by Alpha* » Wed Apr 10, 2024 12:51 pm
Contrast flicks his ears in the direction of Haku, the baker, Silas,.. is different. is spoken with a rush of confusion he doesn't know how to hide or sort through. i don't understand why he wanted to feed me, but sometimes he did. It was very kind for a cat, i-i mean, for him to attend something like me with no payment except a few fewer mice. He.. doesn't know me, not then, not now... and.... You don't know me - the white cat blinks, leaving the statement open for the other to answer, or not. To keep the conversation flowing. it's... it's easier... to scavenge in town, hunt in a building.. than it is... elsewhere, Haku. There are so many secrets there, waiting to be unveiled. Begging to be brought to light.
Some of those secrets he doesn't have answers to.
The he-cat swallows, half hunched into himself to hide his worry, his anxiety, his fears. To hide the scars he can't remember getting, at-at least not all of them. Haku.. I dont... I don't know you. I don't know me.. those lumonious green eyes are fixated, uselessly, onto the ground.
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Morags' tail thumps against the cave floor, allowing the human to know he doesn't mind being patted. His nose softly boops her belly, willing the infant inside to be healthy, nudges his mates' paw with one of his. i love you, Jess. is murmured mentality, You are my mate, and one day I hope that we can have pups of our own.
Then, Becca and Umak reappear in the cave; the old woman holds a water proof sack and moves forward as soon as her mate speaks 'torch'. She only has one arm, thanks to the elders, and on her back is a toddler. "I fix." Is told to the wolf, "eat." And he obeys, moving away from the sleeping pile and the human, closer to the water. First, Becca removes the arrows, "other pelt." Is ordered and he changes forms, face crumpled as he tries to hide just how bad he hurts.
The sand is stained with blood and plant matter, but for a bit he doesn't stop bleeding. Soon, too soon, he slumps unconscious to the ground, face relaxing with sleep. Becca and Umak cover the wolf shifter with a thick blanket and walk over to the pregnant girl. Umak speaks, "he will heal." Is informed by the old otter, "we are sure." Becca pats the dogs' head, "however, we ask you something in return, " instead of goods or prey, "we wish our daughter to come with you where you go." There is a guesture to the toddler who has already snuggled against the bear and fox as a teeny otter. "Take her with you, don't leave her with us. She is the only kit born to our clan, and none more will be born. We are all too old to raise a child." Is spoken both to Jess and to Nona. A bundle of herbs and dressings is left beside them, for healing. "Please. " they wait, wringing their hands, anxiety on their wrinkled faces, "the clan agrees."
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Silas whistles to himself, wondering how the human is. Wondering if she even misses him. He remembers the blush on her cheeks, those faint dimples and the swell of her belly. My fledgling. My mate. the animal part of him grumbles to himself, and the human side pushes those thoughts aside, unwilling to think further along those lines.
The clan of fox' are still pursuing him and the sun is about to come up. He can feel the chill in the air that accompanies the rising of the great star. He resists the urge to change forms, just hops tree to tree, unaware of the trap lying in wait for him by the elders' soldiers.
His foot catches a slimey patch of moss and he careens towards the ground, barely catching himself from crashing to the ground on his head, instead landing on one ankle. "Blast!" Is spat at his ankle, pain paling his face. Silas, knowing he won't make it back up a tree in time, sheds his boots and outter clothing before changing forms.
The hawk barely makes it to the sky, losing a few feathers in the process, his heavy bow and quiver held in one talloned foot. "Skree!" Is called boastfully, taking himself higher until he's nothing but a far too distant speck in the sky, so distant that he can't be identified by any on the ground - he turns on the wing and streaks towards otter country.
“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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