this ain't no place for no hero
His rounded, black ears hear the muffled movements of the other cub hot on his tail.
He responds by redoubling his efforts, pushing himself to his limit to get to the creek quickest. He is so happy the other colt-turned-cat has decided to play his game! There were other children that lived on his island (and his sister, of course), but it is exciting to have a new friend that maybe plays a little different than the kids of Ischia. Back home, they have only the beach and the jungle to explore. And while he has spent countless hours darting through the thick, damp forest and digging in the hot sand, there is far more to do on the mainland, it seems. The terrain is more varied here and the climate, too, changes; his nose has been twitching with all the new smells since his mother brought him here!
Meeting Cortex is the most exciting thing that has happened to him in his short life thus far. He hopes this isn’t the last time he will come to the big part of Beqanna and make a friend.
They dive down below the bank almost at the same time, but Volos notices that Cortex hesitates then to get into the water. The grullo-speckled boy shares no hesitancy and leaps in without thought. He was born with the sea licking his still-wet feet and loves the water almost more than the land. But he is worried about the other colt. His gold eyes look back in concern just in time to see the lion become a tiger like him!
“Whoa, neat trick!” He bobs in the water with his mouth open in surprise. His family can all turn into tigers, but he’s never met someone that can become more than one kind of animal – he wonders what else this kid can do, what else he could become. Cortex has a question for him first, though, and he ducks his head sheepishly so that his chin becomes soaked. Was he so excited that he forgot to give his own name? His mother is always telling him to slow down before he burns out. Maybe she has a point?
“Maybe I am a spy for my home and I don’t want to give out my real name,” he says mock haughtily. “Nah, just kidding. It’s Volos.” He grins again at the other tiger cub and then turns his gaze to the other bank just ahead of them. “Want to keep swimming or do you want to hunt butterflies?” Volos paddles around in a circle, looking down to the fish swimming under the water’s surface. He’s never hunted before, not really, but he reckons he has to start somewhere. “Where are you from anyhow, Cortex?”
He responds by redoubling his efforts, pushing himself to his limit to get to the creek quickest. He is so happy the other colt-turned-cat has decided to play his game! There were other children that lived on his island (and his sister, of course), but it is exciting to have a new friend that maybe plays a little different than the kids of Ischia. Back home, they have only the beach and the jungle to explore. And while he has spent countless hours darting through the thick, damp forest and digging in the hot sand, there is far more to do on the mainland, it seems. The terrain is more varied here and the climate, too, changes; his nose has been twitching with all the new smells since his mother brought him here!
Meeting Cortex is the most exciting thing that has happened to him in his short life thus far. He hopes this isn’t the last time he will come to the big part of Beqanna and make a friend.
They dive down below the bank almost at the same time, but Volos notices that Cortex hesitates then to get into the water. The grullo-speckled boy shares no hesitancy and leaps in without thought. He was born with the sea licking his still-wet feet and loves the water almost more than the land. But he is worried about the other colt. His gold eyes look back in concern just in time to see the lion become a tiger like him!
“Whoa, neat trick!” He bobs in the water with his mouth open in surprise. His family can all turn into tigers, but he’s never met someone that can become more than one kind of animal – he wonders what else this kid can do, what else he could become. Cortex has a question for him first, though, and he ducks his head sheepishly so that his chin becomes soaked. Was he so excited that he forgot to give his own name? His mother is always telling him to slow down before he burns out. Maybe she has a point?
“Maybe I am a spy for my home and I don’t want to give out my real name,” he says mock haughtily. “Nah, just kidding. It’s Volos.” He grins again at the other tiger cub and then turns his gaze to the other bank just ahead of them. “Want to keep swimming or do you want to hunt butterflies?” Volos paddles around in a circle, looking down to the fish swimming under the water’s surface. He’s never hunted before, not really, but he reckons he has to start somewhere. “Where are you from anyhow, Cortex?”
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@[Cortex]