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Talvyra is only seconds behind the bone-daddy ambush, immediately lashing into and latching onto the one that has attached itself to Priyya. Another series of scraping sounds send bone bits to the sand as Talvyra begins to try to shake it like a rag-doll.
Talvyra struggles to make sense of everything that happens, but her simple mind holds tightly to a few inflexible truths. She WILL protect her Hunt-Sister. And unsee-able opponents are dangerous opponents. Relying on Mal to intercept the huge bone-two-legs, Talvra stalks over towards her Hunt-sister, preparing a strike for the first of the little, unseeable bone-two-legs that she can find.
As she gets next to Hunt-sister, her nostrils flare, and she lashes out to her south-west, connecting with nothing.
Talvyra instinctively moves closer to her Hunt-sister, crouching into a defensive stance should the bone-things advance aggressively. Her cautioning growls continues to echo forth.
Little Sister, reading the body language of her comrades, holds her position between Big Brother and her Hunt-Sister. The hair at the base of her neck rises in a ridge as a low rumble rolls from her throat.
Talvyra has followed Big Brother as long as she can remember. Through easy hunts and hard. In the back of her simple mind she knows this is the last hunt, but never does a pack-mate leave the alpha to die alone... Through the pain, the fear, the desperation, she fights on, even as her limbs fail her. Blue text:
If so...:
Talvyra's roar continues as she flashes claws and teeth ineffectualy over the resilenct scales of the cold snake thing. Blue text:
Talvyra's roar comes on the heels of her Brother, her leader. Instinct has taught her to use their numbers to encircle and overwhelm larger prey, and that's exactly what she does. Stalking wide, she tries to find an angle to flank and pounces, looking to bring the cold, hard thing down. Blue text:
Matched by a second set of glowing green eyes and throaty growl from Little Sister.
Talvyra reacts without hesitation, leaving her quarry to go stand over the fallen wing'd one in a defensive stance.
Talvyra stalks through the fog, looking for an opportunity to attack the massive prey.
Talvyra follows Big Brother into the fog, mouth salivating at the thought of such a deliciously large prey, her gait slowing to a stalk when she enters the fog.
Talvyra lashes out at the passing thing, shrieking her fury for it taking Big Brother in its claws.
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Talvyra holds her ground, holding a low posture adn hissing at the giant creature. Her Hunt-sister needed her help, so she would hold.
Talvyra, seeing Big Brother in trouble, takes a quick step forward in a guarded stance, trying to keep the monster stinger in the wooden cave.
The sleek black dog stalks across the sand, looking for an opportunity to strike at her future breakfast.
Talvyra watches Darkmane approach with her brush. You can't tell if she's happy or not about it, but she does allow herself to be groomed.
Talvyra surprises you all by sauntering past and giving Alis a knowing and challenging look, though Mal had not done his usual translating. Though she does pace back and forth on the dock, her tail swishing in agitation.
Talvyra streaks across the courtyard, circling around far side to threaten the red-hard-skinned-two-legs.
Talvyra stalks around behind the new opponent in red hard skins, stepping in carefully and delivering a testing swipe, ready to dodge if a return is forthcoming.
Talvyra must have trained extensively with Mal, as she uses the same tactic, waiting for someone to make an example of.
Talvyra, seeing both Big Brother and Talvyra down, moves to put herself between the most obvious threat and their bodies.
Talvyra grins as she sees the long-tooth bearing two-leg struggle with the grasping plants, and takes advantage of it's weakness, risking another attack for a taste of it's blood.
Talvyra, ignoring Big Brother's bossiness, roars a challenge as she charges the nearest soft two-leg.
Talvyra continues to look after her teammates, waiting to see what Darkmane and the Fox woman do before acting.
Mal roars out an order in his feline tongue and Talvyra reacts instantly, long limbs eating the ground in an attempt to get in a defensive position. Spying Dakmane first, Talvura sprints to stand with her hunt-sister- easily leaping the sliver of shortly sand on the way.
Talvyra's eyes, while not unfriendly, certainly don't appear any friendlier as the hand is pulled back. She sits stoically where she was, at Priyya's feet, tail swishing slowly back and forth.
Talvyra sniffs at the woman's hand once, then rests back on her haunches once again.
A look that speaks volumes passes between Mal and Talvyra, and he nods.
The hunting cat breaks from her wary study of the room to respond in a throaty and vexed-sounding growl. Felinish:
"Oh, really, Big Brother? It's nice to be considered for once by a two-legs at all..." Her acid tone makes it clear he is not excluded from her observation. "Maybe I'll save you some of those mice... If you ask nicely." Then she stands up and crosses in front of the crouching warrior to sit in front of Priyyas legs, non-challantly whacking Mals face with a swipe of her tail on the way by.
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Talvyra's fore-legs stretch out before her as she luxuriates on a sunny spot of the soft grass in this stone jungle, enjoying both the feel of the new sun as well as the company of her new dark-maned hunt-sister. One of the meek, pink two-paws interrupts her tongue-lolling yawn, but Talvyra's mouth waters upon seeing the mound of meat it bears. Finally… all this stone jungle has to offer is loads of fluff-tails and blue-wings. How can one fill on that meager meal? She watches in amusement as he timidly deposits the meat in front of her and scurries back a few steps. Talvyra cuts an amused pair of eyes over at her new hunt-sister, At least these two-paws show proper respect. Then she dives into her meal.
Talvyr, ever out of place in the carriage, hisses as they are all tossed about. She does, however, answer Priyya's words with a look far less acidic than that shown to the monk, then returns to her vigil.
The two green eyes are reduced to slits as a deep rumble issues forth from the cat's throat.
Talvyra hops up into the cabin and - able to read Priyya's body language if not understand her words - climbs into the seat next to her, where she sits staring at the dark-skinned monk across from her, expression unreadable.
The smoky cat's bright green eyes follow the dark woman as she circles slowly, her head and neck swiveling on an otherwise statuesque body. As Priyya settles into a crouch the cat's haunches spring from the ground, and there is a moment of bloated tension as you all wonder if it's an aggressive move or not. She tilts her head to the side slowly, however, as Priyya begins to speak softly. Legs left too long in a crouch extend in a graceful stretch as she makes her way to the waiting Priyya, nose rising rhythmically as she breathes in the warrior woman's scent. The predominant emotion Priyya registers from the sleek black cat is that of curiosity, and she stands for a full minute staring into Priyya's eyes from mere inches, deep inhales and exhales the only response to the woman's words.
Finally a nearly silent rumbling of a purr rolls from the cat's throat, and it casts a backwards glance at the tall warrior and gives few grunting mewls in his direction. Priyya: As you peer into the predator's green eyes from inches away, there seems to be an intelligent look of recognition. Somehow through non-verbal cues, you get the distinct feeling that she is saying to you, 'I see you, hunt-sister'. |
