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Post by CaptainClover on Nov 1, 2012 20:46:01 GMT -5
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The spotted shape stalked through the shadows, looking nothing more slight silhouette against the shade. Her short tail barely moved, paw pads barely scathing the surface below as she held her breath while walking. The Mokave knew she must be approaching the beast by now, as the foliage around her now smelt freshly broken, so she was applying all her skills of stealth to avoid detection. Charity was hardly a huntress, but after having such a love of animals, it was hard not to know the basics of how to treat other species. This particular species was big, as she could tell from the height of which the branches in the forest were being pushed or bent backwards.
The amber eyed thief had planned on relaxing that day, from taking a break and getting a bit extra sleep since she had gotten a particularly nice price for the stolen item she had 'acquired' that day. Yet her restless nature as of late had made her decide to get up and go for an early walk. This restless nature was due to her injured leg forcing her to rest more often then usual, not that she usually did meaning the stitches were still protecting with a slight ache and pull that she'd rather live without if truth be told. However during today's walk she had heard the deep cry of some beast and had followed it to the tracks she was currently stalking.
If her intuition was right, then she was following some kind of large beast that was angered or wounded, maybe both, and that it had charged this way to get away from something as it hadn't gone through the forest with the usual gentleness most forest creatures had adapted to. Charity stopped and sighed, hoping that whatever this creature was, that it was interesting and that she could help it in some way. She usually spent her time in forests or in nature anyway, to appreciate the cute animals that scampered and sung around her. It was also one place shades never seemed to come, so it was the one place she could truly relax.
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Post by Kitsani on Nov 1, 2012 21:29:19 GMT -5
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More and more lately, the tom seemed to be finding himself beneath the canopy of the autumn trees. Some might argue it was because it was beautiful outside, but Kite wasn’t the type of guy to go around enjoying scenery. No, when the Siamese pulled himself from his hidey-hole, it was always for some kind of reason, and they were usually along the same lines. He was either out being a pirate in a foolish quest to be brave, or out slinking around in search of materials for new weapons and inventions. Options were endless, but Kite wanted to try his hand at a staff, in which he’d etch intriguing designs along either end of it. But for something like that, he needed a really long stick.
Glancing back at the brand new, leather journal he held in his paw, the information was all there, scrawled atop the smooth parchment in tiny writing. He needed to make sure he didn’t run out of space; the new book he’d gotten from his pirate raid was amazing, and the thought of filling the pages beyond use saddened him. But it wouldn’t stop him from getting his ideas down. Not for a second. Of course, so distracted in these thoughts, nose in his book and bright blue gaze on the ground, he was less than aware of what was going on around him. Soft rustling could be heard not too far away, and maybe if he was extra attentive he might’ve caught the sound of the smaller rustles of a stalking feline with his large ears. But for now, they flopped carelessly, his fur falling past his goggles and into his eyes.
He didn’t have any of his pirate gear on him at the moment, and for the encounter it seemed he was about to make, it was probably a good thing. The tom was always so careful to stash away his treasures, keeping on him only his rusty set of throwing daggers and his everyday bandages and goggles. Nobody suspected the skittish blacksmith of anything as low as ‘being a pirate’. He was a loyal cat of the empire as far as anyone was concerned, crafting weapons for the soldiers and for anyone else who felt safer with a pointed edge at their side. Surely such a fraidy-cat wouldn’t do any kind of adventuring, right? And truth was, when he was out on raids he spent half the time chewing his claws and complaining, sometimes even listing off all the terrible things that could happen to them out there.
But when the waves calmed and night fell, the view of the stars form the ocean made everything worth it in a heartbeat. Snapping from his reverie, Kite glanced up from his journal; that rustle had been a bit louder than the others. “H-hello?” he meowed out in a quiet voice, not as much as a call, more along the lines of needing to say something, just to hear something familiar among the chorus of strange, dangerous sounds. His speckled tail tip twitched uneasily, but he didn't run off…for the oddest reason, he felt like it would be a bad idea simply to run away from every sound he heard. Maybe he was actually becoming…braver? Heh, he wished. Dismissing the thought, he shuffled away from the underbrush and pressed his back to a tree trunk, still unable to shake his uneasiness away at the sounds of the forest. I’m sure it was just nothing…
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Post by CaptainClover on Nov 2, 2012 14:11:12 GMT -5
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Charity's curled ears perked at the new sounds now crackling through the crisp autumn air. With her usual cautiousness, she came to a stop, realising that this new rustling was not a signal that she had found the beast, but that something else was now nearing her. Pressing herself into a lower crouch, the spotted she-cat waited in the shade, wondering what exact creature was coming to meet her. It didn't take too long for her to see the Siamese tom walking through the path she was currently stalking, a book in his paws and his eyes glued to the pages. He was anything but a hunter, and certainly not a low classed cat looking for another victim. He looked more like a lost school child then anything, his movements being as ignorant and loud as any kit would act. He obviously didn't know that the thief was even there or watching his every movement, and she couldn't help but think this would be a perfect chance to steal a little gold. Yet this tom obviously had nothing of worth or worked for anyone royal, so instead Charity decided that she'd just leave the dumb tom alone.
However at that moment a new rustle seemed to crack through the air, making both cats look up. That had certainly not been the mokave she-cat, as she had remained as still as stone while she watched the other tom. Neither had it been the cream tom as he seemed just as surprised to hear it, leading the thief to one conclusion, and not one she liked too much. The tom had, unfortunately, not come to this idea, as if he had, then he wouldn't have foolishly called out 'Hello?' and waited for a reply.
The she-cat cursed silently, hoping that the beast she had been tracking wasn't the one who had caused that rustle and hadn't heard the idiot. But her optimistic idea was soon crushed as a loud and deep growling sound called from where the original rustling had originated from. With little to no warning, a sudden beast smashed through the foliage, its head down as it charged, two glinting and fatal looking horns aimed right for the cream tom. It was massive and seemed to be taller then both cats who saw it with a stunned silence.
Glancing to the blue eyed tom, the speckled she-cat was more then happy to let him get charged into by the beast, because heck she wasn't going to risk her life for him when it was his fault to go bumbling into the forest. However what she didn't want was to see him try to fight the charging beast off and somehow hurt it in the process, so with little doubt she dived forward, aiming to knock the tom out of the animals path.
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Post by Kitsani on Nov 2, 2012 14:41:14 GMT -5
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The fur on the back of Kite’s neck seemed to prickle, and he lowered his ears. Something was very much amiss, and it was in that heartbeat that he heard the deep roar. He didn’t recognise the sound in the least, and when the beast materialized, he couldn’t even scream. His jaw dropped, dumbstruck, rooted to the spot. He was completely frozen, staring at the beast that seemed to be charging his way. It had horns protruding from its large, ugly head, lowered and pointed at his fuzzy white ribcage.
It was odd how what proceeded to occur unfolded. The pirate stared at the beast as it charged, it’s beady eyes staring at Kite without conscious thought or remorse. The Siamese couldn’t look away, and his dark paws still clutched his journal. Gods forbid when he died that he got any blood on his pages; dead or alive, he wouldn’t like that. It was when the creature was nearly upon him that he regained feeling in his numb legs, and through his body washed a fresh terror. At least he was feeling again, but it dawned on him that he had stood stupidly for too long. Squeezing shut his icy eyes and raising his paws defensively, trying to brace for impact. But the impact that came wasn’t the one he had readied himself for. It came from the side, knocking the wind from his lungs as the two cats slammed into the underbrush. The blacksmith landed on his shoulder blades, letting out a soft oof and opening his eyes again, wincing at the sharp pain. Owowow, that was rather unpleasant. With a cough, he glanced over at what had knocked into him with such a force.
To Kite’s surprise, it was a feline. Sandy fur, but hers was darker and speckled with more black splotches than there were stars in the sky. Confused, but in no position to be mulling about wondering over petty things, he whirled around to see where the creature had disappeared momentarily; Kite didn’t doubt that it was about to come back. He reached into the bandages on his wrists with either paw, grabbing hold of his dagger’s hilts and sliding pulling them out to his aid swiftly. Their well-crafted steel glinted in the sunlight that dappled down form the trees, and standing up again he glanced over at the cat who had pushed him. He didn’t know what to say, he was still trembling, shaking like a leaf. But the peculiar part of it was that even as he quivered, his paws were still and strong as stone. They gripped the blades without faltering in the least; he was confident with the things he crafted. He’d never hold a trembling blade, but that was the closest thing to bravery he could get.
He sought to find his voice. He needed to say something, ask her what the hell that thing was, say thank you thank you thank you for saving his life… maybe even work up the nerve to ask who she was. But in what universe would Kite ever be brave in the wars of being social? But in the end, he did manage to say something, his shaky voice quiet and daft. “…H-..Hi.” His goggles fell down into his eyes, as well as all the blond fur it had been holding back, and he frowned awkwardly, pushing it all back and starting, whirling back to the bushes where the beast had continued the charge. It seems it hasn’t come back for seconds yet, but Kite nearly gave himself a heart attack not being able to see in that moment. The rustles didn’t cease, but the Siamese managed to flicker his attention back to the random feline.
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Post by CaptainClover on Nov 2, 2012 15:34:16 GMT -5
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Using her skills as a parkour amateur, the speckled she-cat fell into a forward roll as she hit the undergrowth with the tom, meaning she felt no painful impact as she landed. Instead she quickly recovered and pulled herself up, her amber eyes looking around for the charging bison creature. It had been unable to swerve after them in such a little amount of time while it had so much energy built into its charge, however it had been able to avoid the tree that the Siamese had been hiding against. Her curved ears could hear its loud stamps and roars as it searched for its feline target. For once she almost felt a little afraid due to the creature's pure strength, but was also overridden with curiosity as to how this huge creature had fallen into such an enraged state.
However before she could think of an explanation for its behaviour, a quiet and timid voice spoke out, and she turned to look at the Siamese tom, who not only seemed quite awkward but was currently freaking out about his own goggles falling over his face. She smirked at the cute display of weakness, but her amber eyes quickly caught the glint of his two daggers which lay motionless in his paws. <i>He knows how to use them, and he obviously intends to do so.</i> She thought, her smirk receding into a frown. She kept her eyes out for the beast, though her ears could warn her well enough if it was coming and then turned to the Siamese, her voice barely more then a whisper.
“If you intend to hurt that beast then you'll make me regret saving your ass from being skewered on its horns. It's your own fault for not paying attention.” She stopped talking as the charging seemed to halt, meaning the creature was probably trying to sense where they were instead of stampeding recklessly. It's loud breaths could be heard from where they stood, and slowly it got louder as it seemed to approach.
Without a glance to the Siamese, Charity darted for the nearest tree, her claws unsheathed and with a couple steps, she ran up the tree's truck, jumped just as she began to lose traction and grabbed the lowest branch, barely pulling herself up to stand on it. Her sudden movement had alerted the beast to their whereabouts and it began to charge again, so with a helpful intention, she called down to the tom. “Best to climb a tree mate unless you want to be dog meat. And don't even think about trying to use those daggers!”
From her perch, she felt like just watching to see how the tom managed to dodge the creature's enraged stampede, but knew that they would have to do more then just dodge the attacks if they wanted to leave in one piece. Unwrapping her rope from over her shoulder, she wondered just how she could calm the beast down, without hurting it of course. Currently it seemed to be too angry to even look at what it was attacking, and probably way too strong for her to round up with the rope alone.
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Post by Kitsani on Nov 6, 2012 16:07:53 GMT -5
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At her venomous response to the appearance of Kite’s weapons, he started in surprise. “I use t-them for d-defence,” he stammered honestly. “I-“ he paused, his ice-coloured eyes following the spotted pelt as she disappeared into the trees, clearly not seeming to care much to his explanation. He was a blacksmith- of course he knew how to handle a blade.
Of course, he still had a nasty habit of squeaking nervously whenever he released his bowstring or the hilt of a throwing knife. He had steady, artisan’s paws but when it came down to skill, lacking was an understatement in Kite’s sword and bow abilities. Daggers and knives were the extent of what he could do; partially because he convinced himself he couldn’t kill with something so small. His naïve facade worked well for him though, he had had no intent on relinquishing the only belief that kept him from loosing his nerve around any kind of weapon.
Kite cocked his head back as Charity disappeared above the canopy, leaving the tom to heed her words swiftly. He clumsily leaped at the trunk the she-cat had disappeared up a moment ago. Although he didn’t like the idea of being stuck in the same tree as this hostile character, she seemed to know what she was doing. And it became very apparent very swiftly…that Kite didn’t have a clue. His claws slipped and scrambled on the bark, the Siamese hugging the tree as he tried to shimmy up, his cheek pressing painfully against the bark as he found himself in a suspended, clumsy standstill. He couldn’t get any higher up this way, and unless he wanted to be within horn’s reach when that beast showed up again, he needed to move his paws. Only know did the daggers tremble in his hands as he found himself forced to lift them. It felt like an eternity had gone by in a matter of seconds, his heart thrumming in his chest. I…think I might be stuck, he bit his lip. No way he was verbalizing this thought in front of the bandit; the odd cat would never let him live it down! Not that he intended on rushing to meet her again if he survived this.
Commanding his limbs to move, he managed to grab hold of the lowest branch of the tree and swing himself onto it, hugging it tightly. His ears were flat against his head; he didn’t want to move. He exhaled a shaky breath, eyes flitting about in worry of a reappearance of the bison-like creature. He hoped it had a horrible sense of smell – he’d rather not be discovered hanging here. If the tree started shaking violently at the attacks of the beast, he didn’t know how well he could cling to the bark.
Trying to calm his breathing as he clung to the branch, he also did his best to ignore Charity’s presence, his face still flushed with embarrassment. His ‘climb’ up the tree had been far from impressive; then again, nothing he ever did really ended up impressive when Kite was anywhere save his shop or ship. Under the starry sky he could draw a map to any destination, but out in the woods he couldn’t even get from the ground to a branch. His thoughts stopped abruptly at the agitated sounds of a very irritable bison returning to finish what it had began. The Siamese tried to see the logic in its rage, but his thoughts kept reaching nervous dead-ends with every rustle of a bush.
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Post by CaptainClover on Nov 17, 2012 13:13:25 GMT -5
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Charity pretended to study her rope with interest as she stood on the tree branch, though her amber eyes watched the Siamese make his clumsy way up the tree. Just as she wondered if he was stuck, due to his frame pressing itself against the bark with a slight tremble and no intention to keep moving, he reached up and pulled himself onto her branch, making the wooden platform sway slightly though her footing stayed stable. It was hard not to laugh at how he now was hugging the branch, as tightly as though he wanted to become one with it.
However the Mokave kept her jaws tightly clamped, though a smirk did crest them, and instead she looked down to see the Bison creature charge below them, but this time in control of its actions so came to a halt below them. It seemed enraged, but as unaware as most creatures in the mist of fury. Not once did it look up to see them, but neither did it wander away. Now that it was still, she could recognise it as a Talsimon. She'd seen a few before in market, due to their size and usual docile nature they made great inventory carriers, but this one seemed anything but domestically docile.
Now how to calm it down? The thief returned her gaze to the Siamese, wondering whether he'd be any use to her or just a hindrance. He had joined her in the tree, maybe he expected her to help him. Pulling her rope taut, she knew it would be easier just to sneak away, leave the beast to calm down on its own and for the tom to rescue himself, but her affection for animals overrode this idea quickly. Leaving a cat and a enraged animal alone together would probably result in one dying or getting badly injured, and she didn't want to risk the Talsimon getting hurt. This is at least what she was telling herself, not that she wanted to save the tom. No, the reason she was going to save this tom was to use it against him later, as a favour or such. She didn't care for strangers, she told herself again.
“While I'm sure you and the tree will be very happy together, could you save the hugs for later? We sort of need to focus if we want to get out of here.” The spotted she-cat said with a grin, still standing tall over the cream cat. She wrapped the rope once around each paw so she could easily hold it taut, then looked down to the beast. /How can we calm it down without hurting it? Could we scare it possibly, maybe frighten it then sooth it or would that just make it retaliate with more anger?/ She thought with a puzzle gaze, unsure what to do with the mess she had gotten herself into. Despite animals being simpler minded then cats, she would find it much easier to predict a cat's reaction during anger then this Talsimon.
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Post by Kitsani on Nov 26, 2012 18:52:26 GMT -5
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At the spotted cat’s remark about him hugging the tree, he quickly did his best to sit up and wipe off his fur. “H-hugging? I’d never,” he voice faltered, and he smiled embarrassedly, turning his gaze to the bison-like creature. The Siamese tried to figure whether the animal or the cat in the tree scared him more, and found himself stumped. He pricked his ears, his mind also reeling on a way to make the creature go away. The Talsimon seemed impatient, and Kite’s heart sank when it let out a snort and did it’s best to crane it’s large head to look up at the two felines. Maybe talking had been a bad idea, he gritted his teeth at having been discovered, and scuttled closer to the trunk of the tree and away form the edge.
“M-m-maybe if we ask if nicely…. You w-wouldn’t happen t-to know any soothing spells, w-would you?” He did his best to form the sentence, cringing away from the creature below. The pirate found himself wondering for the millionth time how he had joined a crew like the Blue Bloods…or why, for a matter of fact. Jay, Rebel, Blue… any of the other pirates would have easily lassoed the Talsimon and rode it out of the forest like a horse with all the skills they had. Kite assumed it was a good thing he could read the stars like a map; it seemed to be what was keeping him on the ship, and he was proud of that talent. But it didn’t do him any good here: up in a tree in the middle of the day with a cat that was probably debating throwing him to the beast below.
The creature was large; far larger than Kite. This as actually the only time his heart slowed enough for him to pay attention, and he finally got a good luck at it. Horns protruded from its thick, furry head, and it had beady eyes clouded with animalistic anger. He had never seen the things before, and honestly knew nothing about them. Maybe someone who spent more time around animals would be more knowledgeable about it, but Kite never thought once about getting a pet. It was hard enough to look after himself without dropping an anvil on his foot, let alone looking out for some small creature scuttling around his paws. His family used to say he never got out enough, but it seemed whenever he did ‘get out’ he ‘got into trouble’. This is what happens when I leave the shop, I should stick to crafting weapons in there, not stumbling around the woods and irritating scary things. He smiled to himself; maybe he’d live, surely it couldn’t be that hard to get away from the Talsimon. So long as it didn’t require not tripping or climbing anymore trees.
Scratching off the idea of making a run for it with his clumsy feet, he gripped the branch tightly and risked craning his head back to glance up at the she-cat. “Any brilliant id-deas?” [Failpost]
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