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Concussed CamelPain.... lots of pain. Between that and his rolling insides Tariq hadn't slept much. Not that anyone would let him sleep. Kept waking him up every hour or so to see if he was alive. Freakin' annoying, of course he wasn't dead. But now it was well after noon and he was being dragged along to go see Citra. Crazy Croc and Boss Man had moved ages ago. But his inability to get far without the world spinning underneath him made hard and slow to get home. At the moment they were resting, well he was resting. It was hard to walk and vomit at the same time after all. He cast a hazy look over and around, trying to see where the hyena had gone too. But as always looking around made him dizzy and he twitched as he fell to the side and just laid there. This was way worse than having his head fried by the sun. Not as bad as ants though...
Ryder huffed and rolled her shoulders as she walked. A newly filled water skin in hand the woman hopped over another fallen log to where she had left
Hyena vs HyenaBeing for the most part better, save for a few still tender scratches and some fading bruising, Ryder wandered around the village aimlessly patrolling. She hadn't had to for the longest time so she felt like paying her dues. Occasionally one of the kids would run by and bug her about something they killed, or she'd stop to see what someone was doing, but it was strangely uneventful. As she walked towards the outskirts of the village she came across a familiar scent, although it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. Curiously she followed it, their most recent encounter looming in her mind, only a small bit of her had actually worried if he was really hurt. A very small part; minuscule really. But it was still there, probably all that pack stuff Tiberius had talked to her about. Ryder flicked her eyes around as if she were simply still wandering. Occasionally an ear would twitch or swivel at a noise, but all in all it remained oddly quiet.
Kehinde was indeed in the area h
BlindnessKiefaa was surprised to find that morning that when he opened his eyes,the darkness didn't leave. It couldn't still be that dark out could it? It felt like early morning. He shifted and waved his hand in front of his face. The only change he was getting was the light heat signature coming off of it. Crap, he couldn't, already? He had taken to wandering rather far, as he seemed to feel the need to do before shedding, but he hadn't really noticed any of the strong pre-shed symptoms so he assumed he still had some time. That was the only reason he had been willing to sleep out in the middle of nowhere instead of returning home like usual. Kiefaa didn't quite remember where he was or what direction he had come from. He slept in one of the few trees in the area, it had been awhile since he had done so. It was a warmer night thankfully but even so he didn't feel so good this morning. He slowly sat himself up on the branch he had been laying on, his tail wrapped firmly around it. Out of habit
Snake Bites prt 2Ryder finally found her knife and held it up triumphantly. Still clenched in one hand she turned and swiftly drove it into the hog up to the hilt. With that done she pushed her weight clumsily against it to create a good enough gash that she could slice down the side and work on skinning the thing. Normally she’d skin her kills on the porch, but it had sat and bled out on the way there, so there wasn’t too much of a mess to deal with. It took her quite a while before she had the body freed of its pelt. “Kiefaa come grab this for me~” She muttered through gritted teeth as she yanked on the skin.
Kiefaa chuckled lightly to himself as Ryder held up knife in a rather dramatic manor. He continued to subconsciously watch as he was still feeling a bit groggy and didn't really have anything better to do. He came back down to earth as Ryder asked him through grit teeth to grab something. "Uh, sure." He said as he got up to do so.
Ryder got him to hold onto the tusk
Snake Bites prt. 1Ryder stretched easily, her shoulders giving a satisfying crack as she did so. Sunlight filtered in through her ragged curtains and she smiled. It had been a while since she’d had a good sleep like this. Perhaps it was an omen of some sort. She rolled herself out of bed and set about dressing herself. Still tying the sash around her waist she wandered out towards her little kitchen area and dug around the cupboards for something to munch on until Kiefaa got up. Maybe they could go get food themselves? Go for a hunt? Go forage for something else to fill her cabinets? Ryder put a finger to her chin and tapped it there a few times as she wondered what to do.
Kiefaa lay in a somewhat half asleep manner in the darkness that was the underside of a few of the many blankets in his ‘nest’. This darkness being much lighter now told him it was morning. He continue to lay as he often did for who knows how long after he woke. It seemed to be one way or the other. He either slept i
Gettin sick of these hippos...It had been a rather eventful few days at the watering hole, and quite frankly; Joka was sick of it. The hippos were doing nothing but stirring up the muck at the bottom, making the water almost impossible to see in and in turn that was making the crocodiles restless. The only upside was that they hadn't bothered anyone else again, well, except him anyways. But since the death of the main bull they had calmed considerably. He managed to keep them away from about a third of the watering hole so people could come to drink safely, and so the crocs could get some rest, but every now and again one would wander out closer to him in search of the water grasses at the bottom. He feared that they were running out of food and instead of moving on, they would simply take over the rest of the waters.
Ignoring the fact that she was supposed to be taking it easy and relaxing for the remainder of the week Citra had decided that a short walk would do her some good. Her usual hobbies were
None of your Dmn BusinessAfter a night of rather relentless nightmares, Ryder awoke pretty early and simply sat at her table for a while, calming herself down and searching for something to drink. But alas, because of the interference of the hellish creature they had forgotten about the water. So Ryder found herself changing into her usual gear, happily pulling the knee and elbow pads on after weeks of forgoing them. She was heading out of the village a different way this time, heading towards the oasis instead of the watering hole. She wouldn't dare go near it until she was sure all manner of evil creatures were gone from it. So her walk for a bit of water turned into a bit of a trek, but ti was good for her after being cooped up for so long. As the hyena woman approached the smaller body of water, she couldn't help but stop to take in the quieter scene, sitting on a rock near the edge and dipping her toes in after scooping herself something to drink.
Kehinde was silently laid out in the tall gr
Hippos Of DOOMThe waterhole of Neema, always a choice spot for the natives of Arhzung to hang out, was looking even more inviting today than usual. The water was unusually clear in places and still. Nothing seemed to have been in or around it all day. A gentle breeze would stir the surface on occasion but otherwise it was quiet and peaceful. An uneventful day in the neighborhood. For now.....
Ryder sighed happily as she and Kiefaa moved through the village towards the watering hole. She was finally feeling a bit better that she wasn't simply stumbling around, even managing a small hike up to the disaster zone on the mountain. Her good arm was still slightly out of commission though, leaving her left to play dominant until it was better. But at least she could get out of the house without her roommate casting consistent worried looks at her. "It's been a while since we've been out eh? I think we should try a hunt." The hyena grinned and bounced slightly, her muscles complaining but not
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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