05-13-2018, 03:05 AM
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The feliform's head canted at the sight of the small cat which made itself known to Kodiak. A small, slender body. Her position on the ground showed friendliness, trust, in that of a stranger. This was a strange concept to Kodiak. How is such a small creature so quick to trust a species such as his own, one known for its highly predatory and savage nature?
Perhaps... She knew he didn't belong here.
Conflicting emotions stirred in the mind of the young hyena. A mixture of warmth, a mixture of confusion, a mixture of anger. Warmth in the sense that he has found life in this white, freezing wasteland. Confusion in the sense that she was friendly enough to show herself to him so easily and in such a trusting manner. Anger in the sense...
...that he felt vulnerable.
If she knew he didn't belong, what would that mean for him? Would the she-cat take advantage of him? Obviously, she lived in the area... or at least, was familiar with the environment. She could easily deceive him. Then again, on the rational side of things, she looked far too small to be a threat to a hyena his size, yet so young. Her positioning didn't seem like the deceitful type, and her voice in the winter night was soothing to him after months of nothing but the sound of the wind beneath his ears and the snow beneath his frozen gray paws.
The echoes of the feline's unfamiliar voice bounced off the deadened ghost town that was the deciduous forest and resonated within Kodiak's consciousness. It warmed his heart to find such friendliness in a rather extreme area such as this.
He missed the feeling. He hadn't felt this way since before he was relocated. Friendship and trust were such fragile concepts to the scout that he burned the bridges between acquaintances before even being built. This, however, felt different. He could tell within the sound of her voice that her kindness and trustworthiness was genuine.
His quaking voice softened. His legs stopped stirring. His nose exhaled a warm, relieved vapor that clouded around him in the already-white environment. He could feel his claws slowly retract back into his paws. He hadn't noticed they had been unsheathed before. Was it a part of his fearful emotions? He reserved the question for a later date; he had others to answer.
He fixated his blue-eyed gaze upon the she-cat below him. He realized he had been standing up the whole time, looking down upon her. He felt like he had been disrespecting his strange friend.
Slowly, Kodiak's slender gray body sank down to the whiteness below, attempting to mirror the she-cat's trusting behavior. The cold snow would have been shocking to him, but the harsh winds did the job for the snow beforehand. He folded his paws beneath his head and curled his tail parallel to his body.
A small smile painted the canvas of Kodiak's face. The muscles in his face felt unused after what seemed like ages of feeling empty. "Heh, yeah, you could say that." He felt the bristled fur on his spine begin to tame. But what could he say? That he was captured, abused, and then freed? What would that say about his vulnerability? What would that say about his bloodline? That he was weak? Careless? A wasted opportunity?
Kodiak tried not to let the pride of his heritage interfere with interacting with the smaller creature. "I would appreciate the help, but..." He trailed off, unable to complete his thought. What exactly was he getting into? Where would she take him?
His sky-blue eyes shifted left, right, left again.
He swallowed his pride.
"Where do we go from here?"
The feliform's head canted at the sight of the small cat which made itself known to Kodiak. A small, slender body. Her position on the ground showed friendliness, trust, in that of a stranger. This was a strange concept to Kodiak. How is such a small creature so quick to trust a species such as his own, one known for its highly predatory and savage nature?
Perhaps... She knew he didn't belong here.
Conflicting emotions stirred in the mind of the young hyena. A mixture of warmth, a mixture of confusion, a mixture of anger. Warmth in the sense that he has found life in this white, freezing wasteland. Confusion in the sense that she was friendly enough to show herself to him so easily and in such a trusting manner. Anger in the sense...
...that he felt vulnerable.
If she knew he didn't belong, what would that mean for him? Would the she-cat take advantage of him? Obviously, she lived in the area... or at least, was familiar with the environment. She could easily deceive him. Then again, on the rational side of things, she looked far too small to be a threat to a hyena his size, yet so young. Her positioning didn't seem like the deceitful type, and her voice in the winter night was soothing to him after months of nothing but the sound of the wind beneath his ears and the snow beneath his frozen gray paws.
The echoes of the feline's unfamiliar voice bounced off the deadened ghost town that was the deciduous forest and resonated within Kodiak's consciousness. It warmed his heart to find such friendliness in a rather extreme area such as this.
He missed the feeling. He hadn't felt this way since before he was relocated. Friendship and trust were such fragile concepts to the scout that he burned the bridges between acquaintances before even being built. This, however, felt different. He could tell within the sound of her voice that her kindness and trustworthiness was genuine.
His quaking voice softened. His legs stopped stirring. His nose exhaled a warm, relieved vapor that clouded around him in the already-white environment. He could feel his claws slowly retract back into his paws. He hadn't noticed they had been unsheathed before. Was it a part of his fearful emotions? He reserved the question for a later date; he had others to answer.
He fixated his blue-eyed gaze upon the she-cat below him. He realized he had been standing up the whole time, looking down upon her. He felt like he had been disrespecting his strange friend.
Slowly, Kodiak's slender gray body sank down to the whiteness below, attempting to mirror the she-cat's trusting behavior. The cold snow would have been shocking to him, but the harsh winds did the job for the snow beforehand. He folded his paws beneath his head and curled his tail parallel to his body.
A small smile painted the canvas of Kodiak's face. The muscles in his face felt unused after what seemed like ages of feeling empty. "Heh, yeah, you could say that." He felt the bristled fur on his spine begin to tame. But what could he say? That he was captured, abused, and then freed? What would that say about his vulnerability? What would that say about his bloodline? That he was weak? Careless? A wasted opportunity?
Kodiak tried not to let the pride of his heritage interfere with interacting with the smaller creature. "I would appreciate the help, but..." He trailed off, unable to complete his thought. What exactly was he getting into? Where would she take him?
His sky-blue eyes shifted left, right, left again.
He swallowed his pride.
"Where do we go from here?"