We are the Hunted (Tag: Zi)

[Wish]

I'm hungry K'erMineLove! I wanna eat, can I eat? I think that would be like totally amazing, and I would be the best at it! Don't you think I'd be good at eating MineLoveMine?

Of course Kin, just let me grab the straps real quick and get you settled in.

But the huuuurt! I don't wanna have them...but then you may fall, and go splat...and that wouldn't be good.......................................would it?

No...I don't think so sweetheart.

The dusky purple dragoness chortled and flicked her wings again, prancing from one foot to another like an overly excited yearling, the runnerbeast kind, and her eyes glowing with the bright blues or contentedness. A streak of orange and red was there too though, and the hunger pangs were obvious enough. She had gone too long without eating, again, but with such low numbers in the herds on Rindell everyone had to be cautious. Unfortunately, that meant that people also tended to look on the Southern Continent for new beasts to either bring into the herds or just munch on right there on enemy turf.

The hunger though, well K'er could understand why one might give into it enough to risk that. He was about to himself. Alright, let me just give this a tug.......okay! Let me get up silly wherry. He patted the purple hide affectionately, hopping into place as Kinurninth gave him a helping boost upward with her nose. Kinurninth be best huntress Rebellion has ever seen! She stalks her prey with a deadly accuracy until...until....ummr..................Mine? K'er bit back a little laugh and whistled to the trio of Huntyres, the leader of the group whistling back and snapping his beak. Noir would keep them out of trouble, if not Kere certainly would. The sunset was sleeping cuddled against her lunar brother at the moment though, so the nightshade would have to do.

Yeah Kin?

Where are we going again?

K'er sighed and gave the picture again, biting his lip and hoping that the Amethyst had made good enough memory of it this time to take them there safely. Thankfully, after a little heart stopping moment, she did and the warm Southern sun beat down against the boy's dark head. Land there and go find something to eat. I'll just take a nap in the grass. Doing as she was told the young dragoness spiraled down and settled in the field with a flourish of her wings, lowering her neck for Hers to slide off. Just as soon as K'er's feet touched the ground though the Amethyst was back into the air and looking for food.

[Zirin]

Be quick Iye, there’s no telling how long we’ll be safe out here. Nym kept herself hidden in the bushes as her amethyst dragon swooped low overhead, a lifeless herdbeast clutched in his claws. Landing nearby, he got to work quickly, trying to devour the meal as fast as he could. Hunting out here was dangerous work, between the wild felines and the enemy riders every trip held the possibility of injury, or worse. Nym hated having to sneak about like this, but it was a necessity; the Rebellion simply couldn’t raise the amount of food needed to feed their numbers, low as they were.

Stay there Iye, keep low, hide amongst the trees as best you can. I hear something. She kept low and slunk through the forest, trying to find out whether it was friend or foe she had heard. The shadow of a dragon swooped overhead, but she didn’t have time to see who the dragon was before she was out of sight. Frowning, Nym edged closer to the light clearing and she could make out the outline of a rider. At first glance, with grass and leaves blocking her view, she couldn’t make out who it was.

I know what you’re thinking Mine… you should just come back here and we can leave. What if there are others around? Nym glanced back to where she had left her dragon. If she turned back now she risked getting caught too far from Iyiath. No… she’d make the first move, and if they were lucky, the Rebellion would be gaining a hostage! Launching herself from the trees, it was a quick few steps to where K’er was resting, and Nym threw herself down to press a knife against his throat.

“Don’t move and I won’t hurt you,” She hissed, before realizing the boy looked awfully familiar.

[Wish]

K'er didn't expect to get tackled, or attacked, or whatever you called it. However, with a squeal the boy froze, his hand going for a blade that wasn't at his side. Shardit all though! Zi'axe had taught him to use one and he had entirely forgotten to bring the thing he'd actually be using. Kinurninth shrieked as she spun around mid-air, the now egg heavy dragoness hissing with murderous red eyes. How dare you turn a talon against your own kind! Amethyst, ChaserofMine, call Yours off!

She knew the mind that was nearby, the male amethyst, one of the males that had chased after her in her maiden flight. Iyiath! The name was whispered with an acidic tone, a dangerous promise that was entirely a maternal instinct to protect her young. Which, K'er figured would be entirely absent if it weren't for the dragonet she carried. Noir and Kele chittered their own defiance, the two huntyres rising in a flurry of black and orange wings. "I'm safe, I'm a rebel like you....you were in my flight!"

He looked at her, fear in his eyes, not sure what would happen. He didn't want to die...he didn't want to die!

[Zirin]

Iyiath rumbled to himself, stalking through the forest as best he could with a bright pink hide. You remember me, fair lady? He ruffled his wings and stepped into the clearing, looking for the purple dragoness. He recognized her, and he knew Nymari recognized the rider and wouldn’t harm a hair on his head as long as he gave her no reason to.

“Oh.” The mention of the flight brought the slightest flush to her cheeks. Nymari blinked down at the boy – for he acted as skittish as a child – “That’s where I recognize you from.” She sat back, pulling herself off of him and slipping the knife back into her belt before holding up her hands in an offering of piece. “You know where we are boy… K’er was it? It’s better not to take chances.” With a sigh she shook her head. There were times she wondered what the ‘Rebellion’ was really here for. Nothing was getting done, the leaders never seemed to settle on a decision for what to do, and the ranks were littered with weaklings and children. How were they supposed to win their freedom with boys like K’er holding them back.

“If I had been an anti-rebel, you would be dead. Hasn’t someone taught you at least the basics of dueling yet? Or better yet, a lesson on not falling asleep in enemy territory? No wonder the Rebellion is failing so miserably.” She glanced up at his dragon. See, calm down Kinurninth… she won’t hurt Yours.