(OOC: This is my first thread for my Non-Traditional RP, Bloody Plains. I explained the background and history on my site and in my characters histories a little. You can join the Thunderstripes, one of their rival tribes, or none at all! Feel free to use any characters, though African animals would make more sense. Also, the thread is titled Reemergence because it is about the Thunderstripe tribe's fight to get their land back and reinstate themselves as a power to be feared.)
"Just grab her slimy little neck and crush it!" Zikomo Darkfang's angry side of his mind told his logical, "she won't have a chance to react!" Zikomo and Dera sat facing each other in the small cavern that served as her chamber. She was talking to him, but he was only half listening to her as his mind spoke to itself. "No, I can't do that," Zikomo's careful side replied, "she may still injure me with her magic, it is best to wait. Besides, revenge is sweeter when they know who killed them."
"So what do you think?" Dera's question showed that she was finished talking. Luckily for Zikomo, he had a sharp mind, and what he hadn't heard he was able to piece together.
"Well, if we intend to earn the respect of the Bloodclaws, it all depends on our first battle with them," Zikomo answered her, "if we do well in combat, they may see us as worthy opponents and leave us alone. Otherwise, they will only return to reclaim the land we take."
"Your right, we'll need to attack them where their weak," Dera said thoughtfully, "it will be hard convincing Duka of that though. You know him, he loves to fight head to head." She laughed lightly, having no idea of the dark thoughts that ran through Zikomo's head.
"If you don't mind," Zikomo said, "I'll take my leave." He stood up and went for the exit.
"That's fine Zikomo," Dera said brightly, "see you later!" She waved one paw to him to which he responded with a nod. He crossed through winding passages and corridors, heading for the surface. Torches were placed on the walls every 10 feet or so, but it did little to lift the shadow. He breathed a sigh of comfort when he saw the sun. It was large and red in the west, having nearly completed its journey through the sky. He didn't care for the dark of the caves, it grew oppressive.
The entrance to to the Thunderstripe den was built into a giant rocky outcrop that rose out of the ground like a miniature mountain. It was horseshoe shaped, with the door in the middle of the curve and the rest of the area being a flat rocky platform surrounded by the "arms" of the outcrop. This rocky plateau served as the meeting place for the Thunderstripe tribe. (I'm working on a drawing of the entrance so you can understand it better.) Campfires were set up all around on the rock, and the smell of food came from them. Zikomo began crossing the area, looking for food.
"Hey Zikomo," a young hyena ran up to his elder, "Duka wants you and me to go scout around the southern boarder." Zikomo wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the young soldier as if he were an old friend.
"Let's not and say we did," Zikomo wispered to other, "Duka will never know."
"But, what is there is a threat on the boarder?" the young hyena asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
"But there won't be," Zikomo said with a smile, releasing his shoulder, "there never is."
"I guess your right," the hyena mutted nervously, "but what if Duka finds out?"
"Then we both were busy fighting off intruders to the north," Zikomo said with a smile and walked away. The other watched him leave, a mixture of admiration and distrust on his face. Then, forgetting about the wrath of Duka, he went to enjoy the night with his friends.
(OOC: Feel free to jump in anybody!)