Post by Cole on Nov 22, 2014 21:47:55 GMT -5
The sand muffled the sound of their progress, as though they did not tread upon silent feet already. In the dimness of twilight they meld into the long, stark shadows and moved as a single unit toward their quarry. They had picked the scent up along the border and pursued it deeper into Fallen, looping around to remain downwind and cut off the trespassers. Cole progressed with a silent confidence, currently in her own element. This was a situation that she understood and could handle with relative ease, going through the motions with a sense of mechanicy. It was one of the first things she had learned, years ago. "There will come a day when the fight will no longer thrill you," her thoughts rang as she stalked, paw-over-paw, around a large sand dune. The Carna continued arrogantly into her "home" and she tracked them with ferocious eyes. They were above her and she utilized the dune for camouflage, sticking to the shadows of it, her fur acting as efficient camouflage. "Adrenaline will not kick in. You will not fear the blade, or the bullet, or the roar of battle. You will react, instinctively. It becomes a well-rehearsed dance. This is when your job will become dangerous." The leopardess cast her eyes toward Husher, who covered the ground near her. The Carna were talking, boisterously, as though unconcerned. They were oblivious to the danger that awaited them. "It will become necessary to watch everything and everyone. This is when you are truly unafraid to die, and it will make a man reckless." She felt nothing now, besides a calm readiness. She had been here before, it seemed like, and Cole knew that she would be there again. She awaited the attack... Cole uncoiled and prepared to spring. However, the nature of their conversation had become intriguing in that instant. They remained unaware of the two predators stalking just behind them in the "valley" between dunes. "We shouldn't be doing this," one of the men said. "Manic wouldn't have allowed it." The man in front of the line laughed, hoarsely. "Manic is dead. It doesn't matter anymore, does it?" This was curious information. Cole cast a meaningful glance toward Hush and continued to listen. "And with Crash gone, too, who the hell is gonna punish us?" The man in front, a shaggy blonde, shrugged. "We can do whatever we want now." Cole looked again toward Hush, awaiting an indication that they should attack... or continue to listen. The prospect of a fight did not thrill her. The words, however, were of much greater concern. |
