08-19-2019, 01:23 AM
Mayari startles at the laughter-like whoop that echoes around the marsh. A snarl curls on her upper lip as she half-stands, covering the slab of meat with her foreleg and waiting for the creature to approach. When it does, speaking to her directly, she can't help the indignant scoff that whistles past her ground teeth. "Dog? That's rich coming from you," she bites back in response, wriggling out from her temporary shelter to stand taller at the face of potential opposition. She can take on a hyena, she thinks; she's done it before, but before she can even begin to think about how the fight would go, the earth rattles at the approach of another, much larger animal.
Her ears pin to the back of her head as she looks up at the lion, certainly much larger than her. They're familiar, it seems, and she realizes she can't fight her way out of this one. He's asking questions, however, and showing no signs that he might attack if she plays her cards right, so she goes along with it in the hopes that she'll see her pelt unskinned for the remainder of the day.
"I'm called Mayari," she answers, tilting her chin up to face the massive feline. His other questions are not as easy to answer, and she ponders them for a second, sinking claws into the slab of flesh beneath her leg to help her steel her thoughts. When she finds she has no answers, she considers a question of her own. "You are rival species, and yet you inhabit this land together?" It's something she has never seen in the wild before, not with lions and hyenas, at least. "This... this Tanglewood is your shared territory?"
She remembers, in hindsight, the snarling hyena who had approached her first. Mayari looks at her again—the lion had said her name is Vathmos, if she heard him correctly. The indignant expression returns to the painted dog's face, but she pushes the slab of meat towards the other dog anyway. She cannot fight a lion. Bathala-forbid any more of them show up, she might as well make it easier for herself and show that she'd rather not have a target on her back. "There, if you're so eager for your pound of flesh," she grumbles, quiet for a second before adding, "... dog."
Her ears pin to the back of her head as she looks up at the lion, certainly much larger than her. They're familiar, it seems, and she realizes she can't fight her way out of this one. He's asking questions, however, and showing no signs that he might attack if she plays her cards right, so she goes along with it in the hopes that she'll see her pelt unskinned for the remainder of the day.
"I'm called Mayari," she answers, tilting her chin up to face the massive feline. His other questions are not as easy to answer, and she ponders them for a second, sinking claws into the slab of flesh beneath her leg to help her steel her thoughts. When she finds she has no answers, she considers a question of her own. "You are rival species, and yet you inhabit this land together?" It's something she has never seen in the wild before, not with lions and hyenas, at least. "This... this Tanglewood is your shared territory?"
She remembers, in hindsight, the snarling hyena who had approached her first. Mayari looks at her again—the lion had said her name is Vathmos, if she heard him correctly. The indignant expression returns to the painted dog's face, but she pushes the slab of meat towards the other dog anyway. She cannot fight a lion. Bathala-forbid any more of them show up, she might as well make it easier for herself and show that she'd rather not have a target on her back. "There, if you're so eager for your pound of flesh," she grumbles, quiet for a second before adding, "... dog."
BLACK AS NIGHT, BLACK AS COAL
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAYARI "MAYA" MADRIGAL — TAGS — TANGLEWOOD