03-28-2009, 04:36 PM
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Zana's cries had not fallen on deaf ears, though it had taken her a ridiculous amount of time to figure out just from where it had come from. With such acute hearing, Corona hadn't even been that far off but in the thick of the forests near the beach. She had scoured them much longer than she should have, wondering what on earth could have been wrong (or going wrong, even though she chose to believe such a thing wasn't happening) and that panic had only picked up through the moments where she hadn't been able to locate the pint-sized child who incidentally shared her name.
When she had found her, it was as the trees began to thin out and the sand reached up into their grasps, mixing with the unkempt grass that would eventually poke through the earliest of spring snows; but Zana was being held onto by someone unfamiliar. Dull in colour like the world beyond him, Zana stood out against the foreign blue-grey of a vaguely coyote-shaped figure. He could have been someone new to Inferni, but intution doubted it and bubbling anger overruled it. It didn't matter to her, Zana had been screaming and he was now the target of a blindsiding attack. In one fluid motion as she stepped from out of the cover of the forest, her gold figure had swooped low to grab a good-for-throwing-sized rock.
It was with the momentum as she rose and drew back that she threw the rock with, not intentionally aiming to hit the intruder or Zana, but rather to make her (perhaps already obvious) appearance and approached noted. The stone left her hand and arched towards the mass of blue-grey, leaving the spry leader to bristle defensively and snarl out a warning. “Put her down, you piece of shit!” Coyote or not, this bugger had picked the wrong clan to waltz into and stir up shit with.
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When she had found her, it was as the trees began to thin out and the sand reached up into their grasps, mixing with the unkempt grass that would eventually poke through the earliest of spring snows; but Zana was being held onto by someone unfamiliar. Dull in colour like the world beyond him, Zana stood out against the foreign blue-grey of a vaguely coyote-shaped figure. He could have been someone new to Inferni, but intution doubted it and bubbling anger overruled it. It didn't matter to her, Zana had been screaming and he was now the target of a blindsiding attack. In one fluid motion as she stepped from out of the cover of the forest, her gold figure had swooped low to grab a good-for-throwing-sized rock.
It was with the momentum as she rose and drew back that she threw the rock with, not intentionally aiming to hit the intruder or Zana, but rather to make her (perhaps already obvious) appearance and approached noted. The stone left her hand and arched towards the mass of blue-grey, leaving the spry leader to bristle defensively and snarl out a warning. “Put her down, you piece of shit!” Coyote or not, this bugger had picked the wrong clan to waltz into and stir up shit with.