Three for the Cause

[tigs]

"He went that way!" The excited purr rose through the silence, as a golden etched form, lined with ruby red, raced ahead of her two half-siblings, enjoying the thrill of their hunt. Of course, this hunt was not meant to reap any sort of edible benefit, but was more training... just fun for now. Until the time came when she could put her skills to better use, thinning out their numbers in the shadows and killing with no remorse!

Malice, it looked so good on her. But the insomnia knew she was fairly useless. The only thing she was good for, was using her torment to predict what might happen for the others around her. She had seen in a brief dream that there was one seeking to lead those like him without a purpose, except to reap revenge and be done with their kind. Amuni. They had hurt her, oh yes, driven her mad in her dreams until now she cried out their names in the dark at any sudden noise.

For this, her half siblings had agreed to come with her. To see if such despise lived in the hearts of other victims, though it wasn't directly their fight they had always been fair. Well, no, Adonijse had always been fair... Vexasirabi was just in it for a little fun. Her idea of fun was, of course, something Demetibkae found made her uncomfortable, but apparently the ruthless killer gene had skipped her and manifested itself in the rest of her father's offspring.

"Keep up, are you falling asleep?" His words, though blunt, were comforting. He may not have had the most sympathy of all males she'd ever met, but he was one of the few of Jiaro's line who would even look over his shoulder to see if she was keeping up. Exhaustion nagged at her as it always did, and she found herself swaying in and out of sleep on her feet, creating a stumbling dance as she moved to keep up.

Vexa rolled her eyes ahead of the other two but kept her silence, for now. God, was she the ONLY one who thought this was a hoot?! They were getting close, so close, she was on the perfect trail. Trails? Two scents picked up here and she faltered only a second, enough so that Adonijse nearly trampled her, skidding to the side and growling in irritation. Her ears flattened a moment before she coughed and regained her composure. No use getting mad, it was her mistake after all.

"Two others, lets go!"

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It was so-coincidentally that the younglings happened upon this very trail, for in this case- rumor proved true. Kaedaj was looking for troops and allies, friend with whom he could curry favor so that when the time came, they could eradicate the amuni. The trail they followed was that of an adult euclides, and the two new sets? Those of children like themselves. It just so happened that one of them was returning from where those tracks led, his great radar-like ears alertly swivelling and one notched.

Most interesting about the young chiroptae was his choice to walk rather than fly, albeit the scent of blood was thick about his breath and body. Painstakingly the young vampire/requiem had groomed his own blood from his pelt, nevermind the blood of that amuni from his talons. And oh- but one could smell them both! Hot and irritated was the notch in his ear, nevermind the scabbed claw-pricks upon his body and the scratches that put the thin membrane of his wings in jeapordy.

Considering though that his fight had been however with a great wolf of an amuni, child versus adult, he didn't look that bad. He wore his hate about him though like a mantle, albeit even his young peers could discern that his anger was not directed at him. As the trio tracked him down he'd no more than look between them, hardly in the best of positions seeing as he was already injured. Should the three have decided to jump him he'd have been in quite the mess.

"Good hunting." will the young chiroptae politely greet, even going so far as to rouse to his feet and dip into a bow. His wing-arms were held just so, the trailing sails giving the impression of a worn cloak.

(Pardon it being so forced. Dunno what came over me halfway through...)

[tigs]

Vexa came to a practiced stop first before the chiroptae, lifting one eye curiously. Well now, he certainly was... oddly well-mannered for being the one they'd heard about. Or was he? It was hard to tell, he seemed rather confident and his injuries spoke of conflict, a conflict that he must have won. The wounds were too severe for him to have just run away from his opponent. This earned a slight bow of the head from the malice-filled femme, her voice finding her and giving away the bewildered intrigue she knew matched her expression.

"Apparently. If you are, in fact, the one we seek. Tell me... how do you feel about... Amuni?" The word was sneered in an almost playful fashion, her lust for the kill obvious in her words as her tail slashed back and forth behind her.

Deme was less enthusiastic, offering a slight head bow as well, but no words, her eyes flighty and nervous. She hated being outside in the dark, but at least she was not alone. Alone would be so much worse. Or with them. She never completely understood how her half-sibling hated her tormentors so much, she had never encountered an Amuni in her life. But hate manifests itself how it will, and they were technically a species-wide hatred, as she hadn't met an Euclides yet who approved of them.

Adonijse smiled briefly before glancing around, trying to locate the other two scents they'd been following. Perhaps this little one was a trap? Why would one so young have devised such a plan? Wasn't this meant for adults? But who was he to say much- he may have been bordering on adulthood himself but his mind was still as innocent as theirs. A little more level-headed perhaps, but it was his nature to be so. Directors tended to be good at keeping their wits about them. "Greetings. I am Adonijse, the huntress is Vexasirabi, and the silent one is Demetibkae. We, all children under Jiaro, half-siblings from different mothers, are seeking a certain male who has been devising a plot againt the Amuni." Much more direct than his half-sister, but also drowningly boring in a formal way. What had she called him once? Starchy? Something like that to do with him being too stiff. Females.

[ferabird]

(Can you seperate between their lil posts with dashes or something? I'm not sure which is which, and I'm getting terribly confused ^_^

Still recovering from his injuries and being batted about, it wasn't hard for the little chiroptae to briefly lose track of which cubs were talking to him and in what order. He was himself no small child, blossoming into adolescance(sp?) with the cording of muscle and a spurt of growth that would soon take him into an admirable adult. Puppeteers were, after all, considered often the brunt muscle of a cast. The various words however are of course caught- be they spoken, hissed, or whispered.

"Amuni?" he's answer, brow knitting and hackles already roused. His distaste was made painfully clear by the defensive flex of muscle throughout his young body, lips drawn to bare his elongated eye-teeth. Finally it's the male of the trio that commands his attention with proper greeting and address alike. The princely chiroptae draws himself up a bit, notched and normal ear each swivelling to assure he kept tabs on all three.

"I am Kaedaj Drakul, son of Vlaj Drakul..." Nevermind that their fathers weren't terribly fond of each other... his father wasn't very fond of him either. He was absolutely revolted by how easily his son mingled with the common. "The amuni have hunted me for the last time... I'm no puppet master... but I'm not leaving this to keep happening. If you are with me, I welcome you with the promise of bloodshed." Slyly he offered grins to all three. He knew well of Jairo, and the bloodlust most of them possessed. It was a thirst that seemed to cling to the bloodline- and rivalled that of both blood and vampire types. The memory of a colorful paw pressed to his chest was too fresh in his mind to go ignored, and it sent his pulse to racing heatedly.

"And if bloodshed is not your taste, hopefully genocide is... I want none of their ilk left to hunt us. And I'm ready to use every dirty trick I can to make it so."

[ferabird]

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[ferabird]

(Since this is going nowhere- consider it closed.)

[tigs]

(for future reference- PMing is always a good way to get ahold of someone before giving up entirely ^^;. I definately would have continued had I not forgotten again.)