COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
your soft fingers between my claws // any
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12-16-2018, 01:21 PM
His walk is swaying. Side to side he rocks, one meaty paw in front of the other, shoulder blades rise and falling like pistons in an engine.He is silent and looming, and altogether at home in the meadow.
But the afternoon grows late he begins to feel the need to fill his belly, a task which was always easier with another of his kind by his side. Atone he was all for economy of effort. He huffs the air noisily, tasting it for any trace left by a passing member of his carnivorous family, but whatever may be there is overpower by the heavy scent of prey.
The lion's broad face tilts towards the sinking sun, a throaty call reverberating across the meadow. He waits for a moment, perfectly still, but the air is full of only lesser noises. Insects and birds titter, the grasses rustle against each other, and somewhere far away, a whinny sounds.
With a sigh, the topaz lion throws his weight into the earth - a puff of dead grasses and stardust filling the air around him.
Looks like you hunt alone tonight, he thinks, but not before a nap.
@[The Plague] Roll?
12-17-2018, 04:56 PM
@[Atone] is safe from the plague. For now. (rolled a 4)
@[Rouhi] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 5). He is a carrier (rolled a 6). He will not express a trait (rolled a 1).
12-17-2018, 06:45 PM
From his side he rolls onto his back, idly watching some insect bubble about his snot. Wide paws neatly rest one atop the other on his ribcage, and the grasses wave above him. Despite his impressive size, the young lion remains hidden yet annoyingly, awake. With a low grow he swats the honeybee, sending its crushed form flying at a speed which the poor creature had never experienced before, and would never experience again.
Somewhat appeased, he closes his eye, the liquid amber of them shuttered against the dying sun.
But the scent of a large herbivore grows stronger, and soon the closeness of the creature is hard to ignore. Atone rolls back onto his belly, crouched low are barely breathing. Through the latticework of summer sweet-grass, he watches as horse beds down, sinking into the meadow and out of sight.
He slinks forward, closing the distance between them with the practiced ease of a predator in his element.
In a flattened bed of meadow-weeds the horse lies, unsuspecting. Heavily, the lion sits back onto his haunches his tail whipping back and forth in mild agitation. This young stallion was in his prime and armed with magic. He wasn’t normal prey. Atone can smell the heated scent of enchantments working in the air around them; only a starving fool would try to make an easy meal out of such a being. Even if he was just a horse. A very sleepy horse.
Unsheathing his claws he reaches out, and taps the other male twice, right between the eyes.
“Wake up, Horse.”
01-09-2019, 05:21 PM
Horse jumps, and Atone's lips pull back in a lazy sort of smile. A gesture which would probably look a little like a grimace to anyone not familiar with feline smiles as long, ivory incisors flash in dusk's light. He leans back to avoid being struck by a stay hoof or wing in the large mammal sudden rise to his feet, a satisfied laugh rumbled deep within his broad ribcage.
It's nice to meet you, the startled creature says, and Atone just nods as his honey-gold gaze floats across the now-standing horse. It hadn't really been his intention to make this stallion his dinner, but he realizes that now any opportunity to do just that is completely gone. This strange would not make an easy meal, but perhaps he could still provide some sort of entertainment. The lion's silent evaluation of the tall pegasus continues as his facial features return to their usual, relaxed arrangement, his only movement the occasional flick of his tail. He was never in a rush. "You smell like magic, Rouhi." the lion finally says, his broad face tilting ever so slightly as he presents his curiosity innocently enough. "What sort of trick are you hiding?"
01-17-2019, 01:19 PM
"Hmm," the lion replies to his new companion's question, followed by a deep chuckle. "A little, burnt, actually."
It turns out his nose had not lied to him, he discovers, as Rouhi continues. A feline brow raises in interest as the stallion quips about spontaneous combustion, confirming once again that he had made the right choice when he took the more civilized route. But as he continues, one word in particular causes his appetite to flare again. "Are you trying to rebirth, as you call it?" His question is loaded, of course, if this horse was going to transform into a foal sometime soon then maybe his hopes of a fine dinner were not squashed after all. But is look is far from sinister, it has hardly changed. In the west, the sun grows closer and closer to the golden horizon line and Atone casts his gaze skyward momentarily. The first stars are appearing in the east, and he can nearly taste them. He draws a minuscule amount of starlight towards himself, intertwining the light between the tendrils of his mane. The glow is nearly imperceptible, easily mistaken for a trick of the eyes, but he likes to have the starlight close should he need it. "I may be able to help you with that," he suggests, his weighted gaze returning to the Pegasus.
01-26-2019, 05:04 AM
Atone wonders what gave him away as the young stallion's demeanor suddenly changes. No longer is Rouhi the relaxed peer laughing man to man with a stranger in the meadow. He is a prey animal on the defensive. Atone's amber eyes lock on that quivering lip, feeling the other's anxiety spark his ancient instincts, his mind screaming at him to spring now.
But his logic overrides his feral instincts - logic and self-preservation. "Doesn't sound to me like you really want to know," he replies with a disappointed sigh. For the first time since he stumbled across the sleeping horse, the lion stands to his full height. With a shake of his heavy crest, he yawns again. The displaced stardust rises around him and he doesn't try to hide it this time. Sparkles and light-dust fill the shadowy air between them and he smiles. "I thought we were friends," he purrs, but he knows there is no going back once he has seen the unbridled disgust on his companions long face. "But I see," he sighs, his voice growing wounded though he doesn't feel it, "nothing can be done about that now." |
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