Post by Mythri on Apr 28, 2009 21:33:42 GMT -5
// Cast
Revan - male adult cougar
Cheveyo - male adult cougar
// Theater
Thickening Forest
// Scene
Not particularly feeling like a challenge, Revan decided to hunt in this dense section of the forest, utilizing the abundance of cover and concealment to make an easy kill. After satiating his hunger, the large male casually covers up the rest of the carcass in the likelihood that he'll return later. Probably not, though; his journey is more westward from here, back toward where he now considers his home to be. Back toward mate and cubs. Why hasn't he returned already? Why continue to wait in this forest, occasionally traveling south? There's Aylin, a continuing enigma and challenge alike. There are three small cougar cubs that bear his blood, and although Revan does not feel the same ties to them that he does to Whiskers' cubs, there still is undoubtedly a part of him that would like to see them grow up into strong examples of the cougar species. Perhaps he'll visit again at some point in the future. Or perhaps he'll take Whiskers and their cubs and travel further west, never to return. There's also Malak, and though he would like to think that his brother will travel with them, it's been recently impossible to tell what priorities and intentions his brother has at this point in time. Deep in quiet contemplation, Revan languishes along a thick branch, roughly 15 feet or so above the forest floor.
Speaking of family ties, another male is in the area. Cheveyo doesn't care to leave his territory for food, but winter has taken its toll on his territory and he's moved outward. He's found himself this far and without a real bite. He doesn't feel like living off of insects. Revolting. There's gotta be a deer or... something of interest this far south.
His thick tail twitches a little, but other than that, Revan is motionless. Fed and relaxed, he doesn't plan on anymore physical activity today. Not unless he's provoked into leaving his perch, of course. Idly listening to the various sounds of the forest, his dark blue eyes remain half-lidded, and his breathing is nearly as slow and steady as when he's fully asleep. It's a thoughtful meditation, though plenty restful as well.
Cheveyo stops when the scent of another cougar touches his nose. He begins to smell a little more earnestly. A male... but not Amaranth in origin? Most fascinating. He inhales a little too deeply and sneezes lightly and licks his tongue. Stupid snow seems a little powdery, if shallow, here. He begins looking around for the other male.
And with all the forest ambience in the back of his auditory concentration, the sound of a sneeze immediately dismisses all meditative thoughts to the back of his mind as well. Now alert, yet still motionless, Revan analyzes the scents around him a lot more carefully. No immediate recognition of anything he should be wary of, but he's fairly sure that he hasn't caught the smell of whatever or whoever it is that sneezed. Judging from the volume of sound, he'd guess it to be a larger creature--perhaps a wolf from the former pack of these lands, returning to scout the area.
Cheveyo shivers and decides to look around more earnestly, sniffing around for the scent of the male. Seems strong around the tree, so perhaps he should look up. He does so and sees... the male cougar. Well, well, a large male at that. HE estimates he might get that big some day. "Ho there! I've never seen you around these parts!"
Whatever the large male is thinking as he watches this other cougar approach is impossible to discern; dark blue eyes study the newcomer but his expression remains stoic. Revan does not reply immediately, instead devoting several moments to careful visual examination of the stranger. Finally, a response is given: "Likewise. I welcome you, regardless, provided you tell me your name and intentions." His voice is as smooth as glass, and though it's barely noticeable, his muscles ripple ever-so-slightly as the feline readjusts his balance on the branch. Going from relaxed to... ready.
"I am Cheveyo, my intentions remain to be seen. I must first see if I can trust you," Cheveyo says. That is out right. He only really trusts family, but he'd be willing to give secrets with others in a mutual understanding. What of your name and intention? Are you going to prove to be ally or enemy?" Cheveyo looks up at the other male. Cheveyo is the spitting image of his father, just much larger. He is, unfortunately, inexperienced.
Eyes narrow. "My name is Revan, and I am not your ally or enemy. I'm thinking about being your disciplinarian, however, as I have no time to deal with fools. Cougar or otherwise." Stretching provides such an opportune time to let razor-sharp claws shred little ribbons of bark from the branch, sending them fluttering down toward the smaller male. Now standing on his branch, Revan adds: "Though I view trust as something that should be inherent in our species... recent events have done a lot to temper that belief." He falls silent, staring down at the other.
"I am not a fool." Cheveyo says. "It is that I learned some time ago I must be careful whom I trust. I mean no harm, however, I also don't pas up potential opportunities." Cheveyo does not smell Amaranth on him. A very good sign. "You are familiar with the Amaranth traitors to the south?" That's actually a good place to start.
Once more, Revan keeps his thoughts to himself in regards to this male's ability to deliver harm even if he /was/ meaning to. It's an interesting choice of words that catches his attention, however. Amaranth 'traitors'? "Perhaps." Not exactly a pressing concern of his right now. "What's this opportunity that you're referring to?" As to whether or not this stranger is a fool, Revan has already spoken his mind on the subject and it's doubtful that his opinion will change anytime soon.
"Well, that really depends." Cheveyo says. "My goal is to right certain wrongs." Cheveyo says. "I will not tell you these wrongs until I am certain you'll not breathe them to the Amaranth traitors or use my words against me. Caution is my utmost priority at this time." Cheveyo says. "Whether you help me is up to you, but whether you know exactly who I am is up to me." Cheveyo says. "My goals do require the assistance of many cougars, as I have no prayer of reaching them alone."
"Indeed, you seem to be one who needs to rely on many others to accomplish your goals." His words are not spoken with any hint of condescension, but merely the direct approach of one reporting observed facts. "However, my own purposes and intentions are more important, though perhaps similar in base nature." Righting certain wrongs, indeed. Purging. Does Revan really care if this younger cougar works so hard to conceal his identity? There's nothing in his expression, still staring down, that would answer that question. Merely a tailtwitch is the only nonverbal response given.
Just what he wanted to hear. Cheveyo is not given any reason to think he'd need to manipulate or trick this one. "Then perhaps a mutual partnership of sorts. I help you, you help me. we reach our goals... or at least bring each other significantly further." Cheveyo says. "Tell me honestly, you have any... dealings with the Amaranth?"
Revan finally allows a flicker of expression to be displayed. Amusement. "Even if, for sake of argument, I did require the assistance of others, I would choose someone much more capable and competent. Not a fool, but a warrior." Once again, without insult or condescension. Simply observation. "In answer to your question, though, yes. I have had dealings with the Amaranth." An eyebrow is lifted. "Merely a few days ago I had their matron pinned and her throat between my fangs." Does that sufficiently answer his question?
And leads to an immediate, more racy question. His hackles rise and he says. "You had one of the traitors in your grasp and you did not kill her?" Cheveyo doesn't care if Nayeli is his half-sister. "You had Nayeli, one of those responsible for..." Then Cheveyo stops and glares up at the male. "And *I* am the fool? I never let my prey go once I catch it. You released a traitor of the Amaranth!" cheveyo then continues on. "I can assure you now that by not killing her, the entire tribe will be after your blood. You kill and you leave, you don't let one remain to tell an entire group what you've done." Cheveyo says. "Now you have an an almost insurmountable obstacle to your goal!" Cheveyo says. "Warriors are not sloppy like that! If I find her in my jaws, I would be sure I finish what I started." Cheveyo finally calms down. "You will definitely need my help now, or you'll find life and your goal much more difficult. I can assure you *they* will obstruct you in any way they can!"
There's the slightest of smirks crossing Revan's maw as he slowly lowers himself into a crouch, still maintaining excellent balance atop his arboreal perch. Yes, definitely amusement. "Your anger at my actions is, I must confess, rather humorous. However, you are absolutely correct. Warriors do not leave enemies alive if they have a choice. But.. you wrongly assume that your enemies are my enemies." Enough said.
"I don't, you attacked their Matron. From this day forth, I can promise you you're their enemy whether you consider it or not." Cheveyo says. "I would know, I used to be one of them, I am the son of the former chieftain, Chesmu, the last honorable chieftain to protect the Amaranth. And now you attacked their matron! It is only a matter of time before they come for you for your mistake." Cheveyo says. "You can keep the amused grin on your face, but when you're faced down with an entire group of the Amaranth with no one on your side, I doubt you will still find it so amusing. My goal can help *your* goal. I seek to destroy the ones who betrayed my father and bring honor back to the Amaranth, and provided you don't make your foolish mistake *again* they will not hinder you," Cheveyo then glares. "Or you can reject my help and march straight towards Amaranth territory and see just how amusing your mistake is."
If anything, the amused smile only grows. Not much, and probably not even noticeably. "I didn't say that I attacked their matron. I only said that I had her pinned and at my mercy. I also have not said anything of my own plans, save for a slight similarity to yours." Letting out a small yawn, Revan still does not take his dark blue gaze off of the male below. "Make your own assumptions, but it would be far too much effort on my part to point out all the errors in your thinking. Moreso, my patience with you is rapidly diminishing. Yes, I reject your offer of assistance. I do not need whatever little assistance you think you can provide, nor do I want it. As I said earlier, I do not humor fools, and you would do wisely to tread carefully around my territory from now on." Eyes narrow once more, and claws extend.
"Fine. I'll be up north when you see the light." Cheveyo says. He turns and heads north, "You can think me a fool, but I know how to keep from making the wrong sort of enemies." Cheveyo says. He's sure if Revan were to meet the claws of a large group of Amaranth sisters, it might not be so great a thing after all. "Best of luck, fool of fools." And Cheveyo heads north.
Revan - male adult cougar
Cheveyo - male adult cougar
// Theater
Thickening Forest
// Scene
Not particularly feeling like a challenge, Revan decided to hunt in this dense section of the forest, utilizing the abundance of cover and concealment to make an easy kill. After satiating his hunger, the large male casually covers up the rest of the carcass in the likelihood that he'll return later. Probably not, though; his journey is more westward from here, back toward where he now considers his home to be. Back toward mate and cubs. Why hasn't he returned already? Why continue to wait in this forest, occasionally traveling south? There's Aylin, a continuing enigma and challenge alike. There are three small cougar cubs that bear his blood, and although Revan does not feel the same ties to them that he does to Whiskers' cubs, there still is undoubtedly a part of him that would like to see them grow up into strong examples of the cougar species. Perhaps he'll visit again at some point in the future. Or perhaps he'll take Whiskers and their cubs and travel further west, never to return. There's also Malak, and though he would like to think that his brother will travel with them, it's been recently impossible to tell what priorities and intentions his brother has at this point in time. Deep in quiet contemplation, Revan languishes along a thick branch, roughly 15 feet or so above the forest floor.
Speaking of family ties, another male is in the area. Cheveyo doesn't care to leave his territory for food, but winter has taken its toll on his territory and he's moved outward. He's found himself this far and without a real bite. He doesn't feel like living off of insects. Revolting. There's gotta be a deer or... something of interest this far south.
His thick tail twitches a little, but other than that, Revan is motionless. Fed and relaxed, he doesn't plan on anymore physical activity today. Not unless he's provoked into leaving his perch, of course. Idly listening to the various sounds of the forest, his dark blue eyes remain half-lidded, and his breathing is nearly as slow and steady as when he's fully asleep. It's a thoughtful meditation, though plenty restful as well.
Cheveyo stops when the scent of another cougar touches his nose. He begins to smell a little more earnestly. A male... but not Amaranth in origin? Most fascinating. He inhales a little too deeply and sneezes lightly and licks his tongue. Stupid snow seems a little powdery, if shallow, here. He begins looking around for the other male.
And with all the forest ambience in the back of his auditory concentration, the sound of a sneeze immediately dismisses all meditative thoughts to the back of his mind as well. Now alert, yet still motionless, Revan analyzes the scents around him a lot more carefully. No immediate recognition of anything he should be wary of, but he's fairly sure that he hasn't caught the smell of whatever or whoever it is that sneezed. Judging from the volume of sound, he'd guess it to be a larger creature--perhaps a wolf from the former pack of these lands, returning to scout the area.
Cheveyo shivers and decides to look around more earnestly, sniffing around for the scent of the male. Seems strong around the tree, so perhaps he should look up. He does so and sees... the male cougar. Well, well, a large male at that. HE estimates he might get that big some day. "Ho there! I've never seen you around these parts!"
Whatever the large male is thinking as he watches this other cougar approach is impossible to discern; dark blue eyes study the newcomer but his expression remains stoic. Revan does not reply immediately, instead devoting several moments to careful visual examination of the stranger. Finally, a response is given: "Likewise. I welcome you, regardless, provided you tell me your name and intentions." His voice is as smooth as glass, and though it's barely noticeable, his muscles ripple ever-so-slightly as the feline readjusts his balance on the branch. Going from relaxed to... ready.
"I am Cheveyo, my intentions remain to be seen. I must first see if I can trust you," Cheveyo says. That is out right. He only really trusts family, but he'd be willing to give secrets with others in a mutual understanding. What of your name and intention? Are you going to prove to be ally or enemy?" Cheveyo looks up at the other male. Cheveyo is the spitting image of his father, just much larger. He is, unfortunately, inexperienced.
Eyes narrow. "My name is Revan, and I am not your ally or enemy. I'm thinking about being your disciplinarian, however, as I have no time to deal with fools. Cougar or otherwise." Stretching provides such an opportune time to let razor-sharp claws shred little ribbons of bark from the branch, sending them fluttering down toward the smaller male. Now standing on his branch, Revan adds: "Though I view trust as something that should be inherent in our species... recent events have done a lot to temper that belief." He falls silent, staring down at the other.
"I am not a fool." Cheveyo says. "It is that I learned some time ago I must be careful whom I trust. I mean no harm, however, I also don't pas up potential opportunities." Cheveyo does not smell Amaranth on him. A very good sign. "You are familiar with the Amaranth traitors to the south?" That's actually a good place to start.
Once more, Revan keeps his thoughts to himself in regards to this male's ability to deliver harm even if he /was/ meaning to. It's an interesting choice of words that catches his attention, however. Amaranth 'traitors'? "Perhaps." Not exactly a pressing concern of his right now. "What's this opportunity that you're referring to?" As to whether or not this stranger is a fool, Revan has already spoken his mind on the subject and it's doubtful that his opinion will change anytime soon.
"Well, that really depends." Cheveyo says. "My goal is to right certain wrongs." Cheveyo says. "I will not tell you these wrongs until I am certain you'll not breathe them to the Amaranth traitors or use my words against me. Caution is my utmost priority at this time." Cheveyo says. "Whether you help me is up to you, but whether you know exactly who I am is up to me." Cheveyo says. "My goals do require the assistance of many cougars, as I have no prayer of reaching them alone."
"Indeed, you seem to be one who needs to rely on many others to accomplish your goals." His words are not spoken with any hint of condescension, but merely the direct approach of one reporting observed facts. "However, my own purposes and intentions are more important, though perhaps similar in base nature." Righting certain wrongs, indeed. Purging. Does Revan really care if this younger cougar works so hard to conceal his identity? There's nothing in his expression, still staring down, that would answer that question. Merely a tailtwitch is the only nonverbal response given.
Just what he wanted to hear. Cheveyo is not given any reason to think he'd need to manipulate or trick this one. "Then perhaps a mutual partnership of sorts. I help you, you help me. we reach our goals... or at least bring each other significantly further." Cheveyo says. "Tell me honestly, you have any... dealings with the Amaranth?"
Revan finally allows a flicker of expression to be displayed. Amusement. "Even if, for sake of argument, I did require the assistance of others, I would choose someone much more capable and competent. Not a fool, but a warrior." Once again, without insult or condescension. Simply observation. "In answer to your question, though, yes. I have had dealings with the Amaranth." An eyebrow is lifted. "Merely a few days ago I had their matron pinned and her throat between my fangs." Does that sufficiently answer his question?
And leads to an immediate, more racy question. His hackles rise and he says. "You had one of the traitors in your grasp and you did not kill her?" Cheveyo doesn't care if Nayeli is his half-sister. "You had Nayeli, one of those responsible for..." Then Cheveyo stops and glares up at the male. "And *I* am the fool? I never let my prey go once I catch it. You released a traitor of the Amaranth!" cheveyo then continues on. "I can assure you now that by not killing her, the entire tribe will be after your blood. You kill and you leave, you don't let one remain to tell an entire group what you've done." Cheveyo says. "Now you have an an almost insurmountable obstacle to your goal!" Cheveyo says. "Warriors are not sloppy like that! If I find her in my jaws, I would be sure I finish what I started." Cheveyo finally calms down. "You will definitely need my help now, or you'll find life and your goal much more difficult. I can assure you *they* will obstruct you in any way they can!"
There's the slightest of smirks crossing Revan's maw as he slowly lowers himself into a crouch, still maintaining excellent balance atop his arboreal perch. Yes, definitely amusement. "Your anger at my actions is, I must confess, rather humorous. However, you are absolutely correct. Warriors do not leave enemies alive if they have a choice. But.. you wrongly assume that your enemies are my enemies." Enough said.
"I don't, you attacked their Matron. From this day forth, I can promise you you're their enemy whether you consider it or not." Cheveyo says. "I would know, I used to be one of them, I am the son of the former chieftain, Chesmu, the last honorable chieftain to protect the Amaranth. And now you attacked their matron! It is only a matter of time before they come for you for your mistake." Cheveyo says. "You can keep the amused grin on your face, but when you're faced down with an entire group of the Amaranth with no one on your side, I doubt you will still find it so amusing. My goal can help *your* goal. I seek to destroy the ones who betrayed my father and bring honor back to the Amaranth, and provided you don't make your foolish mistake *again* they will not hinder you," Cheveyo then glares. "Or you can reject my help and march straight towards Amaranth territory and see just how amusing your mistake is."
If anything, the amused smile only grows. Not much, and probably not even noticeably. "I didn't say that I attacked their matron. I only said that I had her pinned and at my mercy. I also have not said anything of my own plans, save for a slight similarity to yours." Letting out a small yawn, Revan still does not take his dark blue gaze off of the male below. "Make your own assumptions, but it would be far too much effort on my part to point out all the errors in your thinking. Moreso, my patience with you is rapidly diminishing. Yes, I reject your offer of assistance. I do not need whatever little assistance you think you can provide, nor do I want it. As I said earlier, I do not humor fools, and you would do wisely to tread carefully around my territory from now on." Eyes narrow once more, and claws extend.
"Fine. I'll be up north when you see the light." Cheveyo says. He turns and heads north, "You can think me a fool, but I know how to keep from making the wrong sort of enemies." Cheveyo says. He's sure if Revan were to meet the claws of a large group of Amaranth sisters, it might not be so great a thing after all. "Best of luck, fool of fools." And Cheveyo heads north.