I was like a dot of black ink on a white canvas. I was...ruining the perfectness, the cleanness, the purity. I was odd. I didn't belong here but then, had I ever really belonged anywhere? My mind ticks back to the humans, to my mother, to my brother, to the wild. I had only ever belonged in one place then I suppose, the wild, the jungle I was born into. Trees had reached up for the stars at night, and the light in the day, there twisted trunks coated in rough bark. Vines hung down like the body of a snake, blowing in the winds so that sometimes, you thought they were snakes. The ground, it was hard, sprinkled in soil and dust, soft on the pads on your paws. That was where I belonged. More persifically, the temple that lay in its ruins. Many times I had been caught playing there as a cub but now, now I did not dance. Nor did I play. I was not home, I had never been home except for a short year of my low life. The trees here, they were thinner, not so dense, and coated in white frost. Where I came, it didn't snow. It was always humid, even in the colder seasons. My dark head turns back to look behind. Beyond my shadowed body and swishing tail I can see the paw prints trailing out behind me. With a small gruff noise I turn to look forward again, to being a black dot on the white canvas, without emotion, without caring, without knowing. I didn't know where I was, nor did I care. To me this was a failed jungle. In no way was it full of life like home was and in no way did I wish to stay. There was nothing here, nothing. My thoughts wander of to that of my brother, Singha. He was nothing but a worthless, patterned rug, maybe used to decorated a room in a human house. In my front right leg, the naked bit of skin from the bullet wound he had left me to seemed to shout out, crying for attention. That's all my little brother was, a worthless attention seeker, a scab, completely useless. I was ashamed of him. He brought shame to the tigers, shame to our mother, our father, shame to me. For some reason I kept forgiving him but this time he had left me un able to do anything for my self for weeks whilst he ran of in fright. The marking on my head, our family of four shared it but his should have been shaved of, long, long ago. I keep prowling though the trees, able to weave my way though them until I cam to an icy pool. I was surprised it was not frozen over but I was relived to. Although cold, although I hadn't talked in weeks, my throat was sore. Gently I lower my noble head, my tongue licking across the surface of the water, slowly drinking it up. It was like ice, trickling down my throat like the tickling of a feather. My eyes were shut, I breathed slowly, a misty white fog coming from my nose which was coated in a thin layer of a wet substance. Suddenly, my eyes open, blood red orbs darken, tracing a rabbit. Its fluffy tail disappeared behind a bush and I make a low rumbling growl, a warning. If it came closer, its life would be cut short. "Talking" Thinking OOC: This is for the Assassins or the Basin, depending who can persuade him the most :3 |
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05-21-2013, 12:22 PM
Accalia was walking back in the Threshold with thoughts rapidly racing through her mind. The Assassins. A band that she was already pledging her allegiance to needed her help. Their leader, Ignita was captured, and she needed to get her back. But with what army? The Assassins were scattered, and even though she was no leader of the group, she felt the need to take control momentarily until the righteous spot was retaken by Ignita. First, she had to recruit more horses, and persuade them to help her. Then they could secretly go into the World's Edge. If there were any more captured members, Ignita could lead Accalia and probably the other helpers to re take what was theirs. It sounded like the ideal plan, but she needed others to accompany her.
Snow was frosting the ground, and the fae was finally blending in with her surroundings instead of sticking out. Out of the blue, a growl was heard, not wolf like, but almost like a feline. Accalia froze, scared as she saw a tiger emerge and kill a rabbit before her. As pallid as snow, as still as a tree Accalia uttered not a single sound, but finally mustered the courage to speak. What Assassin was she if she couldn't defend herself. But this was a tiger. A feared cat, a giant killing machine. Taking a step closer, blinking hoping it wouldn't turn on her she spoke. "Hello there", Accalia spoke with a calm, voice pushing out all of the fear. "I am Accalia, part of the Assassins band, and I am seeking to rescue are leader. Are you in need of...an affiliation, Sir?" She questioned, the words spilling out of her mouth.
05-21-2013, 01:29 PM
Infuriated, the tiger did not catch the rabbit. Clawing the ground with his massive claws, having rage masked on his face. Accalia almost took a step back, trying to imagine the size of his fangs, but she refused to budge because of her fear. She would stand tall and proud, for she was an Assassin and that was her job. Staring back down at the wretched marks in the soil, Accalia looked the tiger in the eye, something valiant, dangerous, and absolutely crazy. What kind of risk was she taking? An insane task. But by doing this she was proving the tiger that the affiliation she belonged to was strong, proud and did not back down by any kind of danger.
After my brief blurb of words, the tiger rose, and even though he was half my height, he made up for that in his massive length. Kumal, was his name. I observed his powerful cat body; Powerful legs, packed with muscular, a lean body, an elegant tail. Somehow Accalia actually envied the lad for being such a feared beast. The white fae wished for a strength like his, the ability to have piercing claws instead of hooves that appeared blunt compared to his deadly weapons. The lad looked down again, and the mare almost felt pity for him. Why was the cat so downcast? She almost lost all fear, taking a step closer towards him as he spoke again. "How? We are a mighty band, already feared in a herd known as the World's Edge. We have skilled horses, and as we recruit we grow in numbers", Accalia spoke, anger and passion rising in her voice. This herd needed her. They would prosper. Accalia would make sure of that. "You would benefit with new herdlands after we get enough numbers to conquer," Accalia proudly spoke. "And what else you want to know? Will you be feared?" she gave out a chuckle. "Horses will be terrified by you. Kumal, you would bring a legacy to the Assassins. You would be our powerhouse, our warrior. You will be honored for your services, and you will be feared. ", Accalia spoke convincing words, awaiting his reply.
05-21-2013, 02:55 PM
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