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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:17 pm
Ishara still found her visions odd. They came quickly, left suddenly and sometimes left her absolutely exhausted and unable to move. She knew what they were now, so that was useful. Since hitting adolescence, her visions became less like dreams and more present during the day. Which, of course, made them more painful and inconvenient. She had had a vision the night before; two females being attacked by a male. In a savanna, beside a watering hole.
The pale cheetah was the first one to be attacked, approached by the male while she was alone. He started talking to her, but grew agitated as the encounter continued. He swiped his paw out at her when she made a comment to him, catching her off guard and sending her splashing into the water that they stood near.
He roared in anger. Ishara, despite her vision, was only watching it and could not hear what was happening. She didn’t know what the female had said to the male to anger him so much but all she knew was that the cheetah was struggling out of the shallows of the lake as he approached again.
A flash of light happened and the vision was gone, replaced with the vision of a chunky adolescent lioness shoving the male and sending him into the water. The cheetah was bruised and bloodied, but still alive. Together the two females growled at the male, and he seemed to consider fighting them again. There was a scratch across his face; showing that one of the females had gotten a blow in.
He started to move away, shooting some vile words back that made the females flinch. He left and her vision faded to nothing.
When Ishara had woken, she had rushed to the watering hole, in hopes of finding the pair and helping their plight; hopefully stopping the cheetah from becoming so injured by the battle. Instead of finding a battle, she had found the aftermath.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ishara asked nervously as the cheetah washed herself carefully in the watering hole, cleaning the blood from her fur.
“No, no, it’s fine dear,” Ghasia, the cheetah, assured softly with a gentle smile. “You were very sweet to try and come to our aide.”
“I’m just sorry I didn’t get here in time,” Ishara said sorrowfully.
Ndotombin’guni, the adolescent lioness who was a bit on the chunky side, wandered back to the watering hole, some herbs clenched in her jaws from the surrounding area. She dropped them on the group beside the water and began to smoosh them together ontop of a rock. “This should help you with the pain a bit,” she said to Ghasia, a look of concentration on her face. “Or it will kill you.”
Both Ishara and Ghasia blinked, a lot of trepidation coming across the cheetahs face. “It’s ok…I can’t deal with the pain,” she assured the lioness but she appeared no longer to be listening to the protests.
“Here, eat this!” Ndoto said, shoving the herbs at Ghasia. The cheetah hesitated, but seeing the expectant look on the lionesses face, tentatively began to chew the herbs. They were bitter and disgusting and Ghasia could feel her stomach churn at the taste, but she began to swallow them down, to make the lioness happy.
“Don’t swallow it!” Ndoto shrieked, and Ghasia gagged, quickly spitting out the herbs into the water with a look of panic on her face. “Phew! That would have killed you!” Ndoto beamed, crisis now adverted. Ishara winced and watched Ghasia closely for any side of poisoning. The cheetahess seemed to be ok though, and Ishara sighed.
“So what happened? My vision didn’t allow me to hear the confrontation,” Ishara asked, curious. Her tact had not improved with age, and the question was probably a bit blunt to be asked so shortly after the confrontation had occurred, but she wanted to know. That was the only thing she was really considering at the moment.
Ghasia winced as she gentled washed her cuts and bruises, feeling them sting. “I don’t even really know,” Ghasia admitted with a shrug. “We were just talking about things, and then he got really angry when I brought up family. I’m wanting to have cubs soon, but I wander so much that I worry they may get a bit exhausted following me around. He just snapped and hit me. I tried to fight back but I wasn’t strong enough. If Ndoto hadn’t come along and caught him off guard, I might be dead.” She smiled at the adolescent who was crushing up more herbs with a sort of feverishness that mildly concerned the cheetah.
“So he’s just crazy?” Ishara asked, concerned. It worried her how many people were just flat-out crazy in the rogue lands. It wasn’t safe for her here, it seemed. It was safe for her anywhere…
“I think so. It’s alright though. We all got out of it alright!” She smiled cheerfully, trying to look on the brighter side of it all but she really ached now.
“I suppose that is true, hopefully we’ll all be alright,” Ishara remarked, slightly nervous of the future.
Ndoto had frozen in her place, staring down at her herbs as pain rocketed through her body. Flashes of images were coming to her rapidly, making her slightly dizzy and throwing her off her balance slightly. They were images of blood, and pain and screaming. But they weren’t negative pain, it was positive pain. It was….families? She smiled.
“We’ll all be fine!” Ndoto announced cheerfully. “New lives fix everything!” She continued to grind her herbs beneath her paws, ignoring the confused looks that Ghasia and Ishara were giving her. Ndoto didn’t feel like telling them about their soon to be offspring; they would figure it out on their own eventually. Still, it made the lioness happy to think that they would be ok. She hadn’t seen herself in the vision but surely nothing bad would happen to her? Surely. Her father would protect her.
What use was having a god for a father if he didn’t protect her from harm? Her own guardian angel.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 7:08 pm
Nessiaing:
Muskoke was prowling the rogue lands, what he was prowling for was still unclear. He wanted for something but he didn't know what it was. Food, Companionship, a warm body? He wasn't too worried about it, he figured when he found it he would know and all would be good.
Walking around the bank of a river the white cheetah kept kicking little pebbles into the water enjoying the splash noise that they made. Perhaps a visit to Asteria was in order, she always made him happy.
Velveteen Angel:
Ghasia was moving a bit slower than normal, the cuts on her body standing out starkly against her pale brown body. She was grateful that Ishara had decided to stick with her for a while, else she would have struggled on her own. After her confrontation with the lion, she was feeling a bit worse for wear and it was not pleasant at all.
"Do you want to stop and have a drink?" Ishara asked, the adolescent leopon fussing over the cheetah ever so slightly. She had a weird feeling that they should go and get water now, something at the river nearby that made her brain ache a little. It was probably dehydration, she decided and gently began steering Ghasia towards the water.
The injured cheetah limped ever so slightly now, as her wounds were still fresh. She smiled at the leopon. "Ok, perhaps we could rest for a while?" She asked optimistically. Her body ached.
Ishara smiled and nodded, agreeing as they walked closer to the water.
Nessiaing:
Muskoke turned at the noise of others coming his way. He stopped kicking his pebbles and made sure to put a smile on his face. When he saw that it was two females coming his way he perked up even more. Muskoke was a notorious flirt, something those around him always felt a need to point out.
Moving towards the females he made sure to keep his step light and his expession warm, he didn't want to frighten them at all. He paused for a moment when he noticed that the one female had scratch marking up her pelt, he worried that the females wouldn't be receptive to his presense, but he was lonely so he moved in anyways.
"Good afternoon ladies" he greeted them warmly.
Velveteen Angel:
Ishara stepped in front of Ghasia immediately when they spotted the male, using her own slightly awkwardly put together body to protect the cheetah. Ishara, as a leopon adolescent, was a weird mix of two species. She was chunkier than most leopards, and taller; but fluffier than lions and her body was longer than it should be. She hoped that she'd one day grow into her body but she had a feeling that wouldn't happen for a while.
She was cautious as she eyed the male. "Hello," she greeted, her body tense.
Ghasia sighed and stepped around Ishara, ruining her attempted defence. "Really, Ishara, I'm fine, you don't have to protect me from every male. This cheetah isn't going to attack me, that lion was just a jerk," Ghasia scolded gently and turned her gaze to the male. She gave him a bright, friendly smile, trying to counter act Ishara's frosty greeting.
"Hello! I hope we're not intruding on your territory?"
Nessiaing:
Muskoke eyes darted between the two females as the moved around each other. He was surprised to see the younger one move to protect the elder, though I suppose it made sense in terms of the cheetah being injured.
"Hello" he responded to the hybrid. He could here the apprehention in her voice and he wanted to put her at ease as quickly as possible. Muskoke was not a male to be intimidated by, he didn't have a mean bone in his body he was a kind fun loving male, who honestly only ever gaved feemlaes pleasure.
"No no my friends you are intruding on nothing but a stoll, and even then you are not inturding at all." he said to them lightly.
"My name is Muskoke." he told them warmly. He wondered about their stories, they were handsome ladies.
Velveteen Angel:
Ghasia smiled at him. "Oh good, I do hate intruding on people's lands," she said cheerfully, moving slowly towards the waters edge. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Muskoke! I am Ghasia and this is my companion Ishara," she introduced, having a strange feeling that Ishara may still be cautious about the male. He seemed cheerful though and not really threatening, so Ghasia didn't think he would attack them.
"Do you live near here or are you a wanderer like us?" She asked him, taking a sip of the water; hiding a wince as she pushed herself back up.
Ishara eyed the two of them as they chatted like old friends, completely uncertain how to respond to this all. Ghasia was just attacked by a strange,r and here she was chatting away like it never happened. Ishara did not forgive and forget easily, so Ghasia's activities were....just odd.
She stayed close to Ghasia, still watching the male with caution.
Nessiaing:
Muskoke smiled he appreciated the cheetah's ease when she talked to him. "I am a wonderer like the two of you I suppose. I do have a home that I return to every now and then but for the most part I am out and about seeing the world." he told them.
He followed the female cheetah to the waters edge getting a drink of water as well, he wanted to show the younger hybrid that he was relaxed and not likely to suddenly attack. She seemed so tense and certainly unwilling to talk to him.
Having had his fill of water he sat back, close to the females but far enough so as to not intrude their space.
"I have to ask what happened to you Ghasia?"
Velveteen Angel:
Ghasia settled to a seated position as well, glad to rest her aching paws a little. She hurt all over but Ishara had said it was safer to keep walking for a while, make sure the lion had lost their trail. "Oh, I seemed to have gotten on a lions nerves," She explained with a sheepish smile. "I am still not sure what I did to offend him, but he was not impressed with me and I am afraid he got a bit aggressive. I was saved by one of my new friends, and Ishara found us afterwards and has been looking after me. I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations; if Ndoto hadn't arrived when she did and Ishara afterwards, I am not sure I would even be walking right now!" She shrugged her shoulders gently and glanced at Ishara with fondness.
Ishara glanced at Ghasia as she spoke, chatting about the attack as if it was nothing. Ishara just didn't understand Ghasia and she sighed, and sat next to her friend as they spoke. She glanced between them and knew that she should stop being rude and so silent.
"Ndoto is only an adolescent, but she is surprisingly strong," Ishara added to the story, her only real imput thus far in the conversation.
Nessiaing:
Muskoke shook his head and clucked his tongue, he was disgusted by the story of the attack. "It seems lions truly believe they are the be all and end all of the world." he said a hint of disdain in his voice. Lions always though that they were better than any other species and it bucked Muskoke he was just as good as any stinking lion.
"I am so sorry that that happened to you darling" he said slipping further and further into his flirting ways. He liked the cheetah female, the hybrid was too young for him but the cheetah even with her scratches was beautiful.
"She is lucky that you and Ndoto were around it would sound." to Ishara, he said it in a kind way but not quite a flirty way.
"Well the sun is getting low, I know of a den in this area, I was going to use it for myself for the night but now that I have met the two of you I shall for go sleeping there myself and give it to the two of you. You both have had a taxing time. You need somewhere to rest and is best if you arent in the open incase that lion comes around.
"I can take you there now" he added kindly.
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