Thread: WINDS OF THE PAST

For the Ka'Tri in the lead on a sleek yet muscled stad 'male' tundra had caught his eye. For it was Chang'ko. Exactly as the letler 'story' described him, it was scary. Aside from him, there were seven more, on either stad or lida 'female' tundras, and each one Ki recognized as they shouted between each other and tossing back insults at the humas who trailed behind them. Am I linging 'dreaming'!? he whispered, only to feel his heart leap and his gut drop when he heard a Ka'Tri roar and watched wide eyed as a blood red stad tundra came rumbling over a rise, with three more tundras and slammed through the huma ranks as if they were brambull bush's. Copper... he whispered, as he watched the half-blood slash with claws and tail...done like jagged teeth on a dagger...both sides. As he stood there, he ignored the half dozen slash and cut marks, as well as the lazier holes through his arms, thigh and shoulder. Grimacing only once when a lazier grazed Copper's left temple. Than, as suddenly as it had begun, the battle was ended. The Ka'Tri's successfully drove off the remaining humas, who cursed and yelled threats over their shoulders as they beat a reluctant but rapid retreat. Moving quickly...down the sleep incline...ignoring the flowing blood and pain, Ki hurried down towards the flat ground, dazed and shaking, his heart racing, as was his mind. 'What is this? A ling 'dream'?' he wondered, as he leaped from rock to rock down the last hundred feet of the incline and stumbled to his knees when he reached the bottom. ....Ouch... he said, grimacing as the pain intensified. Only to snap his head up, realizing then that the tie he'd used to hold his hair up, had snapped and his silver streaked tawny gold hair hung loose. But that's not what caused fear to hit him. It was the battle rage in the Ka'Tri as they rumbled towards him. Seconds later, he was surrounded by them, Chang'ko at their head. Where did you come from, byral 'boy'? he inquired as he leaped from his tundra to land lightly and move towards him, menacingly, still caught up in his murderous rage. Me'ho 'What?', he said, lifting his head, ignoring the flowing blood and pain, as he studied him. He is a young Ka'Tri Warrior, he thought, watching him. A full blood...Ion 'Lion' type, with mane...who did not want humas' around his Alaysha and had been very vocal about everything the humas' did or wanted. But when they slaughtered a small Villa of flightless Rowspaz Sparrows' all for their rainbow colored feathers, that had been the last straw and he, with several others who thought and felt like him, had become the Outcasts. Ki couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and the others. Before he had been born his Alaysha had been dealt a rough hand in a hard time period...and in the end, He wasn't so very different from some of the troubled young warriors of his time and his age. he thought. Me'ho? Chang'ko repeated his answer to his question. Don't think so half-blood. I saw you come from over that hill and stand there watching the fight. Looked to me like you had come from the same direction they had! Did I? asked Ki, looking back over his shoulder, along then up the steep incline behind him, only to frown when he saw that no horse could make it down that incline without snapping its legs, or even its neck. Wrong! No humas horse would make make it down that incline, Chang'ko! he snapped, glaring at the leader, only to flinch when he realized he had said his name. Really!? Than why are you here? Knowing my name, and looking like you have been fighting? He crossed his arms, tail lashing behind him. Maybe your a pasha 'whorepleasure pet' for the huma soldiers, and brought them here to catch us on one of our hunts! Right boy's! He glanced around at the other Ka'Tri's for confirmation of his theory.