Post by Sudhir on Oct 12, 2010 23:03:23 GMT -7
Starring:
Bhata - Male Tiger
Badajiva - Elder Female Tiger
Dalaja - Female Tiger
Setting:
River Bend
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Why Dalaja would wander in this part of the jungle was anyone's guess. Her mother had told her before that Bhata was hanging around the lake, which was nearby.. perhaps she was feeling particularly surly or brave and wanted to pay him a visit? Maybe not. Maybe she was just enjoying the scenery? Nah. Dalaja didn't care for scenery at all. At the bank of the river, unusually out in the open, the tigress lays in the morning sun, looking especially content. Probably had a decent enough meal last night and she was near the water, so all was good with Dalaja, for once.
Not Far away, just around the river bend, is the infamous brother, Bhata. But fame comes with a price, everyone is out to get you whether its thanking you for a job well done, or plotting your downfall. Either way he nevr saw himself as a hero. In fact, anything but. He is currently wandering the banks of the river thinking about the fact that his presence up north could impact the security of the Dholes and the Wolves. Perhaps it sbest for him to live somewhere isolated and venture from time to time where he needs to go to meet with his allies? Perhaps the desert area might be his only option at the moment? He gazes into the water for awhile at his reflection, seeing a bit of his father in him, making him think about the past some. He then catches a scent in the air, a scent he hasn't smelled in a long time. No, it couldn't be? He looks around.
Badajiva is away and lurking nearby. She knows Bhata and her daughter are both present. She very much wants Bhata dead, and is happy to allow her daughter to do so ... but while she knows Bhata, at least the last time she checked, was not in Do-Rakhanaa likely had their protection. Badajiva really has nothing left to live for in this world, but she does have one thing she holds most dear -- her daughter. Should things get dicy, no way would Badajiva allow her daughter to die before herself.
Though Bhata's stench can be smelled throughout the area, Dalaja isn't concerned about it. Yes, she wants him dead, but more or less she was just here to taunt him, if she even saw him. She figured him to be a coward anyway, since that was basically his life story. Lifting her head from the ground, the tigress pushes herself up onto her belly, and blinks at the smell of her mother not too far off. She's been seeing a lot of her lately, which while it's more of an annoyance to Dalaja on the surface, she can't help but feel some sort of worry about it, too. For now though, the skinny female just stands up, does a small series of stretches, and then crouches near the bank to get another drink of water.
Bhata moves a little closer around the river bend, and spies her. His former sister. Well he assumes they have disowned him as family by now. Not to mention he doesn't have much of a family come to think of it, with his father slain (by him) and his mother slain as well in the war. Well, it had to be this way, he couldn't have let the Sakht Nakh continue their reign of terror now could he? How could he have become heir to such a horrible clan with their brutal ways of doing things? No, Bhata is certain he did the right thing. Unfortunately for Bhata, as he nears Dal's location, he stumbles on a twig that snaps...behind a grove of bushes. *snap*
Badajiva remains lurking silently nearby. She winces slightly as she maintains a stealthy posture ... she isn't as young as she once was.
Hearing the snap of the twig, Dalaja's ears twitch outward to the side, but she's in no hurry. Finishing her drink, she lifts her maw, water still dripping, and glares in the direction of Bhata. Far down the way, she can see his frame and the fur along her back rises almost out of instinct at this point. The younger female had always disliked Bhata to the point of hatred, due to jealousy as a cub, and for moral reasons as an adult. She just has to remember not to get herself into any serious trouble. He was still a full grown male, and she was considerably weaker due to her own silly militant mentality. Standing and turning away from the river, she stands calmly where she is, her tail relaxed and all as she just stares at him.
Bhata steps out of the bushes, wincing a bit from the scar that runs long across his right side he received from his battle with Vijayi. It still hurts from time to time as he's gotten arthritis from it. He closes his eyes as a sharp wave of pain runs through him, but it passes quickly. This happens from time to time for poor Bhata, like anyone on his side of the family would care what physical or emotional pain he went through on a day to day basis. He just glares at His former sister as well, as he passes her heading toward a rocky point in the stream where he usually suns himself. But its cloudy and gloomy today. Fitting for this scene.
Badajiva decides her daughter and Bhata are too far away for Badajiva to come to Dalaja's rescue should the need arise. At the edge of the jungle, she decides if she is to protect her daughter as well, she will have to give up her hiding, and so lumbers out of the jungle at a relaxed pace, now visible to Bhata and her daughter, should Dalaja turn around to look behind herself.
Internally, Dalaja wishes to make a break for Bhata, pounce, and snap his neck. Of course, that probably wouldn't happen. He'd probably be able to successfully defend himself, and she'd be the one with the broken neck. With enough self-control and intelligence not to attack by herself, the tigress is instead distracted by a noise coming from the edge of the jungle, and turns her head back to see her mother. Narrowing her eyes, she gives a soft sort of rumble that could be mistaken for a growl by Bhata, maybe. "What are you doing all the way up here, mother?" She asks, sounding more annoyed than concerned, though really she is more concerned than annoyed.
Bhata still doesn't say anything, just observes the two for now....ready to react if need be if they are going to attack him. He just stands there on the point that juts out into the bend in the river, watching the two. He always hated cloudy days. His eyes narrow, and surely Dal can see his torn ear from the fight with his father. He clicks his sharp claws against the rocks as he walks out to the penninsula.
Badajiva says to her daughter, "I'm an old lady, Dalaja. I need to wet my whistle now and then." She heads to the river's edge, giving Bhata no attention at all as she slowly laps up water. "Looks like the weather may turn stormy soon," she comments. "Cleanse the land of filth."
If only storms could really cleanse the land of it's filth. Then Bhata would be no trouble, the Do-Rakhana would be no trouble, and the rest of the snivelling creatures of the jungle would be no trouble. But, no. That's what creatures like her father were around for. For the good of superior species and bringing peace to them, justified death to others. Flicking her tail, she looks back at Bhata and gives a nod. "He's right there, mother.." She says quietly, growling now. "You didn't bring any of that .. 'clan' with you? The one time they could be useful?" She asks, irritably, and takes a few stomping steps toward her half-brother. "Enjoying the day, brother?" She asks in a taunting voice, and smirks to herself. "Where are your little friends? The little wolves, and the little dholes.. I thought you were all a big happy family?"
Bhata sneers at her former half sister.....offering nothing bow a eyes -narrowed to slits glare. "I was enjoying the day, until you showed up." He growls. "Its such a pleasant day when one has to worry about a new clan forming that rivals the Sakht Nakh....and when one has to try to figure out a way to stop deja vu from happening all over again and prevent the slaughter of hundreds of more innocent peaceful creatures." He says. "Perhaps you should get to the point...I doubt you've come here just for small talk, and a.......family...... reunion now....have you? In fact, this is the first time I've seen you since, the war...a pity, you haven't grown as much as I thought, you're still weak. Why, I bet even a wolf could take you down." He says with a chuckle.
Badajiva says to her daughter, "I am aware of the traitor's presence, dear. I am glad to see you value the clan ... they may not be Sakht Nakh, but they will help eliminate one scourge from the earth. There's no threat here, just a pathetic traitor. Innocence, he cries? Pah! A storm of blood will avenge your father ... when the time is right. The wolves, the Do-Rakhanaa jackals and the other inferior beasts will follow, in time. The river will run red with their impure blood."
One of Dalaja's greatest downfalls is her short temper, but having her mother there does help, extremely. Her words of encouragement allow her to take a deep breath and just snarl outwardly instead of rush toward the prior heir to the Sakht Nakh. "You are just as useless as the scum you try to protect.." She calls out, not letting the insult to her frame get to her. Yes, she was thin, but she was not weak. Just.. delicate at the moment. Turning to her mother, she narrows her eyes and gives a scoff. "I don't value that clan, I simply wish you would've made your alliance to them more convenient for me today."
Bhata storms right up to Dal, within a few feet of his sister, maybe 20 feet max. "How dare you say such things." "How can you claim that certain species of the forests, the meadows, the mountains, the jungles, are useless? What right gives anyone to go exterminate countless species, because they feel they are superior? What right do we have as tigers, just because we are at the top of the food chain to think that every creature should serve our cause or die? Creatures have a right to exist under their own free wills, wehther they be owls, bats, dholes, herbivores, or wolves." "What Vijayi was guilty of, genocide, was horrible beyond imagination. Killing him was justified....it was a war after all. That's what happens in wars." At that moment another wave of arthritic pain hits him from the scar, he closes his eyes, wincing a bit, gritting his teeth together. After it passes he adds, "Exterminating all inferior species is not right. It will in fact be deterimental to the very survival of whomever beleives they are the superior species."
Badajiva says, "But you /do/ value Ran Garjana. They can help you achieve your strongest desire. Look at him, my daughter! Pathetic! Alone! If the clan were here, they would kill him easily -- but you want it to be your fangs to give the traitor his due! If you truly wish to someday have your revenge, you must acquire your own strength. I am teaching the clan what I know of the Do-Rakhanaa and other threats still present. In so doing, I am making the clan strong to ensure a prosperous future for tigerkind. The clan can make you strong, daughter ... train to be a fighter, and the next time you have an opportunity such as this, you will need no backup to carry out your heart's desire." She leaves out the bit that the clan is haphazard and disorganized as yet, as that bit of information does not need to be broadcast to Bhata ...
With her mother's words on one side and Bhata's on the other, she can only think to jump forward, reveal her claws and give a furious swipe directly at Bhata, unexpectedly. Her ears are suddenly pushed back and her body crouched down, backing up afterwards so that she may evade an attack from him. There's a chance she may not have hit him, but her backward retreat is enough insurance for her that she won't get hit either. "Father helped to make the jungle a better place for /our/ kind. To hell with the rest of them. We are at the top of the food chain because we've made it so, and we have a right to expect subordinance and servitude from the lesser creatures!" Backing up to the side of her mother, she continues the side conversation about the new 'clan' that she had such mixed feelings over. "The Ran Garjana will /never/ be the Sakht Nakh, mother.." She says only this, and then focuses again on Bhata.
Bhata growls in pain, as she swips viciously at him, getting it right across the left side of his muzzle...creating a medium set of claw marks, whether they scar or not will be up to the healing process. Bhata does not cray out in pain though not wanting to appear weak to them, he does nothing even as blood flows from his muzzle. He doesn't even stop the minor bleeding just yet. He just stares at his sister. "So what happens when you exterminate everyone, including the prey?" "So your plan is to just exterminate all the predators, and then make the prey species fear you enough that they submit willingly to sacrifice? Do you not see anything wrong with that?" "Why can't we all just live in harmony? There's plenty of land for everyone." "One species doesn't need to rule it all."
Badajiva is irritated with her daughter. Never naysay your clan before the enemy! Doubly so when you just mentioned you wished they were here. She keeps her irritation to herself, however. "Harmony!" she snorts and snarls at Bhata. "Like the harmony you held with your father. You cry about the lives of innocents ... you are far from it! You are nothing but a traitorous murderer! Your blood will spill and your entrails will feed the vultures!"
If the Ran Garjana was in fact her clan, she might not be so apt to insult it. But it is not, and it will never be as far as she is concerned. So let her mother be irritated with her, it'd only make the feelings mutual. Instead of swiping at Bhata again, she instead just snarls and gives a hiss, tucking herself down and backing up further, clearly not in the fighting spirit. "You know /nothing/, Bhata." She growls, insulted at the notion of 'harmony' between other beasts and the tigers.
Bhata says, "I know that we have been at peace for several seasons now, and the animals want it that way. They don't want another war. And I'm going to see to it that there isn't another brutal power-grab by an evil dictator." He glares at Bada. "What I did to Vijayi, had to be done. He was beyond reasoning, beyond control, I may have blood on my paws, but at least my actions were JUSTIFIED unlike the Sakht Nakh's extermination in cold blood and uncaring callousness." He snarls right back. "You may think I'm alone, but I'm not. I have many allies here." He says."
Badajiva grrowls, "We are well familiar with your allies, wolf-lover. The sky coward eagle, the Do-Rakhanaa jackal-lickers ... I bet you've even gone crawling to those Saahasi fleabags still hiding in the mountains! Is that three-legged cripple still hobbling about? The only real problem the Ran Garjana has is figuring out who gets to skin you. There is quite a debate over it! Congratulations, traitor, you are number one on the list. The others will be dealt with when Ran Garjana sees fit."
"Evil dictator?" Dalaja questions, laughing in a mocking way through her question. "That's what you believe he was? You've been brainwashed worse than I thought.. capable only of someone with the intelligence of an insect." Truth be told, she expected Bhata to be a little less talkative and a little more.. brutish. "Before long you'll be nothing more than a blood stain on the jungle floor, and your beloved wolves, jackals, and other 'harmonious' animals will feast on what's left of you."
Bhata growls. "We'll see about that." "Why don't you fight me now..one on one?" He asks his sister? is it because you're too weak...or perhaps you're just to afraid. You always were the weak link in the Sakht Nakh you know." He grins.. "And you always were the ugliest in our little family." He winks at her. "C'mon Sis. what do you say....think you have what it takes to fight your brother? Or you going to chicken out like you always do? At least I HAD The guts to fight my father, and bring down his HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, regime. "So C'mon what you waitin for, are you a tiger or a chicken?" Bhata glares at Bada. "And dont you ever DARE Talk about my friend Gyara, that way. That wolf helped us achieve piece, sacraficing everything he had for the cause. He is an honorable friend!"
All of Bhata's insults toward her personally are disregarded. Dalaja didn't much care about her looks, and she knew that she was never the strongest in the clan when it was around. In fact, she'd always been kind of on the leaner side, but never unhealthy. "You didn't have the guts." Dalaja says, still with her mocking laughter. "All you had was a foolish ideal that the other fools of the jungle agreed with, and they gave you the courage to carry it out, perhaps.. through their brainwashing." But his teasing wouldn't get her to fight, she was smarter than that. "You'll fight me one day, Bhata. And that day will be your last."
Bhata growls. "We'll just see about that miss kitty." "We'll see who is laughing when that day comes." Bhata says nothing more for a few minutes, but then glares at Bada, "Now if you don't mind I have some business to attend to with my associates." He says and struts right by the two heading back up river...."I'm not afraid of YOU or your little pathetic CLAN."
Badajiva gives the traitor a nasty snarling growl as he passes. She turns to her daughter, when Bhata is out of ear-shot and says, "And how are you going to prepare to kill him, Dalaja? You need muscle on your bones. You can hunt and train with Ran Garjana that will put power to your claws, and skill in your attacks. You can succeed where I fell short, avenge your father's death and lead tigers to a glorious future."
As much as she hated to admit it, her mother was right. She was, and would be in no shape to fight with Bhata unless she bulked up at least a little bit, and trained harder and harder every day, until she was able to kill a full grown tiger by herself. Cubs were no problem for her, but they were no problem for anything. Perhaps she should visit with Dushta again.. even if she'd hate it. And she would. She'd /really/ hate it. But for her mother, and for her father, she would do that much. Ignoring Bhata's childlike insults as he leaves, she nods to her mother, and begins to trod off back toward the darkness of the jungle, most likely off to search for Dushta, or even that Rakta character she hated just as much.
Bhata - Male Tiger
Badajiva - Elder Female Tiger
Dalaja - Female Tiger
Setting:
River Bend
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Why Dalaja would wander in this part of the jungle was anyone's guess. Her mother had told her before that Bhata was hanging around the lake, which was nearby.. perhaps she was feeling particularly surly or brave and wanted to pay him a visit? Maybe not. Maybe she was just enjoying the scenery? Nah. Dalaja didn't care for scenery at all. At the bank of the river, unusually out in the open, the tigress lays in the morning sun, looking especially content. Probably had a decent enough meal last night and she was near the water, so all was good with Dalaja, for once.
Not Far away, just around the river bend, is the infamous brother, Bhata. But fame comes with a price, everyone is out to get you whether its thanking you for a job well done, or plotting your downfall. Either way he nevr saw himself as a hero. In fact, anything but. He is currently wandering the banks of the river thinking about the fact that his presence up north could impact the security of the Dholes and the Wolves. Perhaps it sbest for him to live somewhere isolated and venture from time to time where he needs to go to meet with his allies? Perhaps the desert area might be his only option at the moment? He gazes into the water for awhile at his reflection, seeing a bit of his father in him, making him think about the past some. He then catches a scent in the air, a scent he hasn't smelled in a long time. No, it couldn't be? He looks around.
Badajiva is away and lurking nearby. She knows Bhata and her daughter are both present. She very much wants Bhata dead, and is happy to allow her daughter to do so ... but while she knows Bhata, at least the last time she checked, was not in Do-Rakhanaa likely had their protection. Badajiva really has nothing left to live for in this world, but she does have one thing she holds most dear -- her daughter. Should things get dicy, no way would Badajiva allow her daughter to die before herself.
Though Bhata's stench can be smelled throughout the area, Dalaja isn't concerned about it. Yes, she wants him dead, but more or less she was just here to taunt him, if she even saw him. She figured him to be a coward anyway, since that was basically his life story. Lifting her head from the ground, the tigress pushes herself up onto her belly, and blinks at the smell of her mother not too far off. She's been seeing a lot of her lately, which while it's more of an annoyance to Dalaja on the surface, she can't help but feel some sort of worry about it, too. For now though, the skinny female just stands up, does a small series of stretches, and then crouches near the bank to get another drink of water.
Bhata moves a little closer around the river bend, and spies her. His former sister. Well he assumes they have disowned him as family by now. Not to mention he doesn't have much of a family come to think of it, with his father slain (by him) and his mother slain as well in the war. Well, it had to be this way, he couldn't have let the Sakht Nakh continue their reign of terror now could he? How could he have become heir to such a horrible clan with their brutal ways of doing things? No, Bhata is certain he did the right thing. Unfortunately for Bhata, as he nears Dal's location, he stumbles on a twig that snaps...behind a grove of bushes. *snap*
Badajiva remains lurking silently nearby. She winces slightly as she maintains a stealthy posture ... she isn't as young as she once was.
Hearing the snap of the twig, Dalaja's ears twitch outward to the side, but she's in no hurry. Finishing her drink, she lifts her maw, water still dripping, and glares in the direction of Bhata. Far down the way, she can see his frame and the fur along her back rises almost out of instinct at this point. The younger female had always disliked Bhata to the point of hatred, due to jealousy as a cub, and for moral reasons as an adult. She just has to remember not to get herself into any serious trouble. He was still a full grown male, and she was considerably weaker due to her own silly militant mentality. Standing and turning away from the river, she stands calmly where she is, her tail relaxed and all as she just stares at him.
Bhata steps out of the bushes, wincing a bit from the scar that runs long across his right side he received from his battle with Vijayi. It still hurts from time to time as he's gotten arthritis from it. He closes his eyes as a sharp wave of pain runs through him, but it passes quickly. This happens from time to time for poor Bhata, like anyone on his side of the family would care what physical or emotional pain he went through on a day to day basis. He just glares at His former sister as well, as he passes her heading toward a rocky point in the stream where he usually suns himself. But its cloudy and gloomy today. Fitting for this scene.
Badajiva decides her daughter and Bhata are too far away for Badajiva to come to Dalaja's rescue should the need arise. At the edge of the jungle, she decides if she is to protect her daughter as well, she will have to give up her hiding, and so lumbers out of the jungle at a relaxed pace, now visible to Bhata and her daughter, should Dalaja turn around to look behind herself.
Internally, Dalaja wishes to make a break for Bhata, pounce, and snap his neck. Of course, that probably wouldn't happen. He'd probably be able to successfully defend himself, and she'd be the one with the broken neck. With enough self-control and intelligence not to attack by herself, the tigress is instead distracted by a noise coming from the edge of the jungle, and turns her head back to see her mother. Narrowing her eyes, she gives a soft sort of rumble that could be mistaken for a growl by Bhata, maybe. "What are you doing all the way up here, mother?" She asks, sounding more annoyed than concerned, though really she is more concerned than annoyed.
Bhata still doesn't say anything, just observes the two for now....ready to react if need be if they are going to attack him. He just stands there on the point that juts out into the bend in the river, watching the two. He always hated cloudy days. His eyes narrow, and surely Dal can see his torn ear from the fight with his father. He clicks his sharp claws against the rocks as he walks out to the penninsula.
Badajiva says to her daughter, "I'm an old lady, Dalaja. I need to wet my whistle now and then." She heads to the river's edge, giving Bhata no attention at all as she slowly laps up water. "Looks like the weather may turn stormy soon," she comments. "Cleanse the land of filth."
If only storms could really cleanse the land of it's filth. Then Bhata would be no trouble, the Do-Rakhana would be no trouble, and the rest of the snivelling creatures of the jungle would be no trouble. But, no. That's what creatures like her father were around for. For the good of superior species and bringing peace to them, justified death to others. Flicking her tail, she looks back at Bhata and gives a nod. "He's right there, mother.." She says quietly, growling now. "You didn't bring any of that .. 'clan' with you? The one time they could be useful?" She asks, irritably, and takes a few stomping steps toward her half-brother. "Enjoying the day, brother?" She asks in a taunting voice, and smirks to herself. "Where are your little friends? The little wolves, and the little dholes.. I thought you were all a big happy family?"
Bhata sneers at her former half sister.....offering nothing bow a eyes -narrowed to slits glare. "I was enjoying the day, until you showed up." He growls. "Its such a pleasant day when one has to worry about a new clan forming that rivals the Sakht Nakh....and when one has to try to figure out a way to stop deja vu from happening all over again and prevent the slaughter of hundreds of more innocent peaceful creatures." He says. "Perhaps you should get to the point...I doubt you've come here just for small talk, and a.......family...... reunion now....have you? In fact, this is the first time I've seen you since, the war...a pity, you haven't grown as much as I thought, you're still weak. Why, I bet even a wolf could take you down." He says with a chuckle.
Badajiva says to her daughter, "I am aware of the traitor's presence, dear. I am glad to see you value the clan ... they may not be Sakht Nakh, but they will help eliminate one scourge from the earth. There's no threat here, just a pathetic traitor. Innocence, he cries? Pah! A storm of blood will avenge your father ... when the time is right. The wolves, the Do-Rakhanaa jackals and the other inferior beasts will follow, in time. The river will run red with their impure blood."
One of Dalaja's greatest downfalls is her short temper, but having her mother there does help, extremely. Her words of encouragement allow her to take a deep breath and just snarl outwardly instead of rush toward the prior heir to the Sakht Nakh. "You are just as useless as the scum you try to protect.." She calls out, not letting the insult to her frame get to her. Yes, she was thin, but she was not weak. Just.. delicate at the moment. Turning to her mother, she narrows her eyes and gives a scoff. "I don't value that clan, I simply wish you would've made your alliance to them more convenient for me today."
Bhata storms right up to Dal, within a few feet of his sister, maybe 20 feet max. "How dare you say such things." "How can you claim that certain species of the forests, the meadows, the mountains, the jungles, are useless? What right gives anyone to go exterminate countless species, because they feel they are superior? What right do we have as tigers, just because we are at the top of the food chain to think that every creature should serve our cause or die? Creatures have a right to exist under their own free wills, wehther they be owls, bats, dholes, herbivores, or wolves." "What Vijayi was guilty of, genocide, was horrible beyond imagination. Killing him was justified....it was a war after all. That's what happens in wars." At that moment another wave of arthritic pain hits him from the scar, he closes his eyes, wincing a bit, gritting his teeth together. After it passes he adds, "Exterminating all inferior species is not right. It will in fact be deterimental to the very survival of whomever beleives they are the superior species."
Badajiva says, "But you /do/ value Ran Garjana. They can help you achieve your strongest desire. Look at him, my daughter! Pathetic! Alone! If the clan were here, they would kill him easily -- but you want it to be your fangs to give the traitor his due! If you truly wish to someday have your revenge, you must acquire your own strength. I am teaching the clan what I know of the Do-Rakhanaa and other threats still present. In so doing, I am making the clan strong to ensure a prosperous future for tigerkind. The clan can make you strong, daughter ... train to be a fighter, and the next time you have an opportunity such as this, you will need no backup to carry out your heart's desire." She leaves out the bit that the clan is haphazard and disorganized as yet, as that bit of information does not need to be broadcast to Bhata ...
With her mother's words on one side and Bhata's on the other, she can only think to jump forward, reveal her claws and give a furious swipe directly at Bhata, unexpectedly. Her ears are suddenly pushed back and her body crouched down, backing up afterwards so that she may evade an attack from him. There's a chance she may not have hit him, but her backward retreat is enough insurance for her that she won't get hit either. "Father helped to make the jungle a better place for /our/ kind. To hell with the rest of them. We are at the top of the food chain because we've made it so, and we have a right to expect subordinance and servitude from the lesser creatures!" Backing up to the side of her mother, she continues the side conversation about the new 'clan' that she had such mixed feelings over. "The Ran Garjana will /never/ be the Sakht Nakh, mother.." She says only this, and then focuses again on Bhata.
Bhata growls in pain, as she swips viciously at him, getting it right across the left side of his muzzle...creating a medium set of claw marks, whether they scar or not will be up to the healing process. Bhata does not cray out in pain though not wanting to appear weak to them, he does nothing even as blood flows from his muzzle. He doesn't even stop the minor bleeding just yet. He just stares at his sister. "So what happens when you exterminate everyone, including the prey?" "So your plan is to just exterminate all the predators, and then make the prey species fear you enough that they submit willingly to sacrifice? Do you not see anything wrong with that?" "Why can't we all just live in harmony? There's plenty of land for everyone." "One species doesn't need to rule it all."
Badajiva is irritated with her daughter. Never naysay your clan before the enemy! Doubly so when you just mentioned you wished they were here. She keeps her irritation to herself, however. "Harmony!" she snorts and snarls at Bhata. "Like the harmony you held with your father. You cry about the lives of innocents ... you are far from it! You are nothing but a traitorous murderer! Your blood will spill and your entrails will feed the vultures!"
If the Ran Garjana was in fact her clan, she might not be so apt to insult it. But it is not, and it will never be as far as she is concerned. So let her mother be irritated with her, it'd only make the feelings mutual. Instead of swiping at Bhata again, she instead just snarls and gives a hiss, tucking herself down and backing up further, clearly not in the fighting spirit. "You know /nothing/, Bhata." She growls, insulted at the notion of 'harmony' between other beasts and the tigers.
Bhata says, "I know that we have been at peace for several seasons now, and the animals want it that way. They don't want another war. And I'm going to see to it that there isn't another brutal power-grab by an evil dictator." He glares at Bada. "What I did to Vijayi, had to be done. He was beyond reasoning, beyond control, I may have blood on my paws, but at least my actions were JUSTIFIED unlike the Sakht Nakh's extermination in cold blood and uncaring callousness." He snarls right back. "You may think I'm alone, but I'm not. I have many allies here." He says."
Badajiva grrowls, "We are well familiar with your allies, wolf-lover. The sky coward eagle, the Do-Rakhanaa jackal-lickers ... I bet you've even gone crawling to those Saahasi fleabags still hiding in the mountains! Is that three-legged cripple still hobbling about? The only real problem the Ran Garjana has is figuring out who gets to skin you. There is quite a debate over it! Congratulations, traitor, you are number one on the list. The others will be dealt with when Ran Garjana sees fit."
"Evil dictator?" Dalaja questions, laughing in a mocking way through her question. "That's what you believe he was? You've been brainwashed worse than I thought.. capable only of someone with the intelligence of an insect." Truth be told, she expected Bhata to be a little less talkative and a little more.. brutish. "Before long you'll be nothing more than a blood stain on the jungle floor, and your beloved wolves, jackals, and other 'harmonious' animals will feast on what's left of you."
Bhata growls. "We'll see about that." "Why don't you fight me now..one on one?" He asks his sister? is it because you're too weak...or perhaps you're just to afraid. You always were the weak link in the Sakht Nakh you know." He grins.. "And you always were the ugliest in our little family." He winks at her. "C'mon Sis. what do you say....think you have what it takes to fight your brother? Or you going to chicken out like you always do? At least I HAD The guts to fight my father, and bring down his HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, regime. "So C'mon what you waitin for, are you a tiger or a chicken?" Bhata glares at Bada. "And dont you ever DARE Talk about my friend Gyara, that way. That wolf helped us achieve piece, sacraficing everything he had for the cause. He is an honorable friend!"
All of Bhata's insults toward her personally are disregarded. Dalaja didn't much care about her looks, and she knew that she was never the strongest in the clan when it was around. In fact, she'd always been kind of on the leaner side, but never unhealthy. "You didn't have the guts." Dalaja says, still with her mocking laughter. "All you had was a foolish ideal that the other fools of the jungle agreed with, and they gave you the courage to carry it out, perhaps.. through their brainwashing." But his teasing wouldn't get her to fight, she was smarter than that. "You'll fight me one day, Bhata. And that day will be your last."
Bhata growls. "We'll just see about that miss kitty." "We'll see who is laughing when that day comes." Bhata says nothing more for a few minutes, but then glares at Bada, "Now if you don't mind I have some business to attend to with my associates." He says and struts right by the two heading back up river...."I'm not afraid of YOU or your little pathetic CLAN."
Badajiva gives the traitor a nasty snarling growl as he passes. She turns to her daughter, when Bhata is out of ear-shot and says, "And how are you going to prepare to kill him, Dalaja? You need muscle on your bones. You can hunt and train with Ran Garjana that will put power to your claws, and skill in your attacks. You can succeed where I fell short, avenge your father's death and lead tigers to a glorious future."
As much as she hated to admit it, her mother was right. She was, and would be in no shape to fight with Bhata unless she bulked up at least a little bit, and trained harder and harder every day, until she was able to kill a full grown tiger by herself. Cubs were no problem for her, but they were no problem for anything. Perhaps she should visit with Dushta again.. even if she'd hate it. And she would. She'd /really/ hate it. But for her mother, and for her father, she would do that much. Ignoring Bhata's childlike insults as he leaves, she nods to her mother, and begins to trod off back toward the darkness of the jungle, most likely off to search for Dushta, or even that Rakta character she hated just as much.