Post by Sudhir on Oct 9, 2010 23:23:51 GMT -7
Starring:
Rakta - Male Tiger
Dalaja - Female Tiger
Setting:
Sunlit Jungle
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It hasn't been too terribly long since Dalaja's last encounter with Dushta, but in that time she hasn't come into contact with any of her species. But to this tigress, it was a good thing. The less contact she had with others, the better. Only a handful of them deserved to talk to her anyay. This evening, the air is muggy and the sky is dark, and within only moments of her reaching the thick canopy-covered jungle, it begins to rain. Thunder booms and lightning cracks, and the rain falls rather harshly on the landscape and along her pelt. Ignoring it mostly, she only gives her head a slight shake when drops of water fall from a leaf onto her nose, but otherwise, she is as silent and stealthy as ever, walking through the jungle at a normal pace to get to a sheltered area.
Rakta might be worthy, he might not be. The Murchati of the Ran Garjana is out. And he's alone. He doesn't mind, he's certainly one able to take care of himself. And, rain or shine, he has things to do, thus, all this darned water isn't stopping him one bit. He's still got one more tiger to find. He hopes to have somewhat more of a productive meeting with a certain tigress. IT's hard to track in a rainstorm, but that's just what Rakta's like, he doesn't care. He'll do it even if it takes him weeks, to track down someone.
Unfortunately for Rakta, it'd be quite a chore to find Dalaja, on a good day. Fortunately for him though, today was a bad day. Except for the rain, which could easily at least make her trail harder to follow. Given that she's so small in her size, she slinks between the plants a bit easier than others of normal, and bigger size would have a little difficulty with, and she's quieter than most. A good thing for her, not a good thing for him. But a sudden flash of orange does catch her attention, and a growl is emitted from the tigress. "Show yourself." She demands, tail swaying idly behind her. )
Rakta stops. He thinks he may have found the lioness. He suspects meeting strength with strength is the best way to approach this tigress. So, he growls, threateningly, making it in no uncertain terms he doesn't take demands lightly. "You dare order the Murchati of the Ran Garjana what to do?" Rakta says, making sure his tone is that of indignant anger.
The returned growl has her ears tucking back, her tail thrashing more irritably now. Wrinkling her muzzle, she shows her teeth at the stranger, and lets out a hiss. Clearly, she doesn't it when others try to intimidate her, either. "Your status in some half-worthy clan means nothing to me, stranger."
"Half-worthy?" scoffs Rakta, this time his tone is amused. All of this is 'engineered' even his tone. "Seemed worthy enough for your mother, who seems to have joined the Ran Garjana." Then he adds in the last screw, "After all, through the Ran Garjana, she could perhaps even see hope of turning things around after the injustice the traitor against the Sakht Nakh committed that caused such a tremendous loss of the kind of tigers we both no doubt could have made use of."
"Yes, /half/-worthy." Dalaja responds, not phased by all the rest that he says. "My mother's affiliations have little to do with me." She says, lifting her head and shaking her pelt to get a good amount of loose rain-drop water off. Then, a laugh. "Nothing that you or your mutation-friendly clan can do will bring even a shred of the Sakht Nakh back. Your leader is already an embarassment to whatever you're trying to accomplish."
"My 'leader' is a pawn." Rakta says calmly, this time genuinely amused. "You don't honestly think I would hand over control of my own clan without the strings to pull, would you? Dushta is a figurehead to take the attention off the Ran Garjana's true leader. I have no plan to bring the Sakht Nakh back, we are the Ran Garjana. If that old clan was too weak to stand against an unorganized rabble like the Do-Rakhanaa then they deserved what they got." Sure, that's probably the OPPOSITE thing the female wants to hear. But Rakta's a brilliant strategist. His pieces are moving about the females. "So here you are, moping over something gone forever when you can influence things into something better. Or perhaps all you wish is revenge, it matters not to me. But I do know potential remains only potential while unspent... weak. The fact you consider Dushta inferior intrigues me and we might have use for you. The choice is yours. The Ran Garjana can be a good ally for you. But, make no mistake, we can make an even worse enemy than the Do-Rakhanaa." Yes. That *was* a threat in no uncertain way.
By now, Rakta had already gotten on the tigress' bad side. Not that it was a hard feat to accomplish. In fact, he was on her bad side from the very beginning. Further and further, her opinion of him went down the drain. A shame really, considering that he was a shining example of the beauty of their species. Dalaja was unimpressed with his attitude, however. The fact that he so bluntly claimed that Dushta was merely a pawn drove her to growl menacingly, and tuck herself down in the foliage, looking as if she was ready to pounce. Not that she was defending him, but this one was clearly a traitor to his own clan. First though, she'd address his other concerns. "The Sakht Nakh was overwhelmed by not only tigers, but numerous other beasts who held their strength together for a common goal. When the whole jungle wants you dead, it's easy to fall." She says through her growls, though she will admit that she finds the defeat of her father's great clan to be an embarassment as well as a tragedy. "I would never align myself with your clan. From what I've heard, you have no great plan of action to restore the jungle to it's prior glory that my father was able to create, if only for a short time. You have no reason for forming, you and your clan are a disgrace." His threat didn't concern her in the least, either. She may look frail, but the tigress had determination. If it was a fight he wanted, he'd get one, albeit she hoped not. "And you are no better than the traitor that killed Vijayi."
"You still don't get it. Dushta was put in his place by *me.*" Rakta says, "It's not treason to remove someone you never considered part of your clan in the first place." More and more Rakta wished he never did that. As for a plan, he'd *like* one once the Ran Garjana are more solidly rooted. "You want our help for revenge to finish off the ones who killed your father, or don't you? I doubt you could manage any of it yourself."
"It's foolish to put someone in the place of a leader if you don't wish for them to be leader.. especially someone like him. He seems to think very highly of himself, and I think you'll find removing him from leadership to be more difficult than you thought." Again, it might seem as if she was defening the black tiger, but she was not. She hated him as well, for his color and for his cockiness. "I've given you my answer, /Murchati/. There is one clan I would swear my life to, and it is gone." Straightening back out, she turned herself around, ready to turn her back on him much like she did with Dushta. "Besides, there is only one that I wish to seek revenge on, if you wish to call it that, and I don't need a clan of unruly, murderous, inferior excuses for tigers to do that."
"You mean, Bhata?" Rakta says. "I admit Dushta was my mistake. It'll be dealt with soon enough. But I don't see a lone tigress prevailing against either of them. However, I have a good idea what to expect from them personally. Even their apparent love for a certain jackal. If you don't wish to join me, information would suffice."
The mention of Bhata has the tigress on edge, definitely. However, she isn't stupid. Giving away how eager she is to kill Bhata to someone else that she disfavored this much could only end badly, blackmail of sorts. "What do you expect that a lone tigress knows, then?" She asks with a mocking laugh, fully turning her frame around and beginning to walk away, shaking her pelt out again, hoping to splash him with some of the droplets.
"Don't play dumb." Rakta says, "You're a terrible actor. Brute force approach to one's enemies, while certainly entertaining and perhaps expedient, is almost a certain way to failure. Strong opposition requires a support network of some type."
Growling more in annoyance than actual anger this time, she turns her head back and glares at him. "And what do you think, Murchati? That I know anything about the group my brother aligned himself with? I know nothing of the Do-Rakhana, and it isn't as if I'm on friendly terms with Bhata, either." A definite exaggeration. "The closest 'ally' that I have, if you wish to call her that, is my mother. And as you've said, you've met her. You have no use for me in your.. clan."
"Suit yourself. Enjoy accomplishing nothing, here." Rakta says, then turns and begins to stroll casually back for the Ran Garjana meeting grounds.
"I'll accomplish something." She mutters to herself, and turns her head forward yet again to walk away into the dark shelter of the jungle, away from the rain.
Rakta - Male Tiger
Dalaja - Female Tiger
Setting:
Sunlit Jungle
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It hasn't been too terribly long since Dalaja's last encounter with Dushta, but in that time she hasn't come into contact with any of her species. But to this tigress, it was a good thing. The less contact she had with others, the better. Only a handful of them deserved to talk to her anyay. This evening, the air is muggy and the sky is dark, and within only moments of her reaching the thick canopy-covered jungle, it begins to rain. Thunder booms and lightning cracks, and the rain falls rather harshly on the landscape and along her pelt. Ignoring it mostly, she only gives her head a slight shake when drops of water fall from a leaf onto her nose, but otherwise, she is as silent and stealthy as ever, walking through the jungle at a normal pace to get to a sheltered area.
Rakta might be worthy, he might not be. The Murchati of the Ran Garjana is out. And he's alone. He doesn't mind, he's certainly one able to take care of himself. And, rain or shine, he has things to do, thus, all this darned water isn't stopping him one bit. He's still got one more tiger to find. He hopes to have somewhat more of a productive meeting with a certain tigress. IT's hard to track in a rainstorm, but that's just what Rakta's like, he doesn't care. He'll do it even if it takes him weeks, to track down someone.
Unfortunately for Rakta, it'd be quite a chore to find Dalaja, on a good day. Fortunately for him though, today was a bad day. Except for the rain, which could easily at least make her trail harder to follow. Given that she's so small in her size, she slinks between the plants a bit easier than others of normal, and bigger size would have a little difficulty with, and she's quieter than most. A good thing for her, not a good thing for him. But a sudden flash of orange does catch her attention, and a growl is emitted from the tigress. "Show yourself." She demands, tail swaying idly behind her. )
Rakta stops. He thinks he may have found the lioness. He suspects meeting strength with strength is the best way to approach this tigress. So, he growls, threateningly, making it in no uncertain terms he doesn't take demands lightly. "You dare order the Murchati of the Ran Garjana what to do?" Rakta says, making sure his tone is that of indignant anger.
The returned growl has her ears tucking back, her tail thrashing more irritably now. Wrinkling her muzzle, she shows her teeth at the stranger, and lets out a hiss. Clearly, she doesn't it when others try to intimidate her, either. "Your status in some half-worthy clan means nothing to me, stranger."
"Half-worthy?" scoffs Rakta, this time his tone is amused. All of this is 'engineered' even his tone. "Seemed worthy enough for your mother, who seems to have joined the Ran Garjana." Then he adds in the last screw, "After all, through the Ran Garjana, she could perhaps even see hope of turning things around after the injustice the traitor against the Sakht Nakh committed that caused such a tremendous loss of the kind of tigers we both no doubt could have made use of."
"Yes, /half/-worthy." Dalaja responds, not phased by all the rest that he says. "My mother's affiliations have little to do with me." She says, lifting her head and shaking her pelt to get a good amount of loose rain-drop water off. Then, a laugh. "Nothing that you or your mutation-friendly clan can do will bring even a shred of the Sakht Nakh back. Your leader is already an embarassment to whatever you're trying to accomplish."
"My 'leader' is a pawn." Rakta says calmly, this time genuinely amused. "You don't honestly think I would hand over control of my own clan without the strings to pull, would you? Dushta is a figurehead to take the attention off the Ran Garjana's true leader. I have no plan to bring the Sakht Nakh back, we are the Ran Garjana. If that old clan was too weak to stand against an unorganized rabble like the Do-Rakhanaa then they deserved what they got." Sure, that's probably the OPPOSITE thing the female wants to hear. But Rakta's a brilliant strategist. His pieces are moving about the females. "So here you are, moping over something gone forever when you can influence things into something better. Or perhaps all you wish is revenge, it matters not to me. But I do know potential remains only potential while unspent... weak. The fact you consider Dushta inferior intrigues me and we might have use for you. The choice is yours. The Ran Garjana can be a good ally for you. But, make no mistake, we can make an even worse enemy than the Do-Rakhanaa." Yes. That *was* a threat in no uncertain way.
By now, Rakta had already gotten on the tigress' bad side. Not that it was a hard feat to accomplish. In fact, he was on her bad side from the very beginning. Further and further, her opinion of him went down the drain. A shame really, considering that he was a shining example of the beauty of their species. Dalaja was unimpressed with his attitude, however. The fact that he so bluntly claimed that Dushta was merely a pawn drove her to growl menacingly, and tuck herself down in the foliage, looking as if she was ready to pounce. Not that she was defending him, but this one was clearly a traitor to his own clan. First though, she'd address his other concerns. "The Sakht Nakh was overwhelmed by not only tigers, but numerous other beasts who held their strength together for a common goal. When the whole jungle wants you dead, it's easy to fall." She says through her growls, though she will admit that she finds the defeat of her father's great clan to be an embarassment as well as a tragedy. "I would never align myself with your clan. From what I've heard, you have no great plan of action to restore the jungle to it's prior glory that my father was able to create, if only for a short time. You have no reason for forming, you and your clan are a disgrace." His threat didn't concern her in the least, either. She may look frail, but the tigress had determination. If it was a fight he wanted, he'd get one, albeit she hoped not. "And you are no better than the traitor that killed Vijayi."
"You still don't get it. Dushta was put in his place by *me.*" Rakta says, "It's not treason to remove someone you never considered part of your clan in the first place." More and more Rakta wished he never did that. As for a plan, he'd *like* one once the Ran Garjana are more solidly rooted. "You want our help for revenge to finish off the ones who killed your father, or don't you? I doubt you could manage any of it yourself."
"It's foolish to put someone in the place of a leader if you don't wish for them to be leader.. especially someone like him. He seems to think very highly of himself, and I think you'll find removing him from leadership to be more difficult than you thought." Again, it might seem as if she was defening the black tiger, but she was not. She hated him as well, for his color and for his cockiness. "I've given you my answer, /Murchati/. There is one clan I would swear my life to, and it is gone." Straightening back out, she turned herself around, ready to turn her back on him much like she did with Dushta. "Besides, there is only one that I wish to seek revenge on, if you wish to call it that, and I don't need a clan of unruly, murderous, inferior excuses for tigers to do that."
"You mean, Bhata?" Rakta says. "I admit Dushta was my mistake. It'll be dealt with soon enough. But I don't see a lone tigress prevailing against either of them. However, I have a good idea what to expect from them personally. Even their apparent love for a certain jackal. If you don't wish to join me, information would suffice."
The mention of Bhata has the tigress on edge, definitely. However, she isn't stupid. Giving away how eager she is to kill Bhata to someone else that she disfavored this much could only end badly, blackmail of sorts. "What do you expect that a lone tigress knows, then?" She asks with a mocking laugh, fully turning her frame around and beginning to walk away, shaking her pelt out again, hoping to splash him with some of the droplets.
"Don't play dumb." Rakta says, "You're a terrible actor. Brute force approach to one's enemies, while certainly entertaining and perhaps expedient, is almost a certain way to failure. Strong opposition requires a support network of some type."
Growling more in annoyance than actual anger this time, she turns her head back and glares at him. "And what do you think, Murchati? That I know anything about the group my brother aligned himself with? I know nothing of the Do-Rakhana, and it isn't as if I'm on friendly terms with Bhata, either." A definite exaggeration. "The closest 'ally' that I have, if you wish to call her that, is my mother. And as you've said, you've met her. You have no use for me in your.. clan."
"Suit yourself. Enjoy accomplishing nothing, here." Rakta says, then turns and begins to stroll casually back for the Ran Garjana meeting grounds.
"I'll accomplish something." She mutters to herself, and turns her head forward yet again to walk away into the dark shelter of the jungle, away from the rain.