Post by Mythri on Dec 8, 2010 6:22:53 GMT -5
Cast:
Mythri, adult female cougar
Relm, female cougar cub
Scene:
For her entire life so far, Mythri has had an interesting viewpoint on rain. It's been somewhat of a love-hate relationship; The fury of wet droplets from the sky provides both discomfort... as well as excellent cover. The sound and intensity masks scents, sounds, and drives most--if not all--other creatures to shelter, providing her with the perfect opportunity to move about with little chance of detection. Just the same, Mythri prefers staying warm and dry, and so as the rain starts, she gives a hard stare toward the sky and decides that cover would indeed be a good idea right now. As she glances toward a slight outcropping off to the side, the realization that this will be her cubs' first experience with rain fills her with slight amusement. Without delay, as the rain begins soaking into her fur, she reaches down and grasps her son by the scruff, and despite his protests, begins carrying him toward the outcropping. It won't keep them completely dry, but it will be the best she can manage for the time being.
What. Is. This? Her brother's squeal of protest rouses her a little more and then an instant later a cold and displeasing series of splashes on her face and nose, and legs, and body, and EVERYWHERE. Relm's eyes pop open from her day time slumber to a strange darkness in the afternoon, her cub fluff standing on end from the heavy feeling in the air, a tingling prickling at the base of her spine that she cannot shake no matter how hard she tries to. At first she doesn't notice her brother has been moved off but she nearly shrieks as a particularly large drop hits the top of her head and she backs up from her invisible assailant, heart racing and tiny claws extended to their fullest. "Rrraaaammm? Maaaarrrr!" Moooooooooom!
For their first experience with rain, this looks to be a particularly intense storm. Mythri leaves her son curled into a miserable ball of wet fluff underneath the overhang, and quickly returning to their previous location in the flowers, grabs Leotie by the scruff and proceeds to carry her off as well. She gives Relm the briefest of sympathetic looks, knowing that she's no doubt terrified as well and wanting her mother's comfort, but Mythri can only carry one cub at a time, and someone has to go last. Unfortunately for the last daughter still stuck in the rain, that happened to be her, this time around.
As her mother returns Relm does her best to keep pace with her smaller paws, trying to keep the distance between them as small as possible. As her sister is taken, the girl cries out again and presses her tiny paws against Mythri's back legs, waitwaitwaitwait THUD. She loses her balance and tumbles into the wet grass and dirt that sticks to her fluff and really does't taste good. The girl shuffles back to all fours and does her best to follow the path her mother cut through the grass but she only manages a few wobbly bounds before, exhausted, sits dejectedly in the bending flowers and cries. "Shheeee, maaaaar."
Dropping Leotie next to her brother, Mythri turns and starts back toward the last cub still waiting in the downpour. It doesn't take but a few moments before she's nearly where she left Relm, but when she realizes that the cub has managed to travel a short distance on her own, there's a surge of motherly pride that has Mythri smiling, despite the rain. Remembering the previous lesson on pouncing, she decides to see just how much her daughter remembers. She stands a few feet away from her daughter, blinking away the raindrops, and calls, "Relm! Pounce!" She holds a paw outward toward the young girl, keeping it just above the ground where she can see it.
Her name causes the girl's ears to swivel behind her, her eyes following shortly after and she chatters her teeth at her mother's approach. Her excitement is immediately replaced by confusion, though. "Mmmaar?" she asks of her mother, lifting one fore paw and batting at the flowers that are rustling in her ears and dropping pollinated droplets on her fur. "Rrrouns?" Relm asks again. The cub shakes her head, moreso to rid herself of the aching cold water and then surges forward a couple unsteady paces at the sudden growl from the sky. "Aaaarrrrrouns!" the girl tries again, angry at the cold and water and noise that surrounds her, leaping (if it can be called a leap, even) for Mythri's outstretched paw, falling more than a little short in the effort. "Haaaa, eeee!" Seeeeeee?
It's good enough for her, and with that same pleased smile, Mythri leans down to pick up her last cub. The trip is again a short one, and a few moments later she's settling onto her belly, curled up against the bottom of the overhang as best as she can while still providing enough room for her cubs to stay dry. Relm is placed between Mythri's forepaws and groomed with comforting swipes of her tongue. She's pleased to see that the other two cubs apparently took it upon themselves to groom each other, and are now curled up for warmth while they watch the rainstorm with wide eyes.
Relm falls quiet as she's picked up and moved, stirring only once she has been placed back down and immediately she is pressing against her mother's chest, rubbing her tiny cheeks deep into her fur to cement the presence and scent in her mind. She did not enjoy that in the slightest. Even as she's groomed, though, and now that she is not directly underneath the downpour, the splashing of the rain against the grass and old leaves from last autumn and even that uneasy stir at the base of her neck has her fascinated, hanging half over Mythri's fore leg as she stares at the strangeness. At one point something high up, higher than even the tips of the blades of grass captures her eyes, a brief and intense brightness that vanishes into the gray above. "Mrraaaa," she asks of her mother, "Assa?" What's that?
Mythri pauses in her grooming to follow her daughter's gaze up toward the sky. Undoubtedly a flash of lightning, though trying to explain that would no doubt be difficult at the cubs' stage of understanding the world around them. But she can start with the basics. "That's called /rain/," she murmurs, placing obvious emphasis on the key word. "It's water, but falling from the sky." No doubt when she takes the cubs to the well for the first time they're going to be shocked and in awe at the amount of water present in one location--the amount of 'rain' gathered there. It will be... interesting, to say the least. "Why it happens, nobody knows." Mythri gives a loud exhale of amusement. No doubt the members of the tribe more inclined toward the shamanistic traditions have their own beliefs as to the reasons, but Mythri doubts that anyone truly knows for sure.
"Aan." It is obvious that the girl's grasp of syllables and the subtle differences of working her mouth to make the correct noise is weak, but it is very clear that she knows what all of this is, now. Aan. Rain. There is a finality in her response, a gravity beyond her age. Aan. Relm looks over at her mother, biting at her chin in a moment of play, hugging her large front paws against Mythri's nose. "Rrouns aan!" Pounce. Rain.
The cougaress blows a quick puff of air out into her daughter's face as she grabs at Mythri's nose with her paws. The /audacity/! And as the young girl speaks, Mythri smiles approvingly. "That's right, Relm. You did a great pounce." The observation being relative, of course. Without dislodging her daughter's paws from her own muzzle, Mythri shifts her gaze to the side as best as she can, trying to gauge just how long the storm will be. It's difficult to tell at this point, but it looks to be one that will last for a while. Another amused thought: the cubs' first experience with snow. They'll be plenty used to rainfall by that point in their lives, but snow will no doubt really prove a surprise. By that point, however, they should be grown up enough to at least understand the concept of water being cold enough to turn into snow.
Of course she did. The girl hangs on to her mother's muzzle and nose as best she can though it would be so simple for Mythri to extract herself from her daughter's grasp. She swipes with her tongue at the soft pink of Mythri's nose then utters a surprised half-growling trill at the sudden breath of air against her stomach. "Mraaaa!" Mooooom! The strange discomfort, the static in the air, seems to have been forgotten, but when the lightning flashes again, silently and brightly, the rumble that follows is deep and distant but felt in the gut. Relm squirms, uncomfortable in the feeling, though her eyes are riveted on the sky above despite having to blink at stray sprays of rain even under the overhang. "Aaaaan," she emphasizes, stretching a fore paw to the sky, swiping at where the bolt of lightning disappeared.
Mythri glances toward where her other two cubs are still curled up, watching the rainstorm in silence. Rev in particular looks as though he's about to fall asleep again, and Leotie doesn't look like she's going to be awake that much longer as well. The rainstorm, while frightening for the first time experiencing it, certainly does exude a sort of.. peace. A comforting background noise. At least, when one isn't exposed outside in the soaking wet. Mythri suddenly lets out a wide yawn, ears splaying back a little as she announces her decision to her daughter. Yes, it is time for a nap. The rain will undoubtedly continue for a while, and if Relm wants to continue watching, that's her decision to make. Mythri, however, would like her muzzle back, so she can catch some sleep. Thank you.
Relm doesn't seem to notice when her paws slip from Mythri's muzzle and tuck against her chest, still staring at the sky and half-curled against her mother. Her siblings and even Mythri, now, seem worlds away as she watches the gray off in the distance, impossibly far away, dropping little pieces of itself on their heads. The patter eventually tempts her own yawn from her and eventually sleep over takes the cub, as well.
Mythri, adult female cougar
Relm, female cougar cub
Scene:
For her entire life so far, Mythri has had an interesting viewpoint on rain. It's been somewhat of a love-hate relationship; The fury of wet droplets from the sky provides both discomfort... as well as excellent cover. The sound and intensity masks scents, sounds, and drives most--if not all--other creatures to shelter, providing her with the perfect opportunity to move about with little chance of detection. Just the same, Mythri prefers staying warm and dry, and so as the rain starts, she gives a hard stare toward the sky and decides that cover would indeed be a good idea right now. As she glances toward a slight outcropping off to the side, the realization that this will be her cubs' first experience with rain fills her with slight amusement. Without delay, as the rain begins soaking into her fur, she reaches down and grasps her son by the scruff, and despite his protests, begins carrying him toward the outcropping. It won't keep them completely dry, but it will be the best she can manage for the time being.
What. Is. This? Her brother's squeal of protest rouses her a little more and then an instant later a cold and displeasing series of splashes on her face and nose, and legs, and body, and EVERYWHERE. Relm's eyes pop open from her day time slumber to a strange darkness in the afternoon, her cub fluff standing on end from the heavy feeling in the air, a tingling prickling at the base of her spine that she cannot shake no matter how hard she tries to. At first she doesn't notice her brother has been moved off but she nearly shrieks as a particularly large drop hits the top of her head and she backs up from her invisible assailant, heart racing and tiny claws extended to their fullest. "Rrraaaammm? Maaaarrrr!" Moooooooooom!
For their first experience with rain, this looks to be a particularly intense storm. Mythri leaves her son curled into a miserable ball of wet fluff underneath the overhang, and quickly returning to their previous location in the flowers, grabs Leotie by the scruff and proceeds to carry her off as well. She gives Relm the briefest of sympathetic looks, knowing that she's no doubt terrified as well and wanting her mother's comfort, but Mythri can only carry one cub at a time, and someone has to go last. Unfortunately for the last daughter still stuck in the rain, that happened to be her, this time around.
As her mother returns Relm does her best to keep pace with her smaller paws, trying to keep the distance between them as small as possible. As her sister is taken, the girl cries out again and presses her tiny paws against Mythri's back legs, waitwaitwaitwait THUD. She loses her balance and tumbles into the wet grass and dirt that sticks to her fluff and really does't taste good. The girl shuffles back to all fours and does her best to follow the path her mother cut through the grass but she only manages a few wobbly bounds before, exhausted, sits dejectedly in the bending flowers and cries. "Shheeee, maaaaar."
Dropping Leotie next to her brother, Mythri turns and starts back toward the last cub still waiting in the downpour. It doesn't take but a few moments before she's nearly where she left Relm, but when she realizes that the cub has managed to travel a short distance on her own, there's a surge of motherly pride that has Mythri smiling, despite the rain. Remembering the previous lesson on pouncing, she decides to see just how much her daughter remembers. She stands a few feet away from her daughter, blinking away the raindrops, and calls, "Relm! Pounce!" She holds a paw outward toward the young girl, keeping it just above the ground where she can see it.
Her name causes the girl's ears to swivel behind her, her eyes following shortly after and she chatters her teeth at her mother's approach. Her excitement is immediately replaced by confusion, though. "Mmmaar?" she asks of her mother, lifting one fore paw and batting at the flowers that are rustling in her ears and dropping pollinated droplets on her fur. "Rrrouns?" Relm asks again. The cub shakes her head, moreso to rid herself of the aching cold water and then surges forward a couple unsteady paces at the sudden growl from the sky. "Aaaarrrrrouns!" the girl tries again, angry at the cold and water and noise that surrounds her, leaping (if it can be called a leap, even) for Mythri's outstretched paw, falling more than a little short in the effort. "Haaaa, eeee!" Seeeeeee?
It's good enough for her, and with that same pleased smile, Mythri leans down to pick up her last cub. The trip is again a short one, and a few moments later she's settling onto her belly, curled up against the bottom of the overhang as best as she can while still providing enough room for her cubs to stay dry. Relm is placed between Mythri's forepaws and groomed with comforting swipes of her tongue. She's pleased to see that the other two cubs apparently took it upon themselves to groom each other, and are now curled up for warmth while they watch the rainstorm with wide eyes.
Relm falls quiet as she's picked up and moved, stirring only once she has been placed back down and immediately she is pressing against her mother's chest, rubbing her tiny cheeks deep into her fur to cement the presence and scent in her mind. She did not enjoy that in the slightest. Even as she's groomed, though, and now that she is not directly underneath the downpour, the splashing of the rain against the grass and old leaves from last autumn and even that uneasy stir at the base of her neck has her fascinated, hanging half over Mythri's fore leg as she stares at the strangeness. At one point something high up, higher than even the tips of the blades of grass captures her eyes, a brief and intense brightness that vanishes into the gray above. "Mrraaaa," she asks of her mother, "Assa?" What's that?
Mythri pauses in her grooming to follow her daughter's gaze up toward the sky. Undoubtedly a flash of lightning, though trying to explain that would no doubt be difficult at the cubs' stage of understanding the world around them. But she can start with the basics. "That's called /rain/," she murmurs, placing obvious emphasis on the key word. "It's water, but falling from the sky." No doubt when she takes the cubs to the well for the first time they're going to be shocked and in awe at the amount of water present in one location--the amount of 'rain' gathered there. It will be... interesting, to say the least. "Why it happens, nobody knows." Mythri gives a loud exhale of amusement. No doubt the members of the tribe more inclined toward the shamanistic traditions have their own beliefs as to the reasons, but Mythri doubts that anyone truly knows for sure.
"Aan." It is obvious that the girl's grasp of syllables and the subtle differences of working her mouth to make the correct noise is weak, but it is very clear that she knows what all of this is, now. Aan. Rain. There is a finality in her response, a gravity beyond her age. Aan. Relm looks over at her mother, biting at her chin in a moment of play, hugging her large front paws against Mythri's nose. "Rrouns aan!" Pounce. Rain.
The cougaress blows a quick puff of air out into her daughter's face as she grabs at Mythri's nose with her paws. The /audacity/! And as the young girl speaks, Mythri smiles approvingly. "That's right, Relm. You did a great pounce." The observation being relative, of course. Without dislodging her daughter's paws from her own muzzle, Mythri shifts her gaze to the side as best as she can, trying to gauge just how long the storm will be. It's difficult to tell at this point, but it looks to be one that will last for a while. Another amused thought: the cubs' first experience with snow. They'll be plenty used to rainfall by that point in their lives, but snow will no doubt really prove a surprise. By that point, however, they should be grown up enough to at least understand the concept of water being cold enough to turn into snow.
Of course she did. The girl hangs on to her mother's muzzle and nose as best she can though it would be so simple for Mythri to extract herself from her daughter's grasp. She swipes with her tongue at the soft pink of Mythri's nose then utters a surprised half-growling trill at the sudden breath of air against her stomach. "Mraaaa!" Mooooom! The strange discomfort, the static in the air, seems to have been forgotten, but when the lightning flashes again, silently and brightly, the rumble that follows is deep and distant but felt in the gut. Relm squirms, uncomfortable in the feeling, though her eyes are riveted on the sky above despite having to blink at stray sprays of rain even under the overhang. "Aaaaan," she emphasizes, stretching a fore paw to the sky, swiping at where the bolt of lightning disappeared.
Mythri glances toward where her other two cubs are still curled up, watching the rainstorm in silence. Rev in particular looks as though he's about to fall asleep again, and Leotie doesn't look like she's going to be awake that much longer as well. The rainstorm, while frightening for the first time experiencing it, certainly does exude a sort of.. peace. A comforting background noise. At least, when one isn't exposed outside in the soaking wet. Mythri suddenly lets out a wide yawn, ears splaying back a little as she announces her decision to her daughter. Yes, it is time for a nap. The rain will undoubtedly continue for a while, and if Relm wants to continue watching, that's her decision to make. Mythri, however, would like her muzzle back, so she can catch some sleep. Thank you.
Relm doesn't seem to notice when her paws slip from Mythri's muzzle and tuck against her chest, still staring at the sky and half-curled against her mother. Her siblings and even Mythri, now, seem worlds away as she watches the gray off in the distance, impossibly far away, dropping little pieces of itself on their heads. The patter eventually tempts her own yawn from her and eventually sleep over takes the cub, as well.