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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
I…was hungry. I was always fucking hungry. It seemed my main drive in life was to kill, eat, sleep. Then repeat, endlessly. Oh, I didn’t mind the process. Honestly, I found great enjoyment from killing. I was obviously satisfied with eating. And sleep was rather relaxing. I was just growing irritated with the repetitiveness of the process. I wanted something new. Something exciting. My issue was probably that I was eating the same damn thing every meal. I might be a cat, but there was only so many mice and birds I could eat over such a short period of time. I wanted something A, that tasted better than a mouse, B, that had more meat than a bird, and C, that was somewhat of a challenge to actually kill. I mean, I could step on a mouse and it died. I wanted a good wrestle to the death or something. I knew I had all these muscles and dammit I was going to use them. I wanted to get stronger. I wanted to prove I was the top cat in these parts…or soon would be. I knew I had to grow. And growing meant eating. And eating meant becoming stronger. And becoming stronger meant more skillz and bigger food to kill. This all made sense to me.
So, here I was. Exploring. Hunting. Not the nice kind of hunting where you know exactly where that one bird will fly because they fly the same damn pattern every day. No, the kind where you have to go way beyond where you’ve ever been before and hope for the best that something shows up you can eat. It was a bit of a gamble, especially because I had no idea where I was or if there was game around at all…let alone water. But I wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing. I should probably sniff out some water soon. Maybe later. At the moment, I was pacing the inside of some bizarre stone structure. It wasn’t alive…but it seemed this stone had simply pushed up from the ground, creating some kind of oval circle shape thing. It took me about a half second longer than it should have to realize I was currently at the bottom of the structure. Which, was bad. If there was some hungrier larger thing above me, I’d be trapped. Hey….hey now. That’s a good idea. With that idea, I, as best as a mildly uncoordinated panther cub could, climbed up the structure until I was at its peak.
“Boo-yah.”
Oh…wait, maybe I shouldn’t shout victoriously if I wanted to surprise my dinner…
Aug 30 2015, 09:36 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 30 2015, 09:37 PM by Hasira.)
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VAZI HASIRA
"shattered innocence"
Stupid, irritating cub. It had started off prancing and mewling in that annoying fashion... That annoying fashion that reminded him of his poor little brother. Until he told it to shut up then it pranced and danced no more and left him in blessed silence. Blessed silence where he could think about the past events. Where he could ponder the evils are the carnivorous race and the virtue of his own. Well, no one knew they were virtuous yet but he did. His kind would learn. They would come from their ignorance and blossom... He would be sure of it. Until then he would stop the carnivores. He would protect his own kind... Yes. Protect. Protect them all from the evil! He would do it even if they didn't want him to...
Finally the duo arrived in Orion. The crumbling buildings, the blessed grass, everything was nice.
But it still didn't fix the hole in his heart.
He stepped atop the platform in the center of the room and peered around. The throne, the crumbling buildings... Yes. He could make it all his own. He just had to--
"Boo-yah."
His head turned sharply in the direction of the unwanted noise. Ah, it was another cub like the beast behind him. Hatred flared in his gut as his cold gray eyes stared down at the creature. Here was another that he could re-educate into the proper way of thinking. "You piece of filth, how dare you climb to the top of this platform without being invited? No matter... I will teach you the error of your ways and of your very nature soon enough." With that he focused his magic--
But nothing happened. Irritated that his magic had failed he lowered his antlers and pawed the ground. Daring the cub to approach him.
Aug 30 2015, 09:53 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 31 2015, 04:55 AM by Mercy.)
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Beast lingered a bit behind, pale seafoam eyes wide at the sight before him. There was another cub! Just like him! Only--black. It was his opposite, dancing and pouncing, and the lion cub took a few hopeful steps forward before being stopped by the jarring bark of Vazi's angry voice.
Beast jerked to a halt, turning to peer forward and up at the stag. For a moment he'd thought that maybe his guide lived here, that the black cub was another of his sons, and someone for Beast to play with. Maybe he still was? Maybe he was like a brother that Vazi was bringing him to, but who had done something wrong in his dad's absence?
The white lion gave a soft mew, questioning and squeaking, and took another few tentative bounds forward, halfway toward the black leopard. But Vazi was pawing the ground, and the cub hesitated--nearly falling over in his newborn uncoordination--and looked between the two.
He let out another plaintive, confused squeak, barely out of the way should Vazi choose to charge.
After having hatched, he was confronted by weird feathered creatures and a huge dog that he wasn't so keen on. Thus, he had fled and had ended up in a tunnel leading out to the sparkly cavern. Blinking his hetero chromatic eyes, the chimera cub wandered into Orion with a look of awe as he took in the beautiful shimmering colours that lit up the caverns from the quartz. This light wasn't as harsh as it was in other areas of the cave and he looked around quite happily at what he was seeing here.
A cry of booyah resonated off the walls and into his satellite dish ears. There was another living thing! Of the same age as Dorian, he too mewled excitedly at the creature's exclamation. Not having yet been introduced to many gembounds other than those he'd met briefly within the Bone Bound and his hatch mate, he had yet to experience any harshness. A flick of a tail and he watched as Dorian scaled the throne from the edge of the room, but a beast with a set of branches atop his head came striding in and he yelped.
Rather than running, he stood his ground in the entrance way but wasn't sure how to make heads or tails of what was happening. Another cub, similar in colour to him but almost identical in appearance to the other big-cat babe was also there. He seemed to be listening to the stag creature and he wondered if he should as well. Crinkling his nose, he spoke directly to Vazi, "Is this your room then? I didn't see anyone." Unaware of the error of his ways, as Vazi so vehemently declared he merely stared innocently at the trio as they fought pettily over this decrepit place.
"And when I walk the streets
Kings and Queens step aside"
Okay, maybe boo-yah was the keyword to make food appear. Massive, juicy, thick food to just magically poof into existence right in front of me…well, actually below me but that wasn’t a problem. In fact, because I’d climbed up here, I was in just the right position to pounce at the creature. What was the thing anyway? It smelled like food, walked around like it too. But it had stupidly long thing legs…how unhelpful in a fight, seriously. It had a huge throat, long neck thing…which made it an easy target. Honestly, minus the big pokey things on its head, you’d think the creature was designed to be eaten…by me.
Wait…the thing was talking? The error of my what now? Who died to make this meat king? Did the sticks jutting out of his skull mean he was ruler or something? Perhaps a crown? I couldn’t help but laugh. What a joke. Maybe it was more of a defensive tactic…if he seemed important, maybe he would be less likely to be attacked. But I wasn’t that stupid.
Wait…what…was that? Another cat. Small like me…but, what was he doing? Why was he pouncing towards me and not the meat? Was this the stick-head’s defense? Pfft, not much of competition. Just look how uncoordinated he was. Childish. But…potentially useful. I probably wouldn’t be able to take the meat down in one shot, but if another was leading a secondary attack…we might just…
And then someone else joined the party. It was another cat. Damn, did mister meat have a freaking kitten army or what? Oh, oh hells to the no. I was not going to be the next recruit…wait. Pause. Think Dorian. Army of kittens…surrounding a thick payload of meaty goodness…hello? Ignoring the newest arrival’s words, taking advantage of the potential millisecond the twig leg could be distracted…I flung myself forward. Okay, I had aimed to land on his back, but apparently my trajectory was a bit off. Instead, I found myself falling more towards the white fluff ball. This probably wasn't going to end well.
Vazi didn't lift his head, he kept his antlers lowered and pointed threateningly towards the small cub. Would the creature take him up on his nonverbal offer of combat? Before he could ponder that too much he heard something off to the side, another creature speaking in the same voice that once belonged to his brother. Damn cubs, too many of them! He would show them all their place. The new one at least didn't try to pounce or yell stupid phrases. He would deal with that one as soon as he finished with this one.
It didn't take too long before the dark cub flung himself in his general direction but apparently it was bad at aiming and ended up going towards the idiotic beast. "Get out of the way, fool!" He growled at the cub and with a deft movement of his forehoof tried to nudge the white cub out of the way so he wouldn't be injured. As mean as he was to the cub he wouldn't let an outsider, especially not another carnivore, harm him. It was his beast to take care of, not anyone else's.
Angrily, he swung his antlers at the leopard, attempting to puncture one of his legs and cripple him before the battle even started. "You will pay for your insolence, you piece of filth!"
Aug 31 2015, 06:36 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 31 2015, 06:37 PM by Mercy.)
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He stared blankly as the black cub charged, and he tensed, thinking to meet him spring-for-spring in joyous play. But then a blur of darkness and Vazi had shoved him aside, and he tumbled upright, peering confusedly back.
The angry voice, again. Beast cowered down, flattening large round ears, but immediately assumed that Vazi had been protecting him. Vazi was his guide and guardian and even though he lost his temper, he was only looking out for Beast.
Or maybe the strange black cub had broken some protocol. Vazi didn't like bad manners, Beast thought.
He cowered down, out of the way and silent as his guide had taught him to be, crushed to the ground out of sheer fear and submission--waiting to see what Vazi would do.
When the stag struck at the black cub, Beast's pale eyes widened--and then he covered them with large white paws, unable to watch any such violence unfold. He let out a pathetic, mewling cry of fear, too, for good measure.
Jeez. Everything here seemed to heat up rather quickly and Dustin's eyes grew wide as Dorian appeared to leap at the deer, completely miscalculating and heading towards the other cub. Almost face-pawing at how much this situation had escalated, he watched as Vazi went to strike out at Dorian and he hissed fur bristling. "No need to fight!" Not wanting to sit back and just let this all play out in front of him, he charged forwards to assist the two feline babies. With his own feline babyness. Not entirely sure where he was aiming to go with his running, he decided to focus on the white cub as he couldn't do much to stop a full grown 600lb stag.
Avoiding the spindly legs as he tried to make a wide berth around the two fighting creatures, he ran up beside Beast and pushed him with his front paws, "Come on! We got to get out of here." There was fear in his voice but he was determined to get everyone out of here safely without there being need for skulls being cracked open and blood spilled onto the nice floor of the throne room.
"And when I walk the streets
Kings and Queens step aside"
I really needed to work on my landing techniques. Oddly, the word boom seemed best in describing just how terrible it was. I just kinda plopped onto the smooth stone like a rock. No catching myself on my feet or anything. Nope, just belly flopped the stone. It was just great. Only hurt…a lot. Nothing cracked or anything so hopefully I hadn’t done anything but knocked the wind out of myself. Oh, right, breathing. I gasped, trying to take in a deep breath but ended up hacking up a lung by doing so. I back up, mostly out of concern for my life as I coughed. As I shifted, I saw the swiping of sharp somethings and the flash of a ton of movement. It took me a bit to process everything…other than that my back was pressed against some kind of stone seat. Okay, so meat on sticks was now on the offensive? When did meat fight back like that? Sure he had that thorny crown, but c’mon. And, if I’d seen right…sticks for brains was actually protecting the white kitten? That wasn’t normal. Was it normal? No, dinner did not protect you. And then the other kitten…he was trying to move the first kitten. Maybe they were friends? Maybe they were afraid of seeing Dorian guts all over the floor. I kinda wasn’t in the mood for that either.
I eyed the now obviously taller than me beefy steak. Thunder thighs was just going to have to wait until I was bigger, or had a couple back up kittens, for the real fight to ensue. Maybe even if I had surprise on my side…yeah. Either way, I knew I was cornered.
"You’re not going to eat me so don’t make me bleed, mmk?"
I immediately looked over to the others of similar build to me.
"What on earth are you guys doing with a stick headed dinner?"
Hopefully my voice was accusatory, but it totally cracked…more than once.
Sep 04 2015, 09:25 PM (This post was last modified: Sep 04 2015, 09:28 PM by Hasira.)
MAGICKA LEVEL 99% RESTORED TO 100%
VAZI HASIRA
"shattered innocence"
Annoying! He'd missed the insolent brat! Air snorted from Vazi's nostrils as he lifted his head, ears noticing something behind him. The other feline, which he thought he'd be able to deal with later, was now trying to entice the thing away. Unacceptable! Vazi's eyes turned to the serval, narrowing in hatred as he pushed against the beast. "I will do whatever I please to you... to all of you!" He stomped a hoof on the ground and summoned his magick. He attempted to pull water from the bodies of the feline's present but the spell went wrong. Instead he could feel the water pulling from his own body. When he realized the spell went wrong he cut the flow of magic so that he wouldn't do anything irreversible to himself.
Annoying! Everything present was annoying!
He stomped his hooves in the dirt and instead of striking at the black cub he instead lashed one hoof at the one trying to escape with the beast. "You are not going anywhere! You all belong to me now!" He would not tolerate this behavior from lesser creatures.
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