Taken pt.1
08-23-2013, 09:16 AM
The cat came winding along the cliffside as nimble and natural as a squirrel in the trees. Course it was a metaphor that Silverback would've snapped at. She could not be compared to prey, when she was the hunter. The predator. The master. All others were were lower life forms. The only individual that could rival a cat lord in raw ability was perhaps one of the mammoth bears that roamed the lands occasionally, but even so, those were just brutes; Silverback was something far more powerful and beautiful. Not to mention cunning.
There was a group of wolves somewhere around here - this much she knew, but honestly she wasn't caring. They'd chosen a place that, while wonderfully defensable against other wolves, was perfect for her own purposes. The endless track of cliffs that lined the coast on either side of the cove, might have been a deathtrap to a canine, but it was a sunday stroll to her species. Silverback had smelled pups in the area, and have taken it into her mind to catch herself a young thing and raise it as her own. It needn't know the difference, and she could teach it all sorts of wonderful tricks - raising it above the level of it's breed. As it was unlikely she'd ever be able to bear any children of her own - the idea seemed perfectly justified in her mind. She had a need and the other creatures on this planet were only there to fulfill it.
Of course, if the young ones seemed too heavily guarded, she wasn't going to try anything stupid. She'd make her observations and be on her way - waiting until a better opportunity presented itself. Then again, if some other obliging wolf were to come her way... perhaps she'd snag them. It was so much fun to go shopping.
Silent paws tread across the dark stone as she drew nearer to the tail tip of the cove. She could see the southern part of the beach from here - littered with tidal pools and well out of sight and sound from the main part. The tide was a bit high at the moment though, and Silverback didn't fancy getting her paws wet for nothing, she'd wait paciently for a little while and see what came her way.
08-23-2013, 09:32 AM
Bi-colored eyes scanned behind the dame as she wandered towards the cliffs by the cove. Keki wondered why no one came her, but maybe this could be her special place. She liked the thought of that, special place. Where the tide pools littered the ground with all sorts of life. It was high tide and she relished the squelch of the wet sand between her paw pads. The fur on her feet was wet but she could care less. Paw prints were left behind her in the damp sand. Yet the femme didn't think anyone would follow her. It was her children's both season and they were all yearlings now. It saddened her though, Pericles and Tiberious had gone off somewhere, she knew not where though. Had they left her like she thought her children would do? The irony of it was that the only child who remained close to the nest was Kairos. She hated herself for disliking the thought. He reminded her of his father. Keki loved him still...but she still feared him deep down.
Her predictions had came true though, her sons had seemed to abandon her. Now what did she have left? Family yes but herself and her sister now. Back to square one she supposed. But Keki wasn't getting any younger now even though she wasn't even close to old. And yet she was still as beautiful as ever. Walking through the tide pools she leaned down every now and then to look into them. Some contained mussels and clams while others contained other life forms. The female took a moment to crack a clam open and devour it's inside. Licking her maw as the salt water dripped from her chin she looked up at the cliffs. Why had no one attempted on climb these? Was it Ben possible? Why not give it a go. With her bi-colored eyes hiding a look of determination she scrambled on too of a rock nearby that was as big as her. Carefully balancing on it she lifted her forepaws to reach for the nearby cliffside. It seemed rather easy to maneuver on down here but up further the cliffs were higher as looked like they were harder to climb. This was fun though...in a heart racing way.
Yet with a shrug she kept on going and pathetically made her way to the next flat surface. Looking over the side she saw a rather deep tide pool. Looking back at her white and gray unusually soft fur she wondered if it was worth getting wet and jumping in. With a sigh and a smile the dame sat on her haunches and looked around the cove. She wondered what would happen in her life next. It seemed like after two of her children seemed to disappear the world had stopped. It was too bad really...it sort of broke her heart. All she had left was one son now; she guessed she should spend some more time with him as much as it pained her on the inside guiltily.
Her predictions had came true though, her sons had seemed to abandon her. Now what did she have left? Family yes but herself and her sister now. Back to square one she supposed. But Keki wasn't getting any younger now even though she wasn't even close to old. And yet she was still as beautiful as ever. Walking through the tide pools she leaned down every now and then to look into them. Some contained mussels and clams while others contained other life forms. The female took a moment to crack a clam open and devour it's inside. Licking her maw as the salt water dripped from her chin she looked up at the cliffs. Why had no one attempted on climb these? Was it Ben possible? Why not give it a go. With her bi-colored eyes hiding a look of determination she scrambled on too of a rock nearby that was as big as her. Carefully balancing on it she lifted her forepaws to reach for the nearby cliffside. It seemed rather easy to maneuver on down here but up further the cliffs were higher as looked like they were harder to climb. This was fun though...in a heart racing way.
Yet with a shrug she kept on going and pathetically made her way to the next flat surface. Looking over the side she saw a rather deep tide pool. Looking back at her white and gray unusually soft fur she wondered if it was worth getting wet and jumping in. With a sigh and a smile the dame sat on her haunches and looked around the cove. She wondered what would happen in her life next. It seemed like after two of her children seemed to disappear the world had stopped. It was too bad really...it sort of broke her heart. All she had left was one son now; she guessed she should spend some more time with him as much as it pained her on the inside guiltily.
08-23-2013, 09:51 AM
Silverback, from her perch, was soon assaulted by the stench of wet dog wafting up above the salt and sand. She was rather invisible where she was - overshadowed and pressed pressed against the walls with plenty of curves of stone to hide behind. Her coat had been hand painted by the creator to make her hard to spot while hunting - and hunting was exactly what she was doing. Soon enough the wolf came into view and the cat was surprised by how lovely it was. It was a wolf, yes, and she hardly ever thought them much to look at, but this once was rather pretty. It was a delicate white thing with a darker grey underbelly and a diamond-back like pattern along her spine. Most unusual.
The silver siren had come to the beach for a pup, but it was hard to pass up so pretty a song bird. She was loathe to show her presence to one of the pack wolves, but perhaps she'd risk it. After all that wouldn't matter if the one who saw her was taken with her. She hadn't quite made up her mind though; She'd talk to this one and see.
She was just about to begin a descent when, low and behold, the mutt began climbing up towards here. It made it's slow but steady way up along some of the lower, chunkier rocks, and even seemed to consider a little bit of diving, before it sat down, most serenely.
Yes Silverback would definitely talk with this one. Perhaps it would prove entertaining. There was the slightest skittering of pebbles as the massive cat seemed to fly across a space of twenty or so paces, but the next moment she was crouching pretty as you please on a rock ledge just above the wolf's head. "Top of the morning, little wanderer," she purred, hooking her big fuzzy paws over the stone lip, and laying down comfortably. "No need to be frightened," she said ever so gently, perfectly aware that her first reaction would probably be one of shock and fear. "It's not as though all cats and dogs must hate eachother. I lived beside a pack of your species one - in the mountain range beyond the snowfalls." There, not a bad ice-breaker.