Post by Zadkiel // Ooru on Jun 22, 2015 0:56:12 GMT
(Hello! The first part is done! Any thing bold and underlined is the elder speaking)
Introduction: Imagine you are a young cub. You are on your way to visit the elder with your brother. You've heard that the elder tells amazing stories! The elder welcomes you and you're brother with a small flick of an ear, then begins to speak...
(Let me know what you thought if this! There will be more to come soon! Sorry for making it so short! I'll try to make the next part longer!)
Introduction: Imagine you are a young cub. You are on your way to visit the elder with your brother. You've heard that the elder tells amazing stories! The elder welcomes you and you're brother with a small flick of an ear, then begins to speak...
Prologue
Why hello young cubs! You've come to listen to an old elder's tale, eh? Well I have one that I think you will like. Stop poking his tail, or I won't tell you the story! You settled down yet? Ah, there, now the story starts like this...
Dark clouds covered the moon and the stars. Snowflakes drifted lazily in the freezing air, landing lightly on the smooth, snowy blanket of the mountains. Everything was silent--so silent that one could almost hear the snowflakes landing. The world seemed to be in slow motion, almost transfixed after the wild blizzard that had blown through earlier in the day. Midnight was approaching, making it even darker. The mountains seemed dead...spiritless... One would think there was nothing to be found in this deadly stillness, but if they looked harder, they would find that it is very much alive.
Two dark figures struggled through the deep snow. They made little conversation, as talking would waste their energy. The only thing that could be heard from the creatures was the crunch of snow under their paws, and the growling of their empty stomachs. One of the figures was large and had a golden pelt. He had darker speckles up his legs, and along his cheek bones. His once muscular body was thin. The male's ribs showed through his thick fur. He had blazing blue eyes, and long fangs coming from his upper mouth. The other figure was a lot smaller. She had a snowy white pelt, and dazzling red eyes. Her fur was long, but not long enough to keep out the cold. It was harder to tell that she was starving as well as the male in front of her because of her stomach full of cubs. The female's fangs were a lot shorter than the male's. Icicles hung from both of the smilodons as they slowly made their way to Lazarus Peninsula.
They had heard of the peninsula. It was rich with elk herds, many prides that they could join, and multiple places for them to stay and watch their cubs grow. The two of them had been traveling from their homeland for a lot of reasons. The main reason was because one of the prides grew to have too much power. The pride refused to let females have cubs without testing the new members' strength. If the cubs were to fail, they would either be killed or thrown out. The smilodons didn't want their cubs to live in a world where only the strongest survived. They wanted their children to be loved no matter what they looked like, or how much they depended on their parents.
Suddenly, the golden saber cat stopped. He twisted his head around to look at the female. "Ivey, we have to stop soon. There might be a few snow hares somewhere around here."
"No, Jaareh. I refuse to have our cubs in this unforgiving land!" Ivey stomped her forepaw for emphasis.
"If we starve, our cubs will never see the daylight." Jaareh led his mate to a sheltered rock.
Ivey let out a sigh and settled down after Jaareh cleared away most of the snow. A sharp pain shook the albino saber's body. "No, it can't be time...you little ones have to wait until we make it to Lazarus." She whispered, licking her swollen stomach with a small swipe of her tongue. Ivey watched as Jaareh limped off in search of prey. Once he had disappeared behind the jagged rocks in the distance, Ivey gasped in pain when something jabbed her from the inside. Her cubs were coming, they weren't going to be patient any longer.
The white pelted smilodon set her head on the ground, and scratched at the bare rock under her. Ivey yowled as pain gripped her in cruel talons. Her vision blurred. It seemed like hours before three little cubs were born. Two of the little smilodons where golden like their father, while one was pure white. It was rare for Ivey to see a three cub litter. The last one to come to the world was small and weak. It was hardly moving now. The only way to tell that it was alive was the small rise and fall of its chest.
Ivey felt a strong fondness for the smallest cub. It looked a lot like its father with almost the exact same markings. The only thing that was different was a large speckle shaped almost like a crescent moon on its shoulder. "Hello little ones. Welcome to the world." Ivey sniffed at each of them, "Hmm, two females and one male."
Ivey focused on the smallest of the three--the only male. He was on the edge of death, but his mother could see a spark of strength within the tiny body. Then, terrible dread surged through the female. She felt as though something bad was going to happen. She had to hide her cubs! Ivey picked up her son gently between her teeth, and looked around for a safe spot to hide her beloved children. She found a crack between two large boulders just large enough for all of her cubs to hide. Ivey pushed her cub between the boulders, then limped back to her daughters. She froze when she saw Jaareh looking down at them.
"You had the cubs..." There was something different about the male. A wild gleam sparkled in his eyes.
Ivey took a step forward, standing over the little sabers. "Yes, they didn't want to wait until we made it to the peninsula."
"There was nothing....no prey at all...we might starve before we even make it past these mountains." Jaareh nudged the white cub with a harsh paw. "But then again, sometimes the prey jumps right into your paws..."
Ivey felt the fur on her shoulders bristle. She felt uneasy around her mate. A starving smilodon could be a dangerous smilodon. "What are you saying?" She whispered, already knowing the answer a moment after she spoke.
"We're going to have to eat the cubs to survive..." He took his wild gaze away from the cubs and looked into the albino smilodon's red eyes.
"You're mad! There's no way I'm going to let you eat our cubs!" Ivey growled. She never thought a saber cat could be so hungry....that he would suggest eating his own kind.
"I'm not mad, I'm really smart if you think about it..." He narrowed his eyes, his stomach growled loudly. Saliva dripped from his jaws. Suddenly, Jaareh lashed out on his mate, and hit her in the head with a heavy paw.
Ivey fell to one side, surprise flooding through her. She looked up to see the golden male break their daughter's necks. "No!" Her claws slid out, and she lunged at Jaareh.
He twisted his head around, cub blood staining the fur around his muzzle. His lips were drawn back in a menacing snarl. This wasn't the same smilodon Ivey once knew...something inside of him broke. "My prey!" Jaareh swiped claws down his mate's face, leaving long scratches.
"I never want to see you again! You're a monster!" Blood flowed over Ivey's eyes as she whipped around, and headed toward the rocks where she had hidden her son. She felt shocked more than she felt weak after her birthing. "How could someone turn cannibal? It's just...wrong..." The female pulled her son out from between the boulders. Her heart stopped when she saw that he wasn't breathing. "I-I can't lose you too! Please!" Ivey wailed.
The cub suddenly let out a loud squeak, and started to squirm toward her. The white saber lied down beside the great rocks, and pulled the cub closer to her with a gentle paw. He immediately began to suckle. There wasn't much for him to eat, but there would be enough for him to live through the rest of the night. Ivey licked at his golden fur, speaking softly between strokes. "You will be known as Cadi. Your name describes how lucky you are to be alive right now."
This is how the legend of Cadi the Lucky starts. He wasn't born with strength. He wasn't born with knowledge. He wasn't even supposed to live. No one would have thought the little runt would one day keep Lazarus Peninsula from being thrown into the paws of evil. How did he do it? Why? These questions will be answered soon enough. Now settle down, listen. This is a story that has been told for generation upon generation. Some things have been forgotten with time, but most has been remembered. Tell this legend to your cubs, and your cubs' cubs. It has a valuable lesson that all should listen to....Hey! What did I say about jabbing his tail?
Why hello young cubs! You've come to listen to an old elder's tale, eh? Well I have one that I think you will like. Stop poking his tail, or I won't tell you the story! You settled down yet? Ah, there, now the story starts like this...
Dark clouds covered the moon and the stars. Snowflakes drifted lazily in the freezing air, landing lightly on the smooth, snowy blanket of the mountains. Everything was silent--so silent that one could almost hear the snowflakes landing. The world seemed to be in slow motion, almost transfixed after the wild blizzard that had blown through earlier in the day. Midnight was approaching, making it even darker. The mountains seemed dead...spiritless... One would think there was nothing to be found in this deadly stillness, but if they looked harder, they would find that it is very much alive.
Two dark figures struggled through the deep snow. They made little conversation, as talking would waste their energy. The only thing that could be heard from the creatures was the crunch of snow under their paws, and the growling of their empty stomachs. One of the figures was large and had a golden pelt. He had darker speckles up his legs, and along his cheek bones. His once muscular body was thin. The male's ribs showed through his thick fur. He had blazing blue eyes, and long fangs coming from his upper mouth. The other figure was a lot smaller. She had a snowy white pelt, and dazzling red eyes. Her fur was long, but not long enough to keep out the cold. It was harder to tell that she was starving as well as the male in front of her because of her stomach full of cubs. The female's fangs were a lot shorter than the male's. Icicles hung from both of the smilodons as they slowly made their way to Lazarus Peninsula.
They had heard of the peninsula. It was rich with elk herds, many prides that they could join, and multiple places for them to stay and watch their cubs grow. The two of them had been traveling from their homeland for a lot of reasons. The main reason was because one of the prides grew to have too much power. The pride refused to let females have cubs without testing the new members' strength. If the cubs were to fail, they would either be killed or thrown out. The smilodons didn't want their cubs to live in a world where only the strongest survived. They wanted their children to be loved no matter what they looked like, or how much they depended on their parents.
Suddenly, the golden saber cat stopped. He twisted his head around to look at the female. "Ivey, we have to stop soon. There might be a few snow hares somewhere around here."
"No, Jaareh. I refuse to have our cubs in this unforgiving land!" Ivey stomped her forepaw for emphasis.
"If we starve, our cubs will never see the daylight." Jaareh led his mate to a sheltered rock.
Ivey let out a sigh and settled down after Jaareh cleared away most of the snow. A sharp pain shook the albino saber's body. "No, it can't be time...you little ones have to wait until we make it to Lazarus." She whispered, licking her swollen stomach with a small swipe of her tongue. Ivey watched as Jaareh limped off in search of prey. Once he had disappeared behind the jagged rocks in the distance, Ivey gasped in pain when something jabbed her from the inside. Her cubs were coming, they weren't going to be patient any longer.
The white pelted smilodon set her head on the ground, and scratched at the bare rock under her. Ivey yowled as pain gripped her in cruel talons. Her vision blurred. It seemed like hours before three little cubs were born. Two of the little smilodons where golden like their father, while one was pure white. It was rare for Ivey to see a three cub litter. The last one to come to the world was small and weak. It was hardly moving now. The only way to tell that it was alive was the small rise and fall of its chest.
Ivey felt a strong fondness for the smallest cub. It looked a lot like its father with almost the exact same markings. The only thing that was different was a large speckle shaped almost like a crescent moon on its shoulder. "Hello little ones. Welcome to the world." Ivey sniffed at each of them, "Hmm, two females and one male."
Ivey focused on the smallest of the three--the only male. He was on the edge of death, but his mother could see a spark of strength within the tiny body. Then, terrible dread surged through the female. She felt as though something bad was going to happen. She had to hide her cubs! Ivey picked up her son gently between her teeth, and looked around for a safe spot to hide her beloved children. She found a crack between two large boulders just large enough for all of her cubs to hide. Ivey pushed her cub between the boulders, then limped back to her daughters. She froze when she saw Jaareh looking down at them.
"You had the cubs..." There was something different about the male. A wild gleam sparkled in his eyes.
Ivey took a step forward, standing over the little sabers. "Yes, they didn't want to wait until we made it to the peninsula."
"There was nothing....no prey at all...we might starve before we even make it past these mountains." Jaareh nudged the white cub with a harsh paw. "But then again, sometimes the prey jumps right into your paws..."
Ivey felt the fur on her shoulders bristle. She felt uneasy around her mate. A starving smilodon could be a dangerous smilodon. "What are you saying?" She whispered, already knowing the answer a moment after she spoke.
"We're going to have to eat the cubs to survive..." He took his wild gaze away from the cubs and looked into the albino smilodon's red eyes.
"You're mad! There's no way I'm going to let you eat our cubs!" Ivey growled. She never thought a saber cat could be so hungry....that he would suggest eating his own kind.
"I'm not mad, I'm really smart if you think about it..." He narrowed his eyes, his stomach growled loudly. Saliva dripped from his jaws. Suddenly, Jaareh lashed out on his mate, and hit her in the head with a heavy paw.
Ivey fell to one side, surprise flooding through her. She looked up to see the golden male break their daughter's necks. "No!" Her claws slid out, and she lunged at Jaareh.
He twisted his head around, cub blood staining the fur around his muzzle. His lips were drawn back in a menacing snarl. This wasn't the same smilodon Ivey once knew...something inside of him broke. "My prey!" Jaareh swiped claws down his mate's face, leaving long scratches.
"I never want to see you again! You're a monster!" Blood flowed over Ivey's eyes as she whipped around, and headed toward the rocks where she had hidden her son. She felt shocked more than she felt weak after her birthing. "How could someone turn cannibal? It's just...wrong..." The female pulled her son out from between the boulders. Her heart stopped when she saw that he wasn't breathing. "I-I can't lose you too! Please!" Ivey wailed.
The cub suddenly let out a loud squeak, and started to squirm toward her. The white saber lied down beside the great rocks, and pulled the cub closer to her with a gentle paw. He immediately began to suckle. There wasn't much for him to eat, but there would be enough for him to live through the rest of the night. Ivey licked at his golden fur, speaking softly between strokes. "You will be known as Cadi. Your name describes how lucky you are to be alive right now."
This is how the legend of Cadi the Lucky starts. He wasn't born with strength. He wasn't born with knowledge. He wasn't even supposed to live. No one would have thought the little runt would one day keep Lazarus Peninsula from being thrown into the paws of evil. How did he do it? Why? These questions will be answered soon enough. Now settle down, listen. This is a story that has been told for generation upon generation. Some things have been forgotten with time, but most has been remembered. Tell this legend to your cubs, and your cubs' cubs. It has a valuable lesson that all should listen to....Hey! What did I say about jabbing his tail?
(Let me know what you thought if this! There will be more to come soon! Sorry for making it so short! I'll try to make the next part longer!)
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