A Furry Clawed Wingedy Reunion (Scorn)

After being separated for most of the season, Massacre and Scorn finally reunite near Kalinor

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The vast mountain range of Kalea is home of secret valleys, dead-end canyons, and passes that lead to places long forgotten or yet to be discovered.

A Furry Clawed Wingedy Reunion (Scorn)

Postby Massacre on August 12th, 2013, 10:52 pm

A Furry Clawed Wingedy Reunion


Timestamp: 85th of Summer, 513 AV
Location: Not so far away from Kalinor

Massacre had been traveling for days, longer even. He had not bothered to count, but he was not happy. The terrain was not entirely unfamiliar, though it had been a long time since he had traveled through the mountainous region of Kalea. Of course, Massacre had no idea that it was named Kalea.

When Scorn had suggested they cross the water, Massacre had been against it. But she was persistent, and certain that they should be going in that direction. The last time Massacre crossed the water, it had resulted in the loss of almost his entire tribe. Those who survived fled north, into the mountains, where the winter killed all of them off save Massacre. If there were any other survivors, he did not know, but as far as Massacre knew he was the last of his tribe. So.. coming back to the region had not been on the top of Massacre's to do list. Scorn, however, was insistent, and eventually Massacre gave in.

When they found the city, Massacre chose to remain outside while Scorn went in to look for her sister. In the end, they had been separated, and Massacre's search for Scorn led him a long way away from the city, in the direction he did not want to go. The only reason he knew he was going in the right direction was because he had been lucky enough to choose the same cave for shelter that Scorn had, only days before. Her scent remained, and Massacre knew he was on the right path. It had been so long since he'd had a companion, and he wasn't going to give up until he found her.

So.. after nearly a season, and with no other sign of Scorn, even Massacre's resolve was beginning to falter. The Zith was tired, cold, and completely lost. The thing that was guiding him now was the ever so faint scent of the sea, and the smallest glimmer of hope that perhaps Scorn had picked up the same scent and traveled that way.
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Postby Scorn on August 12th, 2013, 11:57 pm

It had been a few days since Scorn had found the cave city and her sister, and she was having mixed feelings. Obviously, she was overjoyed to finally be with her twin, the Zith who meant more to her than anything. But her sister had changed in the time they'd spent apart. Scorn had assumed that, once she'd found her sister, they could go back home, to their colony. But Scourge didn't want to go home. Somehow, in being stranded and alone, Scourge had formed an attachment to these prey-shaped twig people, even to the point that she'd started sleeping at night!

Scorn couldn't understand it, but she also couldn't do anything to hurt her sister. She obviously had to stay in Kalinor until she could convince her sister to leave, but she found herself feeling lonely. It was so strange, for the past year, she had wanted nothing more than to be with her sister, but now that goal had been achieved, and she realized that she wanted more than that. She wanted a family. Not some surrogate prey-family, but something real. Something Zith.

She could not feel comfortable sleeping in a cave, hundreds of non-Zith between her and the freedom of the sky, no matter how much safer Scourge said it was. She had always been used to finding temporary shelter, migrating with the prey, never getting trapped in any one place. She supposed it was nice to have a place to keep her bag of rocks so she didn't have to carry it everywhere, but she got restless trying to spend what should be hunting hours, buried under a pile of rock. No matter how much she tried (not that she'd tried very hard), she could not adapt to Scourge's new sleeping patterns.

As a result, she spent most of her nights alone, gliding aimlessly among the peaks, hunting for prey rather half-heartedly. For so long, her motivation had been finding her sister. Even if she had no idea where she was going, she knew she was going toward Scourge. It lent purpose to her flight. But now? Now she had found what she was looking for, so what was she flying towards now?

As she glided among the steely grey peaks that matched her fur so well, her mind wandered back to the Zith she had met in the past year. Massacre... he was much, much older than her, but in the absence of a colony, he made her feel safe. Sadly, her pursuit of her sister (not to mention some bizarre occurrences that she still didn't understand in the slightest), had gotten them separated. Maybe if he were here, being surrounded by prey she was not allowed to hunt would be a little more bearable.

Her fantasy was so strong, she swore she could smell him. She drifted toward the imagined smell, wanting to indulge in the moment even if it wasn't real. She imagined she could hear his heart-beat now, that deep, powerful drum of a predator who feared nothing. She rounded the side of a mountain and caught sight of a large, grey shape. At first she thought she was still imagining things, but when she realized the sight was real, all of her emotions, loneliness, joy, desperation, flew out of her throat in a single word: "Massacre!"
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Postby Massacre on September 17th, 2013, 9:51 pm

Massacre wondered how much farther the ocean was. He could smell it, getting closer, but he could not yet see it on the horizon. Of course, it was hard to see much of anything unless he flew incredibly high, higher than the peaks themselves, and it was very cold that high up, so Massacre did not bother. Prey was hard to find in the mountains, especially higher up where snow capped the peaks even during the summer. Massacre was not especially fond of the idea of catching fish, but at least if he found the ocean he knew that fish would be there, and possibly other aquatic creatures. It would be nice if he could find a river, or some other source of fresh water that would attract prey to it, but no such luck had blessed him during his flight.

Massacre could not smell Scorn the way she could smell him. She was down wind of him, which was shy she was able to pick up his scent in the first place amidst all the other smells of the mountains. Massacre was flying relatively low to the ground, searching for a good place to land and sleep for the day, when he heard something that was impossible. His name.. in Scorn's voice! He'd recognize that voice anywhere! The Zith was so startled that in his attempt to turn around he failed to notice the sudden rise in the ground in front of him, and before he had a chance to shout out a response the Zith crashed into the mound of dirt and snow, tumbling heels over head backwards until he came to a stop at the top of the mound.

The older Zith was stunned, unsure of what exactly had just happened. One moment he was flying, the next he heard his name in what had to have been Scorns voice. He thought he'd seen a glimpse of her before he hit the mound of snow, blending in so well with the landscape that he'd failed to notice it in his distraction. He laid there, stunned, head spinning, trying to figure out what had just happened. Had he been attacked? No.. if he was, he would probably still be under attack. No, he'd just made a mistake, and.... Scorn!

Massacre sat up, shaking his head as he tried to clear it of confusion. It did not take him long to locate the other Zith, though he could hardly believe his eyes. Massacre shook his head again, making sure he was seeing straight, but no, she wasn't a figment of his imagination. It was her. Massacre's eyes finally widened in true recognition, and he spread his wings, immediately taking to the air. He was overcome with pure joy, something he rarely felt anymore, and though he might not get far considering she was likely coming straight at him, Massacre took to the sky on a collision course with the other Zith, intending to knock her out of the sky and smother her with all the affections deserving of a missed companion, and maybe some more, depending on how things went. Massacre didn't care, he just wanted to wrap his arms around the little Zith and.. probably fall right back out of the sky.
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Postby Scorn on December 9th, 2013, 8:45 pm

The two Zith collided, though Massacre's momentum was rather greater than Scorn's, so they fell with her going backwards. In any other circumstance, this would have been cause for concern, but Massacre's arms wrapped tightly around her, and she knew he would never let her come to harm. Still, if they hit a rock, she'd feel it first, so she adjusted her wings to slow their descent as much as she could, all while clinging tightly to the Zith she was in that moment convinced she would never let go.

Scorn buried her head into his neck, trying to make as much physical contact between them as possible, to feel the reality of his presence. She barely noticed when they bumped into a gently sloping mountainside, other than to fold her wings under her. She raised her head ever so slightly, whispering in his ear everything she was feeling. "I found my sister! But it wasn't how I thought. I'm still lonely, and she doesn't want to return to the colony. She'd scared we won't make it, and she wants to stay with all these stick-shaped prey creatures and... and I'm afraid she'll stop being a Zith and then I won't have anybody."

Scorn was shaking by the time she finished. She wasn't used to being afraid, not of things she couldn't fight. Being alone was a different kind of fear from being hunted; one she could fight with skill and caution, but the other... What would she do if Scourge never wanted to return to the Zith? She couldn't possibly be happy with the stick men...could she?
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Postby Massacre on December 9th, 2013, 10:31 pm

Massacre too pulled the other zith as close to him as he could, not overly concerned about their fall. They weren't very high up, and it was mostly snow beneath them, and the impact did not seem to hurt Scorn so it was quickly put out of his mind. It felt unbelievable, to be with her again. Massacre did not realized how much he missed the younger zith until that moment, but there was nothing that could possibly have made him happier than having her back. He barely heard the things she whispered into his ear, and much of it confused him.

Stick-shaped prey creatures? Stop being a Zith? What was she talking about? The most important part he had heard though, loud and clear. She'd found her sister. Massacre would have been happy for the Zith, had the revelation not been followed by all the other stuff. He was even more surprised by her reaction afterwards. She was shaking. Though he was confused, he did not want to see Scorn unhappy, and Massacre tried his best to comfort her.

"I found you, you have me now. And if your sister is scared, we will make her un-scared. Everything will be okay. Where is she now?"
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Postby Scorn on December 9th, 2013, 11:26 pm

Massacre's words and arms soothed Scorn, and very soon she had stopped trembling. She was still not quiet willing to let go of him; it had been far too long since she'd been in contact with a Zith body, long enough that not even the past few days with her sister could make up for it.

Before too long, she'd regained enough composure to consider his last question. "Um, it's in a really big cave, somewhere nearby. She calls it 'Kalinor.'" She shifted her head a bit, looking around at the peaks and cliff-sides around her. Uncertainly, she added, "I think I can find it. I know what they smell like, so if I get close enough I can follow a trail back."

In the time they'd traveled before, Scorn had always been "looking for her sister" rather than a specific location, so it was possible that Massacre had never noticed how poor her sense of direction was. Usually if she had to find someone she was camping with, she could rely on smell to track them, but that only worked at very short ranges, especially if they were both flying. When she was on her own, finding her way back to a particular place hadn't mattered, since she could just sleep wherever was convenient.

The other problem was, if she and Massacre were going to go find Kalinor, it meant they would have to stop hugging, and she wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. And then there was another, unfamiliar part of her that wanted to delay Massacre meeting Scourge. This part of her secretly worried that the male Zith would prefer Scourge over Scorn, and then Scorn would be even more alone than before.
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Postby Massacre on December 10th, 2013, 11:26 pm

Kalinor? It wasn't a word Massacre was familiar with. Perhaps it was another human word for cave? Humans did have so many words for the same thing, it was frustrating. It was hard enough to grasp the common tongue, why did they have to have so many names for the same stuff?

Massacre was in no rush to break the hug either. Whatever Kalinor was, it could wait. He just held on to the other Zith, comforted by the fact that she held him back, tracing his class up and down between her wings. She was warm, and it was cold, and that only made him want to hold her closer, but Massacre had not survived as long as he did by hugging. It wasn't long before his mind started to turn again, and he knew they would have to let go of each other.

Massacre loosened his grip first, waiting to see what Scorn's response would be. It wasn't smart to stay on the ground out in the open in unfamiliar terrain. Massacre did not know what threats might be lurking about, and he wanted to be in a safe place when day broke. He was also curious about Scourge, though Scorn had no need to worry. Massacre didn't say it, but he had a poor opinion of the Zith from the small amount of information Scorn told him already. What kind of Zith wants to stay and live with it's prey? Massacre knew what kind. He'd met them before in his travels, and he didn't care for them. He even came dangerously close to becoming one himself before he grew disgusted enough to leave. They did need to get to a safe place though, and whatever Kalinor was, it was the best option at the moment.

"We should go to the cave. It will be warmer. And I can meet your sister, and see these thin prey. Maybe we can catch one and eat it. If we catch one and she can taste it, maybe she will remember how to be a Zith."
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Postby Scorn on January 12th, 2014, 7:46 am

Scorn shivered when Massacre suggested moving somewhere warmer, as if her body wanted to support this idea. His other words comforted her. Yes, perhaps Massacre would be able to help her fix her sister. Part of her wasn't sure it would be so easy, but right at this moment, she needed to believe him.

"Hurry then. It is too cold out here," she grumbled, and then, taking a deep breath as if she were about to go underwater, she pulled away from Massacre and flapped into the sky. The parts of her that had been pressed against the warmth of the other Zith's body immediately felt frozen, and she couldn't keep from uttering a tiny mewling cry. She had to find her way back as soon as possible, before Massacre changed his mind.

She sniffed the wind as she looked around, trying to remember which direction she'd come from. If they'd landed on the snowbank at that angle, then she must have been coming from that direction... but the faint scent trail was coming from over there instead...

She decided to follow her nose, which was always more reliable than her sense of direction. It was faint, and the cold wasn't helping, but she was soon rewarded with faint trails of various stick men who regularly used the cave entrance. She had been around them long enough to recognize the scent of their species. Checking to make sure Massacre was keeping up, she called to signal her descent, just before she dove toward the entrance. Rather than dive straight through, as she normally would, she landed on the edge to wait for Massacre. The way in was a bit tricky to navigate the first time, if you didn't know what to expect.

Still, she was impatient, and as soon as Massacre landed beside her, she leaned over and fell into the gap. She spread her wings as she fell down the dark tunnel and into a cavern, lit with dim lights that reflected of the many jeweled hues of the Symenestra city's webs. Scorn did not want to dally in this part. To avoid giving Massacre a chance to get distracted by the curiosity of a new and strange place, she folded her wings and dove faster, down past the city. If he wanted to explore that badly, there would always be time later.

Below the city, Scorn entered the caverns that had become somewhat familiar to her by now. She weaved her way through caverns until she reached one the smelled strongly of both her and Scourge, where dropped onto her feet, taking a few steps as she slowed her momentum. Scourge was not present at the moment, though for all Scorn knew her sister could be back at any time. She wrapped her wings around herself, feeling chilly, despite it being significantly warmer in the cave than it had outside.
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