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 Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 10:02 am
Suspicions Confirmed
Mini-Plot 2010 - Part 2
Kimaria and Split Personality RP
Rawtag had never felt so nervous and afraid in all his entire life. He was always the cocky, confident Firekin who was so full of ego and lashing temper that he’d never had time for such ‘weakness’ in his personality. But at hearing that distant, familiar roar, he knew suddenly that his whole future here could be over in a matter of moments. Others had heard the distant roar, looked up and then turned back to what they had been doing. Passers by was not common place in the desert, but it was not unheard of. Rowtag had disappeared into his den and curled up for the night, finding no rest in his haunted sleep.
He loved Zii so much. Loved her with all of his heart. He never thought that he would come here and find that he liked it. He never expected to be so tormented about the decision he had made as a cub. He almost couldn’t believe that Rap was still so intent on seeing this through.
Maybe he wasn’t.
Maybe Rowtag could talk him out of it.
And if not, he’d kill him. He’d have to if he wanted to stay here and be with Zii.
Morning came and with its rising, Rowtag emerged from the den, his bright red pelt tinged with a soft light of the morning sun. It was cool and the sand felt good beneath his paws as he moved out across the compact sand and out into the dunes. He felt sick and nervous and his legs felt drained of strength. The heart in his chest was pounding against his ribcage and he nervously flicked an ear this way and that, trying to make sure that he was alone. But it was difficult to tell once one was out in the sweeping dunes. There were many hiding places and he was almost worried that he might run straight into Rap before he was ready.
He needed to be composed!
He topped a dune and let himself slide down the decline, moving over to the den site where he knew Rap would be waiting for him. He’d have a few words with Rap, try and convince him to leave and – if that failed – he’d attack him and bring him down. No one would question it. They were meant to defend the lands fiercely. A death of a rogue would certainly be no bother to them.
The den site finally came into view and he settled into a slower, confident lope that would hopefully portray him in a much stronger way than what he felt at that moment. And, giving a gruff call to warn him of his approach, Rowtag pressed on, head and tail high so that he might look more intimidating.
Rap emerged within seconds, sleek and toned and as fiery orange as he remembered. He was big, too, but possibly not as big as Rowtag was. The red firekin released a long breath and came to a halt a few strides away. For a moment there was silence, the males looking one another in the eyes, almost daring one another to make the first move.
Rowtag snarled and bore his teeth. “Well, you’re finally here. Didn’t think the chances of a lonesome little orphan were very high.”
Rap’s snarl was so sudden and so fierce that Rowtag took a small step back. It seemed the old wounds had not hurt and still pained when touched.
“Shut up, Rowtag. You know why I’m here. You knew why I would come. It ends today.”
“So, you still want to seek revenge for your mother and brother, then?” Rowtag drawled. “Still not let that go? Tell me, when this day is done, what will you do then?” He growled. “If you survive of course. Which, you probably won’t.”
“Then I will die in the lands where my family died.” Rap snapped. “And that will be better than any other death I could imagine. Shut up, Rowtag. I don’t know what your game is, but I’m not playing it. I am not a coward. I am not afraid to die. And, if I survive, I will go on living, without the pull of revenge drawing me back here.” He took a step forwards, clearly unafraid of Rowtag. “What is it, my friend?” The sarcasm dripped off of those words. “Are you afraid? Did you not want to strike at the traitors for bringing your family down to nothing more than beggars? Or had you forgotten that?”
“I did not forget!” Rowtag snarled. “That day still haunts me.” A part truth only. He had been learning to put it aside for the love of beautiful Zii’moto. He realised, however, that Rap was not going to back down in this. The orange male was determined as ever and if he wanted to keep his place here, Rowtag knew what he must do. He had to kill Rap here and now.
“You think this plan will work? You think that you alone can deal a fatal blow to the Regents?”
“Maybe not alone.” Rap replied, throwing a look over his shoulder.
Rowtag’s whole body jerked forwards in a started lunge, but he froze again as a dark shape emerged from the den. There was two of them. He might have had a chance against Rap, but not against him and his scary looking friend. This new one – a rogue, no doubt – had the aura of a warrior and the look he was getting from him had him backing away again.
“Hello Rowtag.” Hakan smiled, his white teeth flashing in his dark muzzle. “I take it you aren’t going to give us any trouble?”
Rowtag growled, head lowering. He was not going to get out of this the easy way. So, plan B it was, then. He’d lead them to the Regent’s den, let them have their shot and if all eyes fell upon him as traitor, he would deny it. He would tell them that he had no idea what they plotted, that they had asked for membership. It would be a simple enough thing to do. There was no evidence to say otherwise.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 10:04 am
The three male lions stood across from one another, growling quietly and nervous. Neither Hakan nor Rap trusted Rowtag and Rowtag was clearly unnerved by the events that were to play out.
Finally the brilliantly-red male exhaled noisily and made a ‘follow-me’ gesture with his snout. “Fine. I’ll lead you to where the Regents live. But that’s all I’m doing. I’ll get you through the pride but what you do when you get there is up to you. If you kill the Regents, so be it, it won’t be any skin off of my nose. But, if you fail and you are killed, then I will deny everything. I will watch as you are slaughtered and laugh as the light leaves your eyes. And I will live here as I have been doing, untouched by it.”
And then, if the Regents were killed, he’d be needed elsewhere. He’d need to comfort his future mate, Zii.
“We won’t fail, Rowtag. We’ve been training for this for a long time. The rulers here will fall or they will be made to suffer as I have by watching a fellow comrade fall.”
Hakan interrupted. “Time is of the essence. Let’s go.” And he moved closer to Rowtag, his eyes narrowing. “And you. If you make one wrong move, you’ll be dead before you even realise you’ve been seen making it.”
Rowtag, startled and angered, turned and moved slowly off towards the pride, his fear blotted out now by the anger of being manipulated by these two.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 4:28 pm
Zii had taken a different shift than she usually did. Her fellow guard wasn't feeling well and it was no big deal for her to trade. So she had decided to lay quietly in a small indent in a dune, not really visible as the sun reflected the sand onto her pale coat. She lay, half lidded golden eyes gazing off into the distance as her ears did most of the work.
She had caught a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye, her head turning to see what it was. A smile crawled across her face as she realized who it was, and what it meant. A fun game of sneak and pounce. She slid up, wanting him to walk for a while thinking he wasn't being followed, before she made her stealthy move to approach him.
She lost sight of him over a dune, so she quietly sped up a bit, giggling silently to herself. She loved to surprise him.
Little did she know he'd surprise her.
As she neared the dune, she could hear voices. Not just Rowtags but some unfamiliar to her. She stopped, crouching, her instincts and guard teachings coming into play. As the words felled her ears, they slowly flattened.
No... She didn't-couldn't believe the words she was hearing. He was going to lead strangers to the regents... her parents... to kill them? She choked a bit. That couldn't be. Her Rowtag. It was as if her heart was being torn from her chest. She stepped back, shaking her head slowly side to side as tears began to fall. Betrayed. They had all been betrayed.
She had fallen in love with the enemy.
She quickly turned and with the stealth of her silent white paws, she quickly padded back to her pride. She had to tell someone... time was of the essence.
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