As the last known survivor
stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watching us all in the eye of the tiger
OOC Junk
Word Count :: 350
Well, it seemed he had gone as far as he could go. He had traveled for a month now, at least he thought that’s how long it had been, and had now ended up at the sea. He could imagine what it might be like here in the winter time, cold and wet, but now in the spring it was inviting, the waves lapped at the shore spurred on by the breeze. Any other creature might have seen it as an excuse to nap the day away in the lazy sunshine, but not he; he saw the sparkling ocean water as a trap.
Ovidiu had been running, and though he had not seen or heard any sign of his pursuer in the last week, he could not shake the paranoia that he was still being hunted. The complete uncaring glint in that man’s eye as he had come at him with a skinning knife still haunted the tiger. How could someone be so ruthless that his life could mean absolutely nothing more than a paycheck? It gave him the chills, and made him very, very scared.
The large cat had followed the shoreline southward for several hours, but it seemed never-ending. He had waded through the calm surf, enjoying the feel of the saltwater on his large paws, plus it gave him an extra sense of protection, that his feline scent was being washed away. But along with this sense came the ignorance of scents, and he had not realized that he had passed any sort of border into claimed territory. There was not a soul to be seen, so he had no inkling at all that he was on pack lands.
Ovi, of course, was starving. The pangs of hunger had been a constant for weeks now. He had lost the layer of fat he had gained from cub-hood and now looked very lean. He was tired too, only resting here and there, and never deeply. How badly he wished he was home, lying in the cushions of his place in the sisters’ room. He missed them so much.
this post is full of badness~ ;-; also, for referance, Io has a spear on her bag aswell as a bag full of oats and meat
Although it had been only been two weeks, Smoke, the foal Rio had bore, was a lively and friendly. Her mother was on riding rest for a while of course. But Io was determined not to let her go too waste while she waited and so that morning she had mounted Neo and collected the two females from their stall. Th filly followed on well, naturally shy and almost intimidated by Neo, but as the large, pale creature paid him little attention, neither good nor bad when he did, the ride was uninterrupted. Io kept Neo moving slowly, controlling him with great strength through means of his thick mane. Rio followed beside him faithfully, no halter or rope to tie them together. And, in turn, beside her, the small, dark coloured foal.
In contrast, Jaroslaw was not as pleased with the breeding program in Aniwaya. He'd only been told that morning that Neo had mounted his own mare, Gda. The grey hybrid had muttered for a while about how he'd not be able to use her for ages and how she'd be rendered useless. Although his mate had told him she was still ridable, he'd paid little heed to it.
Io pulled upon Neo's mane, leaning forward to tug on Rio's too and whistle to the little filly. For a moment she was surprised, silver orbs narrowing to gaze at what she was sure she'd seen but then again, was aghast at the narrow possibility. A tiger. Tygrys...' she mused, her eyes sailing over what she'd only seen in books and heard of in stories. The creature looked lean and with that though Io spoke, 'You. Do you speak?' She meant of course high speech, any kind, any language. While she should have been scared, she was more in wonder.
As the last known survivor
stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watching us all in the eye of the tiger
OOC Junk
Word Count :: 307
Resided to the fact that he really had nowhere else to go but back the way he came, Ovi decided to rest in the surf. He laid on the threshold between dry sand and wet, letting the waves lap up his front paws and onto his chest. Like any other of his kind, he loved water, though he enjoyed fresh rather than salt. Still, the rhythmic wash of the waves was soothing, and the tiger found himself closing his eyes against the sun. He half dreamed then, letting his mind wander to better days, when he was with his adoptive family, and farther still, when he was still with his birth siblings.
His reverie was suddenly broken by the sound of hooves, and his eyes shot open and he jerked his head around to see the shape of three horses heading towards him, one mounted by a dog-woman. He stared, eyes wide as they neared, unable to move or think. How had he let them come so close to him? He was frightened, and the woman stopped a ways away and asked him if he could speak.
For a moment he said nothing, maybe he could just remain silent and she would lose interest, but he didn’t think she was in league with the trader, and he told himself that he had to start trusting strangers if he had any hope of surviving. Ovidiu stood and shook himself off, Um… yes, I can speak. My name is Ovidiu. He said timidly. He looked warily at the horses; he had never been comfortable around the large beasts, even though he easily could have taken down a full grown horse if he knew how. But these horses for some reason seemed larger then he remembered, then again, last time he had seen any he had been smaller he supposed.
Io didn't really have any sort of back up plan. Nothing to say or do after asking if the thing could speak. Most felines she knew were stupid, a throwback to their feral heritage. They had no advanced forms, nothing aside from the form they were born into and a small spark in Io deemed them lesser creatures. But the more reasonable side of Io reasoned that if it could speak English, high speech none the less, it was worth respecting the creature and it's abilities.
'Good...' Io mused. Blinking quietly. Her snow white digits tapped gently on the bony shoulder of her horse, taking a few moments there after to dismount and send the horses away to graze. She was no novice when understanding emotions, noticing just then that the tiger, Ovidiu, was wary of the horses. 'They will not touch you' she said, approaching slowly as her speech flew through the air casually, 'They are more afraid of you. I am sure you have seen horses before? They have not seen tigers before, tygrys'.
