Stop Stealing the Sun! [Mylo]

[Hyza]

In the weeks that had passed since he'd woken up in the clutches of this horrid place, Hyza had grown used to the sounds of the trees. They were everywhere, how could he not? He didn't like them, of course, but he no longer tensed in anticipation of an attack every time the wind rustled through the strangely shaped leaves. These trees were nothing like the ones he was used to back home, with their tightly packed growing pattern and branches all down the trunks. Hyza thought he would always prefer the high, towering blanket of the plains. This, though. This was something that no self respecting lion should be forced to deal with! At least before, when he looked up he could spot the bright blue sky he was used to, enjoy the sunlight that filtered down to the ground. He'd taken to hiding in the trees, sucking up the anxiety that one of those large green things was going to fall on him and squash him flat, just to escape the unbearable heat of his new, dark coat. When he was brown, it was warm, that was true, but it was nothing more than he could stand. Here, it was as if he was one of the forgotten dead, rotting and bleached in the heat. Whether that was preferable to the oppressive gray that clung overhead was still up for debate. He hadn't seen a blue sky in what seemed like lifetimes, and these little white blobs that stung his nose every time they landed on it kept dropping like tiny bird feathers. The stuff was everywhere, numbing his foot pads and soaking into his fur to bog it down. He couldn't understand the sensations that swept over him beneath the thick fur, didn't even have a word to describe the shaking that overtook him when the wet soaked him to the bone. He'd never been cold before. He was a lion, after all, and the African Plains just did not do cold. About the only upside to the sky feathers was that it made the blotches in his vision easier to spot. Hyza was slowly coming to realize that the colored areas that sometimes swam behind his eyes were other living things. Occasionally, he'd even managed to track one down, just to discover it was food. A rabbit, true, nothing more than a bite sized snack, but if he didn't have to put effort into the hunting of it, that was more than enough to sate him for a while. Unfortunately, even this small boon came with a steep price. Because one of those blotches he'd tracked down hadn't been a rabbit, or anything else he could eat. No, it had been the little short - legged, oddly striped cub that was currently batting at his tail. Sure, he could have eaten it anyway, probably should have killed it at the very least like his brothers did the rival lion's offspring, but he didn't. Knowing his luck, the thing was probably the cub of one of the other cats, and a fight over a misplaced brat was not what he wanted to get in to right now. Still, the little pest was driving him mad. After the third time in a minute that she sunk claws into his tail, Hyza hefted his head of the ground and bared his teeth, an irritated roar escaping him. It was a loud sound, one that had terrified bands of hyenas, sent herds of gazelle racing across the plains in a mad dash for their life. Lions his own size had backed away in a delightful show of cowardice at Hyza's roar. This little she cub, though. Did she run? No! The thing had the nerve to drop his tail, lower herself into a crouch, and roar back at him. Well, to try at least. The sound she made was more of a squeak, like he'd stepped on her. So much so that Hyza instinctively glanced down at his own massive paws to make sure he hadn't somehow squashed her. Not that he cared. Of course he didn't. He was a lion. Lions do not care about crushing cubs with a single paw that was bigger than her entire body. Mylo, Lustian

[Mylo]

The day was fairly calming for Mylo thus far. Often he spent his time lounging around in the little sun he could find when he wasn't hunting or playing around with the cubs or helping out the den mothers. Most of the time however he made sure that when doing so he wasn't seen. He couldn't have word getting around that he was some kind of softy. His fur had finally began to glow lighter in color, it was about that time. His first had taken a more light brown color not to long ago. He enjoyed his fur how it did the 'thing' changing colors. He loved it actually especially when it got like this, whenever his fur turned white it made camouflage much easier. The blue stuff up top, from what his gained wisdom of being in his human form was called a "sky." It had a nice ring to it, sky. Though he preferred blue stuff, sometimes gray and other colors, sometimes it sparkled - that he enjoyed. Though when the blue stuff up top started to become gray and the white stuff fell everywhere his fur began to match it eventually. He liked to think of it as his way of being told it was time to hunt. His fur helped him blind in with the snow, it made being sneaky much easier, and much more fun. Just a couple days ago he would play "hide and seek" with the cubs - mostly for his own amusement. They were adorable falling over and latching on to anything that moved with their claws and teeth. He wouldn't let them know that and often he smacked them to the side with his paw to watch them flop over. Just to watch them squirm when they got up - it was amusing and cute. At this point in time though, Mylo was laying in what humans called "the snow." He enjoyed the way it would melt underneath his hot stomach. The wet from the melting snow cooled him down, his thick fur kept his body at a very warm temperature but he actually enjoyed just a bit more cold. Most times like today he use his paws to brush the snow over his body, camouflaging himself within it. It didn't help that his tail was pitch black towards the end and it wagged back and forth, shaking off all the snow on it. Not to mention the black patches on his body that didn't want to change, sometimes he really wished those would turn lighter shades too. While hidden in the snow, Mylo was located underneath a large tree. The trees leaves held it's own against the piles of snow that rested upon them. Mylo always thought they were funny, tough little things, but so light and fragile - one little paw tap, and it would all come tumbling down. Usually landing on him in large piles, but it was an easier way to hide himself again without all the added paw shoveling. It was also a bit uncomfortable, depending on how big the tree was and how much snow fell on him. On time he could've sworn he broke something, at least it felt that way. Partially hidden in the snow, Mylo had gazed of the current area only to spot something in the distance that stuck out like a sore thumb. Contrary to his light coat of fur, this feline had a dark on. Even darker than the spots on his fur that so aggravatingly refused to change color like the rest of it. Mylo had to admit, it was something he hadn't seen a lion that dark ever in his life, it was new, it was strange, it was... exciting! Mylo's attention instantly locked on to the lion. His tail wagging back and forth excitingly. He was so enamored by the lion that he had failed to notice the cub, clinging onto him. Like what the humans called an "accessory." It was practically apart of him refusing to let go. Then the lion roared, a mighty one, one that even made Mylo's hair's momentarily stand on end and his back slightly crouch - he had to stop himself from slightly going into his fight response. Powerful. That was the word that came to Mylo's mind pertaining to the lion. Adorable! Was what came to his mind about the cub. An amusing combination, for now Mylo laid in his snow blanket and watched the lion and cub. He even saw how it looked as if the lion had a bit of fright in it's movements as it nearly squashed the cub. Even Mylo got a bit worried. "Adorable" He would speak in shifter tongue with a small chuckle followed behind it. A bit louder than intended. He didn't mean to be that loud, but often he made blunders like that when not in his hunting state of mind. TAGS: Hyza, End of an 'Era