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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 11:56 am
Second Chances Mini-Plot 2010 - Part 7 Kimaria, Ecavi and Tahja Estes
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 12:01 pm
He had managed to get so far, but it was inevitable. Tired, emotionally-wrecked and physically wounded, Rap had finally been forced to stop. Now, as he lay collapsed behind a dune, half covered in sand that the wind had blown across him, he was only dully aware of his surroundings.
He'd heard angry roars. A call to the hunt?
They'd follow his scent, his half-masked tracks and they would find him here. And Hakan would have died in vain. And Kinagiri would be left alone, waiting for two lions who would never again appear. And his mother and brother would forever go unavenged.
But he was too tired to cry, too tired to do anything now. The fire in him was gone.
He fell in and out of sleep, dreaming of demonic beasts roving up from the sand, grasping at him with long, hooked claws. He tripped and staggered, falling into a never-ending abyss. Then he would wake. But not for long. Then he would sleep and the cycle of nightmares would repeat.
He was not in a good way.
He did not know - but could guess - what would happen. The leader, Kidondo, would have sent lions after him. They'd be ordered to bring him back or kill him on the spot. Either way would mean death for him. He had tried to murder one of their own kind (even if it had been for a good reason) and there would be no way to talk himself out of this one. No. He would have no mercy and he deserved none. He had failed, after all, and this was the price that must be paid.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 12:32 pm
Chaka was enjoying himself, in some twisted way. He had a job to do and he was confident about every detail of it. He had not witnessed the events that led to this hunt but he had all the information about it he cared to hear. He had put himself forcefully out in the lead of the little group he hunted with, stubbornly speeding up whenever his place in the front was challenged. He used his eyes, mainly, looking out for any small signs that were left in the sand to tell them where their target had gone.
Normally, Shisa might have been more annoyed with Chaka's competitive attitude and put up a fight on principle but she wasn't about to make this any harder than it had to be. She hung back, her nose high. They were getting closer, it seemed that he had stopped moving- the scent was getting easier to follow. It seemed unlikely that if he stopped it would be to put up much of a fight, unless more conspirators were hidden beyond these dunes this would be easy enough to finish.
Still, as it became increasingly likely that beyond the next dune they just might find their lion, she became more tense. Confident though she might be, she wasn't stupid. It was times like now it was good Chaka liked being in the lead.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 9:02 am
It was the first time she was actually seeing any action, Korofi-uzulu was both anxious and tense. Someone had tried to kill on Firekin lands, one rogue had already gone down, now it was their job to track down the other. Three against one almost seemed overkill, but her training told her that it was not being over-prepared, simply cautious in this instance. No matter what he had to be taken down so that he couldn't attempt this again. If he was dragged back he would meet the same fate as if he attempted to resist capture.
She followed along with the other two, senses open. She was feeling a bit irritated over their "leader's" need to be first (Was he taking this seriously?), but as long as they got their mission done she didn't care who led and who followed. They only needed to act as a team to deal with this problem.
"Not far off..." She murmured quietly, eying the dune coming into view.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 11:30 am
The sand danced beneath him; a warning that others approached. How many, Rap wasn't sure, but he knew it would be more than one. They might think him stronger than he was. They wouldn't take a chance.
He wondered whether he should risk running, but quickly decided it would be a futile attempt. His second thought was that he should remain quite still and hope they walked past. Perhaps he was covered in enough sand that he was hidden from view. Maybe the wind had stroked away the prints in the desert, leading them to him. Maybe they would be foolish and blind...
He drew in a shaky breath, not managing to completely suppress a sob that broke through. His eyes were sore from the bite of the sand and soiled by his own blood - drawn from the wounds across his face.
No. He knew he couldn't escape now.
This was it for him. But...maybe he could still go out with a bit of a fight. It's what his mother would have wanted, after all.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 3:55 pm
He moved along at a reasonable pace, his ears twitching when the least familiar of his companions spoke up and then he slowed down a bit as he tried to get a good look at where they were and where they were headed. There were no obvious visible signs but with both girls already looking in the right direction he didn't need much more help than that. He didn't say anything else and sped back up. No other possibilities crossed his mind, he only foresaw success.
His place in the front unchallenged, he led them around the dune and to their confrontation.
Losing patience with her brother, Shisa fought the urge to go up and give him a good shove. She looked to Korofi-uzulu, conflicted about whether to nod an acknowledgment or shake her head about Chaka.. and settled for a small half-nod. Then she turned her eyes to the sand before them and whatever was about to happen.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 8:56 am
((Sorry it took so long, I didn't realize it was my tag again. ^ ^; ))
The girls' eyes met for a moment, Korofi nodding back to Shisa, then like her she redirected her attention as Chaka rounded the dune. For a moment she wondered if they shouldn't have tried surrounding him from the other side, but he was injured, if he had stopped it either meant he was in too poor a condition to simply run or that he had reinforcements, which would be the more dangerous of the two possibilities, as Shisa had already noted.
When she picked up the sound of the broken cry her hackles jumped. It being the first time she was being sent out, even as a group, to deal with someone that had caused so much trouble Korofi couldn't help the slight jump in her pulse. Her lips drew back in a nervous snarl, but she remained silent, simply feeling the rush coming with the knowledge that he was indeed very close, their target.
First their eyes met with only sand, or at least hers did, but very quickly she noticed their target, impossible not to, his coat was far brighter than the sand, familiarly so. That particular shade of red, not fully red, but not fully orange either. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, frowning, but mentally shook it off, growling quietly as the three finally confronted him.
Something didn't feel right.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 11:33 am
A moment after he came into sight, Rap tried to stand. His hind legs remained firmly planted on the ground, as his forelimbs trembled under the weight of his torso. His head lolled, as if too heavy to lift, and after a strained moment, he fell back to the sand again.
Come on, Rap, come on! You're a Firekin! He pushed up again, this time half-sitting. His eyes opened but were clearly not able to focus and he snarled at the fuzzy, dancing shapes before his eyes. His vision made it impossible to tell how many they had sent. Three, four...no, five? He blinked hurriedly and allowed the snarl to turn into a long, low, hiss. His lips curled back, whiskers puckering angrily.
And then, again, his forepaws began to slide, returning his body back to the sand. It was a futile attempt, he knew, but what else was there for him? Either way it was death. He wanted to die on his feet, like Hakan had. Not...not like this.
"So, come to finish the job, eh?" He croaked between great puffs of breath.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 12:42 pm
The sight that greeted Chaka as he rounded the dune was expected but something caused an unexpected hesitation. He seemed unusually familiar in appearance- but he was Firekin colors and so that was the rationalization that the solider told himself as he advanced once again even when Rap had give his pathetic attempt to stand up to them and fallen. He stopped a couple short feet away from Rap, his head high and proud as he purposefully looked down at him.
"Don't make it sound like it's going to be a challenge," he said.
Shisa felt the same hesitation as the others when they finally found their target-- but she didn't brush it off so quickly or easily. He was firekin colors but that wasn't just it- he was family colors. It didn't take a lot of thinking to realize they were from the family most known for their orange- all three of them, in fact. Korofi was a cousin or something, wasn't she? Could it be a coincidence?
"Who are you?" she asked stepping forward as Chaka tried to be threatening and giving him a shove to indicate she was going to initiate this conversation whether or not her brother argued. Her voice was not quiet or friendly but it was curious- and almost threatening.
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