[FIN] I thought I lost you....( Riot x Nikita x Bob )

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Total Word Count

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Nikita: 15107 words
Riot: 18008 words
Bob: 506 words
Cain: 510 words
Total: --- words

A soft breath the maw of a now full grown, Riot. His azure eyes watched the horizon, just as he did every morning. This day was different however, it was earlier, the sun had yet to start stretching out it's rays over the land. The call of the wind was stronger then it had been as it brushed tugged on his heart. Whispered and caressed the desire that was in it to find his friend, Nikita. The one that had been taken from both him and Bob, one fateful night.

Their wasn't a day that went by that he didn't want to go out and look for her, but Bob insisted that such a time was only when he was ready. The cub he was then, by the grace of the Weaver had understanding. The scar that teared at the corner of his right eye was a reminder of the danger he faced.

But now, something called to his heart, and urged him on...he was ready.

Large paws, gripped at the grassy earth under his paws. Eagerly, claws unsheaved themselves and pricked into the ground. Pulling at the earth under his paws, his lungs took in a slow deep breath; expanding his large cream chest. The vibrant pink mowhawk almost seem to flex with anticipation and a unspoken eagerness.

Riot had to find her...she was somewhere out there, and he knew it...

Shifting a paw from the earth, The adult turned himself. A wild untamed attitude strutted along side, with almost whip of his tail.

As moved a little bundle of blue cloth floated in the air and with a step it made a collar around his neck, as if fastened by a paw of unseen paws. Riot would venture off, but first....

He had to say goodbye to his protector, and mentor. The one who had trained him, since the day he found them, and even more fiercely they say they lost Nikita.  

[GunSniper]

Since that fateful day when Sir Robert had been taken by surprise and failed to protect one of his charges, he had put all his effort into training Riot. Their 'home' had moved, though he checked back every day to their old cave in case Nikita had returned. All the knowledge the Weaver had given Robert upon his awakening, he spent the long months teaching Riot.

Now the day had come... It was time to put everything to play.

Bob waited at the base of the hill with his own eyes aimed skyward. His armor glistened even in the dawn before the sun decided to rise. Since that fateful day, he was rarely seen without it anymore. Had he not taken it off, he likely would not have lost Nikita and would have been able to ward off the attacker. Would have, should have, did not. It was too late to change the past, but it was not to late to change the future.

His chest puffed a bit as he drew in a deep breath than glanced down toward the earth, Soon, he too would have his own journey to make.  

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Pawing down the hill, Riot slowed his steps as his eye focused on Bob's past the armor. His mentor, was about to start his own voyage...one, he said he felt the maker called him too, and with his blessing the next time he would see him, Nikita would be with him.

Nodding to the other Tahtill, Riot released a slow breath. The earth around them felt so still, as if their surrounds stopped to just watch them. Eyes didn't once remove themselves from his mentor's


Words stilled in Riot's maw as it felt as if the moment didn't truly need any. Something told the Tahtill, it would be meny moon passing before he would see Bob again and since a cub, he had never been with out his protector's shadow.

But this was it, they where going to part ways....and Riot wasn't going to return without Nikita by his side.  

[GunSniper]

Bob watched the hill as he noticed Riot returning from his morning routine. He couldn't help but be so proud of Riot. From the first day of training, Riot had never given up. This was not the easiest of tasks, and the first time in a long time that he would be without his mentor. But this was the day the pupil walked from the mentor's shadow and cast his own.

Riot was more than ready for the task.

Bob lifted his head and held eye contact. Not much needed to be said. They both knew what they had to do now.

"I know you will come back in one piece..." Bob assured his pupil.

As for tips and reminders, he felt Riot didn't need one. Everything was well retained under that impressive pink mowhawk... Riot may have an untamed attitude, but he was no fool.  

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Riot nodded to his Mentor. He would be back in one piece, and only then.

"Thank you, Bob. For everything." Rumbled smoothly from the grown cub's maw as a little proud smile slipped across his face. His pink scruff scruffed chin rose a little in felt arrogance.

It felt as if the world it's self wasn't prepared for the Balam and the determination that rested under his paw. He was Earthed, and would be unmoved in his endeavors.

"I pray you solid and even earth in your own travels." The Tahtil told his mentor, his tail twisted and turned slightly. A single paw gripped mindlessly at the earth, as a purr rattled from Riot's boulder like chest.  

[GunSniper]

"... and a solid and level head for you." Bob answered boldly. Only those closest to him (which would be Riot and Nikita) would have known behind his serious tone, was affectionate joking.

He drew in a deep breath. This was not something that was expected to be easy, watching RIot go. But they would be reunited again, all of them.

Carefully Bob lowered his head and gave Riot's shoulder a gentle nudge. His forehead held in place a long moment before he lifted his head and returned eye-contact.

Waver watch over his journey...  

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A little chuckle, left Riot's maw. Bob did know, that was the best thing he could have on his side. His fat head had not only been grown into, but was a lot thicker as well.

Saying 'good bye' to Bob, Riot retuned the nudge on his opposite shoulder. Riot didn't know how long it would be, but he wouldn't return till he was whole again. As Robert shifted himself, Riot stepped back from the fair well. Nodding once more to his Teacher, the grown cub turned himself. Tail coiled and 'c'ed in the air. Taking one last deep breath, Riot's paws pounced into action and with a heavy thud, they landed and sped him off on the start of what he could only assume as a great journey.

Ear tucked and flatten on the Adults's head as his head jived in motion to his outstretched run. Just as if a cub chasing a string off in the distance, Riot raced toward the horizon and rising sun.  

[GunSniper]

Bob stood back and watched as RIot begun on his own journey. He would remain firmly planted and standing tall until he could no longer see Riot's frame shrinking to the horizon.

With a deep breath he turned to the opposite direction. He had his own task to seek out now... It would be a very long time before he would see his pupil again, but Bob was confident that it was going to happen.

---Several Months Later

Nikita couldn't remember the last time she had felt an ounce of joy. Since Cain and Morning Star had taken her under their wings (literally in Cain's case), Nikita had taken on a while new view of the world around her. When she was a cub it was full of color and wonder, but now it was dull harsh and full of nothing but cruelty. Over the long months Nikita's eyes had sharpened and become cruel to reflect what the world had given her.

Her long legs stretched to their fullest as she ran across the plains with purpose. Each step barely audible to those around. Morning Star had given her a task, and she was determined to see it through just as Cain had instructed her.

Cold and cruel eyes scanned over the land for any potential target. This was to be over with as soon as possible. She had practiced several times with smaller animals as she grew up. By now her skull was thick enough to crack a rock without so much as a slight ache to her head. She had been tamed to use that to her advantage, as well as her incredible speed, stealth and needle-sharp claws.

Cain had shown her that the only way to ease the pain of the world was to tear the flesh of another. Especially if they did not submit. Countless smaller rodents and pray had been victim in proving this point... and now Nikita was convinced that was the only way to mask hurt and despair. The ultimate mask? To take the life of another b'alam in glory of Morning Star's teachings. She would do just that. Her heart could not have been hardened any more as it was now. She yearned for this ultimate mask and to numbed further to the world with the grandweaver's cruelty. Everything she had cared about was taken away by a beast, sent by the grandweaver himself. Nikita's nose wrinkled to the thought.

She would be sure to inflict more suffering to this victim than any rodent she had practiced on. This trail would be her greatest work... and it's pelt she would wear proudly. There would be no mercy. Mercy was for the fool.  

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Claws scraped against rock, as Riot's dark paws hit what was soft graveled earth.

With a huff, Riot turned his head too look up at the volcanic mountain, he had just scaled down from. It was surprisingly easier to reach the caves then come down from them.

Licking his maw, Riot had hopped the tales of 'ghost fire, tribesman' would pan out some leads to where Nikita was. Maximas had been a strong fire kin, and seemed honorable, Riot's own minded toyed with the fact that it would be fun to clash with him, should an opportunity arise one day.

It had been several months since Riot had left his land in the grassy sands. He had met and fought others, learned knew skill and had witnessed great things. The adult however didn't feel any closer to finding his friend, he was looking forward to a nice little side trip to the dunes where he had first ran into her.

It was just past the Vally of rocks, where an ocean of sand flooded the land. Claws flexed and gripped the ground with everystep. Mind wrestled with fond memories, before settling on training after the reminder of the tragic night.

Though in a flash, as Riot strolled past a wall of rocks, a cross breeze whipped a scent across his maw. All movement stopped, as tail erected as straight as a pole. The ridge on Rock's back was sent into a ecstatic raise, as his mowhawk almost stood on end.

There was another...

Parting his maw, he let the smell sheap more into his sense. The tip of perked tail ticked slight. Lowing his paw back to the earth, the adult curled the ground under his paw. He was prepared for another fight, and a low rumble quake though his body, welcomed it! A untamed smile slipped on the Tahtill's maw....  

[GunSniper]

Nikita was unaware that she had started some urban legend with one of her own tribesman. Now and than she had been spotted by Maximus while her and Cain had gone out to practice hunting. Cain was never noticed as night was his shadowy cover. Her own fur was more noticeable in the night, even if she was keen on not being heard.

Cain had always told her that she needed to make up for her lack of night-cover with a lack of noise.

Now she found herself trekking across the dunes, ones that had once held such a found memory. This was where she had found Riot and where Bob had found them. This was where everything had started... and in Riot and Bob's honor she would spill blood upon it. As much blood as she could possibly take from another, she would do so. In their honor and to smear the weaver for sending an assassin to take everything away.

Nikita had not grown close to Morning Str or Cain, she did not see them as family. Cain had made it a point to make sure affection was snuffed out. It was a great weakness. Her purpose in life was not to show affection or kindness, it was to hunt, kill, put others in their place. There were others to care for young cubs or injured. She would rather cause such injuries or death to those who would oppose or follow such a cruel leader.

She paused to the wind's sudden shift. Someone was here.

Unfortunately her senses had become so trained and focused to a specific purpose, she had long forgotten who her true friends used to be. What was once a familiar scent was now repressed far down in her mind in hopes to repress such painful memories. By this time even Cain's deep pink fur-ridge was enough to send Nikita into a rage, one to fight and keep such painful memories buried.

Now she had a target and silent paws swiftly changed course to bring her to what she hoped would be a stealthy accomplishment of her task....  

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With a greater breath of wind, the scent tickled the adults senses once more. This time it pricked at his heart, and it inturn pounded in his thoughts.
It was familure, he faintly recalled Nikita's scent, but....it was dangerous. Nikita wasn't dangerous....

It had to be someone else...right?

Taking a deep breath, Riot focused his thoughts once more. Ear swiveled to the side, as his body remained sill...

However his thoughts wouldn't hush: 'what -if- it was her'

Rumbling another growl, Riot picked up his paws and slowly started to shift himself. His tail now bristled, however it wasn't from anger or alert, it was from excitement.

what of it was her?! The thought cause the adult's heart to beat loudly, and his thoughts race, focus was lost again as he turned himself to almost circle.

However if it wasn't her, he most lolly had a fight on his paws...again.  

[GunSniper]

(Sneak Attack - Nope)

Nikita slowed her pace to muffle her approach further. This would be over soon. Finish the task, get the skin, fulfill the trust that had been shown to her. She was ready. She was more than ready.

Nostrils flared as the wind changed directions. It was a much stronger scent. This caused her frame to shiver and her eyes to widen. What was this? No! Cruel weaver!

Her upper lip curled revealing her nicely sharpened teeth. An icy chill begun to take hold of her heart to the thought of having a trick played upon her. Not just any trick, one that would dig up painful memories. That was all the Weaver wanted, pain and torment. Well, she would remove this painful reminder and use the blood to return the mocking favor!

Nikita charged through the sands toward whomever was unfortunate enough to carry such a scent. As the dune broke before her she could see a deep pink color mixed among the sands. Her teeth braced to sink into flesh, as her sharp claws unsheathed to their fullest.

With a loud roar she lept toward this unfortunate soul, arms spread wide for the grab. So much for the stealth... but at this point she allowed her anger and hate to mask the pain that begun to bubble up in response to the smell and sights.
 

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Riot turned and whipped himself around as he heard what was the thundering sight towards him. Just as he turned his Blue gaze in a mix of kicked up sand only saw a blur of red/white and brown.

Instinct took over in the form of a snarl as the blur was on him, and he felt the weight of what was the sudden attack. The snarl sounded liked to have been thrown against a wall as it was halted with the inpack. Teeth bared and latched back, as he felt the claws and arms of another. Paws reached as hind legs stood their ground and only forced a rear-up to combat the other.

Fur flared and stood on end, the hope that the scent was Nikkta, was wiped away and forgotten in instint to combat the strike given.

(Sorry it's short , if I have time I will elaborate. But I need to clock on, you are good to post, or you can't wait for more. It's up to you.)  

[GunSniper]

(It's just fine I think. Let me know if I missed the mark)

Nikita latched on as best she could as the other abomination reared up and proposed a counter. Each claw flexed briefly to gain a 'hook' into the flesh of the other. Her frame twisted slightly as her own hind legs bore down into the sands, a hope that she would be able to knock him over from his rearing. The other had a very obvious height advantage, but that did nothing to hinder her rage-filled flame.

If she could get to his throat, this would be over. Her teeth had long been sharpened and trained for just this!

As her claws dug in and arms latched on, she moved to bite at his flesh that was square between her arms. Her head remained tucked to keep her incredibly thick skull facing toward the foe.

Inflict as much pain as possible, bring the enemy to their knees, than bless them with a merciful death. That was the way. Though, Nikita was far more eager to just tear into something at this point. The being before her was no more than a tool of torment. Perhaps sent to do just that! The thought kindled her rage and efforts to bring this cruel symbol down.