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08-30-2016, 11:53 AM
The skilled Dorobian stallion moved swiftly against the winds, their unruly gusts challenging the tribe’s strides and occasionally pushing them faster depending on airstream’s rapid direction fluctuations. The intense scent of the seals’ collectiveness wafted along the streamlining air prickling at Hasovir’s sensors and making his whole being almost vibrate with excitement. The thrill of the hunt was soon engulfing Hasovir’s mindset; vivid flashbacks to hot, savannah days, sweat stinging his scar, blood from antelope fresh on his tongue…at this he smirked. The colt was efficiently trotting alongside him, the hyena cub offering her enthusiasm through her native laughing tones. Hasovir could sense how thrilled the young one was, his thoughts briefly travelled about – this weanling and Hasovir charging into battle – when suddenly the grasshopper asked about the hunt.
His lobes turned towards the colt’s question as he continued his extended walk and before Hasovir offered an answer, the sprout asked another question, followed by his title. The veteran opened his velvets to reply when yet another question was raised by the colt. The silvered buckskin was practically buzzing with anticipation which bounced off of Hasovir’s cool composure only to extract a bit of exhilaration out of the old man anyways. The smile that appeared on Hasovir’s maw remained as he replied with low notes, “Kianzo,” the young one’s title felt at home among his words, ‘Dorobian influences there too, eh?’ a brief impression and then continuation, “I am Hasovir. And no. I have not yet killed a seal, however, I have hunted plenty of creatures and this…” he chuckled at the thought of killing a seal, the piece of cake it would be, “…should be easy game.” He let the last question resonate with him for a moment and before other voices could pitch in a response, he began again for Kianzo, “Yes. I am from Dorobo.” That was all that was needed for the time being, for stories of history were really best held for late evening conversations.
Hasovir’s temper was still slightly simmering at the mere fact of this being Tembovu’s offspring. The question of Dorobo falling from the colt’s maw was enough to get him heated all over again, yet he refrained. He could feel Kianzo’s thoughts being formed and there was really nothing to do about that – it was all imaginary feelings anyways. ‘And no hard feelings for the young one, it is not his fault he’s probably related to me.’ It was relieving to not have to deal with the other voices, he briefly wondered where they might be hiding and then cowardly shied away from that thought. The tribe was approaching the crowd of seals that barked and yelped along the shoreline and Hasovir’s aggressive irritation was most likely coming off in waves at those nearby. The few that accredited them used their bodies to travel farther south, some vanishing into the ocean’s jagged current, while others paid them no mind and continued snoozing in the midafternoon’s high sun. Kianzo’s voice, dripping with expectancy, struck through the seals’ earsplitting calls. Hasovir looked down at the colt and admired the pure look of curiosity in his orbits - for a moment feeling just as fresh.
They were about 150 feet from the outer-rim of seals and so Hasovir turned to face his crowd. The chilling winds blew his thin tendrils forward, masking most of his face as he began to speak and he wrapped his lion’s tail so that it caressed his chest making him look like the leading general he once was. “Look past me and notice the different sets of seals,” He gave them a momentary pause, “You will see there are 6 holding the edge at bay. Most of these are males. Inside that you will see a few of the pregnant seals and beyond that…” the stag broke off here, and glanced down into the hyena pup’s glowing, excited eyes, “the cherished young.” He turned back around and stood still, letting the three of them take in the sight. “Notice their patterns of movement. Both parents hunt for fish, it is a matter of taking turns. The offspring are napping, taking advantage of today’s warmth. As for us, we are not predatory – your pup however, they will flee as reckless as they can once they notice her.” He began turning right, inland, and used his plush to point in the direction they were to follow. The deep-rooted unicorn bobbed his head as he walked, his large bongo horns so relevant and heavy bouncing along with his motions. “From here, the back of their circle, we have an open area to the seal pups.” He ran the course over with his twin pools, making notes in his head all while remaining keen on the largest male on land. It was almost time for course of action.
“Kianzo, your companion will need your guidance. Remember that. I am going to go left, towards the males as a distraction. You will need to make right and then inwards, as to not allow any of the seal pups access to water. Females will take note of you. Some may flee. Allow that. The boulders closest to us can provide your hyena camouflage, but only for a few minutes as we must act quickly. Kianzo, you must tell your companion when to attack and it must be before the females notice her or they will warn the others.” He examined the seals that so innocently basked in the sunlight and then felt the faintest hunger pang. It was time for the warnings. “You both need to know,” he looked at the hyena cub, her soft fur moving in the wind and creating a plush look that softened her wild eyes, “seals have very robust jaws. Very sharp teeth. And extremely sensitive hearing. This must be done swiftly…they’re faster than you think.” A wink here for charisma and Hasovir let out a breath that released endorphins, he felt good helping this hyena and had forgotten all about Tembovu.
“I could effortlessly murder one now,” he grinned something devilish, “However this is a learning experience. Are you ready?” His dark blue eyes shone with an unknowing pride and eagerness for Kianzo and his smirk faded into a serious tight lip. ’Game on.’ murmured a voice.
@KIANZO
His lobes turned towards the colt’s question as he continued his extended walk and before Hasovir offered an answer, the sprout asked another question, followed by his title. The veteran opened his velvets to reply when yet another question was raised by the colt. The silvered buckskin was practically buzzing with anticipation which bounced off of Hasovir’s cool composure only to extract a bit of exhilaration out of the old man anyways. The smile that appeared on Hasovir’s maw remained as he replied with low notes, “Kianzo,” the young one’s title felt at home among his words, ‘Dorobian influences there too, eh?’ a brief impression and then continuation, “I am Hasovir. And no. I have not yet killed a seal, however, I have hunted plenty of creatures and this…” he chuckled at the thought of killing a seal, the piece of cake it would be, “…should be easy game.” He let the last question resonate with him for a moment and before other voices could pitch in a response, he began again for Kianzo, “Yes. I am from Dorobo.” That was all that was needed for the time being, for stories of history were really best held for late evening conversations.
Hasovir’s temper was still slightly simmering at the mere fact of this being Tembovu’s offspring. The question of Dorobo falling from the colt’s maw was enough to get him heated all over again, yet he refrained. He could feel Kianzo’s thoughts being formed and there was really nothing to do about that – it was all imaginary feelings anyways. ‘And no hard feelings for the young one, it is not his fault he’s probably related to me.’ It was relieving to not have to deal with the other voices, he briefly wondered where they might be hiding and then cowardly shied away from that thought. The tribe was approaching the crowd of seals that barked and yelped along the shoreline and Hasovir’s aggressive irritation was most likely coming off in waves at those nearby. The few that accredited them used their bodies to travel farther south, some vanishing into the ocean’s jagged current, while others paid them no mind and continued snoozing in the midafternoon’s high sun. Kianzo’s voice, dripping with expectancy, struck through the seals’ earsplitting calls. Hasovir looked down at the colt and admired the pure look of curiosity in his orbits - for a moment feeling just as fresh.
They were about 150 feet from the outer-rim of seals and so Hasovir turned to face his crowd. The chilling winds blew his thin tendrils forward, masking most of his face as he began to speak and he wrapped his lion’s tail so that it caressed his chest making him look like the leading general he once was. “Look past me and notice the different sets of seals,” He gave them a momentary pause, “You will see there are 6 holding the edge at bay. Most of these are males. Inside that you will see a few of the pregnant seals and beyond that…” the stag broke off here, and glanced down into the hyena pup’s glowing, excited eyes, “the cherished young.” He turned back around and stood still, letting the three of them take in the sight. “Notice their patterns of movement. Both parents hunt for fish, it is a matter of taking turns. The offspring are napping, taking advantage of today’s warmth. As for us, we are not predatory – your pup however, they will flee as reckless as they can once they notice her.” He began turning right, inland, and used his plush to point in the direction they were to follow. The deep-rooted unicorn bobbed his head as he walked, his large bongo horns so relevant and heavy bouncing along with his motions. “From here, the back of their circle, we have an open area to the seal pups.” He ran the course over with his twin pools, making notes in his head all while remaining keen on the largest male on land. It was almost time for course of action.
“Kianzo, your companion will need your guidance. Remember that. I am going to go left, towards the males as a distraction. You will need to make right and then inwards, as to not allow any of the seal pups access to water. Females will take note of you. Some may flee. Allow that. The boulders closest to us can provide your hyena camouflage, but only for a few minutes as we must act quickly. Kianzo, you must tell your companion when to attack and it must be before the females notice her or they will warn the others.” He examined the seals that so innocently basked in the sunlight and then felt the faintest hunger pang. It was time for the warnings. “You both need to know,” he looked at the hyena cub, her soft fur moving in the wind and creating a plush look that softened her wild eyes, “seals have very robust jaws. Very sharp teeth. And extremely sensitive hearing. This must be done swiftly…they’re faster than you think.” A wink here for charisma and Hasovir let out a breath that released endorphins, he felt good helping this hyena and had forgotten all about Tembovu.
“I could effortlessly murder one now,” he grinned something devilish, “However this is a learning experience. Are you ready?” His dark blue eyes shone with an unknowing pride and eagerness for Kianzo and his smirk faded into a serious tight lip. ’Game on.’ murmured a voice.
@KIANZO
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