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Post by /Dream ! on Apr 27, 2011 21:53:10 GMT -5
Nala !!I can only wait for the final amnesia...
The one that can [glow=gray,2,300]erase[/glow] an entire life. [/blockquote][/size] Nala panted furiously as she raced through the underbrush. Her body ached from slamming into trees as she tired -- became clumsy. Sweat drenched her fur and her eyesite was blurred. Some where behind her, but not too far off, hooves thundered and men shouted in pursuit. Their mounts seemed tiredless, stomping on the forestry without mercy. The poachers appeared almost bloodthirsty at the thought of something as rare as panther-hide. Problem was, Nala wasn't just a panther. No, she had a human face as well. Shifting to it, however, was out of the question. Nala was aware of some hidden foe and wasn't about to let these random people know of her abilities. A burning sensation that had already crept into her throat began to seer, turning pain into agony. The thundering behind her was coming closer -- gaining on her. Then, at last, a safe haven. Darkness enveloped the cat as she darted into an abandoned fox den. Her body ached, jittering uncontrollably from the last drops of adrenaline that remained. She didn't even look as the horsemen galloped by. Sleep threatened her mind and the exhaustion she felt pled for a rest. But, Nala wasn't safe yet. She wouldn't be until the hunters left the forest. A dryness covered her mouth. Water. Could she manage that, at least? A distant shout answered her question. Falling completely to her side, her motionless body could have been lifeless.
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Post by madeofbone on May 15, 2011 18:02:31 GMT -5
Cain was tired... No tired didn't cut it, she was exhausted, and there was no doubt in her mind that her senses were shot. The thing about being hurt, was the energy it took to heal. Who knew how much time it took for a simple wound to heal? She did. It was more than ever expected.
A few breaths came out labored and strong, her hands were hot and red. Partially skinned from sliding and pushing mile after mile. It was a cold light here, like the cold light of morning back where she was from. But this was no morning, it was a deep darkness, falling like a sleepy shadow after a long day at work. A long day of walking around the world, hey... Maybe she had a lot more in common with the sun than she thought.
Another sigh, another step, another echo of something in her ears. This time it was like a storm. Her hearing wasn't the best, but she cocked her head and turned in the direction, knowing that her sight would prevail better than almost any sense at her disposal. Cain sighed harder than before at the swift sharpening of her vision, the shadows of bark on trees became more then shadows, they were detail in a photograph. However, in this case, it did her no good. Whatever this problem was, it was not in her line of sight. The wind stirred and shouting reach her ears, hoof beats. Panic showed in her hands, they flared up, light flames white as fresh linen licked up her nails. She quickly waved her hands as if the flames would go out and shoved them in her pockets. Luckily, her lack of lucid thought wasn't to painful, nothing went up in flames.
Her pace changed, a silent prayer like a whisper under water, it bubbled up without restriction. Then, as if it was bad enough, her foot caught and a small sound crushed her ears. Woo hoo, she thought as she fell like a leaf onto something.... warm.
Warm.... no no no no no, not cold or green or a type of vegetation. But a black body. The thunder was soon going to turn to lightning, she could feel the ominous pressure pressing. Yay, the day had just gotten a lot worse.
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Post by /Dream ! on Jun 2, 2011 9:38:41 GMT -5
Nala !!I can only wait for the final amnesia...
The one that can [glow=gray,2,300]erase[/glow] an entire life. [/blockquote][/size] Her dreams were a black nothingness. The exhaustion she suffered seemed to have tired her subconscious as well. Shrouded in the darkness of the fox den, the black cat was all but invisible. Her breathing was no longer labored, though her muscles felt tight and achy. They twitched uncontrollably in her slumber. A coldness had crept into her skin from the moist ground, cooling her slowly and surely. In her ear was the pounding of her own heart – an echo that concealed all other forms of noise. Had she been paying more attention in her waking sleep, she may have noticed the soft padding of human feet. Wriggling in a way only a cat can, Nala’s head hit the concave roof as she squirmed to her feet. A normal feline would have hissed, or bitten the intruder – but of course not Nala. Her breathing was quick to liven up again as she bolted from the fox hole and into the nearby underbrush. Squeezing between the bushes, her tail wrapped around her curled paws and she stared. She was fearful, but only slightly. The exhausted cat wasn’t able to run, but climbing was another story. This arbitrary woman may have been a lost member of the hunting party, but even the young one could see it was doubtful. She was almost as skittish as the panther was. Nala wondered where exactly the stranger had come from, but more importantly:
What she would do next.
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Post by madeofbone on Jun 7, 2011 22:23:18 GMT -5
On a brighter day, she would have been aware of the large cat staring at her. On a day that she was well fed, well rested, and in a better mood, her hearing might have picked up the soft padding of its paws against the ground. But today was far from one of her brighter moments. The riders were a good way off and at the time being, that was all she honestly cared about. Being caught, put in a tight space, or kept prisoner would just make matters worse for all of those involved. It was like being a ticking time bomb full of... fire? She was just a big match. The second she was struck or provoked, she reacted with fire.
Part of her knew that going any further would kill her mentally as well as physically for the night. All she had was a small pack of medical belongings, a blanket, matches, a change of clothes, and her staff. Pulling it out of her belt, she gripped the wood tight against her palms. Feeling the constant cold surface of it, she sighed a heavy sigh and began to shuffle around to find a soft place hopefully sheltered by rocks or trees. She walked a few yards before encountering a rock big enough to push up against. It would hold back some rough weather if she encountered it through the night.
She placed her small bag of belongings a few feet away from the rock before rubbing her hands together with furious movements. Her hands lit up like the moon, white hot flames licking at her fingers, and she put them to use in quick efficient movements. Patting the cold dark ground with her hands. Bugs scattered out of the area as she heated the dirt below her.
After spending what was left of her energy doing that, she turned to get her blanket, belongings, and rub her hands out.
There were eyes. In her peripheral vision she caught them. Flickering yellow and red in the light. Cain sighed and rocked back onto the heels of her feet. Partially afraid, partially to tired to care. She only recalled that those were the eyes of a cat. "I hope you're a nice one." She whispered rubbing out her hands with the faint feeling of being hunted on her mind. But exhaustion was drowning out everything she felt. The blanket came up, and the fitful darkness took over.
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Post by /Dream ! on Jun 8, 2011 9:01:59 GMT -5
Nala !!I can only wait for the final amnesia...
The one that can [glow=gray,2,300]erase[/glow] an entire life. [/blockquote][/size] Squinting furiously at the white hot flames, Nala could only feel drawn to their hotness – the lively way they danced across the older woman’s fingers. Only moments had flashed by, but already she was feeling well enough to perhaps catch a rabbit, or track a fox; as were the perks of being an animal. Killing live creatures was something she was accustomed to, and she only did it upon necessity. Prior knowledge of her condition, however, revealed that shifting now would most likely end up in pure exhaustion and perhaps even losing consciousness. Her eyes, like golden orbs, trailed the woman’s movements. The equipment she had, the way her eyes wearily moved across the ground of the miniature clearing. As a predator, she was painfully observant – but still quite naïve. Nala had relented to lying on her side easily, now aware of the lack of danger around her.
”I hope you’re a nice one.”
For reasons unknown to herself, the cat was drawn to this person. Perhaps it was the lack of company that caused her to harbor a sense of loneliness, coupled with the similarity or their situations. Nala was no doubt physically more adapted to such an area, in her current state. But, regardless thereof, she lacked some basic survival skills that could prove useful. Together they would make quite a travelling pair – a fact Nala was thinking about quite anxiously. Being a young child, the thought of being with any older figure was exciting. A shadow of black slunk out of the underbrush as the cat fully revealed herself to the sleeping girl. Moving closer, the form slowly shifted to reveal a girl of about 10 years. Crouching onto her knees, her bright, wide eyes stared innocently at the sleeping stranger.
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