to keep her footing.. and his brother. Since they had grown, and were capable of surviving on their own, Dearbhail had gone her own way. Last she had sent word, Dene had heard of her new litter of cubs. He was happy for her, and he was happy that at least they weren't -too- alone. They did have Haasi after all.
"What do you think Jaz, where should we go?" He asked. The hare giggled, but shook her head. She didn't like directing where they went. She was along mostly for the ride.
So he cast a look at Samm. "Looks like you are the deciding vote, Sammy. Where we headin'?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. He was curious as to what Samm suggested.
Samm was pleased for Dearbhail but the fact she now had cubs sent a pang through him, he missed home... he missed Cas.. and his parents. He was content to plod after Dene but his voice snapper Samm out of his inner thoughts and he looked up to see Dene talking to Jasira. He smiled, his brother was a sap when it came to the hare... but it meant that he was never really alone since he had her.
"How about West?... " he offered, he didn't know why but it 'felt right' to him to head west, He got these feelings sometimes but often they were nothing.. but those few times that it happened to be something, perhaps just coincidence, made him trust his feelings. "I dunno Dene... you got the lead"
Dene missed his family too. Though it wasn't likely he was going to admit it. He usually kept his feelings to himself. He was the tough guy, the one that nothing bothered. Except he wasn't. A lot bothered him. Sometimes his brother even noticed. Though it wasn't all the time, thank God.
"West? Okay. Sounds good to me. Let's go west, Jasira." He said, and he hare tugged on his mane the way you would a horse. She was an exciteable, sweet little thing. Happy and content to be with her friend. She liked Samm too. But no where near as much as Dene. Though she was mute, and never spoke. Whether she could actually speak or not remained a mystery. She never really felt the need.
"Maybe we will find a water hole." He said, ready to start his day. He wasn't entirely thirsty, but he was enough that finding a watering hole could be made a priority.
Samm sighed ever so slightly then nodded. "Waterhole sounds good, we could even find lunch there" he said, thinking ahead and knowing Dene liked his food. He smirked a little at the memory of Dean's last 'pigging out' he'd had. Sam had just picked at his meal, as he usually did. Probably why he was lankier and taller but Dene was bulkier than him, They both worked hard to keep in shape though and neither were fat nor malnourished. Samm held a lot of affection for Jasira, but more because of his brother's attachment than his own. If Dene ever had to leave her behind for any reason when he went off, Samm guarded the hare with his life but most of the time she was with Dene when he went off by himself... leaving Samm alone often enough for it to irritate the young lion sometimes.
Golden eyes were watching the youth, a smile on his maw. They had stepped too close to where he was, and had drawn his attention. The attention of a beast was never a good idea to grab. The once-demon stood from his resting place in the shadows. He was a large lion, though he noted the pair weren't exactly small lions themselves. Though he noticed they weren't quite grown.
He saw the hare, but his hunger wasn't his motivation. His desire to harm was. He'd save the hare for his hunger later, once the blood lust was out of him.
He said nothing, stalking behind them as they walked. He kept to the shadows as best he could, hiding where it was easiest. He wanted to watch them, wanted to learn them, before he managed to go in for the kill.
Dene loved Samm, probably more than he loved his parents. Though he was starting to forget what they looked like, almost. They had been gone for so long..
A scent caught his nose, and it twitched. He stopped in his movements, and looked at Samm. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he frowned.
"Are you getting that Samm? Or are we maybe downwind of a warthog?" He asked, and grimaced.
Sam had tried to remember his parent's faces but they were fading away bit by bit. He was lost in thought again and almost crashed into Dene's backside "Dene.. what the he..." He caught the scent as Dene spoke, "Yeeerch.." he wrinked his nose "What IS that stink?"
Jasira looked down at Samm, waving her small paws at him in angry fashion. His bump into Dene, had almost caused her to lose her perch from the male. But she knew when something wasn't right.. She smelled it too, and she was as keen on that as the boys, if not moreso. Her survival was dependent on knowing when something was around her, and her bunny-senses were tingling.
"Calm down, Jaz." Dene said softly, not above a whisper. He felt the trembling creature and he wasn't sure exactly why she was trmbling. Though usually that was a sign that someone, or something, she wasn't sure about was close.
Crue frowned, his lip curling when they began talking of him smelling. He knew that he smelled likely of death, but he wasn't sure what other stench they could be smelling. Perhaps they were indeed down wind of a warthog.
"I'd hope you aren't talking about me that way." The voice growled, coming out of the maw of the rows of fangs waiting to lash out and destroy the flesh in front of them.
Golden eyes glittered with darkness as he looked at the two. He was going to toy with them, until he killed them. But they would die, he would make sure of it.
"You shouldn't talk of strangers that way."
Sam shrank back from Jasira's waving paws "Sorry Jas, blame Dene.. HE'S the one that stopped suddenly" he said, on edge now because his fur was prickling uncomfortably now.... and rightly so as a larger... older lion stepped out and addressed them. Samm tensed and moved up to stand beside his brother and decided to let Dene make the first move here, "I don't trust this guy" he murmured for Dene's ears only... well.. perhaps Jasira too but low enough that the other lion didn't know what he was saying anyway.
Dene nearly jumped from his pelt when the voice hit his ears. Normally he was used to others showing up around him unexpectantly. But this had been really sudden, and he had no preparation whatsoever beyond Jasira's fretting behind him.
"What do you want?" He asked the lion, though he had that feeling. This lion was out for blood, or at least that was the feeling he got.
"Aw, I can't just stop and say hi?" He asked, arching an eyebrow but grinning deviantly. His teeth were sharp, and he was enjoying flashing htem just as much as he possibly could. He wanted them to fear him, and he could feel the uncertainty between the two.
"What did you say, rat?" He asked, looking at Sam with an intensity.
Sam growled low and flexed his claws a little, keeping his gaze on the older male. "Jasira... you'd better go find a safe hole" he muttered to the hare, knowing that worrying about her would put Dene off. His tail lashed behind him as he stared at the other male, those were sharp teeth indeed but he had his own, and so did Dene. When the male snapped at him, Sam drew himself up. "I said... that you're the one that smells worse than a Warthog that just passed wind" He smirked a little, ready to jump back at any second. If he could distract the male, who was obviously NOT a friendly male, due to the prickling of Samm's fur, then Dene could use his muscle better.
