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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Wed Aug 22, 2018 5:56 pm

The elk man coughed a few times to rid of any excess water he swallowed wrong, before he was finally able to gain his bearing and gaze at the girl beside him. He felt a tinge of shame for ruining their experience - he should know how to do this like every other male in the village. "Heh...maybe just for a minute or so. We did not swim often at the estate. We didn't have a lake or a pool or anything to dip ourselves in, unless if you include the oceans of sweat we all drowned in." He flashed her a cheeky smile, before his gaze slipped back to the lake that continued to beckon him. Almost a mockery, wanting him to make a fool of himself again. He was in no state to make Angel proud of him in that moment. "That, and the fact that the floor of this water is slippery. I don't know how you hold yourself up so well." Leaning back on a hand, he gestured out to the gentle waves that lapped up to the shore near them. "Mud has never been my forte. Despite how much experience I've had, I've never had the power to climb over it. My feet sink in, and woosh, away my balance goes." Bouncing around the issue at hand wouldn't ever help him in the long run, but he figured for now, it was safe. Once he learned to properly wade beside her in the glory that was the secluded body of water before them, he could evade any humiliation and act as though he did know all along. Maybe. One of these days, though, he'd find a way to learn, and not kill himself doing it.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:18 pm

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Oh, right. That made sense then, if there was no pool, then how would he ever swim? Angeline nibbled her lip at the thought of the Estate. It was a little...crazy to think about, even imagine. What did it even look like? What did the trees look like and the people? "Sorry, I've never been out of the village like I've been saying. I just assume you know the same things I do, which is very silly, I know..." She murmured quietly and pulled herself in tightly, resting her chin on her knees with a soft look in her green eyes. She was thinking about the leopard that ventured into the village with Atticus. It was a shame she left so soon, she really wanted to meet her. After all, she had never seen anything other than deer, it would have been pretty cool. "I can't imagine how big the world really is. I can't even think about any place different from here!" Angel passed a slow look at him after he explained about his balance in the water. It was kind of sad really. Swimming was amazing and he didn't know what he was missing. She gently nibbled on her lip as he finished, pulled forward, and picked up her shirt from the floor. Brushing off the loose soil off, she gently slid her shirt over her head and put her pants on afterwards. Then she sat by his side again with her arms tightly curled around her chest. She smiled at him. "So...what do we do then?" She smiled asked. "I can't really think of anything other than meeting Mordecai but that wouldn't be fun - I mean, I don't think so anyway. So what do you think, should we head back then?"
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:00 pm

Theodemar frowned slightly at her words, tilting his head as he scooted an inch closer to her. "No, no, it's alright. As a fellow deer, I should know things that you know. I guess I was just...raised in a different habitat. I'll fit in in no time, if you're here to teach me how it all works." His smile became something more tender, more genuine before she spoke again. The world beyond. It was quite a place, though he couldn't say he had been to many places outside of the bubbles of space he had occupied over the years. He himself was curious of the earth that extended beyond their borders. "Perhaps one day, when we have the resources, I can take you near places I've been." He cleared his throat. "I mean, there's a few towns that I have been through when escorting my Lord. We could find them, see the different types of people and cultures. I know there are many types of animals out there...I want to show you them. At least, the safe ones." Chuckling softly, he extended his legs out towards the water. Her mention of fun did catch his interest though, and he raised a brow as he looked to her again. "I like being away from the bustle of the town, actually. We could always head back to your place, but this...this is nice. Nature, without the worry of anyone else interfering. Besides, I'm sure we have a lot to discuss, right? I've wanted to know more about you, and this is a good place to do it. The sun keeps us warm, and we have peaceful scenery. But it is up to you if we stay, of course. I wouldn't want to impose on your time."
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:26 pm

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A giggle left her lips. "I'd love to show you around." Her eyes traveled to his face and her cheeks went red for a split second. Then the heat left her face as he continued to talk. "Perhaps one day, when we have the resources, I can take you near places I've been." She couldn't stop from smiling immedineatly after and her smile grew the more he talked. With a gleam in her eye from his proposal, she seemed to almost glow from the excitement of a trip out of the village. It would be just what she wanted. "Really!? You mean that?" She asked, absolutely beaming. After a second, Angeline leaned in and shoved his shoulder hard, "oh stop kidding, that'd be amazing! Wow! Like wow...I literally can't imagine that, that would be so much fun!" Theo stretched out to relax and she did the same, still smiling at him while he talked about preferring to stay and talk. She didn't admit it of course but she was hoping he'd say something like that. Angel blushed and shook her head. "Oh don't worry about my time, I hardly pay any attention to it. I'd love to stay here then...get to know you better, y'know." She laid out on the dirt with her head rested on her arm and her eyes staring deeply into his. Gently finding herself smiling, she felt the heat leap into her cheeks again and she couldn't help but giggle.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Wed Aug 22, 2018 8:53 pm

~Three Months Later~


Theodemar swallowed harshly as he gazed at the water, staring at the depths that awaited him. He wasn't sure what to think, what to do. The past while had been consisting of settling into the village, finding a home and trying to find a job. That wasn't going well, but in the time that he had to spare, he spent it with Angeline his beloved, or here. The holy terror. He was getting better, he had to admit, at swimming through the water. He learned to kick his feet and swing his arms to stay in one place, but he was hopeless when it came to long stretches of water. It was wonderful exercise though. He wasn't quite as toned as he used to be when at the Estate, but he was able to keep some of his muscle by flailing around here for hours. It hadn't gotten much easier, not without a teacher. But he refused to get one. He could do this himself, couldn't he? He was a strong guy, he would be able to swim like a pro in no time and be able to impress Angel for once in the water. Sighing out, he stepped into the water, going until his shoulders just peeked out of the water. He told himself to breathe steadily, and began to try and swim to another part of the shore, knowing that if he needed to, the floor was just beneath him. He paddled his way across, having to stop every so often when he lost his rythym, but he was making progress.

Lythedh laid leisurely on his silk comforter, gazing out the large windows that filled one side of his bedroom. In his tiger shift as he usually was, he watched the sun casting its light over his grand estate and the forests beyond, pleased once more with it. It was always pleasing to see that things were as they were, though there had been many changes around his manor since his Persefoni had decided to stay. Little changes to decor, definitely new trophies, and she had rearranged things to show more class throughout the estate. Though he did have to argue about some of the changes, most of them were a welcomed new change of space. He swung his head slowly over to where she was, a feline smile spreading over his maw. "Lovely morning, isn't it my Persefoni?" he drawled, the tip of his tail brushing back and forth against the sheets and pillows. "Another day to enjoy your presence, and your warmth. Perhaps we should go enjoy the sunshine just so I can see your wonderful body walk through it." His smile slipped into a smirk, glancing over her curiously.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Wed Aug 22, 2018 8:54 pm

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Months. That was how long she was stuck in this purgatory, wasting away every last piece of herself to survive yet another day. The struggle never ended, it seemed. No matter how she cried out to the sky or damned herself to just die already, something kept her alive, kept her pinned to the earth like prey waiting for the final blow. It was torture. Her pelt did not shine, nor did anything else about her. Living off of scraps had been her life, would stay her life. No use returning to the village. She did not belong, that was evident. Observing their ways of life showed her that she would always be out of place. Their families were tied together, an endless path of fate that kept them secured no matter what difficulties. Something unheard of in her own life. She had done much thinking over the past weeks that dragged, as it was the only thing she could do other than sit and do nothing. After all the time she had spent romping through the forests in the past, it seemed pointless to let those memories go to waste. So she paced. Paced around her makeshift den, paced around the village, paced to and fro until the grass was long gone. It didn't help her hunger, but it helped her from going completely insane. Until, recently, when catching prey wasn't so easy, when she lost her speed and her agility in favor of protecting something else. She couldn't survive on the squirrels and the rodents. Then she couldn't survive at all. She was sure it was her last night when the rain pattered outside, trickles of water leaking into the hole she created for herself under a tree. It had taken all of her strength to pull away enough roots and dirt to make enough room, energy that never came back to her. She had stayed here ever since she left...now it would be too small. The pain was unbearable that night. Twisting and turning and hardly able to understand why everything went wrong. An hour passed until she no longer felt the strain of stress pulling from every side of her body. But the outcome was not worth the struggle. Two fur bundles lay still against her, having long their breath long ago. The one left was hardly big enough to be considered a success, but...he was breathing. He likely would not be breathing for long. She solemnly gazed at the young one, pawing for any nutrients with his cries of attention, trying to get any warmth from her. She stayed the night with him between her arms, hoping that maybe he would live. Maybe he would somehow survive off of whatever she had left. If she didn't live, hopefully he would instead. Dawn slowly creeped up on her until she was shutting her eyes to prevent the stream of light that entered through the leaves and down to her abode. The bundle kept breathing...but he was looking about as worse off as she was. Filthy, starving, and cold. She only had one option at this point. Rising to her feet, she felt the pain in her heart as her son began to squeak in alarm, squirming on the ground to find where his mother had gone. But she had to temporarily stand, let her regain balance and work off the aching from spending so long laying on her side. Her eyes glanced to her other two. Grey, dusted with white and tan. Then to the survivor. Red. A storm was to be had within him if he were to make it. Her throat tied into a thick knot, making it hard to swallow. Red. The simple word created an agony of memories to flood through her, and it was all she could do to push them back, and push forward as she exited the tiny cave. The grass felt cold, but so did the rest of the forest. She felt unwelcome here, suddenly. As though the trees and the foliage knew of her plan and only beckoned her to follow it. Stepping around the tree, she took a deep breath before her paws dug into the soil. It was not long before a hole was made. Her eyes stared down at it and she pondered. Pondered what she could have done to prevent the loss that now hung heavy on her shoulders. But she had no time for such things. She had a responsibility now, and could mourn when she was able. Crawling back into her own hole, she took the two grey young into her jaws, feeling the painful cold they both held. Not one bit of warmth was within them. She took them to the hole and set them down, cuddled close to one another. At least in the afterlife, they would be together. Yet now her one left would have nobody but her. Sucking in a breath to remove the tears behind her eyes, she covered the grave and didn't let herself stay. Pulling her one left from the cave, she made her way across a path she knew by heart. All she felt was misery. If she died right now, perhaps it would be better off in the end. She almost thought of just laying there until the end, until the warm scruff in her jaws reminded her otherwise, the pleas from the cub echoing too loudly in her head to stop. She had brought him here, but she did not want to take him out of it. He had a better chance than she ever did. She raised her head, following her trail until she reached her destination. The entrance of the deer tribe. She wondered whether she should become a human again, as she stared at the border. Maybe she would have a better chance. But her son would not. She would have to go in as she was. Her heart racing, she stepped across the invisible line she had drawn for herself and walked forward. She did not know what she would do, or what would solve anything. But she entered into the village, set her son on the ground, and roared. A pitiful noise, coming from a starved snow leopard. She just needed something to gather any attention at all. "Please, someone help," she called, the first time she had truly spoken in a long time. "I need someone to help..."
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Thu Aug 23, 2018 2:09 am

Atticus Cross

Months had come and gone, almost as quickly as the seasons. With the fall of winter, came relief and happiness for Atticus, his Aunt, and their family friends. He sat on his mother’s bed, sharing stories to her and holding her hand tightly as he discussed the many things he had kept pent up. He hadn’t smiled for so long in his life. The man lingered, wanting to leave her side so she could rest but he was so caught up in her presence that he could scarcely think of leaving. The two weeks with her felt like a dream. She had come out of her coma not two weeks ago, making it the longest time she had ever been under. But this was both good and bad news. Bit by bit, it was evident her condition was deteriorating. It was a worrisome sign, but in the meantime, she was alive and awake. Little had changed for her, but a lot had changed in the village so while she was awake, Atticus told her about his time at the Estate, Theodemar the guard, Ameya with her brother, and finally – Aaliyah. He didn’t plan on sharing so much with his mother in so little time but she had such a way with him. She was so easy to open up with and so easy to spill everything to. She was his foundation. As a result, bringing up the snow leopard was difficult but he even admitted his feelings for a predator. His mother of course gave a shrewd grin and she shook her head at him with the same amused tone she always had. “I always knew does were too easy for you,” she said, resting against the bedframe with a pillow behind her head. “You get that from me you know. I’m no willy-nilly fluff butt either. You need a real girl with guts…or a girl that eats guts if you’re into that, which I guess you are.”

“Well geez mom,” he sputtered. He put his hand on his forehead and tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself.

“I know, I know.” She rubbed her thumb on his hand, lifting an eyebrow with a faint chuckle. “You always had an eye for danger, huh.” She teased, smiling down for a moment before glancing back up at his face. She couldn’t lean forward due to her back, though she was stubborn enough to want to rest against the backboard. She bid him to come closer and Atticus did. Valencia set her hand on his cheek and he came and softly grazed his forehead against hers, desperately wanting to hug her but he knew he couldn’t. She bit her bottom lip. “I’m so proud of you. You have done so much for me and for people you love; I can’t express how proud I am of you.” She assured him. “You know, you’re a little of your father and a little bit of me. You’re not quite either of us -thank hell for that, he’s dead and I’m in this rickety bed, barely able to move and nonsense.” She saw the brief hurt in his eye when he pulled away, feeling pain by the thought of losing her. She wasted no time shushing him though and she waved her hand at him. “Oh stop that, I’m fine. I’m just saying you got your father’s heart and my damn stubbornness and you aren’t dead so we made one helluva kid.”

When he heard that, he shook his head with a chuckle.

She arched a brow at the reaction, huffing. “What?” She questioned. “I gotta compliment my son, I know no one else has the sense to - I sure know my sister won’t.” She glanced at the door with a sincerely bored look. It was nice to see her adopted sister again but it felt like no time had passed. The mother scoffed. “She’s a doll, don’t get me wrong, but no matter how many times I’m knocked out of this world, she remains the exact same.” She said.

Atticus laughed at her quietly and leaned back into the bed, he kissed her forehead with a smile. “Love you mom.” He said, pulling back a little. “Get some rest, okay. Aunt Sophia told me not to get you too riled up.”

At that moment, Valencia Red crinkled her nose and scoffed. “Ah to hell with her, I’m as fit as a lion by golly, I do what I want – tell her to get in here, I’ll kick her sorry a** myself!”

The man smirked at the reaction, glad to see his mom was exactly how he remembered her, fiery and stubborn as ever. He lifted away from the bed, gently coming to his feet. “Yep, I know you could.” He affirmed, knowing just how determined she could be sometimes. He replied, forcing himself to step away. “But lions have to sleep to you know.”

“I don’t need sleep; I’ve been sleeping for months!” She grumbled as she glanced away with her soft blue eyes. “Maybe I’ll shut my eye for five minutes but only that…”

 

Dean Marten

Leaning against a building within the town nearest to the Estate, the pine marten had a toothpick between his teeth and a haughty smirk on his lips. Light trickled in over the rooftops of the building but he was neatly tucked away in the shade, currently in the middle of a conversation with a murder of crows. He had his tail suavely draped over one foot while his other foot rested against the brick wall for support. The crows on the other hand were stood in the cobblestone road, listening intently to what he had to say. “-now squirrels are another animal entirely, you see mates.” He snapped his claws together and made a curve shape with his hands. “Got some nice curves, good tail, and rather fine personalities. They’re a level eight female. In the bird world, I’d assume the closest you guys have are…” He tried to think of it. “Magpies, yes. That’s the one. For you boys though, I’d keep an eye out for the magpies. They got all the flash and personality you need, trust me. They don’t mind the dirt and they’re nothing but benefits.”

A crow nudged the other one with a smirk on his glossy beak. “See, he’s good.” He said, having told the rest of his group about him. “See!”

Another crow acknowledged the marten’s smooth talk and looked at him with a pent up question; he stepped forward to ask it. “What do you think about rock doves? I’ve had my eye on one but I can’t decide if I want her.”

“Eh.” The animal did a casual ‘so-so’ gesture with a puff, giving his input. “Yea, they’re plump and humble. They can make you turn a beak their way, but it’s a lot of commitment, plus the females get moody when they’re far into the relationship. If you’re a family man, go for it but if you’re more like me,” he pulled the toothpick from his teeth. He looked at the crow like an animal that knew everything. “Just go for the magpie.”

The crows nodded their heads and chatted amongst each other, quite impressed with the advice. They started to thank him and hobble back up the street.

Dean waved his toothpick to bid them farewell with that same savvy grin of his. “I’ll be here all week. Thank you for your business, g’luck mates.” In exchange for that little discussion, he was given rations of food. Dean threw down his toothpick, lowered off the wall and on all fours, and he picked up and dragged the dead lizards he was given. They were the perfect meals and all well-earned – well, mostly. He chuckled at himself, especially at the stupidity in this place. He had assumed crows were smart from what was always said, but that bunch were dumb enough to fall victim to his smooth talk. There was no scam here, except for paying for unnecessary information – much like paying a fortune teller. It was ridiculous but very easy and very lazy living on his part and he was mighty successful.

 

Angeline Grey

Back behind a wooden display at the front of her home, she had worked up the nerve to start selling paintings with the pressuring of her friends. The girl was very nervous at first, she had sold items for someone else’s stand before but never for her own things – especially her art. That was something she kept personal to her, even if she only painted landscapes. It was the fact that some of the villagers had never seen them in person, while even fewer knew she painted at all. Would they want to buy them? Would they even want to look at them? Sometimes, she didn’t know. The nervous grey brocket was shivering at her first attempts to call people in. But she was very relieved to see her closer friends had come in to see her designs before she had to advertise to other people. Miyah Water was a water deer she had grown up with. Well, technically, she had known everyone in the village since she was young, except for Theodemar and Ameya but that was beside the point. Her friend admired her work, asked how long it took, and gave her some confidence. Angeline sucked air in through her lips and back out of her tiny lungs. She felt like a newborn fawn. As a few hours came and went, people stopped by and bought a painting or two. She felt rather proud of herself by the end, considering the individuals she had known for so long were amazed by her work. Angel was giddy and prancing about, she shifted into her human form and packed up the remaining artwork, returned the stand to her neighbor and immediately picked up a blank canvas, paint, and paintbrushes. She assumed all the praise must have gone to her head because she was more eager to paint than ever and knew exactly where to begin. There was a beautiful clearing just out of reach of the village. It was secluded by the underbrush but there was a small snow covered meadow, orange lighting, and a spectacular setup. The place had been so perfect but she was scared she wasn’t good enough to even imagine painting it. Today she was feeling ready. Resting on her knees in the underbrush, feeling the dirt dig into her skin, the strawberry blonde girl dabbed her paintbrush on her pallet and began to color in the basic designs. She was feeling so inspired, she found herself smiling at her work as the backdrop began to unfold before her eyes. Bit by bit, the blobs of paint was becoming the forest clearing. Then suddenly, Angeline paused. She furrowed her brow after hearing an earsplitting roar. In a flash, it sent fear striking down her bones. Her eyes went wide and she sputtered as she tried to pick everything up in a hurry, thinking fangs would be upon her in seconds or that the village was under attack. But then she stopped and thought about the sound and then about the leopard, after all, why would a big cat suddenly roar? Especially since it was so darn close, there must be a reason it did that. And it must not have been a coincidence! Her beating heart began to soften at this realization and she gently set the objects aside, brushed pants, and glanced at the direction of the sound. It was awfully close to her location. Yes, it had to be Atticus’s leopard. Angeline sucked air into her lungs but she felt safer approaching the noise in this form then in her natural one, in case things went wrong, at least she had size on her side. Gaining the courage to walk out after danger, the girl began to march to the big cat, clenching her hands out of fear. She smacked a branch out of her face, and hiked through the trees for some time before seeing other deer scatter into their homes. There were several bucks out, in case things went awry but for the most part, no one was out. If they heard a roar, they stayed put in their homes. But as far as she could see, Angeline was the only one walking toward the sound. The larger bucks and stags were contemplating a form of attack but she stalked past them and hurried along in the tree line. She kept her head low.

Before long, she had in fact seen a worn grey creature. The animal was panting madly, simply exhausted and dirty. The girl was extremely cautious to approach considering she had never seen a leopard in her life so she didn’t know if this was the girl Atticus had taken in. She didn’t even know what animal this was. Quietly and slowly, Angel tiptoed out of the tree line so the worn feline could see her. She had her hands out, gently stepping in closer, obviously afraid from the look in her eye. The color was almost completely washed out of her face. “Um…don’t-don’t hurt me…” Her voice was but a squeak. “Are…are you Aaliyah?” She asked, cringing at the thought of the animal pouncing on her at this very moment. All she had ever known were stories about being mauled to death by predators, what was she doing? Was this even her? Swallowing hard and biting on her lip, Angeline eventually noticed a small red animal beneath the cat and she immediately realized why the feline had come. She was a mother, a very desperate mother from the looks of things. Her arms came by her sides and all of her thoughts and worries fell away; she thought of nothing but their safety. “Oh my goodness, are you alright!” Angeline asked with a sudden wave of confidence, regardless of whether this was Aaliyah or not. She started to walk in as the fear immediately left her mind. “Don’t worry, we’ll help you and your baby. It’ll be okay.”
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Thu Aug 23, 2018 11:09 pm

Aaliyah's heart continued to pound, shaking on her paws. The entire village was eerily quiet after her roar, her voice seeming to do the opposite of what she had hoped to garner. Even an attack out of nowhere would provide her with a reason to fight and defend her reasons, or perhaps one of the stags she had seen would be Atticus. That was a wild chance, but he would be the only one to stop them from mauling her. Every second that passed though, she lost hope, her insides churning painfully as she looked down at her cub, who curled into her paw with loud whimpers. Why couldn't she do more for him? Why couldn't she do more for herself? Her eyes grazed over the village, looking for anyone that could possibly exit a house, even toss her a bowl of water or perhaps a scrap of food. She really didn't know what she needed to start the process of mending, of restarting her life from scratch. She lowered her head and was going to pick up her son when a voice caught her ear. She lifted her head immediately and turned to see a young woman there. Someone she definitely did not recognize. Her instincts told her to run, protect her baby, but...she knew who she was. The leopard's eyes widened as she stared at her, taking a step back and crouching lower to the earth. There must have been rumors that kept spiraling about her here, no matter how long it had been. It felt like years since she had last stepped foot in here, rushed to comfort after her fall. But perhaps it was not that long, if this person knew who she was. She opened her maw to speak, to explain, until her company seemed to fully understand the dilemma. Help. She would give help. Aaliyah felt as though she could burst into tears at the gentle nature of this girl, just the fact that she was willing to get them to safety. She might be a terrible carnivore by blood, but she refused to give into temptation. She suffered much more because of her choices, but she had to. She would not ruin anyone's lives because of her own foolish mistakes. Besides, once she was in her human form again, she wouldn't have to fear about staying alive. For now, she needed to at least make it through the day, alongside her newborn. She bowed her head and stepped back, tentative of the approach but telling herself over and over that things would be okay. "Thank...thank you," she gasped, swallowing to prevent herself from bawling and losing all control of her emotions. She and her baby were not out of the worst of it yet. "I am Aaliyah...but please, I can't give anything to my son, I don't know if he will survive, I-" Her throat closed and she winced, shutting her eyes tightly. It was hard enough to speak, let alone try to get her emotions into words. She nudged the cub forward slightly, her ears flat against her head as she heard his cries. He wouldn't stop, and she couldn't help him. It hurt her more than she expected it would, and she was sure she would die of heartbreak sooner than anything else if things went downhill.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Fri Aug 24, 2018 6:40 am

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Listening to her boots crunch the snow beneath her, she tried to tune out the love-struck buck that trailed behind her. Anything the male could compliment her on he did, it was sickening how desperate he was. Rolling her eyes at his honeyed words, her hands slowly balling into fists. "Why don't you spend a little time with me? I'm sure I'm just as entertaining as that woman's nephew." Stopping in her tracks Ameya's brow twitched, 'Who is he-... Is he talking about Atticus?!' That was it, she had it! This bull crap had been allowed to continue for much too long for the doe's taste. Hearing the sound of the males steps change behind her and the touch of his grubby hand on her shoulder... Ameya's eyes darkened, the timing was perfect and she wasn't about to let the chance slip from her fingertips. Spinning around on her heels the young girl pulled back her left arm and punched him right in the face. Feeling her knuckles collided against his jaw caused a smiled to flash over her face for a split second. That felt nice. The young man stumbled backward before slipping on a patch of ice and landed on his rear in the snow. Clutching his jaw the lad looked up at the doe with wide eyes.  Standing over the small rack of a man the white-tailed doe let him have it "For starters! I don't care for men so desperate they reak of it! And if you ever run Atticus' name into the ground I'll stomp you so far into the earth there will be no need for a gravedigger!" The girl's teeth were gritted, "Unlike you, Atticus and his Aunt has shown me the utmost kindness a family has ever given me! He's kind and respectful of others space, he doesn't chase girls around like they are going out of style and he knows when to leave well enough alone! Not only that but he is, in fact, a Gentleman which you are clearly no such thing!" She would have continued, however, the sound of a leopard's distressed roar caught her attention. Pulling her intense glare away from the now terrified buck in the snow. Memories of the past played back in her mind... Akin running for his life and herself striking the Panther to buy them some time... however, unlike other does she didn't scurry off back to the place she was calling home. Ameya stood strong like the few bucks who gathered to attempt to protect the village from the predator. All the while, the buck she had put in his place quickly scampered off like the pansie he was. Standing still among the other bucks, listening and watching, Ameya's mind traveled to the rumors that she'd heard here and there about a Snow Leopard. It had to be her, the Snow Leopard Atticus had brought home. From the sound of her cry, she was in need of help... Stepping towards the leopard's general direction, Ameya was going to try and assist the creature yet it seemed Angelina was already on the case. Standing silently for a moment, she listened to the Leopard speak to smaller doe. Aaliyah was more concerned for her little one then herself but without nutrients, there was no chance she'd be able to care for the little one between her paws. Stepping forward, Ameya looked from Aaliyah to Angel, "If you need me to get anyone or anything I'll be here to help." She told her gently, though the white-tailed doe had a strong distaste for predators, this particular one and her cub had done nothing to hurt her or her deceased family.



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Hysterical laughing filled the Lasiurus' ears, a scowl plastered across his furry face. "Oh! did I tell you about that one time Johny over there decided to be heroic and try and save a dove from a hungry feline... Oh, man was that a sight to behold." The old woman cackled as she pointed at a very old male bat who could hardly move let alone talk to stand up for himself. Lemmy smacked her batty thigh with her wing as she cackled at the fading memory. "OH! Look! A moth!" she flailed her wing at the tasty morsel while Himmat smacked his face with his wing. "...Lemmy... Please stay focused...." the young male tried to keep his temper under check however it was quite hard, for the past three months they had been fighting with this old bat to simply give them directions. What was even more infuriating was the fact she had given directions to others who come asking why did she have to be so difficult with them!? "Focused? Oh about what dearie?" The ghost bats eyes darted from Himmat to the Glider, "Oh Dearie I've seen you before... During a nightly hunt yes... big house... hmm yes nice lights with moths." instantly Himmat's eyes lit up, "Yes, where is that place!" Himmat's eyes had finally lit up just to be shot down again, "Those were good moths... Had such a rich taste ya know." the old woman paused for a moment as if thinking about something, her head slightly tilted back. Suddenly, her head flipped back over to look at Raziel, "Do you like moths dearie!?" She asked with excitement. Gritting his teeth, Himmat stood over the small bat, "Okay, here's how it is going to be if you don't f*cking tell us where this damn place is I swear to all the bats above I'll-" suddenly the woman began shushing him, "Quiet you hooligan." A hard smack and a stinging pain suddenly came over his head, how he had no idea but that little bat of a woman had hit him with something. Lemmy demanded his silence as the goofy little elder waved her claw at him as if to scold him. "I'm asking the pretty lassy a question... " Once again, Himmat had failed to pry the information out of the old woman. Smacking his wings against his face and groaned as he slid them down over his eyes, he was so done and tired with this old bat. Why... why did she have to be so difficult... nothing ever made since when talking to this woman yet, she acted completely normal around others why... just why.

   

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Persefoni Black : Tags: Lythedh

Laying on her stomach, her head laid elegantly across the pillow and her hands were tucked under the soft headrest. Half of her body was uncovered while the other half still had the silky sheets, comforter and furs on her lower half. "Hmmm... A walk in the sun? I will say, my love, the offer sounds lovely." Her tired voice filled the silence which had followed the fading of her tiger's words. "But... Why don't we stay in the warmth of the sheets for a little longer.. hmm?" She questioned as her icy blues slowly opened, rolled towards him and the brightly lit window. Her raven black hair laid sprawled about her pillow and back, some had even fallen in her face. Sliding her hands out from under the pillow the woman propped her head up on her hands leaving her elbows pinned against the mattress. Her fingers rested against her jawline until she rolled onto her side to get a little more comfortable. This left only one of her arms propping her head up. "What do you say, my tiger?" She gave him a mischievous smirk as she slid her free hand up her silky nightwear. As she did this the red slick material fell open more along her leg, as well as around her chest as her fingers traced her collarbone and then her lips, a seductive look flashed through her eyes. Clearly, she was trying to get a rise out of him to get her way, as well as, a bit of amusement. Pulling a little at the opening of her lingerie, Persefoni giggled a little, "My... Just a... few more minutes...?" She batted her eyes at him slowly, her pearly whites gleaming through her red lips. "You know... You can enjoy just a sight right here." she lowered her voice into a more sexy tone, her fingers fiddled with her black locks of hair while she gazed at him.




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Padding about the estate, his collar ringing like an annoying bell around his neck, Pandareos sighed roughly as he glared at his reflection in a freshly polished door. 'I swear... I get good connections one day I'll have them all slaughtered.' his ears fell to the sides of his head as he glared at himself. It looked like some sort of true house pet, something he never wanted to be compared to but in all honesty that was exactly what he was... he hated it. Ever since Persefoni became a Lady of the estate he's been treated more and more like a dog on a leash... whereas before, the fox had free range, free choice.... and a little fun on the side though he wasn't quite proud of that fact. He still had rules and missions to full fill however and if he did anything to anger Persefoni his family paid the price as well as himself. So it wasn't all Roses and daffodils but it was better than this. He couldn't even shift and be the man he truly was... and flirting... nearly out of the question unless it was with the maids, they hardly crossed paths with the panther and her mate... Shaking the thoughts aside he waited for a guard to open the door so he could slip out to be among the fresh outdoor life. "They treat me like a damned house cat... if yall don't know I'm a fox." He grumbled below his breath as he grumpily walked across the stone pathway.

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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Fri Aug 24, 2018 10:54 pm

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As he smiled a final time at Valencia, the man began to slip out of the room and the door gently closed behind him, allowing her to sleep in peace. It had taken a lot of effort to pull away from her but when he had finally pressed the door closed, he inhaled through his lips. Feeling better about the situation, he gently blew out and felt relieved to his mother again. Every time was difficult though - he always pictured it being the last. His gentle eyes cascaded across the cabin. Every subtle crack, every subtle detail was taken into account and warmed his heart. This was the first house he had ever set foot in, the place he grew up in. It was a large home, as far as the usual cabins, and it had been in their family for at least two generations. He enjoyed going through those memories, knowing he was once a spirited yearling when he first set foot in human made homes. It was amusing, in a weird way. Atticus smiled to himself, glancing over his shoulder at his mother's door before walking toward the living room to relax and unwind again. He made it to the couch and laid back, nearly shutting his eyes but before he had, the front door swung open. A young man ran in through the doorway, panting. "Atticus, there was a roar at the village entrance! Mordecai has ordered all the able males to meet. Hurry!" Alarmed by the idea, the man was on his feet in seconds. He took a few steps towards the front door to leave before then he anxiously glanced at the bedroom door. "What about my mother?" He asked sharply, stepping out of the house. "Don't worry, I'll run to Sophia's house. She can watch her." The man replied, swinging the door closed before nearly leaping off the stairs to the ground as a mule deer. Atticus only nodded his head. He shifted into his stag. Dust kicked up behind the mule deer as he sped in the direction of his Aunt’s house, nothing but a blur of antlers. Atticus was not as quick in his form but he managed to come to their Jarl's lodge before long. There was a collection of many of the largest stags and bulls all gathered, while the younger bucks were gathering the rest and keeping the people inside. His large ears flicked forward as he glanced around the crowd, anxiously weaving toward the front to hear what the villagers were saying. Of course, it wasn't difficult to spot their leader from where he was. The towering irish elk stood boldly at front of his lodge with air spewing out of his nostrils. His head remained high to keep his twelve-foot-long antlers perfectly balanced, and he was poised like no other deer. The ground even seemed to rumble with his every step. Working his way toward the front, a few conversations grazed the red stag's ears as he took a final step forward. "Does Theodemar know?" Asked one bull elk to another. "He went up to swim again, right?"

The other elk replied. "No worries, someone was sent to get him."

Glancing across the masses of large animals, Atticus stuck his muzzle into the air to catch any lingering scents to see who this attacker was, but he couldn't smell any outside animals, much less one that could roar. He suspected whatever it was, the animal was lingering downhill and away from the houses. Then at least they had the trees to their advantage if it came down to it but it was awfully strange, why the hell would a predator storm up just to roar? Clearly they knew where they were if they wanted someone’s attention. Atticus didn't think much of Aaliyah, assuming she had taken off for good after a month had rolled by without a word and plus, he preferred not to bring her up. Overall, there was no way it was her. Maybe it was the panther that attacked Ameya? That could’ve been it. He didn’t think the cat would’ve tracked them but it was a possibility. Either way, this was not good news to the village. Instantly, Atticus furrowed his brow and flattened his ears with a huff. After Jarl Mordecai set up the plan of defense, the irish elk swung his antlers and a handful of the strongest stags and bulls dispersed to watch the village. The rest of them began to head toward the sound of the roar with their leader in the front.


 

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The pine marten had eaten his fill in grapes, leaving the leftovers for the pigeons to peck and eat as they saw fit. They were such ugly bludgers, the town could less rats in it, especially ones that could fly. With a disgusted snort at the birds, he weaseled his way up the brick wall and up the building. His streamline body scaled the wall with ease until he reached the roof so he could stretch out and bask. His brown coat shivered in delight at the very sight of it. The warm sun and the tile plated roof was oh so satisfying. The pine marten eagerly his claws and folding his ears as he sprawled out in the sun across the roof, smiling comfortably to himself. Dean set his muzzle on his paws, staring down at the passing folk with mild amusement. Every so often, he'd find himself chuckling to himself or grinning if he found something exceptionally amusing, like a chicken. There was something about such a small animal marching confidently that simply made his day. Wiggling his tail, he rolled his head onto the side and splayed out like roadkill across the warm tiles. His tongue caressed the sides of his maw to get the last of the grape juice off his curling lips. "Sorry buggers," he chuckled to himself.


 

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She had almost known the plan wouldn’t go…according to plan. Nothing was ever that easy for her, was it? Over half of the time the crazy lady ranted, Raziel blatantly tried to ignore her and pass her attention onto something else. The old bat had a tumor no doubt, considering the amount of ranting she was doing - oh the noise, the noise, the noise. Exhaling a bit, the sugar glider turned her head and her eyes followed the shape of the other bats in the colony. She trailed them with her eyes, smiling. Her black ears flicked forward to the sound of the chittering while Himmat and this old coot discussed whatever was on their minds. He wanted to get her to the state while the old bat...lived? Just what did she do anyway? Why would he go to her for directions? That was about the dumbest idea she had ever come across, not as dumb as that one elk had been though she’d give Himmat that much. Even the comparison caused her to sneer in the thought of it, glad to have left that decrepit place behind. But after cooling her head and seeing the colony of bats, a question pricked her ears. The ghostly white, ancient looking hag asked if she enjoyed to eat moths. Frankly, sugar gliders ate anything, even small birds given the chance. To this, she licked her pink lips interestedly. A fat moth sounded pretty good about now. "Yeah I like moths." She answered, turning to face the two bats. Her silver tail curled around her small frame. Meanwhile, the fluffy Himmat was irritable as ever and she teased at the look he gave. "Oh this was not my idea, believe me." She told him bluntly. Her large eyes fell across Lemmy, finding her ranting to be a tad irritating but...for the time she had been there she had actually gotten used to it. Dare she say, she sometimes even enjoyed the old codger's nonsense, just not today. Her eyes flicked back to her companion. "Is there any rushing into the estate? Yes, I understand you want to be rid of me and I am not exactly...suited for this place but she doesn't look like she will crack any time soon. Let me speak this in plain words - you're going in circles. Surely there is a better way to get directions." Raziel then raised an eyebrow at the ghost bat, huffing. "No offense...if you can even be offended..."

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Walking in to help, Angel sunk down to one knee as she reached to the red newborn cub while it mewled and cried for its mother. She had never seen such an animal in her life, its cries were unfamiliar to her considering she had been around deer all her life. But the poor thing must have been so newly born. Fawns had the same scruffy pelt when they’re at most a week old. With that in light, she could definitely appreciate the lengths this mother must have gone through just to bring him here. The strawberry blonde girl stretched her fingers out slowly, hearing the sobbing 'thank you's from her. She gingerly curled the cub into her hands and then into her chest to give it warmth when the feline had nudged it towards her. Though the last reply caused Angel to look up from her hands in surprise. "I am Aaliyah...but please, I can't give anything to my son, I don't know if he will survive, I-" Her coarse words fizzled before she had the chance to finish. "Aaliyah?" She repeated softly, mostly to herself, relieved this was not a stranger. At least this was someone she could trust and she was swift to assure her, "I swear your baby will be fine! You came to the right place, hurry, follow me! We need to take you to Sophia Roe, she is the healer. It'll be okay, I promise." The second she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of Ameya and the woman offered to help. For a second she furrowed her brow and then her face lit up. She stood in an instant. "Yes, hurry, help her. I got the baby but she really needs help. Just make sure she doesn't collapse and get her to Sophia too." Angeline had never been in this position before; it was so scary, she didn't want to have all this weight on her shoulders. How could Atticus and the Jarl do it? How could Ameya do it or this snow leopard? But she wasted no time turning toward the village and racing off before Aaliyah or the doe would be able to follow. She wasn't a strong girl but she was awfully fast when she needed to be. Angel sprinted back into the village, swooping out of the trees and toward Sophia Roe's. She couldn't wait for the mother if she was that weak, the baby was the priority. She was given a few looks but the bucks and stags had recognized her and let her be, seeing that she didn't ask for help. They were more focused on protecting the village from danger and they saw she was headed for a house so they left it at that.[/size]
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Fri Aug 24, 2018 11:36 pm

♦ Aaliyah ♦


She was grateful as soon as the woman began to reach for her son, knowing that he was in good hands. Surely any deer would not be so cruel as to kill a baby, predator or no. She wanted him alive, and she wanted to keep him safe. This was the best way to do it. Her heart tugged with instinct to keep him to herself, but she knew when to draw the line. She could not provide as much as these two women could, not right now. The predator had to put her life, and her little one's life, into someone else's hands for once in her life. She glanced to the newer arrival on the scene, blowing an exhausted breath that curled into white smoke in front of her. Yet the words that next left her helper's mouth sent her into shock. Sophia...no, no, she couldn't face her again. That woman wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she had left, and still held a small grudge over what relations she had with Atticus. Yet right now...she huffed and stood on her paws, though shuffling them into the mud to keep from falling over. The rise reminded her of just how weak she truly was. Sophia could keep them alive, if anyone could. She was her best hope. Heaving another breath, hoping that she did not falter, she looked up to the other young woman. The first darted off to make a head start, a wise move if things were to go as planned. The snow leopard was initially surprised by just one, but now two were here to assist. The deer village was not as bad as she had expected in the back of her mind. It was a complete and utter blessing. "I think I can make it to the house," she managed to sputter, pulling her paws out of mud one by one to start stepping further into the village. "But I don't know if I can be quick. Once my a-adrenaline runs out, I'm done for. And I don't know where Sophia's home is...it never ingrained in my mind where it was." She looked to see where the doe had run off to with her newborn, but she had vanished. Only a few footprints remained. Not much to go off of, but enough for now. "If you could lead me there, I will be eternally grateful, moreso than I am now. I-I will repay the favor when I am well enough..."

• Theodemar •


The elk made it to the other shore, heaving a breath as he shivered in the chilled water. Probably a poor decision to swim when it was freezing outside, but it did help more and made him work that much harder. After all, he wanted to do as much as he could in the time he had. He exited the water and ran a hand down his face, when a young buck came racing up to him, kicking up mud as he rambled off an explanation of a roar heard, and needing all the men ready to defend the village. A roar? He frowned and nodded, letting the male run back to the others as he shoved on his clothes, shifting into his larger elk form and making a bolt for where everyone was gathered. Was it a true attack, or a warning? Would he be fighting today? He had experience with fighting, and had his fair share of stories of times where he hardly escaped with his life. He was not worried for his own safety. His immediate thoughts went to Angeline, then to Atticus, then to the rest of the citizens of the small town. Would they make it, could he defend them? It was at that moment that he wondered if he should adorn his armor, if only to keep himself safe if he had to shift or was forced out of it. But as he approached, pelt still damp, he figured things would be okay, seeing how many bucks stood and were ready to do whatever it took to defend. They would chase off any predator. A thought slammed into his brain however, sending him stumbling back a step. Had Lythedh come to claim their heads? Was he out to get him, or Atticus, or anyone else after all this time? Had he wandered far enough? He instantly feared for Angeline, but took a heaving breath and joined the others, following them into the heart of the village to see what awaited them.

♠ Lythedh ♠


Lythedh's ears turned to his mate's voice as she murmured a reply, quite enjoying the tone overlaying her words. His head turned to watch her, feeling the leather shift on his collar he wore rather proudly. A claim from her, a gift he cherished. No matter if the staff had initially sputtered and choked on their own saliva - he was Lord here, and she was his Lady. He would follow her whims, even if the others found them ridiculous. At her proposition though, he lifted a furry brow, watching that hand move across her body and loving every stroke. It wasn't long before he too was laying on the bed in his human form, his eyes musing over what he had before him. He told himself quite often that he had chosen the right kitty, and this only proved it further. "You know I could never decline such an offer," he muttered softly, crawling his way over to her until he laid face to face with her. Propping himself up on a straight arm, he leaned over her just a bit, a smirk making its way across his face with utter delight. "I think I can offer a few more minutes of warmth. Shall I shut the windows, or let the sunlight show you even more radiant as you are now?" He moved his head down closer to hers, though keeping a short distance as a sort of tease. His eyes danced, even in the dim lighting he now created, his body a barrier between him and the direct view of the window as he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Sat Aug 25, 2018 1:15 am

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Nodding her head to Angelina, Ameya assured her she'd get the new mother to Mrs. Roe as fast as she could. "I'll get her there as quickly as I can." At this point, the doe's eyes for a second followed Angelina as she raced off to get the cub the attention it needed. The sound of the girl's feet hitting the frozen earth faded from her ears as she disappeared into the village. Turning her icy gaze back to Aaliyah, she took in the full state of the predator, she was skin and bone, lethargic and her fur was grey, matted, and filthy. How had she even made it this far? She was using what little strength she had left to save her little one. And though they were predators, it was admirable how determined she was to save her cub. There was fear in the young mother's eyes of losing her child and of what was to come. And from the shock in the girl's eyes, she had a history with Aunt Sophia. Though, she truly wondered what was the real relation this predator had with the village, Aunt Sophia, and with Atticus. However, what that was wouldn't be something she'd search for Ameya didn't like being nosy, the doe always veered from the topic if and when it came up with villagers she spoke to in the market. There was one thing the young woman disliked about the village and it was how fast personal information spread throughout the place... quicker than the common cold. At that moment, Aaliyah was adamant about getting to the cottage with her own strength. However, Ameya wasn't about to let her use the last of her strength to get herself there. That would surely be the end of the feline. "No, Aaliyah... you can't walk there on your own strength... you hardly have any left!" She stressed to her before sighing softly and glancing over her shoulder. She was sure the village's able bucks were all gathered by now. The only way she was going to get Aaliyah to her destination was by carrying her... though the simple thought of shifting bothered her, let alone carrying a predator on her back, Ameya wasn't about to let these small issues keep her from getting a mother to her child and to help. Taking on her natural shift, the girl turned into a pied white-tailed doe, her pelt was brown with white splotched patterns scattered about her body as if her canvas wasn't finished being painted before entering this world. Her eyes were as blue as they were in her human state. With a soft sign leaving her doe maw, she hadn't shifted since Akin's accident and it pained her to be like this without him and her tribe. Ameya had developed a distaste for her doe self, her discolored pelt... it led to problems and painful memories. Shaking the pain Ameya gazed down at the leopard, stepping closer to her, she knelt down. "Climb on... Do it for your cub, for yourself, Aaliyah..." She told her gently before flicking her muzzle in an upward motion, gesturing for her to get on "And from the looks of you, you hardly weight a thing so don't worry about me being unable to carry you properly. I'll get you there with little issue" She reassured the sickly cat. Once the Leopard had completed that hurdle and made her way onto her back, the oddly colored doe pushed her self to her hooves. Grunting as she did so, the sudden weight on her back was much heavier then she expected but, she could manage. Stumbling forwards by two steps Ameya got her balance and then started forwards at a walk. Her legs shook at first with each stride, partly from the 30 pounds on her back as well as the discomfort of having a predator draped over her body. "Don't worry about that path there, I know my way there like the back of my hoof. Just hold on the best you can, okay?" She informed her trying to make the short journey a little less uncomfortable for the mother. Picking up her pace, the doe took long strided steps, making the ride smoother for the feline. She avoided any rough paths and fast turns to keep the cat from sliding off her back, it wasn't that long of a fall but with how weak Aaliyah was, that fall could hurt her pretty badly. It was horrifying how thin the cat was, she could feel nearly her entire skeletal system... a creature that's normally muscular and toned had withered away to nothing.




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Himmat Lasiurus : Tags: Raziel, Ol'hag Lemmy


Himmat's irritated glare fell on Raziel as she spoke to him, "I thought you wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible... that was your attitude from the get-go!" his eyes narrowed at her as he gestured towards the exit of the cave. At this point, Lemmy was just bubbling with excitement... almost like a gitty teenage just.. older. "Clearly, your like for moths has excited the old bat..." he muttered sourly, but she was right, he was going at this all wrong but what other way was there. At first, Himmat started out asking Lemmy with a kinder nature to himself but over the last three months, his temper had warn exceptionally thin. "Fine, let's play it your way then," he muttered to her before looking around the cave. The old coot's eyes were locked on Raziel at her statement of liking moths. "Oh! Oh! Oh!!! My dear why didn't you say so earlier!!!!!" As thrilled as her voice sounded, the old bat's body language was also just as excited. She was bouncing in place clapping her wing tips together, "This is marvelous, marvelous! It- it- It calls for a feast!!!" She shouted before flicking her right wing towards the opening of the cave, "Fly fly fly fly my pretties!!!!" She cackled and stomped her little bat feet. "Go catch us moths so we can enjoy a good feast before I send these two on their merry way!" She demanded as she stomped her left foot against the large stone she was standing on. With that, several of the bats stormed out of the cave. It was clear, though Lemmy was crazy, she had some power within her people. "Now... " She grinned at the glider before padding over to her and wrapping her wing around her furry body, "Lets talk about-" the ol'hag paused as she felt someone following behind them. Himmat was clearly curious hearing the old woman declare she was going to send the two of them off at some point. Lemmy's cloudy eyes shot over her shoulder at Himmat, "Shoo shoo shoo! No one likes you!" the old woman jumped from Raziel and began flailing her wings at the boy, in an attempt to run him off. "Go do something productive!" She growled at him before glancing down at the lower parts of the cave, "Go clean the lavatory, that's just about all you're good for." She grumbled as she turned on her feet and began waddling back to Raziel. Instantly Himmat's face rolled into a scowl, "Look lady, I'm no f*cking janitor ol'hag!" Himmat cursed at the old bat, pausing Lemmy's lips tightened before she raised a brow and looked back at the lad, "And I'm no spring chicken! You don't see me complaining!" She cackled before turning back around, "Hooligan's these days... have no respect for the aging." she muttered under her breath before pulling on a little vine with her right wing. Down from the tops of the cave a long limb swung down and just so happened to smack Himmat right off the edge of the rock ledge they were standing on. A panicked scream left the male but could hardly be heard from Lemmy's hearty laughter, "Aww, works every time." she wiped a tear from her eye as she turned on her heels once more and began waddling back into her little den area with Raziel. For the majority of the slow shuffle to Lemmy's den, she was rambling at a low volume making it hard to understand most of what she was going on about but one thing that was clear was the last sentence she muttered. "Himmat's not ready, lad doesn't deserve to leave just yet." She coughed a little as she slowly shuffled into a small hole in the cave wall.

 


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Seeing as she had his attention now, she smirked. Before long she had her tiger laying in bed next to her as the handsome man he was. "My, my, that didn't take long." She giggled with amusement, maybe she was a little too intense with her taunting this morning. She loved teasing her mate, she couldn't help it, his reactions were quite enjoyable... even if he got a little rough sometimes. As her lord came closer, the raven-haired lass lifted her hand to his chest and walked her fingers up it to his collar before sliding her fingers between his neck and the leather accessory. "Oh, I know... They don't come too often, do they.... It's all work no play these days" She smirked as she felt his hands slide around her waist as he pulled her close and in return, she pulled on his collar until his lips were inches from hers. "Really? Are you sure you won't want more than a few more minutes actual resting?" She asked him softly, her striking blues gazing into his. "Hmmm... You decide my love... I can rest with the sun shining or not." she continued to stress that she was simply wanting his warmth to sleep a little longer. However, she had fooled him into thinking he was going to get a little more than cuddles beneath the warmth of their California king-sized bed. He was attempting to tease her as well, with how close his face was leaning into hers along with her gentle pulling on his collar, and she'd have to admit he was... starting to entice her.





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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Sat Aug 25, 2018 4:03 pm

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Atticus Cross
Tags: lowkey Theo; Jarl Mordecai (Village)


With his ears flattened against his skull, the stag ambled with the group to investigate the threat. His eyes fell over the shapes of the other males, noticing a few were snickering and chuckling at a wet elk. Atticus's mind was wandering too much to really be paying much attention however, glancing into the windows of the homes. Familiar faces stared out bewilderedly, holding onto their children in hopes that this was a misunderstanding. A cloud breath snuck out of the stag's maw as he exhaled, watching the vapor dissolve in the wintry air. He was standing a few bulls over from the massive Jarl, not really feeling that intimidated by whatever roared at the village. Whatever it was had practically committed suicide at this point, seeing how the village was powerful when they needed to be. But as they came across the ridge, which passed into the forest to the entrance of the village, everyone seemed to pause and glance at one another. A very distinct smell brushed across their noses. For a fleeting moment, Atticus felt his heart jolt in his chest. He stepped forward with his eyes scanning the forest. "It's the snow leopard." They began to murmur. Then at that second, every stag and bull stared Atticus down. They seemed just as confused as he was. When he noticed them, he looked up at the elk, watching the air roll from their massive chests. "Atticus, isn't that your leopard?" They questioned him and he felt his breathing go sharp and he glanced away in some embarrassment; after catching his breath, his eyes rose from the elk to the towering irish elk, who scowled deeply into him. Mordecai didn't even blink when he turned his head to stare back into the woods. His thick, burly voice carried across the ears of the gathered males like thunder. "Come then. The rest of you stay here and keep watch...Atticus." He called his name like a father would when his child had done something wrong. Feeling a sickening feeling move its way into his gut at his name, both he and his Jarl began to make the trip down to Aaliyah alone. Atticus was awfully curious as to why she was here, especially when she decided to make a scene. He gradually felt worried over her as it dawned on him that she could have run across some sort of trouble. The two stags sank into the woods. Meanwhile, the red deer felt belittled beneath the shadow of his massive leader; he was walking out to greet the one person he never thought he'd be seeing again, not to mention with his Jarl. The big bull didn't seem to show any emotion except the intensity in seeing this leopard. "I swear, she isn't a threat Jarl." He told him firmly, feeling so powerless in this position as he stared up at his leader. "I don't know why she is here...but I swear she does not mean to hurt us." He felt his head lowering as he pulled his attention to the forest ahead. The big brute only grunted to what he had to say.

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Tags: Himmat; Lemmy (The Batcave)


As Himmat snapped at her for being so demanding in the first place, Raziel coolly shrugged him off with a smile. His little attitude was enjoyable, especially toward the crazy ghost bat. She snickered at their small interaction before Lemmy had ordered a feast for the "occasion". Exactly what occasion? For liking moths? She shook her head with a chittery laugh as she watched the old bat stomp on her feet and wave her wings to call her colony out to eat. "My, she makes quite a scene, doesn't she?" The silver sugar glider chuckled to herself, watching a hoard of bats swarm and leave out of the cave. Raziel was patted on the head and she smirked as the white bat set her wing over her shoulder. While the crazy lady talked, she glanced over her shoulder at Himmat and she stuck her tongue at him quite deliberately. "À la prochaine, my fluffy friend." Having said this, she looked back at the elder bat, chuckling at her over emphasis of everything. Just before they could talk though, Lemmy's beady eyes shot to Himmat again.
The sugar glider just sat back to watch and while she did so, very entertained by all this, Lemmy flailed her wings to get the bat away. The crazy lady was trying to get him to clean the lavatory. Oh, how crude indeed. Raziel was grinning from ear to ear. "You heard her." She told him with a rather twisted sense of humor. "Hooligan's these days... have no respect for the aging." She raised her eyebrow with a laugh, then she turned her head, watching Himmat be smacked off the edge of the rock ledge. He screamed as he tumbled all the way down; Raziel leaned out over the edge, waving to him as he went on his journey . She watched him fall down for some time before flicking her ear and following Lemmy. The old coot mumbled to herself like an insane animal. And while the old bat shuffled to her den, Raziel slowly hobbled on her four limbs, sticking her nose into the air to catch an occasional whiff of air. They made their way inside a crevice on the rock ledge. Though she was hardly paying attention to what the hag was saying, she picked up the last sentence. "Himmat's not ready, lad doesn't deserve to leave just yet." That was the only bit of the conversation she really understood; Raziel grinned and hopped behind the bat. "No, you don't think so?" She inquired sharply. "So tell me, why did you bring me here?" A curious tone lifted from her words as she took a quick look around.

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The girl swung around the corner and passed a few more houses, nearing Sophia's cabin. Her eyes cascaded down to the cub for a moment, watching it writhe in her hands comfortably. Its cold, frail body really worried her. She felt like she could drop this thing at any second. But she knew it would be fine. Aaliyah would be fine and both of them would recover, but as her eyes lifted, she felt panic spurring into her chest. Miss. Roe was hurrying out of her house with a young buck, how would she ever be able to help now? "Sophia!! Sophia!" She shouted, waving one hand wildly before she could get away. Her other hand gripped the newborn animal desperately. That was enough to get her attention and get her to stop. Angeline raced to her front door, immediately rocking the newborn cub forward in her hand to show it to the woman. When she saw it, Sophia Roe leaned in with a dash of alarm. The young mule she was with also had his jaw gaped open at the sight of it. "It's Aaliyah. It's Aaliyah, she's hurt real bad, Miss. Roe, and she gave me this cub. It's pretty cold, Miss. Roe, please help it. Please." She pleaded.
There was no hesitation in the woman's face; she rolled the cub into her hands. She was supposed to watch her sister but with this baby, she didn't have time to make the trek to Valencia's house. She exhaled sadly and looked at the mule deer to her side. "Grayson, you have to tend to my sister. I'm sorry but I can't right now, just make yourself available if she needs help."There was some hesitation in the buck's face but he sucked air in and gave one firm nod. As he took off toward her Valencia's house, Miss. Roe looked at Angline and walked back inside. "Where is Aaliyah?" She inquired, beginning to examine the small leopard cub.
The girl pushed her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder and replied. "Ameya is bringing her up here." She said, nibbling her lip nervously. She was practically holding her breath while she watched the woman rush into her bedroom. The girl pleaded that the poor cub would be alright, feeling how unfair it would be if it wouldn't make it.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Sat Aug 25, 2018 6:14 pm

♦ Aaliyah ♦


Aaliyah paused in her walk, her paws steadied on top of the snow with one giant paw hovering in a bend to continue. It was a slight insult, to think that she couldn't walk the short distance to Sophia's abode. Surely she had enough strength to get there. She bared her teeth as though to growl, but she yanked back her jowls when she realized what she did. She was tired. She was running on empty, and nobody deserved her lashing out at them. Especially when anything viewed as violence could end up with her being skinned. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she lowered her head and watched her breath disappear in the wind before a flash caught her eye, and she looked back to the doe to find she had shifted into a beautiful piebald. It was the most unique pelt she had ever seen, even with how few deer she actually knew or had seen. But she was small, smaller than she imagined. Then again...her most up close experience with a deer was with it either dead, or Atticus. Atticus was twice the size of herself. Was she really that confident that she could carry her? It seemed there was no other choice. Grumbling to herself, she hoisted herself onto the doe's back, grunting with the effort. This was uncomfortable. The woman seemed to get her footing easily though, and soon they were on the fast track to the house nearby. Every so often, the snow leopard heaved a breath, the movement sickening with how little was in her stomach. If there even was anything. Though her eyes were shut, it was not a pleasant experience for the predator, wishing she had just run with her adrenaline to prevent this. Yet it would not take forever to get to safety, and then she could protect her son again and see if Sophia could provide him with enough nutrients while she herself tried to get enough weight to take care of him on her own.


♠ Lythedh ♠


The man gazed over his prize, keeping himself tethered to whatever dignity he had within himself. It was very little as it was, but it was difficult to keep a shred of it when her fingers treaded over his skin, slipping under his collar and causing a shiver to run down his spine. He had no room to move his neck now. It was a form of control, keep him under her lock and key. And he always enjoyed it far too much for his own good. Especially when he was pulled close, just a short distance from claiming her lips with his own. Resting though? There were many ways to rest...one of these days, he would show her all of them. For now, he could simply drink in what she gave him. A husky laugh left him and he pulled the covers over himself, laying next to her and bringing her chest right to his. Her scent overwhelmed him. The most powerful woman in his lifetime was his, and had been his, for quite some time. He could never get over the fact. Placing a few kisses to her jawline, he settled in next to her, a curious smirk upon his face as he gazed into those lovely blue eyes of hers. "Is this better, my Lady?" he mused, now feeling the warmth that she had given to the cocoon of sheets. Both his arms now stayed tight around her waist, though he always did enjoy his tiger form as well when it came to Persefoni. He almost engulfed her in his fur if he ever wanted to curl up by her. But, being human was sufficient enough if he were to fit beside her now. The closer, the better.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Sat Aug 25, 2018 9:07 pm

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Ameya White : Tags: Aaliyah, Atticus, Mordicai

Clearly, the young woman had hit a nerve with the she-leopard. Watching as the felines lips and muzzle pulled back into a growl, yet they quickly retracted as if she realized she was wrong in what she was about to do. At that action, Ameya felt a bit of a sting in her chest, her brow furrowed for a moment then fell back to it's resting state when she knew the cat wasn't going to retaliate. Reluctantly, Aaliyah found her way onto Ameya's back allowing the doe to hoist herself up onto her hooves and make haste to Sophia's home. With each stride, the doe knew how uncomfortable the leopard had to be, "Just hang in there it's only a little farther." She told her as they started up a small hill and into town. Turning the corner, the doe's blue eyes could see the house only a few more blocks away. Panting lightly, she pushed forwards, her legs trembling a little more with each stride. At times like this, she wished she was stronger, or at least a larger species of deer. Though, as the doe continued forward, two large bucks, one larger then the other came into view throwing her concentrated eyes off her target. At first, she thought about just cutting through the alley however, it was clear the largest buck was the Irish Elk leader and the other one was obviously Atticus, his scent was too familiar for her to mistake for a stranger's at this point.


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Being suddenly smacked off the edge of the rock ledge was quite unexpected... With his back turned none the less. Falling, flailing about the small male bat tried to catch himself as the tumbled to the bottom of the cave. The wind whipped past his ears as she continued to fall, panicked cries flew from his little bat muzzle until he finally caught himself with his own wings. "I'm going to kill her... there's no question about it I'm going to kill that old woman," he grumbled, clearly accepting his murderous decision. Slowly, the Lasiurus climbed the still air back up to the rock ledge he was unexpectedly smacked off of. Stretching his clawed feet out he listened as they clicked against the stone. Safely, on the rock he quickly made his way towards Lemmy's den. "I'll kill her then leave.. yup.. pretty good idea to me! And that little fluffy rodent... I'll I'll... ugh!!" He continued to grumble to himself as he stomped about, ruffling his own fuzzy head of fur. He knew he didn't exactly have a dark enough heart to kill the old bat, heck with all these random traps the old bat seemed to have set up around the cave, he probably would die trying. Crossing his wings in front of him he waited outside the old coot's den, where he last saw them going to.

Lemmy chuckled as she watched the Glider catch onto a small detail she'd muttered. "No, not at all... too full of himself, too proud. Cat'll eat 'em faster then he can call for help." She began to cackle once more except this time her amusement was paused by a rough coughing fit. Lemmy's entire body seemed to tremble from the hard coughing. Once she got that under control, the ghostly bat rolled her hazy eyes to the squirrely gal, "To have moth's of course!" Evidently, the crazy hag didn't feel like sharing the details just yet. Hobbling about her den she looked around as if she was trying to find something in the dark of the den. "Estate...." She muttered, "Sweet sweet fat moths..." She put her wing under her little chin as she scratched at her fluffy chest. "Hmmm...." She hummed as if remembering a delicious memory before spotting a spider, "WOOHOO! LUNCH!" She excitedly bounced around the den after the small eight-legged critter. For a few moments, Lemmy raced from side to side and back and forth, until she finally caught it. Holding it within the claws of her wings she looked to Raziel, "Oh! Who are you?" Lemmy looked at the girl as if she hadn't met her before. About that time, the dying spider twitched in her claws causing the old coot to jerk her head towards the insect, "Oh look I caught a spider! Ant that something!..." She said as she looked at the arachnid. Looking from the curling spider to the glider she smiled, "Want some?" She asked as she held it out and began taking a few steps towards Raziel.

 


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Watching the man lose himself in her seductive nature was quite thrilling, She couldn't help but smirk at her beloved mate. As far as she was concerned, she had found her lifelong companion and partner in crime... that is until someone else with stronger and better capabilities comes along. Though, that was unlikely. Persefoni giggled as Lythedh shivered from her fingers slipping under his leather collar, "My, are we a little cold?" She asked him simply teasing him for his inability to contain his urges towards her. His laugh was music to the panther's ears, she loved hearing it, something about it was charming, even in battle, it caused a little bit of her to melt. Feeling his kisses on her jawline, the woman smiled assisted him in pulling the covers up and over themselves. Snuggling up close to his chest, Persefoni chuckled softly, her voice still sounding a little tired. "Why of course, this is just the warmth I was missing." She purred as she tucked her head down into his chest, no longer gazing into his eyes. For a moment the raven-haired woman stayed silent as she rested against her lord and mate. However, A curious question came to mind, pulling her from the extra rest she'd been begging for the last few minutes. "Hmmm, though it is the weekend... I'm sure you have things going on right, my love?" She asked curiously, wondering what was on their agenda for this fine lazy morning. "And has there been any word... regarding your little pet?" She asked her voice still tired and slightly muffled as she kept herself pressed against his warm chest.



 
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Sun Aug 26, 2018 9:42 pm

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Tags: Ameya; Aaliyah; Mordecai (Village)

Their lean legs carried them as far as the treeline but as they crossed into the forest, a flash of white caught their eye. Neither Atticus nor the Jarl were the slightest bit afraid as they strode in to investigate. It so happened to be Ameya. She was doing her best to carry the full weight of the snow leopard on her back but as they came upon the piebald doe, it was evident something was very wrong with the snow leopard. Atticus was the first to stop in his tracks. His hooves dug deep into the cold soil. His ears pricked forward intently and stepped in with his mouth slightly parted. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t and fell silent. A pained look crawled onto his face as a second ticked by as he stared at Aaliyah. The stag could scarcely believe his eyes when he caught a good look at her and he looked like he had seen a ghost. Even seeing the state she was in, Atticus’s brows crinkled to hold in his pain. He gave the same reaction someone would give after they were given the dead remains of a friend. He bit back as much sentiment as he could and walked back to his leader’s side.
The Jarl’s held his stoic expression, completely unshaken by the predator’s presence. He was half surprised Atticus had remained so quiet during all this, but he only puffed air as a reaction and continued to stair the females down. ”Ameya, why did you not inform us before deliberately going out of your way to help this predator?” He questioned dryly. There was no emotion shown in his face or in his tone other than the influence in his authority. His eyes fell from the doe, to the leopard. But before he had the chance to speak again, the red stag stepped in and humbly bowed his head.
"Sir, please don’t blame her. This is my doing, let her pass." When he had stepped in for them, he tried to turn his head to see the girl he once knew, but he couldn’t. Atticus could only hold his breath and avoid his gaze; his gut felt like it had been wrenched. He could scarcely believe this was happening again. The stag was torn by the mere sight of her, hardly believing what she had done to herself.
Mordecai responded to the plea confidently. ”Don’t worry, Atticus, I know you are to blame.” The Irish Elk rumbled. He held his glower onto Aaliyah for a second longer, scanning her tattered appearance before stepping aside. Then he shifted his gaze to the village for a fleeting moment. ”Go and take her to a healer then.” He flicked his left ear as he turned his stare toward the stag. He gave him a stone cold look, before spouting air from his lungs and turning from him. At this point, dark clouds were gathering in from the sky. The large male sauntered in the direction of his village, glancing over his shoulder as one or two snowflakes drifted to the ground. Other than their breaths, there wasn’t a single sound in the air. ”Atticus, when you have finished, come to my lodge. I will speak with you there concerning this matter.” He uttered deeply. Then the Jarl turned from them and slipped back into the trees to calm the village and return to his duty.
While Mordecai fell into the distance, the red stag watched him. While he did, he worked up the courage to turn back to face them and he sucked air into his lungs. The cold air was sharp to breathe in so quick. But the moment seemed to linger for what seemed like eternity as his eyes met the leopard he once fought to rescue. Here she was, nothing but bones and skin. Her hollowed, weak eyes felt like a blade driving deep into his heart. Her once bright and beautiful face was clouded with desperation and exhaustion. He nearly choked at the second look of her with a rush of anger and confusion. Atticus held onto whatever composure he had left however, he dipped his heavy head. He laid his ears and quietly ambled to Ameya’s side. Though his love was with him again, the person he remembered kissing on a hillside, he refused to look her in the eye. "Here Ameya…" He whispered agonizingly, blinking his eyes to breathe again. "Let me carry her..." He said, knowing he was more able to carry her in this form than Ameya.

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The joke about a cat eating Himmat caused the sugar glider to snicker for a moment as she pictured a cat trying to get past all his fur. He wouldn’t be much of a snack let alone for the trouble he was worth. As she slowed the pace and sat down, Raziel caught Lemmy’s look and her excuse of bringing her here. ”To have moth's of course!" Well, for once, she didn’t find herself complaining about the offer. Moths were quite a treat. Though, the answer did cause her to raise a brow and give a questioning look. "Mhm..." She muttered. But as the ghost bat mentioned the estate and pondered over it for a moment, the sugar glider’s eyes planted on a spider instead while it scaled the den’s walls. She seemed rather transfixed on it until Lemmy snapped it up with her claw. Her fur prickled in alarm. The arachnids legs splayed and wiggled to try and free itself in vain; the ol’ hag then stared at the rodent with a puzzled look. "Oh! Who are you?" Raziel scrunched her nose up and exhaled in defeat. The excitement was drained from her face and she smacked her paw against her head and raked it down her face. "Why do I even try sometimes?" She muttered. Her ears began to flatten at the change in the conversation; it was funny when Lemmy was acting like this around Himmat. He could get upset and she could sit back and watch. But this was a little more frustrating when it was her in the spotlight; she felt like she was wasting time here. The white bat began to hobble in her direction and offered the spider for her to take. She sighed heavily and set a hand over the bat’s claw and turned it away. "Not hungry." Raziel answered a bit harshly. Then she inched in towards her. "Get to the point please – and I did say please. Where is the estate from here? How do I get there?" She said tartly.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Sun Aug 26, 2018 11:59 pm

With every passing step, Aaliyah felt her bones rub painfully against her skin, wanting to complain and growl and make the rest of the journey herself. It was already enough what she had gone through; this was torture. She let out a rather loud groan however as they came to a stop. Her ears rang, and the cold was biting worse with the wind, but her dim pelt kept her just warm enough that she wasn’t freezing to death. It still wasn’t the best though. She adjusted her position, awaiting to see what would happen next as she weakly opened her eyes, only to be thrown an onslaught of memories and past experiences. She almost choked at the flooding it caused. Running after a furry tail in the forest, teasing conversations on the stairs, a tender moment to be in each other’s embrace...her stag. He was there before her, just like he had been months ago when she was nothing but confused and emotional. Kind of how she was now. When would she ever be in a good enough light for him? When would she finally brave herself to approach him and strengthen the bond, or let it sever once and for all? Certainly not now, not when his scent sent such flashes of pain through her. She blamed it on the hunger, but knew that was never the cause anymore. She could hardly breathe at the fact that she was before him again, that he was still here, even if she couldn’t even raise her head to see him. He was a blur, but...there he was. A few murmured words, and the giant creature beside him left, sending aching vibrations to her skull as she felt it through the deer and snow. But, she could hear Atticus’ voice. The soothing tone and the way it always was - his. It didn’t matter that she could possibly die from over-exhaustion. Letting out a pitiful mew of a noise, she tried to move herself off of Ameya to get to him, but it was hard to simply move off her back. Everything hurt when even the smallest bit of fur parted from the doe’s spine. Breathing out a large puff of smoke, she tried again, yet still not reaching her goal. Atticus...if she could be close to him again, she was sure things would be fixed quicker than anything. He always knew how to take care of her, whether she realized his efforts or not.

Theodemar was not entirely pleased with having to follow the other deer, wanting to speak with Atticus if he knew of anything. He knew him best, right beside Angeline, but he figured she was probably in the same rut as all of the other deer in the village. The other man was busy, and everyone else left him be. Sighing to himself, he ignored the periodic comments about his fur and instead peered above the heads of the other males, checking for anyone that might be leaving their houses. If this was an alarm, then everyone needed to be inside. He boredly admired the changes in architecture between each house, scanning the porches and lamp posts with nothing better to do. He didn’t exactly want to join in the conversations the others were having. He kept looking until he happened to see a flash of red across one of the nearby streets. A very familiar flash of red. Excluding himself from the party, his heart leaped to his stomach as he went down the street and turned, absolutely elated to see his Angeline safe and out of harms way. At least, if this wasn’t an attack. It didn’t seem to be one. “Angel!” he breathed, pacing up to her quickly and nudging her gently with his muzzle before swiftly shifting back into his normal self. Although he was still mostly soaking wet, and very cold, he was just happy to see his beautiful girl again. “I’m glad to see you’re alright.” He moved to stand in front of her, a small fretful smile on his face as he looked her over; his hand reached out to take her forearm gently. “You should really get inside though. I have no idea what that roar meant, but we really must get you home. I don’t want you caught in the fray of a possible attack.” Lifting his chin, he searched the area around them quickly, as though to scope for any immediate danger. He used to be rather skilled at noticing when things were not as they should be, but after a lack of being a guard at the Estate, he had lost most of his immediate sight intuition when it came to finding hidden enemies. His gut told him that this was out of the ordinary, but he couldn’t let that interfere when it came to the girl he was closest to. Squeezing her arm, he let out a sigh of relief when nothing seemed to be out of the blue. She was safe here, and if worst happened, he would be here to protect her, antlers and all. He was her champion, after all. He would do anything to prove that he still held the title.

A creature began to scale a nearby wall, her nails scraping against the sides with a painful screech. She was used to climbing trees but this, this was far too much. It took so much darn energy just to get up far enough to do anything useful. Grumbling many curses along the way, she finally hoisted herself up to the top, feeling the sun hit her fur for once. Perfect! The best bathing spot to bring in the spring, however far it was away. She had spent too far long underground being useless. Letting out a rather giant yawn from her maw, she meandered her way over to a sunnier spot on the roof, when a scraggly creature was in her place. What kind of atrocity was this? “Aye, ya flea bitten devil! Git your own stinkin’ ‘ovel!” She barked, stomping over and huffing a rather large breath of air and snot over the weasel creature. “This is mai spot, and yer hoggin’ the sunlight!” She wanted to boot that little fleabag off the building herself, as she knew she could easily. Badgers were particularly known for their strength against smaller animals. This one looked weak enough to die at a single bite. It was rather tempting. She bore her teeth and stepped forward to whatever this was, claiming her territory. She was not used to having small meaningless balls of fur try to trample on her land, but this one, oh boy, he wasn’t going to get it easy now. At least not if he scurried off like he should. She was close to sitting her rump right on that face and see how he liked to have less sunlight gleaming off his pathetically shiny fur. Feeding off of fats and berries no doubt. Her fats and berries, she might add.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Mon Aug 27, 2018 12:05 pm

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Ameya White : Tags: Aaliyah, Atticus, Mordicai

Turning to face the two, the piebald doe knew there would be questions from the Jarl, it was expected after all. Though, for the moment, Ameya's eyes landed on Atticus and his body language as he took in the full state of the leopard. The look on his face was sheer shock, Ameya could tell he wanted to speak yet the words were not coming to his parted lips. At that moment she could feel Aaliyah's bony body shifting around on her back, she knew the same look had to be in the snow-leopard's sunken hues as well. Atticus' eyes stayed on Aaliyah for a short moment, it was clear he had a strong bond with this leopard probably stronger then the doe would have ever thought. Ameya's eyes stayed on him up until his brow furrowed, he was feeling pain, sorrow even, like she had felt two months prior. For a moment, Ameya's eyes shifted to the snow-covered earth before looking up at the Irish elk who was now stepping forward. His head was held high with his emotionless eyes baring down on the two of them. This feeling, the elk's stoic gaze, was nostalgic for the piebald. It was almost like she was looking at her father. Suppressing the feeling, the doe hardened her expression, as she did when spoken to by her father. "Ameya, why did you not inform us before deliberately going out of your way to help this predator?" Parting her doe lips, the white-tailed deer was about to answer her Jarl's question, however, as she was about to answer him, Atticus had stepped in. The stag asked, with his head bowed, for Mordecai not to blame her. Shifting her eyes to the red stag, Ameya was slightly surprised but she was also relieved. Atticus was always quick to help if he could, something Ameya was very appreciative for. She'd never met a male as helpful as he was. A thankful look washed over the doe's tiering eyes for a brief moment. She had been prepared to answer the bull elk, however, thanks to Atticus she was relieved of that duty for the moment. Ameya's eyes once more wondered to the stag, he was clearly pained at the sight of the leopard, his leopard. Ameya now knew, just how true the meaning was to the phrase "Atticus' Leopard". Though the Villagers may not have meant it in such a way, it was clear, Atticus felt deeply for the predator and the predator felt deeply for him. Averting her gaze, Ameya looked back to their Jarl as he blatantly stated he knew it was Atticus who was to blame. After a short look over by the Irish Elk, he finally decided that Aaliyah could get medical attention from the village. Once again Ameya looked relieved to hear the predator would be able to get the help she needed for herself and her cub. But, she couldn't help but feel a bit worried for Atticus having heard what the Jarl stated before parting from them. Directing her gaze at the sky as Mordecai left them, she exhaled a small puff of steam left her lips as she watched the snow beginning to fall. There was a lot swirling around in her mind right now, even if more then half of it didn't apply to her. Returning her icy blues to the stag about the time he mustered the courage to look at the two of them, Ameya remained silent. The look in his eyes, the pain, anger, confusing it all rolled around in his eyes. It was hard to watch, a stag she'd known with such a gentle and strong look now broken as if he'd been stabbed and gauged repeatedly. It hurt to see him like this and the agony in his voice only made it that much harder to deal with. Ameya's ears laid down against her head as she stepped closer to his side to help Aaliyah move from her back to his own. She wanted to comfort him but there was no way she could at this moment in time. "Alright..." She whispered softly. Once the words exited Atticus maw, the Snow-leopard instantly was trying her best to get from one back to the other. Feeling her weak body lethargically move, it was clear she was having trouble. Stepping closer to Atticus, she was now as close as she could possibly be to him at that moment, being careful not to pin the felines paws between them. Reaching back with her neck, Ameya gently used her muzzle to lift Aaliyah's paw and placed it on Atticus' back. Once that paw was on his pelt, the doe slowly bent her neck to her other side to help gently nudge her along from this side. "Try again Aaliyah, I'll help you," Ameya told her, she didn't want the feline giving up, she looked even more exhausted then she did before.


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For a while, Himmat stood outside the den tapping his foot vigorously against the cold stone ground. That is until he heard a rather fed up sounding Raziel coming from within. "Finally she's feeling what I was." He said with a snicker. Stepping away from where he was resting against the rock wall. The Lasiurus bat made his way into the den and smirked at Raziel as she tried to force the information out of the old geezer, politely. Lemmy eyed the girl in silence for a moment before slamming the twitching spider into her jaws. It's eight legs hung out of her little mouth for a few seconds before she began trying to suck them into her jaws like noodles, slurping noises included. Once the delicious morsel was no longer in sight, only a single leg of it remained having fallen from the ghostly bat's mouth and on to the ground. "With an attitude like that, You ain't getten nothin!" The old woman stated with a stomp of her foot, clearly putting her foot down to the sudden attitude she was getting from the glider. About that time, the bat's head whirled around at the opening of her rather bare den. There stood Himmat snickering, "Useless swine, get back to the lavatory!" She cried out as she began waving her wings around at him. "No males allowed! Females only!" She spat at him before. Himmat quickly began stepping backward as the little fluffy thing was coming at him. "Alright, alright, calm down before ya have heart failure!" He growled at her, he wanted to throw her off the cliff and to see how she'd like it but he retracted himself from the thought. Seeing as though the lad was quick to retreat from her den Lemmy quickly returned to Raziel. And as if she had forgotten what she had said to the flying squirrel moments ago Lemmy went back to her moth appetite "Moths are this way..." She muttered as she passed the squirrel. Sliding into another room within her den there was actually some stuff in there aside from rocks and the wings of moths and other pieces of prey. Around the small cave there were small chunks of wood, little and large rocks, as well as, stacks of torn pieces of paper. On a large flat stone, there were more pieces of torn paper with a down feather and a small snail shell full of what seemed to be black ink. Waddling over to the "desk" like structure, Lemmy began sifting through the papers muttering under her breath before stopping and looked up at Raziel. Pointing at the ceiling of her the cave, she showed the glider what seemed to be a neatly crafted aviary for moths, she had an entire collection of moths stuck in a vine and twig constructed cage. "Pick one." She told her, her eyes seeming to darken as she glared at her from behind the desk. "Or pick none." She muttered before looking back down at her desk. Finding what she was looking for the bat fumbled her wings over the paper until it was being held against her chest. It seemed the moth picking was a test, and Lemmy was eagerly waiting to see what Raziel would pick.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Mon Aug 27, 2018 1:29 pm

The snow leopard extended a paw just slightly off of Ameya’s back, desperately wanting to feel the warmth of Atticus. It was all of her effort to try and reach, at least until the doe moved closer and began to assist her in her work. Relief began to inch its way through her, pulling up all of her strength from within her to grab onto the red stag’s back and put herself in the same position as before. All at once, she felt peace. Shifting to finally be as comfortable as she could be, she was enveloped in his scent that had never been less than pure contentment. Something she desperately needed in such a time. It wouldn’t last long, as soon they would have to venture to Sophia’s home and endure more pain and discomfort, but for the short time she had, she took it in. Even if Atticus decided that he wanted her out as soon as she was well, she could rejoice in the small moment that she could spend with him. Her thoughts began to wander, shutting her eyes to the world around her as she let herself think of the past. Almost a year ago, when things were simpler and she wasn’t caught up in a death trap. Technically, she was still sentenced to torture beside the ruthless tiger Lord, but she had her stag to keep her from losing her grip on her livelihood. Now, she would be spending who knew how long to recover and raise her son properly, without interference from other cats who thought they knew what was best. Digging her nose slightly into Atticus’ pelt, she drifted away to another realm of awakened memories, conscious but keeping her spirit positive with everything that passed through her mind. It was the least she could do to keep herself from letting her mind drift to eternity in darkness.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Mon Aug 27, 2018 6:04 pm

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Atticus Cross
Tags: Ameya; Aaliyah (Village)


As the doe quietly fell beside him and folded her ears, Atticus turned his gaze. He gazed forward to keep his head steady on the road ahead of him, rather than the situation he was currently put in. When she brushed up beside him, the stag knelt down so that Aaliyah would have an easier time climbing onto his back. She gave a desperate mewl as she stretched for him. He sucked in air as he finally felt her paws caress his shoulder. He felt his ears pin down against his skull. He blinked his eyes, trying to find something else to focus on for the pain to subside. He could feel her bones; she was too light for a big cat. He feared the worst for her, even if she were to get out of this cold. Besides the pain, his mind remained relatively quiet except for a single sentence he fought to understand. ‘Aaliyah, what did you do to yourself?’ He questioned. The stag lifted onto his hooves when she was finally fitted over him. His legs began to carry him forward, toward help. The snowflakes drifted from the sky. He gritted his teeth, not because of her weight but the sheer anger he was trying to withhold. He wanted to give her the scolding of her life. But what was there to say? He knew it was pointless and his priority at this moment was to keep her safe. Yet it hurt every ounce of him to hold these feelings back. Atticus remained entirely quiet as he strode back through the trees, back to the village. His expression was completely hardened. At this time, Mordecai was calming everyone down and telling them to return to their regular routine. Though he didn’t pay the three of them much heed or tell the village the whole story.
Atticus sauntered with Aaliyah on his back and Ameya at his side. He was afraid to pick up the pace much more than a fast walk; he had no way of holding onto her if she slipped. And because of her lack of strength, he figured the best thing was get at his Aunt’s place in an orderly manner. He was lucky that his legs were long enough to carry them at a good speed. Gusts of air shot from Atticus’s lips as he hurriedly strode his way past the houses. His head was high but his ears remained folded as he stared in the direction of Sophia’s cabin. The anxiety was beginning to kick into his gut. He could feel his girl beginning to fade on his back. The snow began to fall harder now. It was nearly sheet white after only a couple of minutes. And the temperature was beginning to drop. Snow began to pile onto his antlers and back. A cold wind passed across his pelt and nipped at his heels. The red stag grunted, shaking his head with a blank expression, he picked his pace up by only a little. If she fell, it would make the process much harder than if he was careful. "Stay awake…stay awake Aaliyah, stay with me. You can do it, I know you can." He muttered.
When he arrived at his Aunt’s house, he sank to the floor so Ameya could help the snow leopard off his back. Snow cascaded off his pelt. He hurriedly nudged the feline towards the doe and by the time Aaliyah was off his back, he shifted without a thought. Atticus threw open his Aunt’s front door and a gust of hot air spilled from the inside of the house. His eyes went from Ameya, then to the snow leopard. "If she can’t shift, we have to haul her in ourselves." He told the doe as he reached down to Aaliyah. He hoped she could shift. "We have to get her inside somehow." The man told with a hint of desperation. He was heavily breathing at this point, hanging onto Aaliyah for dear life. He gazed down at her and furrowed his brows. Snow dusted his hair and shoulders. "Aaliyah, can you shift?" He pleaded with her, hoping she wasn’t too far gone. His hand was tightly clenched, his fingers dug into the palm of his hand. His knuckles went white. His metallic blue eyes lifted to Ameya, pausing to wait for a response.

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Tags: Theodemar


Only when she was completely sure Aunt Sophia didn’t need her help, Angel was running back up the hill to reach her house. The snow was just beginning to fall; it was that time of the year so it would get worse. She was still trying to wrap her mind around this whole fiasco when she heard her name at a distance. “Angel!” She threw her head over her shoulder and a large smile swept across her face. She saw the elk cantering in her direction. A wave of joy came rushing into her face. And as he reached her and nudged her, she leapt in and wrapped her arms around his large neck. She bubbled at his tough. Then Theodemar shifted and she still was embracing him for a moment longer. Her eyes came to his face when she noticed his soaking wet clothes. "Theo you’re absolutely soaked! What were you doing?" She laughed, pulling away. He smelt somewhat like a wet dog; it humored her. She was breathing quickly after all that running she had to do. And the running plus the anxiety made her head feel a bit fuzzy too. Angeline nodded her head as he said he was glad to see she was alright. Then he set his hand on her arm as he suggested her to go inside. He said, ”I have no idea what that roar meant, but we really must get you home. I don’t want you caught in the fray of a possible attack.” The girl bent back as she set her hands on her knees to take a breather before answering him. Her soft green eyes ascended to his worried face. "No, Theo, it’s okay. It was Aaliyah. She needed help, it isn’t an attack." She assured him with the wave of her hand. She continued to smile at him though. "Thanks for the concern but I’m fine, just tired." The strawberry blonde girl drew her fingers through her hair and pushed it to the side. Then she lifted herself up and stared at his frightfully bold expression; wow, she didn’t get to see that every day. It was so sweet. A giggle brushed her lips at that reaction. Her eyes fell away and then came back to his, just as the snow really began to set in. The girl set her hand on his, then she looked back over her shoulder to the houses far down the hill. She was barely able to see them at this point. The girl nibbled her lip as she stared off. She wanted to hesitate over what she was about to say. Maybe she shouldn’t be so open about this but she had a bad habit of spilling whatever information she came across, especially to the people she trusted. "Theo, you won’t believe it…" She muttered to him. "She had a cub." She said, glanced back at him.[/size]

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Raziel Reneux
Tags: Himmat; Lemmy (The Batcave)


Her ear flicked as Himmat stepped into the den and also the conversation. She didn’t quite turn her head to see him though, she was still focused on the old bat. The lady was currently slurping up her spider meal. It caused a rather serious look to crawl onto the sugar glider’s face, especially when she talked about her “attitude”. ‘Excuse me for being so impatient, you’re not making things easy on me either lady.’ Raziel assumed the ghost bat would start to lecture her on proper behavior and what was acceptable behavior, but she turned her sights to Himmat instead. The bat shooed him off. ”No males allowed! Females only!" In response, Raziel exhaled heavily. Her eyes trailed Himmat as he was scared off but his reply made her smirk. Yes, she really was going to die of a heart failure, wasn’t she? That was a clever little comeback. She enjoyed it. But as Lemmy turned back and directed her to moths, the sugar glider followed quietly behind. She stepped over the remains of dead insects and bugs. Bats were so gross sometimes; she could only scrunch up her nose and ignore the corpses of their meals. Her eyes were so focused on the ground of the disgusting place, that she almost missed Lemmy’s gesture. The white bat pointed up to the ceiling. Slowly, Raziel’s eyes followed the direction and she stared up at the collection of moths the bat had taken the time to store. In surprise, the rodent rolled onto her back feet, staring up at the ceiling with the twitch of her nose. Her big eyes trailed the insects while they fluttered in their prisons. Lemmy’s offer to pick one threw her off her guard. Her eyes met the old hag’s for a moment longer. The very keen expression of the bat made it evident something was up. That only made her smirk. "Or pick none." The ghost bat said. A suspicious look came over her face before Raziel looked back up at the ceiling. Then she looked at Lemmy again. ‘futé, old bat. You are very clever indeed.’ She ran her tongue over a sharp tooth hidden in her mouth as she pondered for a moment over what to do. Moths were quite tasty. Her head lifted and she picked out the simplest, closet moth she could. "Very well. I’ll play your game." She said, knowing exactly where this was headed. Her large eyes fell upon her selected moth. "That one." She told the bat. Her eyes sharply turned to face her, giving an expression which almost seemed to say ‘check-mate, dear hag. Now your turn.’ "Yes, I think I’d enjoy that one." Raziel said again, watching Lemmy’s reaction to her decision with curious eyes.

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Dean Marten
Tags: Badgery Girl (Town)


He picked at his teeth while he continued to lounge on the rooftop. He was feeling quite buggered out, but this roof and this heat was just what he needed. A chuckle slithered out from his throat as he set his paw down and rested his head. Feeling satisfied, he turned his head. The pine marten stretched out again before rolling onto his back, much like a dog would. He gave his back a good scratch before the sound of shouting caught his ear. Dean lifted a haughty brow of his as he weaseled his way back onto his belly. From the tone of the animal, it sounded quite peeved or trying to get away from something; it was hard to tell the difference. For him though, he figured it was someone who realized his deals were a rip off. They probably wanted to skin him at the moment. That happened to him a lot. But he stretched out, seeming as cool as can be; his claws raked the tiles as he prepared to meet the next bludger who wanted his head. Dean lifted his head, glancing at a frothing badger. It was such a hideous beast and its accent was bloody awful. It was like nails raking down metal. But despite its upfront approach, the pine marten swished his tail in a collective manner. He raised his head to her outburst. She had apparently wanted his spot but it was hard to hear that through her marble gurgling accent. He heard her words and lifted his ears. "Oi, ma’am," he chuckled and said softly. "Apologies for the misconception. I’ll be gone in a flash, ma’am, don’t worry." He lifted himself without a fight. He seemed to be completely cooperative as he started to walk out of the sunlight and down the tiles. He had taken a few long strides. Dean was spinning multiple ideas in his head. All of them came and went in a flash, while he thought of this badger. Quietly, he stopped a few feet away. A sad sigh fell from his lips. Then he looked off, seeming like he felt disappointed suddenly. "Oh but I’m afraid she won’t like it if you cross me, ma’am." Dean gently turned around; he sat down on the roof some distance away from her favorite spot, so he wouldn’t impose on her. He sighed again, calmly eyeing around the people walking down below. His tail curled around his foot. "Oh it’s not personal, darlin’. See I wish you could have that spot but...I’m sorry." He said persuasively. His smooth breath glided over his lips and he sadly shook his head. His eyes flicked to her. "Persefoni made it quite clear I was to wait there until further orders. She’ll be mighty red at whoever is in that spot except me. I can’t say what she’d do to you." Dean shifted his gaze, smoothly doing so; he crept back to his feet and lifted his leg to emphasize him about to leave. The pine marten casually began to walk away just so she would feel crushed by the decision. "I suppose I’ll have to report you for intervening on the estate’s behalf. Apologies, darlin’."

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Lycoris Radiata
Tags: Pandereos (Estate Town)


Soft brown eyes trailed the shape of the Estate’s fox while he ambled around the estate. Dark shapes stood in wait deep in the forest on the other side of the gate, but they peered in with interest. Her eyes followed Persefoni’s servant. The jingle of his bell could even be heard from their location.
”Are you sure we should do this, Lycoris?” A sharp voice asked, amidst the group of them.
Her eyes narrowed on the fox while he moved, she gently brushed her head to the side. "We don’t have any other choice," She said. Her voice was smooth but she spoke with a controlled tone. She never raised her voice to yell. She always remained disciplined. She turned her head to face the estate. "You let the first one go but don’t worry, I think I can persuade this one." The animal said, hunkering in before peering over her shoulder. She gestured them group to leave as the fox was coming into position.
One hesitated for a moment but they all fell into the forest and slipped quietly away. A hawk flew off into the sky and faded in the distance.
The red panda remained, she swished her tail; she was nearly chest deep in the snow but she could amble through it like a cat. When came to the nearest tree by the path outside the estate and drew her claws into the bark; Lycoris scaled it softly. Her breath was quiet against the cold air. Her banded tail curled around the trunk as she lingered at the top, staring down at the fox. She was not so far away from the entrance of the estate and she was curious to see if he would notice her or not. Either way, her eyes were following him as she waited to get him alone. She remained completely still in the canopy, just out of sight from the guards.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Mon Aug 27, 2018 8:30 pm

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Ameya White : Tags: Atticus, Aaliyah, Aunt Sophia, cub (Village)

Once Aaliyah had made her way onto Atticus' back and was as comfortable as she could get herself. Ameya stepped away from the stag's side, her eyes traveled to his face for a split second. His pain had grown as well as his anger, he was now able to feel just how withered away the leopard had become, how close she was to knocking on death's door. Pulling her head away, Ameya had to keep herself from falling into the sorrow any deeper than she already was for the female. When Atticus began moving towards the help the feline needed, Ameya quickly followed, with each stride Atticus took, the doe nearly had to take two. He was much larger than her and his steps were farther apart, making the white-tailed deer have to speed up a little. Every once in a while, Ameya would look over at Atticus to check on Aaliyah, to make sure she wasn't sliding off. During one of those short checks, the doe noticed the stag's teeth gritted and his brow furrowed, averting her gaze the girl tried to keep her eyes of his muzzle. She'd seen more expressions and emotions on his face today then she'd seen in the last three months of knowing him. Feeling an ache in her chest the doe sharply inhaled the cold air, it was painful to breathe in deeply it was so cold. The doe's light blue eyes watched as snowflakes fell from the sky, sticking to their pelts and Atticus' antlers. Passing by house after house, Ameya kept her eyes sealed on their destination, she couldn't stand to look at the pain in his eyes or anger on his lips again. As the light snowfall become a snowstorm over a short amount of time, the doe squinted her blue eyes as she continued to push forward, 'Why.. why does it have to snow now...' her thoughts pleaded for the snow to stop, for Aaliyah's sake. Hearing a grunt, Ameya was pulled from her thoughts, causing her to look at the two of them before speeding up slightly to try and meet Atticus speed without outrunning him. She wanted to be right there just in case the leopard would start to fall. It wasn't long till Atticus was muttered, telling the feline to stay awake to stay with him. She wanted the Aaliyah to hang in there to make it and be able to raise her cub yet, there was an unfamiliar pain which rolled in her chest hearing such a desperate tone come from the red stag.

Once they arrived at Sophia's cottage, Ameya quickly shifted out of her doe form, snow fell around her from her deer back as she did so. Wasting no time, the girl began helping remove the snow leopard from his back and gently placed her onto the snow-covered ground. She was so light, no more then 30 pounds if that... Her skin slide across her bones from even the gentlest of touches. Looking up at the man before her, she watched as he quickly threw the door open. "Atticus... I don't believe she can shift even if she wanted too... she just too weak." Raising her blue eyes to him Ameya quickly slide her hands underneath Aaliyah's hindquarters, All the while Atticus was still trying to get her to shift, "Atticus she can't... We can get her inside with little effort, she only weights thirty pounds if that." She told him gently, "I have her hind, you take her front." She told him, the girl's eyes were soft as she looked at his breaking face, "We, can get her inside I promise." She comforted him as she waited for him to start lifting her up.





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Himmat Lasiurus : Tags: Raziel, Ol'hag Lemmy

Watching he little rodent pick out her moth, Lemmy raised her brows at the look Raziel shot at her after picking a common moth. "Is that your final choice?" she asked curiously with a little smirk on her batty lips. "Or, would you like to... pick again." She said as she lifted a wing up to the cages. "HIMMAT!" The old hag yelled, "GET YOUR HINNY IN HERE" She screamed at him again, she wanted him to get any moths the girl wanted out of the cages, she wasn't about to fly up there on a full stomach. "Take your time... I'm not needed just yet." She told her with a darkening grin. Himmat slowly slid his way back into the den inside of the den. "Yeah?" He asked with a brow raised with curiosity. Looking to the ceiling he was aw struck, there were so many moths in... in cages! "Hag, you have too much time on your wings...." He muttered as he watched the delicious morsel's fly about in their little prisons. "So... what ya need me for?" He asked with just as much curiosity in his voice as before. About that time Lemmy looked at the lad with an angry look in her eyes, "I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!!! NO MALES ALLOWED, WHAT PART OF THAT DON"T YOU UNDERSTAND CHILD, GIT!" Again, the ghost bat was up flailing her wings about like the crazy lady she was. Clearly, she was slipping. Muttering under her breath she quickly began walking back into the little room, "Ye done yet?" She asked her eyes narrowed at the girl. "Oh, looky there my favorite!" She said as the old bat's eyes fell on a large white moth, similar to the ones from the estate. "Such yummy critters...." She muttered with longing eyes.



   


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Pandareos Fox : Tags: Lycoris Radiata

As he padded through the snow, Pandareos huffed as he eyed the guards. He was thinking about chasing the barn cat around... she was always fun to get riled up. She didn't like canine-like men, who would have thought a cat not liking a canine. He chuckled softly to himself at the thought. Exhaling as his mind went back to the past events and why he was suddenly basically put on a leash caused the male to roll his eyes heavily. About that time, the fox felt eyes on him... glancing around he didn't see any guards watching him.. nor did he see Persefoni glaring at him through the windows... or the lord for that matter. Where... where were the eyes that were scanning his pelt? Putting his snout to the breeze, the fox's eyes narrowed. This new scent, it was different and didn't belong to anyone from the estate, who was this character. Stepping forward, Pandareos acted as if he was minding his own business, simply foxing around like he normally did. Acting in a normal manner he was attempting to keep the guards from paying any mind to him. Stepping closer to the gate which led outside of the estates garden, the fox perked his ears and called out in a low voice, "Who are ya, I know you're there... no point in staying hidden." he told them as he nonchalantly checks for guards. None seemed to be paying any attention to him for the moment. Of course, with every step the male took, his little collar complete with tags and a bell rang its annoying toon. There was no way this fox would ever be able to escape this place, between the life threats to his family and annoyance around his neck he was out of luck.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Tue Aug 28, 2018 2:37 pm

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Aaliyah hardly felt the snow on her back, her mind in a place far from reality. Though her back was just as covered as Atticus' antlers, she was so far that it was nothing but a gentle sting in her dreaming. Her stag's words drifted to her in her mind, her ears seeming to flick in a response to his voice as she nudged her muzzle further into his pelt. It was difficult to stay in the living realm, prevent herself from saying a farewell. Every inch of her begged for release. It was all she could do to keep her mind on her son, on her stag, on the deer that were working so hard to keep her alive. It would be utterly pointless to give up now. It felt like ages before she was finally awoken at the shudder of cold that went through her body, suddenly losing all of Atticus' heat at once. It was enough of a jolt to bring her back rudely to true consciousness. Blinking her eyes, she hazily gazed at the surroundings in front of her. Most of her vision was pure white. Nothing but the cold snow, a hint of warmth onto the top of her head, and Atticus. Worried and desperate to keep her safe. If she could respond...nevermind even responding. She had far too much to tell if she could talk, and she wasn't going to waste it on simple words. Turning her head just a bit, she stared straight at the man, her eyelids covering half of her ice blue orbs as she tried to focus on his face more than anything else. Her vision was still blurry, and fading, but if she could keep her gaze on something important...perhaps that would make all the difference. She felt Ameya begin to support her, and it hurt to move again, but it was better than being on stairs or on the back of a trotting deer. Letting out another small mew out of instinct, she moved her head to look up towards the open door, wishing she were in that warmth but lacking any strength to help herself. One of these days, she'd walk in without any problems, and be back to the way she was before.

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Theo laughed softly at her surprise of his soaked clothes, glancing down at them for a moment. "Well, I was at the lake, but then a buck came and called me to action. I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes, but I suppose it was also a poor decision to go down there in the dead of winter." Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back to her, checking over her every so often just to make sure that she was indeed doing alright. It certainly seemed that way, but after the scare of the roar, he was still slightly on edge. He was rather surprised at what she had to admit though. "Aaliyah? She's back?" He looked behind her at where she came. They must have taken her to Aunt Sophia's home, for whatever she had needed. "What kind of help did she need? I haven't seen her since the first time we came." He stroked her arm with his thumb, appreciating her warm hand before he felt the snow begin to fall harder. A storm must be rolling in to be as thick as it was. Slipping his hand away, he instead looped her arm inside his and began the walk to her abode, hoping he remembered the path through all of the snow. He was beginning to shive with the intense cold. However, the mention of a cub caught him off guard, and his stomach jolted as he flashed his head to her. "You're right, I don't believe it. A cub, really?" He glanced his eyes back towards the road to the healer's. Aaliyah was obviously struggling on her own. There was no way she was heavily pregnant when they brought her for obvious reasons, but...was it Atticus' child? He was incredibly doubtful about that. She had left practically almost the same day she had arrived, if rumor was correct. She wouldn't leave if she had been that close with him. It all depended on the age of the cub, he supposed. So much new information. "How old is it?" Perhaps they had been closer before Lythedh had taken her to his Estate and married her with force. That would explain the intensity of their reactions, but then again, he hadn't experienced it himself. His mind swarmed with a million questions, trying to solve how in the world any of it happened. There had to be some answers.[/color]

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The badger grumbled a few things, satisfied that the weasel was cooperating. At least someone recognized respect for other people's belongings. Striding forward herself, she plopped herself down on the warm tiles, her head resting on her front paws. Finally, a place to rest. That, was, until the mangy mutt decided to speak with her again. What a way to ruin someone's afternoon. She gave him the time of day to talk, but it was not entirely pleasant. "Persefoni? Wantin' tae kill me aff fur takin' mah spot? Ye ever heard ay personal belongings, varmit? Ah hink th' Lady ay th' estate knows mair abit it than ye do, ye piece ay crap. Noow git aff mah roof befair yoo're th' body she's rippin' tae shreds." Rolling her eyes, she crossed her front paws, laying her head down again and hoping the little pest would get the memo and leave her be.


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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:32 pm

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Tags: Ameya; Aaliyah; Aunt Sophia (Village)


He knew Ameya was right, she was too weak. Of course she had to be in her snow leopard form. Why couldn't she be human? It wasn't necessarily for dragging her in, but, it would be easier to have her healed and fed in that shape. The village knew little to nothing about snow leopards and their diet. It would be easier to take care of her. But maybe it would be alright. Maybe he was just too preoccupied in her current state. He could barely handle himself as it was; but overall, there was no time to loose and he had to get her inside. Thank the maker that she was a snow born creature, that's why he wasn't in such a hurry to get her inside. This temperature was practically her home. When he made up his mind, even if Ameya was offering a technique to haul the cat inside, Atticus brushed her off respectively with his hand. He arched in on his toes, slid his hands beneath the Aaliyah's bony side. Her soft yet uneven pelt brushed against his hand, sending a wave of familiar memories coursing through his mind. He started to roll Alayah's decrepit body into his arms. Then he rose to his feet, pulled inside, and said to the doe, "Sorry, I'm actually more worried about how we can help her like this. She isn't that heavy, like you said." He stated in a whisper. His delicate blue eyes grazed the shape of the living room while he walked the snow leopard inside. His heart thundered in his chest frantically. He had to save her. "Aunt Sophia!" He called. His gaze spun about the cabin. "Aunt Soph-!!" The man went quiet as his Aunt hurriedly swung open her bedroom door. She seemed more serious than usual, as if she knew what was going on. He went to explain but his Aunt shushed him and gestured him into her room. "Put her on the bed, I'll handle it." She said confidently. Though before going in, Atticus passed a quick glance at Ameya. It was almost for assurance or comfort but it was a brief glance and he slipped into the bedroom. The area was lit. The bed was made. Why was she in here? He slid the large cat onto the double bed, about to thank his Aunt when Sophia abruptly began pushing him out the door. She shoved against his chest, shooing him off. "Go, the girl needs her peace and quiet so she can heal without any distractions. I can't have you in here." He shuffled back with a strange face but he figured his Aunt knew what she was doing, she was the healer here, not him. So Atticus bit his tongue and obeyed. He was just about to turn at the exit, when he had spotted a box on Aunt Sophia's nightstand by a candle. In the small box, there was a small blanket or a towel. And something inside it was moving but -it couldn't be. He had nearly stopped breathing when the door was closed in his face. He didn't have to see it to know what it was. This was exactly the thing he'd feared. He never suspected it in his mind, but somehow, deep down, he knew what it was. He knew it existed. The entire room went dizzy and he backed against the wall with a thud and slid to the floor. He had his arms over his knees. But it was at that moment, when he realized his Aunt was just trying to protect him, though it was too late. He took a glimpse of the cub and that was all he needed to see. The man tried to swallow up his thoughts and forget. He tried to forget about his history with Aaliyah. Maybe he could get himself to. Maybe he could forget all of it. For a first, he even overlooked Ameya. Atticus's hand was covering his mouth as he stared off with a completely dumbfounded expression.

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While they walked through the pouring snow with their arms intertwined, Angel rubbed the man's arm to give him warmth. She nibbled her lip and shivered. "Theo Yeah a cub." She affirmed. She could see the confusion in his face but she didn't have many answers herself. As a matter of fact, this whole situation with Aaliyah was getting rather messy. Angel was fine with it herself but she wasn't sure how much the village would like it. Poor girl. "Uh, I don't know. I've never seen anything newborn other than a deer or a human. I couldn't say but it was darn small, very small. I couldn't tell you, I don't even know if it'll make it to be honest." The girl brushed some of her hair over her shoulder. The strawberry blonde color was faded with the snowflakes. Her eyes showed her obvious concern for the current issue that was going on. "Gosh...who could be the father though? I mean maybe she got knocked up when she left us? I mean predators...predators are weird like that, or so I've heard. Still, I don't know much."

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Tags: Himmat; Lemmy (The Batcave)


When the old hag asked if she would like to pick again, the sugar glider opened her mouth and then hesitated. That wasn't the reaction she was expecting. Not to mention, Lemmy wasn't getting any less sinister. Did she make the right choice? What on earth was this game? What was this bat thinking? Raziel furrowed her brows as the flying white rat shouted for Himmat to come inside and get the sugar glider her moth, only to shoo him off again. Someone had a bad case of amnesia. She puffed sourly. The rodent clicked her tongue and snapped her eyes onto the ghost bat with a flicker of interest."What on earth is this for though? Why am I here?" She asked. Though Lemmy was obviously focused on her particular moth, Raziel wasn't. Yes, moths were good. She was feeling comfortable here. But what's with the riddles? She knew there was a scheming side to this old animal. "What are you planning exactly?" She inquired. "Thank you for the snack, Madame, but I have a feeling this is leading somewhere? Or is it not."

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Tags: Badgery Girl (Town)


The old codger was resting peacefully in his spot. It may have been hers before, but nobody messes with the marten when he wants something. He will get it one way or another, even if she brushed him off. He had warned her. The smelly badger had told him off with that ghastly accent of hers, and he brushed the fur on his chest like he was 'washing guilt from his pelt.' She was deserving of this. "Well, g'day then," When he tipped his head to her, the pine marten sprung to the nearest tree and veered down the trunk like a squirrel. Dean pounced to the ground and swung his head up high, prancing down the road like he was the finest man in town. He even gave a coy smirk in the direction of the badger. Then he turned his attention back to the road ahead of him and made his way past the other houses, to a spot just around the corner. Every back alley cat knew this was the best spot to find guards. If that didn't work, then he could use the back alley cats themselves. "You've made a dangerous opponent t'day, mate. I reckon you were better off holdin' your tongue then pushin' me off." He snickered impishly to himself.

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Tags: Pandereos (Estate Town)


She lifted her brows in a fraction of interest when he had noticed her. That was awfully convenient then. For a second, the red panda turned to face the ground to begin her descend of the tree. Her catlike claws made quick work of the bark; she was well built for navigating the forest in cold weather. Lycoris slipped down the tree, just noticeable for the fox but not for the guards. If she was to speak with him, he'd have to be alone and further from the Estate. So once she was in view of Pandereos, she let out a distant bark to get his attention. When she was further down like this, it was pretty easy to spot her and she trusted this one enough to be out in the open. He was not like the other ones she'd met.
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PostSubject: Re: Animals Within   Tue Sep 11, 2018 9:20 pm

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Ameya White : Tags: Atticus, Aaliyah, Aunt Sophia, cub (Village)

Watching as Atticus brushed her attempt to help aside, Ameya stepped back and allowed the man to help the woman he seemed to once fancy... or rather, maybe he still did. Pulling her hands to her chest she glanced off to the side brushing the sudden ache away. Why did she feel this way? There was no reason for it, and at this moment it wasn't acceptable. Quickly, the girl returned her eyes to Atticus as he lifted himself up with Aaliyah in his arms. Giving the man a gentle expression Ameya replied kindly and just as softly "No need to apologize Atticus, I understand. I'm sure, Aunt Sophia will be able to figure something out to help her. I know it will be a task but I have faith in your Aunt." She told him as her crystal blues met his. She wanted to comfort him in any way she could, she hoped at least her words would help him at this point in time. Following behind the two, Ameya was diligent to shut the door after they both entered the house, cutting the cold draft from the warmth of the abode. She knew the cub had to be in the house somewhere it wouldn't be good if the little thing got chilled as small as it was. Turning back to Atticus as he hollered for his Aunt, desperation crying out in his voice. It was painful to see him this shook, this frantic. About to help in the call for his Aunt, Ameya had parted her pink lips and uttered the beginning of Sophia's name just to see her coming through the door with haste. She was in her bedroom, most likely tending to the cub. At that moment, the stags Aunt swooped in and took to motioned Atticus into her room and silenced any explanation that the young man had wanted to include. As quickly as she had come out of the room, she rushed back in, Atticus trailed behind her but paused for a moment to look at the piebald doe, the look in his eyes seemed to be searching for comfort in Ameya. Sending him a reassuring smile she watched he quickly disappeared into the room with just as much haste in his step. However, it seemed she ushered him on out as soon as he had enough time to place the snow leopard on the bed. Once he was back into the living room backing himself slowly up against the opposite wall from the room the young woman started towards him, concern washed over her. "Atticus?" She called out his name clearly worried as she went to his side. As his back hit the wall and his body slid down to the floor, the girl quickly went to him however, the stag was in a daze, pain rolled about in his eyes as he cupped his hand over his mouth. He'd learned something that pained him greatly, and was now trying to cope with the knowledge he had just acquired. The young stag was in a haze of thoughts, he didn't even realize how near Ameya was to him, or the fact that she had called out to him. Falling silent, the girl didn't want to push him to answer her, he needed his space at the moment. Allow herself to bend down towards him, Ameya gently rubbed his back in a comforting manner before stepping away. She didn't enjoy seeing him so beside himself, hurt in so many ways. Walking towards the couch, Ameya easily lowered herself to the soft cushions and gazed out the window. She wanted to let him breathe and if he wanted comfort or to talk he'd seek it out whether it was from her or his Aunt or someone else. He didn't push comforting actions on her when she first arrived, though she would have liked the unfamiliar gesture she knew everyone needed their own space and time to cope no matter the cause.

       

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Lemmy raised a brow as she looked over at the female sugar glider, "You have a goal don't ye?" She asked her with a grin on her batty lips. "The answer to where your goal lies is in the moths... does it not?" She informed her with a chuckle. "Choose carefully." She continued to press the issue before looking back up at the moths, the old bat licked her lips before pivoting on her right foot to face Himmat who was sneaking back into the den. "So um.... You called Ol'H- I mean Lemmy...." He grumbled and watched as the old bat smiled brightly at him. "Oh! Did I? Oh yes, be a doll an get the moth that Ms. Raziel would like to obtain" Slowly, the lad shuffled his way into the open, prepared to be shooed off once more. He was trying to keep calm, he wanted to strangle the old bat and turn her into a true ghost bat. Redirecting her gaze to Raziel, Lemmy chuckled and rolled the nuckle of her wings together until the two finger like claws hooked together. "Unless, the journey has become uninteresting to ye... " She muttered with a smirk clearly plaster across her wrinkled muzzle.


   


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Pandareos Fox : Tags: Lycoris Radiata  

Flicking his ears towards the tree as the sound of claws ever so delicately scrapping down the bark, he knew this was his little spy. "A red panda aye?" the fox muttered under his breath, he wondered who this individual was and what they had to do with him. Glancing over his shoulders, he watched as the guards paid him or the distant clawing noises no mind. "Some guards ya have here Lythedh..." he whispered with a slight roll of his eyes before quickly padding towards the tree, curiosity taking over. What did this creature want with him...




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