Post by Sohtoh on Dec 23, 2009 12:12:57 GMT -5
Starring:
Camila - Female Coyote
Sierra - (temporarily spoofed) Female Coyote
Basilio - (NPC? Spoofed, either way) Male Coyote
Setting:
Off Grid Desert
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The dry season has finally forced itself into the year; the heat is brutal. Life would be very difficult if not for the Tribe living so close to the River. Tensions have been thick and obvious long before the dry season arrived. The vegitation around the River is spread out, but frequent enough to be considered luxury for the cirumstances of the small coyote pack. Sierra, a born sister of the Tribe, sits along the bank of the river along with the rest of the coyotes. Though she and her sister, Camila, sit a somewhat further distance away from the rest of the pack. They watch the river, talking quietly to themselves about the events of the day. On the other side of the pack, rumors are whispered around and decisions are being made about the two sisters...
Camila sits there with her sister, the elder of the two. Glaring down at the dried up Earth below their paws, the female utters a low growl from within her throat, casting a glance back at the rest of the Tribe with nothing but contempt in her eyes. Her back is hunched over, and her head hangs low in what could be considered one of her very few displays of submission. Here by the river with Sierra, Camila snaps her head to the direction of her demented sister, and lets out an agitated huff of breath, but says nothing. What is there to say? The two of them are being watched by the authoritative figures of the Tribe, elders and their subordinates. A few moments of silence calm the older sister down a bit, and her long, white and tan legs reach out in front of her, her front claws digging into the dry ground, her back arching and her hackles raising as she stretched herself out. With a rough shake of her pelt, the coyotess' tongue falls out of her mouth and drapes to the side, the heat getting to her. "Sierra." she says in a hushed tone of voice, and tosses her head in the direction of the Tribe with a smirk. "What do you think they're saying?"
In a depressed slump, the smaller sister doesn't move quite as much. It takes her a moment before she replies. Just as she opens her mouth to say a first sylable, a loud voice barks over hers. It's rough and angry, it shatters the tense calm of the atmosphere. "SIERRA!!" Such a crude and crackling bark can only come from the Tribe leader, Basilio. He stands up, and the rest of the back does as well. With a jump and a twitch, Sierra stands as well. Trembling at such command as she steps forward along the bank to meet him. Without a word, she looks up and makes eye contact with Basilio. "Sierra. As a tribe, we have decided that YOU endanger us." Unfortunately, this kind of treatment and scolding is not new to the defenseless coyotess. "Sierra. LEAVE." The heat makes everyone more irritable, but this fact hardly seemed to ad to Basilio's firey temper. The poor coyote speaks up, repeating the few words she's learned to say to him. "I'm ss-ss-ssorry."
Waiting patiently for a reply from her rather deranged sister, Camila exhibits an almost mother-like understanding when Sierra takes a bit longer than usual. Looking down at her younger sibling with a twinge of pity, her amber colored eyes are pulled over by the loud and angry bark of the Tribe leader, Basilio. A snarl threatens to appear as he startles both of the sisters, her ears shifting backwards in a display of hatred for the male. Since /he/ took over, the two of them have been outcasted, Sierra especially. Seeing the rest of the Tribe stand with Basilio, his words echo within her ears, and the snarl that threatened to appear, did appear. Standing in front of her sister, between she and the Tribe leader, her head remained low, her tail curling inward a bit. Nervous though she was, she was certainly angry with his decision. "You can't do that.." she growled, fur on her back standing just a bit on edge. "I'll watch her.. I've always watched her. She's /fine/." Lips curling back, poor Camila can't hide her distaste for the leader, and her teeth bare threateningly. "/You're/ the one who'se messed up."
Sierra doesn't want Camila in the way of this; she doesn't deserve this. The Tribe's leader growls loudly as the problem-member's sister blatently interferes. "STAY OUT OF THIS!" He barks, his subordinates starting to growl behind him. "You're hungry, I'm hungry, we're all hungry! We're going to starve before this season is over!" He strafes around the elder sister slightly, staring Sierra square in the eye with an expression of hatred. She quivers, but still maintains the audacity to show her teeth and flatten her ears. "Look at you. You scare prey off, you wake us all at night. You're a menace! A stupid menace!" This falls under the category of mockery now. The alpha shifts his focus to Camila again, he steps closer, within biting range now. "You. You are both nothing but a hinderance to *MY* Tribe! GET OUT!" He suddenly snaps his jaws near Camila. It isn't any secret that Basilio loathes her.
It was one thing to threaten Sierra's membership in the Tribe, but it was a whole different matter when Basilio openly insulted the poor younger coyote, right to her face. Growl deepened, the elder sister dug her front claws into the ground, her teeth fully bared at the male by now, ignoring the idiots in the background. For the moment, they didn't matter. She would protect her younger littermate from this .. monster. "I hope that each and every one of you goes hungry by the end of this season.." she muttered, eyes unwavering from the alpha's, "I hope that the vultures and the crows eat from your carcass." Ears flattening back against her skull, the female's entire muzzle wrinkled in rage as the alpha continued to strafe around them, and finally, he snapped at her. Snarling out loud, the aggressive female snapped her strong jaws right back at Basilio's, not quite thinking the consequences through.
Basilio is caught of guard, but was still expecting some kind of retaliation from the aggressive coyotess. "AH!" His loyal subjects step forward, along side of him. "Leave! Take your worthless sister and LEAVE!" This is the point in coyote nature where things get bloody very quickly. It is the point where relationships and the Tribe's bond mean nothing. Perhaps it is only seconds that seperate the sisters and canibalism. Sierra, unsure what to do or think of all this, begins backing off slowly, retreating in the direction of the drying river. "C-c-c-amila..." She urges quietly, trying to avoid violence among the Tribe which had little trouble exiling her. It has been in Basilio's mind for nearly a year at this point. He lowers himself, snarling with no trace of bluff. He and his hungry Tribesmates take their stance, outnumbering the brave sister three to one. Sierra has the strongest motive to run away across the river, but the love and concern for her only sibling keeps her from fleeing yet.
Seeing the other members of the Tribe hurry to their alpha's side, Camila's eyes shifted a bit, and she lowered her head further to show her true aggression. Brave she was, but trying to fight off the three hungry coyotes by herself would be nothing short of foolish. Taking a step back, the light coyotess heard the stuttering of her sister, and flicked an ear in the other female's direction, letting her know in that way that she had heard her. Growling loudly at the others, Camila kept her face towards them, not turning her back on any of them just yet. Calming herself just enough to be able to speak again, the older sister's eyes seem to flare up as her voice is heard. "You will all regret this!" Her voice was low and serious, her tail still curling between her hind legs as she backed up to Sierra's side, and then turned around, making a break for it, knowing that her sister would follow.
Of course, Sierra follows her sister without a second's hesitation. They splash and hop their way through the shallow river, which ritually dries out every year during the dry season. The alpha doesn't follow; he wants absolutely nothing to do with the two insubordinates. All they were to him was a headache and more mouths to feed. He stands, growling and barking curses at the sisters until they were completely out of sight. The younger sister's eye well up and her vision is blurred. The only motion she sees is Camila ahead of her, and she follows very close behind. Tears fly and shake off of the coyotess' face, however... she begins laughing. It's strained and strangely meloncholy between her exhausted and thirsty panting. Sierra can't help herself as she runs her exile with her sister, she can't help but to laugh. It *certainly* is not out of joy.
Camila - Female Coyote
Sierra - (temporarily spoofed) Female Coyote
Basilio - (NPC? Spoofed, either way) Male Coyote
Setting:
Off Grid Desert
--------------------------
The dry season has finally forced itself into the year; the heat is brutal. Life would be very difficult if not for the Tribe living so close to the River. Tensions have been thick and obvious long before the dry season arrived. The vegitation around the River is spread out, but frequent enough to be considered luxury for the cirumstances of the small coyote pack. Sierra, a born sister of the Tribe, sits along the bank of the river along with the rest of the coyotes. Though she and her sister, Camila, sit a somewhat further distance away from the rest of the pack. They watch the river, talking quietly to themselves about the events of the day. On the other side of the pack, rumors are whispered around and decisions are being made about the two sisters...
Camila sits there with her sister, the elder of the two. Glaring down at the dried up Earth below their paws, the female utters a low growl from within her throat, casting a glance back at the rest of the Tribe with nothing but contempt in her eyes. Her back is hunched over, and her head hangs low in what could be considered one of her very few displays of submission. Here by the river with Sierra, Camila snaps her head to the direction of her demented sister, and lets out an agitated huff of breath, but says nothing. What is there to say? The two of them are being watched by the authoritative figures of the Tribe, elders and their subordinates. A few moments of silence calm the older sister down a bit, and her long, white and tan legs reach out in front of her, her front claws digging into the dry ground, her back arching and her hackles raising as she stretched herself out. With a rough shake of her pelt, the coyotess' tongue falls out of her mouth and drapes to the side, the heat getting to her. "Sierra." she says in a hushed tone of voice, and tosses her head in the direction of the Tribe with a smirk. "What do you think they're saying?"
In a depressed slump, the smaller sister doesn't move quite as much. It takes her a moment before she replies. Just as she opens her mouth to say a first sylable, a loud voice barks over hers. It's rough and angry, it shatters the tense calm of the atmosphere. "SIERRA!!" Such a crude and crackling bark can only come from the Tribe leader, Basilio. He stands up, and the rest of the back does as well. With a jump and a twitch, Sierra stands as well. Trembling at such command as she steps forward along the bank to meet him. Without a word, she looks up and makes eye contact with Basilio. "Sierra. As a tribe, we have decided that YOU endanger us." Unfortunately, this kind of treatment and scolding is not new to the defenseless coyotess. "Sierra. LEAVE." The heat makes everyone more irritable, but this fact hardly seemed to ad to Basilio's firey temper. The poor coyote speaks up, repeating the few words she's learned to say to him. "I'm ss-ss-ssorry."
Waiting patiently for a reply from her rather deranged sister, Camila exhibits an almost mother-like understanding when Sierra takes a bit longer than usual. Looking down at her younger sibling with a twinge of pity, her amber colored eyes are pulled over by the loud and angry bark of the Tribe leader, Basilio. A snarl threatens to appear as he startles both of the sisters, her ears shifting backwards in a display of hatred for the male. Since /he/ took over, the two of them have been outcasted, Sierra especially. Seeing the rest of the Tribe stand with Basilio, his words echo within her ears, and the snarl that threatened to appear, did appear. Standing in front of her sister, between she and the Tribe leader, her head remained low, her tail curling inward a bit. Nervous though she was, she was certainly angry with his decision. "You can't do that.." she growled, fur on her back standing just a bit on edge. "I'll watch her.. I've always watched her. She's /fine/." Lips curling back, poor Camila can't hide her distaste for the leader, and her teeth bare threateningly. "/You're/ the one who'se messed up."
Sierra doesn't want Camila in the way of this; she doesn't deserve this. The Tribe's leader growls loudly as the problem-member's sister blatently interferes. "STAY OUT OF THIS!" He barks, his subordinates starting to growl behind him. "You're hungry, I'm hungry, we're all hungry! We're going to starve before this season is over!" He strafes around the elder sister slightly, staring Sierra square in the eye with an expression of hatred. She quivers, but still maintains the audacity to show her teeth and flatten her ears. "Look at you. You scare prey off, you wake us all at night. You're a menace! A stupid menace!" This falls under the category of mockery now. The alpha shifts his focus to Camila again, he steps closer, within biting range now. "You. You are both nothing but a hinderance to *MY* Tribe! GET OUT!" He suddenly snaps his jaws near Camila. It isn't any secret that Basilio loathes her.
It was one thing to threaten Sierra's membership in the Tribe, but it was a whole different matter when Basilio openly insulted the poor younger coyote, right to her face. Growl deepened, the elder sister dug her front claws into the ground, her teeth fully bared at the male by now, ignoring the idiots in the background. For the moment, they didn't matter. She would protect her younger littermate from this .. monster. "I hope that each and every one of you goes hungry by the end of this season.." she muttered, eyes unwavering from the alpha's, "I hope that the vultures and the crows eat from your carcass." Ears flattening back against her skull, the female's entire muzzle wrinkled in rage as the alpha continued to strafe around them, and finally, he snapped at her. Snarling out loud, the aggressive female snapped her strong jaws right back at Basilio's, not quite thinking the consequences through.
Basilio is caught of guard, but was still expecting some kind of retaliation from the aggressive coyotess. "AH!" His loyal subjects step forward, along side of him. "Leave! Take your worthless sister and LEAVE!" This is the point in coyote nature where things get bloody very quickly. It is the point where relationships and the Tribe's bond mean nothing. Perhaps it is only seconds that seperate the sisters and canibalism. Sierra, unsure what to do or think of all this, begins backing off slowly, retreating in the direction of the drying river. "C-c-c-amila..." She urges quietly, trying to avoid violence among the Tribe which had little trouble exiling her. It has been in Basilio's mind for nearly a year at this point. He lowers himself, snarling with no trace of bluff. He and his hungry Tribesmates take their stance, outnumbering the brave sister three to one. Sierra has the strongest motive to run away across the river, but the love and concern for her only sibling keeps her from fleeing yet.
Seeing the other members of the Tribe hurry to their alpha's side, Camila's eyes shifted a bit, and she lowered her head further to show her true aggression. Brave she was, but trying to fight off the three hungry coyotes by herself would be nothing short of foolish. Taking a step back, the light coyotess heard the stuttering of her sister, and flicked an ear in the other female's direction, letting her know in that way that she had heard her. Growling loudly at the others, Camila kept her face towards them, not turning her back on any of them just yet. Calming herself just enough to be able to speak again, the older sister's eyes seem to flare up as her voice is heard. "You will all regret this!" Her voice was low and serious, her tail still curling between her hind legs as she backed up to Sierra's side, and then turned around, making a break for it, knowing that her sister would follow.
Of course, Sierra follows her sister without a second's hesitation. They splash and hop their way through the shallow river, which ritually dries out every year during the dry season. The alpha doesn't follow; he wants absolutely nothing to do with the two insubordinates. All they were to him was a headache and more mouths to feed. He stands, growling and barking curses at the sisters until they were completely out of sight. The younger sister's eye well up and her vision is blurred. The only motion she sees is Camila ahead of her, and she follows very close behind. Tears fly and shake off of the coyotess' face, however... she begins laughing. It's strained and strangely meloncholy between her exhausted and thirsty panting. Sierra can't help herself as she runs her exile with her sister, she can't help but to laugh. It *certainly* is not out of joy.