Who is Mistress afraid?
Asked litter sister to her older brother, feeling the fear roll off of Atarah in thick waves.
Let's just say it was a good thing that the little leapord could hold her head.
Becuase she beleives that Master more powerful, like momma, and will keep her safe. Lepaord cubs.
As her mother lunged ahead, she resisted the urge to join in, but at just that point, someone had tried to kill Atarah.
Her Atarah, Mistress.
With an angry yowl, she lept on them, sharp claws out and baby fangs bared, hair on end and spitting all the while.
His face was suddenly disformed, with scratches everywhere, and he couldn't see partly because of blood, and partly because of a furry body.
Move, Niroku!
She heard a snarl, and twisted free as her mother barreled into the man, effectivly killing him.
Be more careful, darling.
Was all she said, before the Great Cat was back in the frey.
She took stock carefully, fur blending with the sand as she looked around, despretly trying to find a stable rock.
Kei was surrounded by 6 bandits, but was managing well besides a long gash across his shoulder and shoulder blades.
Momma was advancing on one, snarling, and Miroku was at Kei's heels, defending him best he was able to.
But where was...
MISTRESS!!
The cub scrambled around, following the girl up the sand dune, yowling a warning loud enough for her to hear, fear, panic, and warning in the little voice.
Kei, who heard it, whipped around, effectivly killing another person with a slice, and staring in horror at the blood covering her back.
Niroku was kicked aside, and Montrosse went to him, purely pissed now.
The kitten, despite the soild ache in her ribs, scrambled up, limping as fast as she could on three legs up to Atarah, where the bandit was raising his sword with a vicious grin on his lips for the final blow.
"Ahh..."
Was the last sound he ever made.
As the bandit's body fell slowly over, with a blade coming out of his chest, Kei came into view, with a long thin scratch on his cheek, the hood having been cut completely off, bleeding from various places on his body, running up the sand dune with murder on his face.
He had thrown the blade, a long 14 in. dagger that he kept in his boot, and he thanked the stars that he had took so much time to learn how to do that fast enough.
Niroku, who had cracked her rip, and broken her paw, finished limping up, her first worry the girl that she had decided was her Mistress.
As a Great Cat, they needed Mistresses to take care of, and her brother had Kei, so she would guard Atarah.
Her spotted face thrust itself in hers, and she mewled, making sure that she was all right, leaving her mother to guard Kei's feet as he took up the attack position over her body.
However, it seemed that they were quite done.
The Leader had perished by Kei's sword, but about 7 of them still lived, and they ran off.
Any other time, he would have gone after them, but now he had proiorities.
"What the hell is your problem?"
Finally lowering his sowrd, he turned around, and immeditaly went down on his knees, seeing the sand coverd scratch, a bit of bone showing in the center of her back.
"Oye.. We need to wash this. Can you move?"
[Sorry about the wait.]
