six feet under
08-22-2013, 01:43 PM
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The darkness was minimal to those creatures who'd been blessed with great eyesight. Silverback's grey-green orbs shone out like lamps at every stray whisper of strangled sunbeam that found it's way down. There were surprisingly enough of them at the top - what with roots having poked through the cieling, but the farther one went into the laberynth, the darker and darker it became. At one point, Silverback found that it didn't feel so close anymore- and stretched out her tail to find that the walls had spread out. She'd found a chamber - perhaps a heart of sorts of the strange place. Stalking carefully through the dark, she hopped onto a stone slab which had been set like a sacrifical table in the center. How perfect. She could see herself coming down here when she crazed a cut off from the rest of the world.
What's more, oddly enough, she found trace scents of other creatures. There were so few elements to wipe smells away, that they could've probably dated as far back as a season. There were a few different wolf signatures to be found, but no cats. Unfortunately. Bit of a shame really - this was quite the underground palace. Perhaps she'd find some corner tucked deep, deep underground and help up using it as a place to stash prey. In cooler areas, the meat would probably keep for a long time. A truly wicked idea came in the form of scaring a small herd of sheep or deer into the depths and cornering them off.
She stretched out on her belly and let her claws knead into the lip of the stone, as she basked in the thoughts that this darkness produced. Eventually though, she came to realize she was not alone. There were pawsteps echoing ever so softly against the walls. Someone was coming.
08-22-2013, 02:02 PM
Even though the large mall did not think his mate would be under here, he had searched every corner for her anyway. His claws and pads were sore from having to climb up the rocks to avoid fall down and breaking his neck, and he was pretty certain a sharp rock had cut into his pad, so he held up his paw and stopped to lick it. Then, he smelt something he had never smelt in his three years and, although he was wary, he decided to follow the scent, hoping that Yesubai, perhaps with a pup. And he still dripped with water from his near death experience, and finally stopped to lick his paw and shake off the water, when he saw eyes. He instantly knew what it was; a big cat-he had seen the striped animals, was it tigers, moving along at night with their eyes flashing like this. So, he wanted to know what an animal was doing in this pretty place, and wanted to speak in Hindi, but decided not to as he neared the cat. He had not seen such a beautiful creature besides Yesubai, and wanted to talk to her, but was afraid he would get his throat ripped out. He finally gathered up the courage, blinked his golden, almost catlike eyes, and began to speak. She probably wouldn't understand, but he actually tried to....flirt, with the cat. With a few broken words, Kishan spoke to the beautiful cat, even though he had a mate.
"Hey....Lady.....What's....Pretty....Like....Doing...Here.....It's....Dark.....I With?"
"Hey....Lady.....What's....Pretty....Like....Doing...Here.....It's....Dark.....I With?"
08-22-2013, 02:11 PM
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It was a wolf. Of course it was a wolf; this part of the world was overrun with the mutts. Some of them, Silverback had grown a bit attached to, some of them she'd had to hold herself back from killing. One she had killed and then regretted it, another she'd gone as far as to mate with, and she'd never regretted that. She was prejudiced, perhaps, but it was relative to her fickle moods and the actions of whatever individual crossed her path. Big cats are nothing if not unpredictable.
Seemed this wolf before her, however, was a little shy to enter the stage. She could hear him - in the silence of the earth she could literally hear him breathing, but he didn't move forward til he had mounted his courage. Surely he'd scented her by now, so was he preparing an attack? Or just readying his nerve? Silverback was to find out shortly, when a handful of stilted words were stitched together. She arched a black dappled brow in the darkness, remaining laying sphinx like on the table in the middle of the chamber. Well whatever this was, it wasn't a threat. More like... a failed flirtation. It wasn't exactly smooth - he seemed to have some sort of speech impediment - but luckily he was dealing with a creature of vanity. She didn't depend on the praise of others, Silverback was far too independant a thing for that, however... she did like it. She smirked slightly and let out a rumbling sound which could've been a purr or a growl. "Cat got your tongue, darling?"
Oh this was lovely. Perhaps she'd been given a new toy to play with.