Young Hunter Timestamp: Sring 15, 490 AV Location: Sea of Grass, Northern Section along the coast Massacre followed his brother and the female who was teaching them. It was another hunting lesson, one of many he had been on throughout his childhood. They were not allowed to hunt alone, not yet, and always the mothers had to accompany the children. The previous day they had come across a set of human footprints. Massacre and his twin brother Saber, along with one of the mothers, had followed the prints all the way to the human campsite. They had not been allowed to attack the humans though, the mother had forbidden it, but Massacre hoped today they would get lucky and find someone who wandered off from the group. Finally they reached the campsite which had been abandoned that morning. It meant the humans had a full day's start ahead of them. "I knew we should have taken them when we had he chance," Massacre muttered angrily in the Zith tongue. His brother nodded in agreement, but the mother gave them both an angry glare. "They would have slaughtered us," the mother said. "Did you see the weapons they carried? These were no common merchants. Sometimes it is best to leave things to the warriors, understand?" Both children nodded their understanding, but in his mind's eye Massacre saw himself taking on the lot of them, killing every last one with his sharp claws. "I could have taken them," Saber declared proudly. "You can't even take me," Massacre retorted. "Oh yeah?" The young Zith tackled his twin brother then, balling his hand into a fist, he punched Massacre in the face. Or at least he tried, but Massacre brought up an arm at the last minute and just barely managed to deflect the blow. With his other hand he raked at his brother's arm, cutting through fur and flesh and leaving behind bloody claw marks. "Oh, you'll pay for that," Saber shouted and slashed at his brother's face, but Massacre was the better fighter of the two and flipped his brother off him before any damage could be done. Both boys jumped to their feet, squaring off against each other warily. |