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(This post was last modified: October 08, 2018, 04:41:09 PM by Kobolt.)

OOC: Set in what was Stoneclaw. Open to any ex-Stoneclaw characters, sabers or anyone who can tell Kobolt what happened here - I figure it is probably general knowledge round these parts.


Home.

It had been so long since he had last sought out this place. He had left in anger and his bitterness had been little abated since that day. No one likes to feel dispensable and easily replaceable after all. His father, and his fathers before him, had been kings, but his mother Coatl had been a lowly concubine. A growl flickered in his throat. After Coatl his father had taken a new mate, Requiem, and named her Queen, even siring a new litter with her. Where did that leave him? Was he a Prince? Or some illegitimate offshoot? He wasn't looking forward to seeing Her again, Queen Requiem, or her brats for that matter, but his sister Mayan had always held a warm place in his heart, even if they did not see eye to eye about the aforementioned Queen. It was for her he was bothering with this visit. 

Something snapped beneath his large paw, the sound breaking his chain of thought, he looked down... An arrow? The feathers were old and tattered, the shaft brittle, but flint head was still wickedly sharp. Humans? He sniffed the air. It was hot and still, the earth baked and dusty beneath his paws. There was no scent of man... Or saber for that matter. He looked around, green eyes scanning his surroundings; rolling grassland, shrubby thickets and spindly trees. Nothing moved. He began to realise with a creeping feeling of disquiet that no one had challenged him. Where were the sentries? Unease gnawed at him as he picked up his pace, ears pricked, fur raised, whiskers quivering. 

Something was not right here.

He had planned a meandering route, a nostalgic tour around his old haunts before a stiff family visit and making himself scarce again, but now he he went straight for the dens. There was something strange going on and he needed to know what; there was bound to be someone there who could tell him. 

As he approached the dens, marked by a rocky outcrop, his heart sank. They were quite clearly abandoned, they were over all grown, the grass between reached nearly as tall as he did and thick twists of brambles clawed as him as he passed. Outside one of the dens bright red lilies, the royal flowers that marked it as the Kings den, bloomed like a blood stain. He ran up to it and looked inside only to be greeted by gloom and damp. The bedding was rotting, the walls wet with water and green slime, and part of the roof had collapsed inwards. No one had slept there in a long time.

Where was everyone?

He backed out the den, heart beating anxiously, and raced to the top of the stoney out crop and looked out, eyes narrowed against the sun, trying to pierce the heat haze. Nothing moved. "MAYAN?" He shouted desperately. "MAYAN? HELLO! ANYBODY?!" He had always thought they would be here waiting for him, he could come and go as he pleased and boring old Stoneclaw would be here waiting. But now... No... Surely not...

What had happened here?


Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

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There was always good pickings to be had after a forest fire, for a crow anyway. Beneath the layer of burnt grass, the new grass buds and soft shoots of plants trying to renew were lying in wait to be eaten. What a feast that usually was, and this time was no exception. It came with a served side of nostalgia however, as Kahleb was familiar with the surroundings (though now the land looked quite different due to the fire and all). The land had once been the home of a pride of cats called Stoneclaw. Kahleb remembered this, specifically because he had delivered a few messages for their king back when he'd just started on the message delivering service. Word traveled fast among the bird folk, and the crow had been so sad to hear of Stoneclaw's fate that he'd wanted to see it for himself. What a sad sight it was... but just as all things were, others would come to be. Perhaps another clan would establish here once the forest grew back? Or perhaps the neighboring humans would build a village here? Opportunities were abound for the future of the land. For the moment though, it was quite deserted... there wasn't a cat around.

"HELLO! ANYBODY?!"

Scratch that... there was ONE cat still around it seemed. Sending a loud "CAW" to the skies, Kahleb stretched his wings and took off in the direction of the stranger's call. What he spotted was a cat indeed. The crow landed on a nearby tree, who had died from the heat of the fire and was almost as black as his feathers, but somehow miraculously still stood among the abandoned dens of the old Stoneclaw lands. Kahleb observed the cat for a moment, to try and see exactly what he was doing in a place like this alone. He seemed distraught, and lost... or... perhaps looking for someone? Ah... looking for the clan perhaps? It was true that news between land dwellers didn't travel as fast as it did among the bird folk. And also, perhaps they were a little less prone to gossip than his kind was. Stretching his wings, Kahleb tried to get the great feline's attention.

"Hello! My name's Kahleb! Are you looking for something?"

He'd tip his head to the side then back upright and on to the side again as bird were often seen to do while he observed the fellow. He seemed familiar somehow... was it those green eyes? They reminded him of the kind king who's messages he'd sent. Oh.... what was his name again? He couldn't remember. Oh that was going to bother him all day now. It was almost on the tip of his tongue. How stupid was that.... uhm... si... no.... sar.... no.... it was something short and simple but he couldn't for the life of him remember it. Oh bother. This guy probably wouldn't know who he was referring to anyway.

"You seem familiar. Are you from Stoneclaw by any chance?"

If he responded in kind, then the crow would fluff his feathers and look around a bit uncomfortably.
Boy, would he have some bad news to deliver....


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Ashes and dust.

The smell of carbon and burnt timber wafted up to him from the plains and forest below and for the first time he took in the scale of the destruction, the tradgedy and raw power that has swept through his home. You should have been here. The reprimad came from his own mind along with a surge of guilt. He'd gone and left Mayan alone, he'd said she was fine and that they had all made it clear they didn't need him. What could I have done? He shot back at the thought with a flicker of a growl. Something. Came the inevitable reply. Something.

He stepped back and felt a crunch under his paw, he lifted his foot gingerly and peered at the crush remains of a tiny skull, heart suddenly in his throat, lead in his stomach. It was a rat. He let out the smallest sigh of relief and hung his head. Only a rat. His imagination still rippled with the worst case secnario but he took a steadying breath, he was realising now that despite the heat he was cold and his legs were trembling. Shock was taking over. No home. No family. No one. He liked to think himself free, unfettered by those mundane bonds and responsiblties that bound others. Now he knew he was as tightly tangled in those threads as any other puppet.

"Hello! My name's Kahleb! Are you looking for something?"

Hello.

A voice, a sound. He wasn't alone. His head snapped up. "Yes! Hello?" It was no saber but it was something. He turned desperately towards the words and at first failed to make out where they were coming from but stumbled towards them like a blind man. "Hello?" The crows black feathers against charcoaled bark blended so perfectly. When he finally could make out who had spoken he bounded to the foot of the tree, paws skidding on the powdered remains of his home, and looked up, green eyes wide and still searching, though for answers now.

"You seem familiar. Are you from Stoneclaw by any chance?"

"Yes! Yes! I am!" He had never said yes so many times in his life. Generally he was surly and disagreeable and liked to give mono-sylabic answers to most questions just to piss the asker off. Right now however he was lost in a desert of confusion and panic and the crow seemed like an oasis, a fountain of knowledge. "Where is everyone? What happened? How'd it get burned?!" He garbled rattling of question after question, hardly pausing for breath. "Do you know Mayan? She's the Queen, is, or was, or - Please you have to tell me what you know." The crow didn't have to do anything, but for once in his life he was begging, pleading. Right now he'd even have been pleased to see Her and that was saying something.


Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

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