Never Defeated (open)

[kionaochoa]

The sun was hung about mid-way in the clear, periwinkle blue sky, and the biting, earthy scent of pine was pleasant in the female's nostrils. It was neither hot nor cold, but due to the altitude the air was slightly cooler then normal. The faint taste of crisp mountain air made the badger's throat a tad dry.

Kiora was a headstrong, sturdy maid at the age of 15 human years, but behind her eyes lay the mind of a small Dibbun. She thought that, if you rammed yourself against a brick wall, surely it would topple sooner or later. You simply could not just try, fail and leave it at that.

No, you must keep trying until you get what you want. That was the way Kiora's mind worked, and that way it would probably remain the day she died. The badger was not any different from other specimens of her species, save her pale-colored eyes, and had no shortage of brawn.

Kiora paused a moment, her sky-hued irises becoming hidden for a moment as she blinked in the bright sun. She had become separated from her twin as a test of self-efficiency, and was simply wandering and looking for something to do. She could not try and find Ja. That was against the rules.

Kiora was so sure she could do this, she had wandered a little farther then she probably should have. Ha! She thought, smiling childishly and continuing on her way. Who was she to leave any area unexplored? No, this was a new place, and must be scrutinized accordingly.

[Redstripe the Strong]

A massive older badger was sleeping...on his feet. He leaned against his axe and snored peacefully, some vermin lay around him dead. He had fur that was shaggier then usual, longer and more wicked claws. The most unusual feature was the red stripe, where it was supposed to be white, now starting to fade from its bright red to a duller red. He wore dented platemail that had a redstripe painted on the back where his fur would have showed red. This badger was Redstripe the Strong, a kind old warrior who lived his life fighting and hopes to die that way. A kind spirit to anybeast but those who try to bring harm to innocent beasts. He was laughing while he snored at some dream, or maybe a memory.

[Zerstorung]

Off in the nearby woods,k a dark, cloaked figure strode through the woods, causing little noise, except for the occasional snap of twigs. The figure stopped, peering around the glade he was in. There was nothing...Not even the chirping of birds. An unnatural silence, you might say.

[Sen]

Kohl sighed and ran a paw through the fur on his head, tipping his head back so that he could feel the suns warm rays on his face. His foot paws were in clear, trickling stream, and he was sitting down, leaning his back against a moss covered stone. This was the second glade he had come across in his travels, and it was quite peaceful. And quiet. Or was it the third one...? Unwilling to ponder such unnecessary thoughts, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, listening to the chirping of the birds in the canopies. The faint snap of a twig cracked in the distance, and Kohl's eyes instantly flew open, darting around the area.

A dark, cloaked figure stood some yards away from him, glaring piercingly into the glade. Kohl's hand strayed to the hilt of his blade, his sharp, cerulean blue eyes narrowing into small slits. Something didn't sit right with this beast.

[Zerstorung]

The cloaked figure's gaze fell upon Kohl, a pair silver slits meeting Kohl's and one might say that whoever it was had a piercing gaze, seeming to bore into one's mind with a predatory stare. He didn't move, only met the wildcat's gaze, not saying anything.

[Sen]

Kohl raised an eyebrow. If this stranger was attempting to intimidate him, they were doing a poor job. The wildcat stood and stretched leisurely. Just staring at eachother wouldn't solve anything, and Kohl doubted that the beast had a bone to pick with him. Unless they were just asking for trouble. Because Kohl would certainly dish it out.

[Zerstorung]

The stranger shrugged, and continued on his way, that eerie silence following hi. Diavhan never really did have a bone to pick with anybeast. There were exceptions, however.

[Sen]

Kohl tilted his head, both at the sight of the stranger leaving and at a sound that he had heard a few yards away. His ear twitched, and he breathed in a sharp scent in the air. "Something isn't right..." he muttered to himself, allowing hesitation to ease into his skin.