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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  i feel it in my bones
    #1

    He’s always been wild at heart.

    But now it tears at him from the inside out - feral, fierce and unrelenting. The same force that once drove his wanderlust now drives powerful jaws to clamp around warm and tender flesh of jugulars and causes the swiftness of his claws to pierce the softness of supple skin. Teeth tear into each sinew and muscle without hesitation, pulling away tendon from bone and the roughness of his sandpaper tongue savoring the flavor of each mouthful. The mountain lion not a part of him, it is him, and refuses to give him any choice in the matter. 

    It had taken him to the mountains, to the cooler air and the rocky crags that would serve as the perfect perches for hunting prey as well as remaining hidden from sight. The proud puma prowls the otherwise abandoned mountainscape, hunting and sleeping in a solitary lifestyle that is both gruesome and majestic. The lion exists without Svedka’s consciousness, a seemingly wild cougar with no other counterpart besides itself. Perhaps, however, the stallion still resides somewhere in the depths of the wildcat - for his territory did not bring him into the valley where his family resides, and he has yet attempted to appease his monstrous appetite with horseflesh. 

    Fresh blood stains the front of his large tawny paws and the whiteness of his short muzzle, lying on his belly casually as he strips meat with quick tugs of his head. Black-lined eyes glance up from his kill, nearly finished with his meal. The deer would feed him for at least another week and though his belly is full with the warmth of meat, he continues to dig his claws into the side of its open ribcage, licking at the ivory bones with a satisfying purr resounding in the cougar’s chest. 

    A sound somewhere in the near distance before him causes the tightening of his jaws around his prize, claws lengthening to fasten deeper into the still-warm meat. 

    A growl peels from black-lined lips, snarling wildly as the roundness of his ears fall flat against the golden fur of his head. Nearly black eyes scan the mountainscape before him, tail flicking wildly behind him as another growl escapes him - louder, this time - warning whoever may be near that he is not keen on visitors. 


    svedka



    @[Kagerus] but not really Wink
    #2

    Hyaline had recently received in influx of big cats, it would seem - feral, perhaps, but intrinsically tied to the high ranking members of this society. Not that they partook in said societies themselves, except when their equine counterparts demanded it. And for what could be said of the Queen of Hyaline, she did not demand it.

    Their territories didn't intercept. Being a mountain lion, Svedka kept to the peaks; and being a leopard, Panthera kept to the lowlands. The people of Hyaline were far more accustomed to her presence than they were to his, what with her appearing occasionally alongside Kagerus; the children trusted her more than the adults, funnily enough. Despite her predator instincts, the spotted creature was sentient enough to know better than attack her familiar's subjects. And besides, the little ones were quite cute; Tahti in particular.

    But she heard the mental murmurings of doubt and longing ringing through Kag's mind, and so she decided to leave her territory. Another creature - Svedka, the Heart, her lover's brother (the horses had such confusing lives; why marry when you could simply hunt?) - roamed this land, and her familiar found herself needing his guidance.

    Panthera could not promise to attain such a thing for Kagerus, but she could promise to satisfy her own curiosity.

    It took some time, but eventually, the feline found herself atop a plateau on one of the northern mountains. The heady scent of the male cat flooded her nostrils and made her lips peel back in disgust. Still, she bent low on her haunches, creeping forward through the thin mountain foliage until she could just see him through the leaves; but barely a moment later, the lion raised his head, curled his claws, and growled.

    So much for subtlety.

    Figuring she ought to make the best of being found out, the sleek predator raised herself to her full height - shockingly large, all things considered - and stalked out of the bush, tail sweeping across the ground and eyes half-hooded.

    In response to his growl? A threat of her own, low and rumbling, issued from the breadth of her chest and the marrow of her bones. She glanced to the prey clasped between his massive forepaws, then back up to his near black eyes with her own amber ones.

    Hello, Cat.

    panthera



    @[Svedka] I dont think the last part is telepathy but like, who knows
    [Image: kag]
    dreamweaver
    #3

    The lion doesn’t know of the things that has come to pass; only its next meal, where it will slumber, and whether intruders need to be warned of their trespassing. Svedka’s thoughts are lost beneath the pure animalistic behavior - perhaps they are even forgotten amongst the months of isolation in the cold mountain air, shrouded by instinct and ferocity. The lion does not recognize the panther as anything but a rising challenge, especially when the she-cat slinks from seemingly nowhere - unperturbed by his presence but meeting the sound of his continuous growl with the strong thrum of her own. The sound of her makes him grip his meal tighter, blood filling his mouth as he seeks to protect the prize that his rightly his own.

    Dark-tipped ears are flat against the round shape of his head, glittering black eyes daring her to step closer with each fluid step she takes. The leopard eventually comes to a halt, the amber of her irises flicking from his clutched prey to him almost uninterestedly.

    But the lion knew better.

    The male releases his jaws from the deer, lurching in one fluid and graceful movement to his paws. His tail slashes behind him menacingly, his throat reverberating with the terrifyingly slow clicks of another warning growl. The sound grows, melting into a ferocious snarl as a high-pitched and twisting shriek leaves him. He steps over his prey, dark eyes fastened on the leopard as now he is the one who stalks forward, blood-stained lips curling away from the yellowing of sharp fangs.

    He is not sure, but the cougar wonders if the leopard did not come seeking to steal his meal but perhaps for an entirely different reason. 

    The terrible sound that once quaked from his throat dies into a peal of grumblings, throaty and robust, as his unsheathed claws purposefully trill into the rocky terrain beneath him as he readies to meet her head on in a bloody display of ferocity and strength. 


    svedka



    @[Kagerus]
    he wants to fight her, but is also curious :3 like all kitties
    also mountain lions don't 'roar', so you should definitely look up the sound cause i loled
    #4

    The he-cat made no indication that she'd caught him off guard, his liquid-black eyes swimming to her almost expectantly, though their depths showed no familiarity nor warmth. The fur along Panthera's spine prickled, slowly coming to stand perfectly on edge; in the reflection of the male's glistening black eyes (feral, usurped, instinctual), she could nearly see each individual hair as it rose.

    Blood filled his mouth. Saliva filled hers.

    With the grace of a killer, the cougar swept his great mass to his paws, prey left deranged and crooked and bleeding - unimportant now, as his hunger subsided and his adrenaline ran rampant. The leopardess pinned her ears and drew back her lips until her eyes nearly shut, the ivory of her teeth lending themselves to the ferocity of the hiss which emanated from her throat. Their tails slashed low at the ground, out of sync but with the same wild heartbeat, driven forward by something less-than-sentient, something more ancient, more carnal. The cat forgets her name as the situation intensifies, forgets her familiar and forgets her sentience, utterly transfixed by the way the cougar clicks and shrieks and steps closer.

    Blood on his lips. Fury in his eyes. She lowered herself just an inch, the massive muscles of her shoulder bunching, ready for what was to come. Except -

    - It did not come. The lion halted before her, unsheathed claws raking the earth as he issued another growl. Her tail paused momentarily in its sweep as she considered her intentions her, as she considered her place: but like Kagerus, the appeal of this creature (be him stallion or lion) in his utterly instinctual ways (be they seductive and flirtatious or murderous and cunning) was irresistible.

    Unpausing, Panthera propelled herself from the crouch towards the lion, claws outstretched to grapple his shoulders, teeth bared in a gruesome snarl as she went for his throat.

    panthera



    @[Svedka]
    [Image: kag]
    dreamweaver
    #5

    She meets his ferocity with her own, matching his prowess with an elongation of her spine and the constant striking of her tail behind her. There is a ripple of curiosity (amusement, maybe?) that sparkles in the depths of his wild eyes; something familiar and enlightening - a barely noticeable window into the soul that truly lies beneath the cougar’s snarling expression. That sparkle lasts for a breadth of a moment, overcome with the burning and blazing fire that is only pure instinct and wildness - unable to outshine the mountain lion’s desires.

    It is in this moment (where the lion swallows the stallion) that she leaps, her outstretched paws searching for purchase on shoulder or barrel. He is caught off guard, but the lion rises to meet her - his hind legs balance the heavy muscle of his body as her unsheathed claws find his shoulders, shouldering her weight with a forceful push against her. His own tawny paws reach out to swat at her face or neck to attempt to slice her skin as well as to shove her away from him. He turns his head to avoid the latching of her jaws around his throat, the air hissing near his face as her teeth lock together only inches away.

    There is a gurgled shriek that boils in his throat as claw slices through the thickness of his fur and skin, the sensation only fueling the adrenaline that pulses wildly beneath his golden hide. The sounds that rumble from his chest are carnal and terrifying, echoing throughout the mountain-scape shrilly.

    Gravity pulls the weight of the cougar back to the earth with a solid thud, but there is no moment’s hesitation when his paws touch the ground. He is already pushing towards her again, bringing any space that could have separated them to nothing. In the midst of the fight - the metallic smell of his own blood mixed with the stale scent from his meal - the mountain lion feels the familiar pin-pricking of the other in its mind. The lion’s eyes flash between blue (a lively color, full of expression) and solid black (like a doll’s eyes: lifeless, still). It’s enough to cause the puma to squeeze its eyes tightly shut, peeling its lips back as another clicking shriek leaves its throat in protest.

    With a spitting snarl he attempts to lunge towards her throat, ignoring the painful throbbing across his eyes and head, accompanied by a heavily thrown paw towards the spotted slope of her shoulder or neck. She is a skilled warrior and he is sure that his attempt to find her jugular would go unfruitful.

    svedka



    @[Kagerus]
    This was fun to write! <3
    #6

    In the trickling seconds between crouch and pounce, something flickers in the depths of the lion's eyes. The shift gives further pause to Panthera's intent, causing her focus to drift as she considered the implications of the seemingly feral cat's possible sentience. Knowing that she hadn't much time before her feline instincts took over once more, the leopard blinked once, sending a message and hoping it would find its destination.

    Kag, remember how Svedka's been gone? I think I --

    But the rest of her telepathic thought is cut off as that sparkle dies from the lion's eyes, forcing Panthera's hand; she leapt, forgetting her place in the equine world, absorbed utterly in the chaos for blood.

    He throws his weight back as the she-cat grapples for him, raising his forepaws to swipe viciously towards her face; their sharp edges rend through her pelt easily, leaving five rivers of blood coursing down the short length of her neck. A yowl tore from her gaping mouth, gurgling and distorting as he dodged her grip, leaving her teeth to clack together on thin air.

    When his own skin gives away like water however, the cat's lips part in a gruesome grin of pleasure. His own scream of pain lends her the strength to continue despite her own wounds; a vicious balance between the predators that seemed to promise a bloody end. Whence they return to the earth, the lion moves immediately to fill the space left between them; but his eyes flash, and his throat clicks, and something is not right.

    Faintly, as if from a nearly immeasurable distance:

    DO NOT HARM HIM. Panthera, get the fuck out of there.

    Snarling and mewling at this unprecedented development, the leopard narrowly dodges the lion's scrambling attempt on her jugular, another yowl echoing down the mountainside. Her paws flex for purchase against the thin dirt below, sending her in a great leap away from the lion; she doesn't send a single glance back, heart beating in her throat as she realizes how much damage she could have done.

    panthera



    @[Svedka]
    [Image: kag]
    dreamweaver




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