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 Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 3:12 am
I may as well face to truth. I'm just bored, she mused to herself. She glanced over her surroundings and found nothing worthy of her interest. Before she left to seek entertainment elsewhere, Shababa dug her way into the mother field mouse's burrow and used her black claws to shred the mother's babies. Now no one could say she didn't have the final word.
After licking away the blood and dirt, Shababa stretched and wandered away from the den. She remembered hearing that a huntress called Rhaen had had a litter of cubs recently that should be old enough to be on their own now. Maybe she could make them into new allies. What she didn't know was two of the cubs had been born slaves.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 9:45 pm
Zadok was currently stalking a mouse of his own, just outside the den where they had been staying. His movements were clumsy and untrained, though... and he was quite unlikely to catch the thing. Which was bad, because he was really hungry, and he knew that his sister was too.
The only one of them who really got fed enough was their brother, the dark one. Their mom liked him. She didn't like them... because they were light-colored. They weren't demons. Zadok had figured that out early, and he already knew that he hated it.
He wanted to catch the mouse to share it with his sister. So he concentrated, hind-quarters wriggling a bit as he crawled toward the tiny creature. It would be so tasty if he could get it...
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 10:10 pm
A twig snapped.
Startled, the mouse darted away and disappeared into the tall grass. Shababa, who was paying more attention to the pale cub before her than to her surroundings, had unknowingly and indifferently stepped on a twig. Had she known the slave cub's situation she would have laughed and patted herself on the back for a job well done.
"Why are you standing in my way, slave?" She looked down on the cub with a wrinkled nose and cocked eyebrow. He looked like a pile of ash and scorched wood after a brush fire, how ugly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 10:24 pm
The small cub flinched at that and looked up just in time to see a darkly colored older female. Oh no. He'd had enough bad luck with Gentha, who was still a cub like him. "I ... I'm sorry," he stammered out quickly, and moved over to one side. Maybe if he was really good she would leave him alone.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 11:00 pm
Narrowing her eyes, Shababa stepped forward to fill the empty space where the cub had stood gawking at her. She stopped and turned to face his quivering form. Just like the baby field mice cowering in their mother's den, he was defenseless and exposed.
She admonished him in a voice as cold and uncaring as her dull grey eyes. "Are you, really? You don't look sorry to me."
She touched his cheek. The assault was swift, calculated and painless except for the tips of her black claws pricking the skin, set to dig in like hooks the moment he dared try to escape. Once he got the idea she moved her paw under his chin and turned his head left and right to get a better look at him. She sneered, "You're an odd looking little brat. Were you born in this pride? Who is your mother?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 6:53 pm
Oh no ... now she was interested in him. Zadok had already figured out that having just about any of the darker cubs take an interest in him was bad. It could be very very bad depending on how interested they were. "Really! I'm really really sorry," he groveled quickly, trying to flatten himself to the ground.
Her claws on his cheek stopped him, though ... and then she just sat there looking at him. "I ... yes... I was born here," he stammered a bit at her questions. "My mother is Rhaen.." His mom probably wouldn't be happy that he named her, but how was she going to know? And he feared what might happen if he lied.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:24 pm
Shababa's eyebrows lifted slightly. After a couple of seconds she scoffed and pushed the cub back. "Pity. I never would have guessed. Poor Rhaen..."
Rhaen was such a pure looking demon. Her coat was completely black with emphatic red markings, simple yet elegant. Obviously Rhaen was not as good looking as her, but she had all the markers of demon blood and Shababa respected that. To have given birth to this lowly creature, this insect, was an insult to her demon blood. Shababa narrowed her eyes, giving him a critical look. "I suppose you must be good for something. What kind of chores can you do? Do you have any special skills?"
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