04-27-2009, 10:05 AM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Word Count: 592 The beast ran, and on pure instinct the red male followed, his hand on the hilt of a stone knife not yet drawn. His heart pounded, but it did not ring in his ears, or beat in his chest. A yellow, steady gaze was locked onto the fleeing form of Brennt, now his enemy, but approached as friend. How lucky he had been, to encounter the male on his way into the tribelands, and how lucky - he thought - now, that the actual village was further from this border than any other constituent of their claimed lands. Brennt would have had to travel deep into their lands before he could reach his.. meal. It was fortunate, now, that the best lands for building had also been the best lands tactically. However, these thoughts were not prominent in his mind. There was anger, disappointment - and first of all fear. Fear of what could have happened, and might still happen if he did not succeed in convincing the creature to stay away. Gvihita continued her relentless attacks on the male as the two forms, lined in mind, gained on him bit by bit. What he would do when he reached him, Dawali did not know. All he knew was that there was red where it had been green and brown and blue before, he was angry,he was a machine reaching its destination, and would await orders when he did. The eagle jerked mid-air and swung away from their mutual enemy as he slashed out, not running anymore. Had it not been for the warning shriek she'd given, and now a certain feeling of cautiousness flying from her mind to his, he would have continued until he was on him, and likely stabbed the creature where he was, far from his tribe or not. He'd not paid attention to where they ran, had had only his goal in mind. Now, with Gvihita swerving out of reach from the hungry brute who stood still, Dawali made sure to copy her behavior and quickly stepped thrice to his left, increasing the distance between them. Standing there, cautious, and with Gvihita hovering overhead, he considered the enemy in front of him, who now said nothing. He didn't have to. He was something else than he had been, and instinct easily told Dawali that this was not an opponent he could face. He took a few more steps to the left, now circling him again, but to determine whether it was the better solution now for him to run. The eyes that sat in the skull of Brennt burned like they hadn't before, and in addition to simply putting him off it scared the red man who so bravely wished to defend his people. He could not relate to this change, but he could relate to his fear, which now showed him his life as fragile as the finest china. Finally, the man drew his knife, holding it in front of himself as he didn't know what to really do with it - driven by fear more than anger. It was his shield, his life. From Gvihita there was nothing; the bird's mind was on the other male, trying to predict a move, or simply understand what it was. Dawali's voice was calmer than he in reality was, knees feeling as if they might give in after both the sprint, and the different Brennt who threatened him so. You'll go home, or to wherever it is you live. And you will not come back. You understand? |