And then I think that maybe I was designed to be alone..
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Post by Ronan Walsh on Nov 12, 2016 20:23:29 GMT
[googlefont=Oswald] The Moral CompassThe raging waters soothed him. As the river roared above all other noises, Ronan found the rest of his troubles slowly melting away. Everything else was background noise and his sharp gaze was fixed only on the current before hand.
Dull and gray like the skies overhead, the river carried on without a care towards the lake below. Ronan hadn't been to the lake yet, only caught glimpses of it between the trees as he crept through the undergrowth and followed the river further upstream.
His black pelt stood out against the gray of the river bank but Ronan slipped on without care, weaving in and amongst the stones like a ghost. The panther paused every few minutes to taste the air and ensure he was as alone as he perceived himself to be.
When he reached a sharp bend in the stream the cat paused to lap at a the frigid water. The cold mountain taste burned his throat and chilled him all the way to the core. Taking another deep breath he sat, curling his tail around his paws.
Despite the threatening rain clouds overhead, today had been a good day. After napping in a nearby hollow, the panther had taken to exploring further upstream and now-
Ro leaped to his feet as his eyes caught a flash of red. The panther perched precariously near the water's edge, careful to to lean too close. There! Another red flash appeared before him and before the fish could escape, Ronan hooked his paw expertly into the water, flicking the fish into the air.
He dove paws first into the water only inches away from catching the fish in his jaws when a scream ripped the silence. Every hair on his pelt stood on end and the fish landed back into the river unharmed splashing icy cold water in his face.
But Ronan barely noticed. Was someone in trouble? The introvert in him wanted to just ignore what he thought he had just heard, but the SARTECH agent within couldn't idly sit by while someone was in danger.
Quickly bounding back to the river bank the cat stood, ears pricked and listening for the faintest sounds of another person. |
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Post by Chase Anderson on Nov 17, 2016 6:40:18 GMT
“ I'M CARRYING YOUR LIGHT. [attr="class","cupcakescroll"]Chase could deal with spiders. He'd dealt with several variations of them over his time moving from house to house. By 'dealt with' he meant that he picked them up and let them outside of course- they'd never done anything to him and he rather liked the little creatures, actually. Spiders, he could handle.
These, on the other hand (or perhaps paw?), were a completely different story. Creepy crawlies, Chase liked. The normal crawlies, though? Not so much.
So when Chase spotted a beetle that was the size of two ENTIRE ladybugs as he was walking, he screamed. It was not a very masculine scream, in the slightest. When he stopped, he found himself stuck in a tree.
How he'd gotten there, he didn't know, but he wasn't coming down until the beetle was gone. He shifted slightly so that he was holding onto the lower, thicker branch of the tree a little more securely, and stared down warily at the small black dot that was the beetle, silently willing it to move.
After a little while, he spotted a large black cat stalking around under him. A panther, maybe? Chase hoped that they were a half-blood, instead of a wild animal (though a panther in the woods seemed just a little too unlikely to occur in nature). He tried to wave to them before they stepped on the poor little beetle, but that only resulting in him nearly falling off of his branch. Turns out- that might have not been the greatest idea.
"Hello?" he called, and it wasn't really a question, just a way to get the panther's attention. "Hi. Chase Anderson- there's a beetle near you. Please don't step on it." He was afraid of it, but he didn't want it hurt. "But...if you could...ah-" He laughed nervously. "-move it...literally anywhere other than this general...area...that'd be great." [newclass=.cupcakescroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width:3px;[/newclass][newclass=.cupcakescroll::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#ddd;[/newclass] |
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Post by Ronan Walsh on Nov 22, 2016 15:14:28 GMT
[googlefont=Oswald] The Moral CompassThe scent of fear crashed over him moments before he heard the timid voice. "Hello? Hi. Chase Anderson- there's a beetle near you. Please don't step on it."
Ears pricked, Ronan simply stared at the individual caught up in the tree. This wasn't for real, was it? A low and guttural growl rumbled towards Chase and the animal flattened his ears in displeasure.
SARTECH agents were called out to the most dangerous and remote calls where even normal Search and Rescue Agents couldn't go. Evacuating a bug simply so a scared 'little' boy could climb down from his tree wasn't even a job worthy of Search and Rescue, it was hardly a job worthy for your local fire department.
The black cat fixed Chase with a hard stare, but he didn't speak. Why climb a tree? There would be far more bugs in there then there would be literally anywhere else. But the rank stench of fear reminded him that the other male really was afraid.
Oh my goodness, this was just so beneath him. The panther reached up on his hind legs, scoring his claws down the tree. The bark peeled away effortlessly leaving giant claw marks at the base of the stump. The gesture was followed by an angry hiss that seemed to either say 'I'm going to eat you', or 'stay put'.
For all he knew the idiot might fall out of the tree and break his neck. Now that would be an interesting change of events. Shaking his head, Ronan padded over to the beetle. With an obedient dip of his head, the giant cat lapped it up. Just like that, gone into his mouth.
Before the wimp could complain he killed it, he simply padded away, spitting it out into the undergrowth. He swiped his tongue across his muzzle in disgust, trying to forget the feeling of the little legs clambering across his tongue. Gross.
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Post by Chase Anderson on Nov 23, 2016 6:23:01 GMT
“ I'M CARRYING YOUR LIGHT. alright, edited a bunch of stuff, haha ronan [attr="class","cupcakescroll"]Well, Ronan did have a point, even if he'd only made it inside his own head. There definitely were more bugs in the tree- Chase was just too fixated on the one down on the ground to notice the 20-something ants that started crawling onto his clothes. He'd find them later- and scream later. For now, though, the tree was serving the purpose he needed it to just fine.
If it was possible, the panther looked almost offended by Chase's request. And he could admit...it was a little pathetic, but still. Bugs. 6 legs. Right in between 4, which was normal, and 8, which was cool. Just the right amount to be weird.
He still wasn't entirely sure the animal was even a halfblood, and he shied away as best he could when the panther approached the tree, hugging the branch tighter so that his awkwardly long limbs were unreachable. To him, the hiss honestly sounded more like, I'm going to eat you, than anything else, and Chase swallowed nervously when he heard it. "Uh- Chase is friend, not food? Don't eat me, please."
That was kind of funny, though- the dog scared of the cat. Of course, the cat was huge, and had sharper teeth and claws than he did by far, but it was still a cat.
The panther left him alone after that, thankfully, and started approaching the beetle. For a moment, Chase was hopeful- maybe the panther could understand him, and it would move the beetle!
Then the beetle was gone- eaten, right in front of his eyes. Chase let out a half-indignified, half-outright offended squawk, horrified by the entire thing, and he actually fell off his branch in his shock. The beetle was scary, but he didn't want it to be eaten! Luckily, his branch had been low enough that he wasn't hurt, but he'd be feeling bruises in the morning. "What the- you-?!" he sputtered intelligently, jumping to his feet to follow the panther. He started gesturing with his arms wildly towards where the beetle had been, clearly a little disgruntled by the whole thing- he was not letting this go so easily (or at least, not as easily as he had let go of the branch).
"Wait! You can't just-" he started, but he cut himself off as he noticed that the panther had apparently changed its mind about killing the beetle (or just thought the beetle was too gross to bother with, and had instead spit it out. He paused for a moment, then checked inside the bush, just to make sure the tiny thing was alright. He only peeked for a second, since bugs still creeped him out, but it looked like it was alive. "Oh." How embarassing. Chase had a whole lecture planned and everything. "Thanks....for not hurting it," he mumbled, still a little flustered, since he was beginning to realize he had definitely been a little more dramatic than a bug gave him an excuse to be. (Or 'bee' if Chase was feeling punny about it. He had a feeling the panther didn't have his sense of humor, though.)
He stands up straight again, directing his gaze toward the panther, who is still walking away from him. "You...are a half-blood, right?" Chase asked, somewhat uncertainly. He was fairly sure, at this point, but the feline was making it hard to tell. There was a human scent on him, when Chase remembered that he could check with his enhanced senses, but even so, he wasn't so convinced, not with the way that the panther had literally growled at him earlier. |
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