[PRP] Unlucky

[Kimaria]

The silence wasn't promising, but still, Tomorbaatar was not about to give up. He'd keep pushing until it was clear that there was no way he could convince this lion with words to follow him.

Unfortunately for Amali, the hyena would give him no answers. She clearly had her own agenda and helping him was not a part of it.

"I'm sorry. This probably seems all too much. I just thought I'd offer, that's all. You're under no obligation, but perhaps it might be good to learn some more about your ancestry? About what your relatives go through with their visions? Or perhaps if, someday, you have children of your own who inherit the gift, it would be nice to be able to explain it better to them?"  

[Kimaria]

Okay. Time to get forceful. It was the lion's own fault for refusing his such kindly worded offer. He took a step towards him. "I'm afraid I am going to have to insist."

The hyena tensed behind him, her eyes vivid in her face.

"We like our seers and if you have the talent we can't just let it escape. You'll come with me now by choice or I'll be given no other option but to force you." His heart was pounding and he could feel his patience snapping. How was he going to do this? This was too much for the one scout. He couldn't keep track of his recruits if he was outnumbered and they were unwilling.

Still, for Graos Oma he had to try.  

[Kimaria]

"You will." Was all he said before he lunged straight at the lion, teeth and claws ready to inflict harm. There was no hesitation and his pounce was swift.

The plan was a simple one. If he couldn't get the lion to follow him, he'd render him inc apable of moving and send some others to come out and fetch him. They'd drag him back and he'd soon learn his place. His gift should not be denied. Graos Oma had need of his skills.

And Tomorbaatar was going to get them for him.  

[Kimaria]

Tomor's strike hit with incredible force and the flailing paws aimed at his paws and stomach were absorbed as he began his attack, He'd be bruised later - no doubt - but this was a matter of honour. He crippled this lion now or he lost him, it was as simple as that. A crippled seer was better than no seer at all. Yes, there'd be complaints, but he could deal with them when the time came.

He would not fail.

His teeth grabbed hold of fur, clenching tight, his head shaking from side to side to tear and rend. He tasted blood, sharp in his mouth, and hissed, trying to pin down the lion's flailing limbs so that he could get a better grip at his throat. But maybe the throat was not the best idea. Could end up, easily, as death and that would be worse than him escaping.

Claws raked, seeking purchase in vulnerable skin lying beneath the fur and as he reached up to strike him across the head - perhaps in hopes to render him unconscious - he was aware of the thudding of paws and realised - to his horror - that the hyena was fleeing.

"No." The word bubbled out of his mouth and suddenly he was wrenching away from Amali and turning to see the hyena quickly disappearing. He had only a few seconds to make up his mind and he knew, in that moment, he could not afford to let the hyena go.

He'd have to hope the damage he had inflicted would be enough.

With a fierce, enraged snarl, he tore off after the hyena.

She had been patient, but her escape attempt would not pay off. Half an hour later and she'd be captured again; facing the fate that Amali had managed to evade.