[Semi-SRP] The Cruel Reality Strikes...

[Caitlyn Hellstorm]

Smiling, the nantlil watches her children explore and roughhouse near their main den and to see one of her children act uncertain as she approaches her brother triggered her to think of her close and dear friend, Abel and his herd of whools. Raising her head, Millennium realized that Abel never gotten to meet her other half along with her four bundles of joys that is running around in front of her gentle ice blue eyes and she is determined to change that by heading out to find Abel and whools and bring them back to introduce them to her family.

When she approached her beloved with her desire to head out to find Abel again, she was met with a brief resistance from him but with her persistence, they came to a somewhat perfect compromise. The nantill will head out ahead and the family will follow along behind without being seen when they approach the area that she first met her first friend. The small family set off for the plains, away from the jungle and during the journey, the parents played with their little ones and stopped for rest when all of their little ones are exhausted, otherwise cubs would find themselves dangling in midair with their scruffs held gently by parents.

Three sun cycles have passed since Millennium and her family have left on this journey so the nantill could reunite with her close one again along with introducing him to her family so they all could be one huge family. Savitar had to endure listening to his mate talking excitedly about this male that he haven't met whenever his mate isn't carrying one of the cubs. The silvery female recognizes that the forest they were walking through are thinning out and she squeals with joy, looking up at her mate with excitement before she took off running toward the plains with her golden daughter running behind her. Bursting out of the forest, Millennium takes in a deep breath and starts trotting toward the hill where they met but her certain and excited steps starts to falter as she noticed that the whool herd isn't massive as before.. in fact.. it was cut down to nearly quarter of its original size.

What is going on? Where is Abel? Why is the whool herd so small now The nantill thought to herself in confusion as she squints her eyes, walking around in the general direction trying to find Abel but her dear friend wasn't nowhere to be found. The whools are acting extremely weird as they are huddled around something and making something that sounds like.... weeping. Millennium froze as she could sense the residue of violence and evilness near the general proximity of small group of whools and her eyes went wide when she realized that something bad have happened here but.. where's Abel? As she draws closer to the huddled group of whools, the smell of blood assaulted her nose causing her to dance backward in alarmed manner because only time she smells blood is when she is hunting or her mate is hunting but this... reeks of something so vile. A brush of soft fur between her legs signaled that her golden daughter is being stubborn and wanting to be with her. "Go back to papa, dear one...Its not safe here." She forces her vines to stay gentle and easy-flowing despite the panic that is rising up inside her chest. At this point, the nantill is very certain that something violent have happened and someone or something have lost their life.

One minute, she was playing with her siblings, dodging through the vines while playing the game called 'Hunter and Hunted" and she was the hunter at the moment then next moment, she finds herself trekking across the jungle and out of the jungle for the very first time. When she's not being carried by either of her parents or snoozing, she is always running off up ahead with her siblings eager to explore everything. The little golden nantill doesn't fully understand why her mama is brimming with excitement but she does understand that its infectious and that they are on an adventure!

When they reached to the 'mouth' of the forest that leads to the plains, she felt a paw pressing down gently against her tail to indicate that she and the cubs have to stay behind while her mother gets to go up ahead. Savilla looks up at her papa and mewed in dismay while she watches her mother scout up ahead but when she felt the paw leaving her tail, she was running toward her mother with a huge grin on her face. As she comes closer to her mother, she could sense that something is right because her mother is unusually tense and she rubs against her mother's front legs, looking up at her with a confused look in her light indigo eyes. The sensations of the place they are standing near is scaring Savilla because she doesn't fully understand death, violence and whatnot. Only death she sees is the prey that her parents brings home for them to eat.

Savilla taps her mother's paw and mews because she haven't mastered the vines so she uses the sign language to communicate with her. Her ears flattens against her head as she leans against her mother's leg for comfort, not liking the sound of weeping and the weird fluffy things all hunkered together. Her eyes follows her mother's vines when it floats up into the air and wove into the words telling her to go back to papa, a stubborn look appears in her eyes but when her eyes met with her mother's steely eyes, she squeaks little bit. Lowering her body to the ground, Savilla scuttled back to her siblings and papa with her tail being all poofed out because she's still spooked by the place and she doesn't understand why.

Ice blue eyes of the mother watches her spooked daughter scuttle back to her family, Millennium sighs softly as she have to fight the urge to go over there to soothe her daughter because she needs to find where Abel is and figure out what happened here. She moves toward the huddled weeping whools warily as she is not sure why they are crying but she is going to find out very shortly enough and she gently nudges few of whools to side but was met with resistance because they seemed didn't want to leave or is protecting something in middle. The sight of huge lump of flesh lays in middle of the huddle caused the nantill to reel back as she trips over her hind legs, crashing into the ground while her startled eyes couldn't leave the sight of flesh. Her eyes flickers around as her mind starts filling up with the questions and her blue eyes connects with lifeless eyes that reminds her eerily like Abel's eyes. ~ Its Abel ~ The wind seems to whisper to her as it blows over her body and the nantill shakes her head in sheer denial.

Her muzzle opens and closes, mouthing the word "no no no no no" and it seems to become an chant as her eyes flickers from eyes to lumpy meat to whools that is now clustered around her weeping. The world went really still as everything else disappeared except for those eyes and lumpy meat before it shatters down in million tiny shards like brittle ice. "Its Abel.." Her mind numbly says as her eyes moves erratically while her vision began to blur, and tears starts to track down her cheeks while she digs her claws into the ground, her body trembling violently. Feeling like her heart and soul is being shredded into shreds with blunt claws, Millennium shakes her head as she struggles to breath and to see through thick sheen of tears.

How did this happen?
Who would want to harm sweet Abel?

The vines twitches and dances in the air above her, not forming into the words but it is a clear sign that she's losing control of herself. Her body shook violently as she jerked her head back, screamed a long shriek of feral agony, sending the birds scattering into the skies and the whools flinching away from her. Curling up against the meaty lump that used to be Abel, Millennium closes her eyes and wept for her friend's life being suddenly cut short, wept for missed opportunities between those two and opportunities that have been cruelly stolen from Abel like finding his other half, experiencing the joy of having a family...

The whools picked up their weeping once again as they clustered around the weeping nantill and the meaty lump that used to be their beloved Shepard.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

(Breaking the SRP rules. Like a boss. (With permission.) )

Looking up to the sky, the day was almost at a end. The sun was saying goodnight with the lovely paintbrush like art work of serbert Icecream. (The orange raspberry kind.) For those that had never seen such a glorious thing, it was like a swirl of orange and pink with a deep velvet hue that accented the once previously white clouds wonderfully.

There was a deep rumble in MorningStar's stomach. A sigh left the male, as he had hope to have reached the place of this 'whool' sooner. His Needled had bright him a nice bounty, of the Delishiois meat; Along side the second gift: Abel's pelt. The pelt draped over his white fured and gold scaled pelt and as wonderful as a gift it was, it wasn't edible like the Whool. Which he craved more of.

Alongside MorningStar with his travel from their camp, was Faer: a Tahtill that he had newly saved from the harsh light, which he was so cruely woven in. Innocent, the Darkkin did what ever his master told him, not knowing any better.
As well as Cain: the ruthless Tahtil that took Abel's life and gave his Pelt to MorningStar as a offering of loyalty. Which was vary commendable. The 'killer', lead the way to the remain flock of Whool.

MorningStar had plans of take a few in hopes of having more in the feture to sustain his tribe. What his blue eyes where surprised to see was that of more then just the flock of the moving animal in the distance.

Paws, paused. Turning his head, MorningStar looked to Faer and then Cain. His tail shifted in stratigic thought....

GunSniper

Thalion

Caitlyn Hellstrom

 

[Caitlyn Hellstorm]

The whools sent out a warning calls as they scrambled away from the nantlil at the sight of a trio, one of the males are wearing a pelt over his back and the whools are going into tizzy because they recognized the pelt and the residue scent. Millennium could sense that her family is nearby with her beloved right behind her, but she couldn't take her eyes off the hunk of meat that used to be her best friend. Squeezing her eyes, she finally noticed that the whools are working themselves up quite good and is scattering away from the spot and she blinks the tears away, looking around to see what is spooking now her whools.

Noting that her children are curled up around her with her mate prowling back and forth, guarding the small family, the nantlil couldn't help but to smile to herself when she takes in the sight of her family, knowing that she's truly blessed to have them. A glint of golden and white body caught her eyes as she turns her head, her eyes landing on this quite large light male with something oddly familiar draped over his shoulder. Milly cranes her neck little bit more further to take a good look at the pelt that is draped over the light male's back and she suddenly recoils then sprang up to her feet, growling ferociously which in result, scaring her little ones. The flare of agony nestled deep inside her heart and soul becomes a feeling of sheer hatred and fury and it scares her but the feeling overcomes her fear.

The vines rises up above her family, twisting and dancing erratically as her ice blue eyes seems to glow with the unearthly energy that is being fed by her hatred and fury (its just the effect of the setting sun and rising moon). A deep rumbling feral growl escapes her throat as fur rises up from back of her neck to her poofy tail when she stalks down the pasture to meet the light male that have HER best friend's pelt draped over his back. "Stay here with the cubs" The vines weaves into terse words aimed toward Savitar before wrapping around her legs and some around her body. "YOU!!!!" The nantlil roars the word out as her claws sprang forward, digging into the earth while her lithe body trembles with all of the fury and agony coming up to the surface.

Krusnik05

[ Radical Dreamer ]

GunSniper

Thalion

 

[GunSniper]

Cain was all too loyal to show his leader where he had managed to find such a wonderful creature. There was no promise of blood where they were going, he had already sucked dry the corpse he had left behind. But, thankfully he had already had his fill.

With the sun vanishing, Cain's sight was gradually becoming better and better and he was relying less on his hearing by this point in the evening.

Almost to the point where he could even fly safely.

Large dark wings tucked against his frame while he lead the group onward. Ah, yes, he recognized that sound. They were very close. Such terrified creatures. Yes, he remembered them well.

"Not far from here." Cain assured the group.

Though, their advance was suddenly halted by the sharp "you" that came from the other end of the field. Bright eyes turned toward the incoming earth tribe. Cain immediately sprung into action, his wings flared out while his teeth barred. The skeletal-snake pattern on his tail seemed to dance about as he flicked the tail tip this way and that. A booming roar sounded from the dark b'alam as a fair warning. 'come closer and I will gladly enjoy your blood'.