Starring role

*Askan* · 06-13-2020, 09:30 AM

Askan hadn't intended to wander this far south. The colder, more temperate, climate of the north suited him better, but an awful case of itchy paws kept him wandering, meandering around Boreas like a transient, grumpy ghost. Exploring was all well and good, he'd stumbled upon a few places of interest but the same couldn't be said for Gambit Briar. It was a bit of a shit hole to be honest. The terrain was rough on his paws, dense with tangled branches and thorns that and tugged at his coat, like the trees never wanted him to leave. The going was slow, arduous, as he carefully picked his way over rocks and around the sharper, grabbier looking briars. But he wasn't careful enough, it seemed.

"Fuck!" He hissed with a dramatic wince as a thorn left a clean, but shallow cut along the line of his snout.

He wrinkled his nose, going cross eyed as he tried to inspect the damage. It stung like a bitch but even with no medical knowledge at his disposal he could tell that a little nick on his muzzle wasn't going to kill him. Probably. Bit of a shitty place to cut himself though, no matter which way he flicked or twisted his tongue he just couldn't reach it. He supposed he ought to be relieved though, it could have been worse, he could've stabbed himself in the eye and then what would he have done? Stumble around blinded and in pain till he got stabbed yet again by another vindictive bush? Askan snorted at the mental image and his tongue darted out to wipe away at the blood that was rolling over his lips. It was bleeding a little more than he'd anticipated but whatever, he'd just loop back to the stream he'd passed earlier and clean it up. No biggie.

He'd only made it about half way there before he felt like something was wrong. At first it was a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, then he noticed that the forest had gotten awfully quiet, that the birds in the canopy above had stopped singing. His ears flicked forward, listening, and it was then he noticed the pin prickle sensation of something looking at him. Watching, waiting.

He tensed, his hackles stiffening as his lips curled back into a snarl. He was all snapping teeth and ferocity as he stood his ground, egging his stalker on to cut the crap and reveal itself. And then it did. Stepping out of the brush the cat was bigger than he'd ever seen, low and slinky with a black pelt and angular pointy shoulders.

What a dumb beast it was, did it truly think a little bit of blood was enough to put Askan out of commission? Pfft, what an idiot, like he'd go down that easily. With a thundering snarl, Askan lunged forward, jaws snapping as he made the first move.

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