Fall 31st 515 A.v
The day had been young, and Skyard woke from his slumber earlier in the day. Cool breezes caused the Kelvics already wild and tangled hair to sway about from left to right. Today a casual stroll became much more than a simple walk, and turned into a situation much direr. Along the kabrin road as he’d taken a simple stroll he continuously heard distant growls. For mere moments he’d been perplexed, but he could very clearly understand what had been said. Felines often spoke by making more use of body language; yet with tone variants one can easily figure out what messages were being conveyed.
The perpetual sound of massive paws impacting the ground only further made Skyard anxious. Then suddenly, the air seemed to thicken around him; he stopped in his tracks. Clad in no more than a dingy shirt, and worn pants he heard the squish-squash of paws at an incredibly short distance away from him. His blood ran cold, and his hands trembled for fear had overcome any form of logical thinking. Had he been followed the entire time that he walked the Kabrin road casually? That seemed to be the case, afraid to turn around to face the predator he’d become victim; to he had to overcome fear.
Presently one could’ve easily mistaken him for an escaped slave with the way he’d been clothed. Perhaps he’d been being followed by a slaver. Skyard thought to himself about what would happen if he did indeed turn about to face what-ever or who-ever had been following him. Mere ticks felt like long bells as his patience thinned and his body tensed. Then finally the silence had been shattered as whatever it was vocalized itself. The very moment it’d done so he immediately identified it as a feline. Not any form of a household or “small” feline, but something massive. He stepped forth before he rotated his right foot at a ninety-degree angle and turned about sharply. Only to face what would now become his oppose, the roar from behind him caused his ear-drums to tremble. His heart thumped away beneath his chest cavity as he faced the fact that he’d been in grave danger. He’d however never seen a lion with a coat that was darker then the night sky with a lack of stars. A coat that was so dark that if it had been any later in the day the predator would’ve gone unseen, but in this case he hadn’t at all.
The opposing Feline spoke in a series of guttural growls and weakly vocalized roars in order to communicate a message that had been very clear. “You will leave now or you will be killed.” The voice spoke words of challenge and Skyard hadn’t been happy about that in the least bit. Challenges weren’t something to be thought lightly of nor brushed off in a situation like this. One male lion was cause enough for several more to be present in the area, and he had no clue where the rest of them would be. The Kelvic bravely accepted the challenge with a short remark. “I will, kill you.” He spoke under his breath before he slowly began stripping himself of his clothing. He dropped the dingy threads upon the ground beneath him, which left him completely nude. His form dissolved into a swirl of azure hue-d light and reformed in the same instant; Skyards white mane flowed about with the winds touch. Sharp taloned claws dug into the soft ground beneath his forepaws and rear-paws he arched his spinal cord and began a brisk walk forth. The walk immediately transitioned into an incredibly rapid pace dash.
He tilted his cranial structure downward and immediately rushed for his opponent. He charged in a fashion similar to that of a bull rushing into action. Skyards focus was solely to defeat his opponent; a vicious roar exited his esophagus as it helped him channel the djed through his body. The swirling djed coiled about within the muscles of his legs, and at ghastly speeds his rear-paws dug small craters beneath his path. Dirt had been kicked up into the air for a few feet. He endured the stinging pain and burning sensations accompanied with using the flux to move forward more rapidly. The movement was incredibly reckless and unskilled but for now he didn’t know what else to do against such a large opponent. His cranial structure then impacted the opposed lions own, and his opponent seemed to shrug off the impact. The Night Lion extended its claws from beneath the folds of its skin and struck back almost immediately. His opponent struck Skyard in the face leaving four distinct scratch marks across his visage; from forehead to snout. Aqua de vitae dripped from the boys face as he fought on and endured the intense pain.
Skyard reared backward and stood upon his hind legs. He launched a counter attack of his own, and attempted to pin down the enemy. The winds blew harshly and caused the Trees and blades of Grass to dance about melodically. Both the Lions manes danced about simultaneously as the display of nails and teeth continued. The two Lions both vocalized themselves powerfully and roars could most certainly be heard at vast distances. Skyards counter attack failed, as he quickly realized that his enemy was quite strong as well. The opposing lion raised itself up upon its hind legs as well, and the two practically locked paws. The sunlight shone upon the two, which somewhat brightened the battle. Yet, Synas grace hindered them both simultaneously because they’d lost a bit of vision.
A swift observation had however been made by Skyard; despite the fact that he hadn’t known rather or not it was true. The light seemed to disturb his opponent as it struck him in the eye. Skyard took advantage of what little opportunity the environment provided him with. He charged forward with all of his strength, and his muscles burned and stung in the process as he hadn’t been used to enduring long battles. A loud roar had been voiced once more as he’d done so and knocked his opponent over. Skyard then proceeded to sink his teeth into the flesh of his opponents’ right arm as he descended and fell upon his back. He needed help, because at this rate he wouldn’t last much longer. Perhaps he would find somewhere to run, but he worried about rather or not more Lions waited in the shadows. Would anyone arrive in order to help him; or would he have to escape this dire situation at his own accord?
The day had been young, and Skyard woke from his slumber earlier in the day. Cool breezes caused the Kelvics already wild and tangled hair to sway about from left to right. Today a casual stroll became much more than a simple walk, and turned into a situation much direr. Along the kabrin road as he’d taken a simple stroll he continuously heard distant growls. For mere moments he’d been perplexed, but he could very clearly understand what had been said. Felines often spoke by making more use of body language; yet with tone variants one can easily figure out what messages were being conveyed.
The perpetual sound of massive paws impacting the ground only further made Skyard anxious. Then suddenly, the air seemed to thicken around him; he stopped in his tracks. Clad in no more than a dingy shirt, and worn pants he heard the squish-squash of paws at an incredibly short distance away from him. His blood ran cold, and his hands trembled for fear had overcome any form of logical thinking. Had he been followed the entire time that he walked the Kabrin road casually? That seemed to be the case, afraid to turn around to face the predator he’d become victim; to he had to overcome fear.
Presently one could’ve easily mistaken him for an escaped slave with the way he’d been clothed. Perhaps he’d been being followed by a slaver. Skyard thought to himself about what would happen if he did indeed turn about to face what-ever or who-ever had been following him. Mere ticks felt like long bells as his patience thinned and his body tensed. Then finally the silence had been shattered as whatever it was vocalized itself. The very moment it’d done so he immediately identified it as a feline. Not any form of a household or “small” feline, but something massive. He stepped forth before he rotated his right foot at a ninety-degree angle and turned about sharply. Only to face what would now become his oppose, the roar from behind him caused his ear-drums to tremble. His heart thumped away beneath his chest cavity as he faced the fact that he’d been in grave danger. He’d however never seen a lion with a coat that was darker then the night sky with a lack of stars. A coat that was so dark that if it had been any later in the day the predator would’ve gone unseen, but in this case he hadn’t at all.
The opposing Feline spoke in a series of guttural growls and weakly vocalized roars in order to communicate a message that had been very clear. “You will leave now or you will be killed.” The voice spoke words of challenge and Skyard hadn’t been happy about that in the least bit. Challenges weren’t something to be thought lightly of nor brushed off in a situation like this. One male lion was cause enough for several more to be present in the area, and he had no clue where the rest of them would be. The Kelvic bravely accepted the challenge with a short remark. “I will, kill you.” He spoke under his breath before he slowly began stripping himself of his clothing. He dropped the dingy threads upon the ground beneath him, which left him completely nude. His form dissolved into a swirl of azure hue-d light and reformed in the same instant; Skyards white mane flowed about with the winds touch. Sharp taloned claws dug into the soft ground beneath his forepaws and rear-paws he arched his spinal cord and began a brisk walk forth. The walk immediately transitioned into an incredibly rapid pace dash.
He tilted his cranial structure downward and immediately rushed for his opponent. He charged in a fashion similar to that of a bull rushing into action. Skyards focus was solely to defeat his opponent; a vicious roar exited his esophagus as it helped him channel the djed through his body. The swirling djed coiled about within the muscles of his legs, and at ghastly speeds his rear-paws dug small craters beneath his path. Dirt had been kicked up into the air for a few feet. He endured the stinging pain and burning sensations accompanied with using the flux to move forward more rapidly. The movement was incredibly reckless and unskilled but for now he didn’t know what else to do against such a large opponent. His cranial structure then impacted the opposed lions own, and his opponent seemed to shrug off the impact. The Night Lion extended its claws from beneath the folds of its skin and struck back almost immediately. His opponent struck Skyard in the face leaving four distinct scratch marks across his visage; from forehead to snout. Aqua de vitae dripped from the boys face as he fought on and endured the intense pain.
Skyard reared backward and stood upon his hind legs. He launched a counter attack of his own, and attempted to pin down the enemy. The winds blew harshly and caused the Trees and blades of Grass to dance about melodically. Both the Lions manes danced about simultaneously as the display of nails and teeth continued. The two Lions both vocalized themselves powerfully and roars could most certainly be heard at vast distances. Skyards counter attack failed, as he quickly realized that his enemy was quite strong as well. The opposing lion raised itself up upon its hind legs as well, and the two practically locked paws. The sunlight shone upon the two, which somewhat brightened the battle. Yet, Synas grace hindered them both simultaneously because they’d lost a bit of vision.
A swift observation had however been made by Skyard; despite the fact that he hadn’t known rather or not it was true. The light seemed to disturb his opponent as it struck him in the eye. Skyard took advantage of what little opportunity the environment provided him with. He charged forward with all of his strength, and his muscles burned and stung in the process as he hadn’t been used to enduring long battles. A loud roar had been voiced once more as he’d done so and knocked his opponent over. Skyard then proceeded to sink his teeth into the flesh of his opponents’ right arm as he descended and fell upon his back. He needed help, because at this rate he wouldn’t last much longer. Perhaps he would find somewhere to run, but he worried about rather or not more Lions waited in the shadows. Would anyone arrive in order to help him; or would he have to escape this dire situation at his own accord?