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| Two Paws can only bring Trouble; The Farghul who is not Farghul | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 14 2012, 12:47:20 PM (213 Views) | |
| Aiera | Mar 14 2012, 12:47:20 PM Post #1 |
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The Owner of Bucked Up Characters
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OOC: This thread is mostly for fleshing out Trouble's past with the Dire-Cats. As she has grown up with them, she has more awareness of them and their 'culture' than most. As I don't think this has been done on this site as of yet (and please let me know if I'm mistaken XD ), I will be of course taking some artistic license with the way Dire-Cats (a 'non-sentient' species) behave and act. While they might not be sentient in the way of technology, a verbal ability to communicate with other species or the ability to grasp technology as some races can, I happen to believe animals are intelligent, maybe not like people, but in their own way. Anyone who has a cat I'm sure will understand what I mean there. I envision Dire-Cats as almost a pride of lions, but instead of a patriarchal society, being run by the females, the younger males being sent off when they get rambunctious or wish to find lands and mates of their own. Males are not chased away at puberty as one would expect and while they may not mate for life they are faithful and loyal to their current mates. There's not much information on the species, so this is how I'll be working things with Mouse (Trouble's constant companion from her clan) and with her past. I do hope you all enjoy and if you have any questions or want to debate animal behavior, I'm always interested :) ~Aiera |
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| Aiera | Mar 14 2012, 01:08:00 PM Post #2 |
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The Owner of Bucked Up Characters
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The trail was hard that particular day… There were none they encountered who could say they had seen the two legs. Then again… If Trouble was honest with herself… She was afraid. Her forepaw flicked and scratched quickly behind her ear. The winter had been rather caring this season and though the snows had never been a trouble… The heat had provoked a swarm of insects that seemed to like to feast on the hide of her and her companion. Annoying things… Mother always said they could cause illness, but only if one scratched at the bites She growled, looking over at the cat who was moving to the lazy moving river, nearly a swamp with overgrown, flourishing vegetation. Following, Trouble did what Mouse could not. She climbed a tilting tree at the waters base and made a graceful dive under the surface. The water was cool as it had been the past couple of days, providing relief from the heat and the buzzing bugs. She knew it was early in the season for this warmth, but she wondered how much warmer it would get before the snows fell again. ”If they fall at all, dear heart.” The cat said with a chuckle, looking at her. She knew he knew what was on her mind. It was a conversation they had nearly every day it seemed. For their hunting of knowledge was not going as well as she had- no… Maybe… maybe it was. Trouble felt something bite hard at her tail and she yowled, thrashing slightly. Glaring at Mouse as he came up from under the water she splashed at him angrily. “Are you a water serpent now? To bite the hides of those you come across?” She gave him a playful sneer as her feet moved around the bottom of the now shallow waters. Finding a rock, she also found purchase to leap, forcing the other cat under the water. She knew her two legs were odd, but she was long lived enough to know that these also gave her much advantage. The two splashed about in a near daily ritual these days, fighting and wrestling as best they could. It was a vicious play almost, of who might be able to drown the other first. Though each one would rather die than have harm come to the other. But once the two combatants grew tired, both of and from their games, they made their way to the water’s edge and up to a small stone outcropping where the sunlight filtered through. Laying out on the warm rocks, the two basked in the sun, Trouble laying on her back, her head resting on the broad side of her feline companion as he lay stretched out, his eye closed as he too enjoyed the warmth. ”When will we start looking again, little-two-legs?” She felt Mouse’s side rumble as he asked, his question a soft growl. “This hunting seems to be for nothing, as we’ve not found any sign of the ones we seek.” His tone was pointed, but Trouble knew he was only trying to figure it out. The female gave a huff, rolling over to a side so she could look at his head. His face was blocked by one of his great paws. ”I… I don’t know. I don’t know what will happen when we find them either… If…“ She fell silent as she spoke. The ending not needed. If was a word that when thinking about this, was too big of one to really understand. If…. If… it haunted her. Well, not the word itself, but the idea that she simply didn’t know what this hunt would bring. All the others had brought food, or knowledge. This one could bring death, or worse. Sensing her worry, Mouse began to purr, lifting his head and turning enough to nuzzle her, licking her cheek affectionately. He knew her worries, maybe not how much, but he knew they were there. She fell asleep leaning against him, Mouse curling up around her as he hummed her to sleep. He’d done so many nights before, especially after Mother had died. Since they had left, the night pictures had haunted her again. Some the same, some different. He would wake at night to her whimpers of fear, smelling it on her fur as she curled up as close to him as she could. She may have lived more summers, but she seemed still a kit to him. So young… |
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