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 Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:12 am
He twitched his ears and watched the small hole where sand was scattered loosely all around. He was to catch the beast? He blinked a looked up at his mother, though he knew he would recive no further help. Slowly he began to slink forward approching the hole slowly, carefully.
He sniffed the ground again, the smell was all around. He dipped his head and peered down into the hole, greeted by only darkness. Frowning he tilted his head and placed his ear closer to the hole. He could hear muffled scratching and an occasional squeek. Above all he could hear a rabbid heartbeat, it knew he was there.
Element of surprise was gone.
With a flick of his tail he laid down on his belly and thrust his paw deep inside, trying to see if it was shallow enough he could reach it. His small arms slid into the hole but with the turns inside couldnt go very far.
He sat and surveyed the hole, thinking, planning. Just how was to he to get the little beast out!
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 3:58 pm
 Silently she watched her son, a slight smirk touching her maw, forepaws crossed as she reclined on the sand. While she was one to fawn over her children, or think of anything they did as cute (one would hope they did nothing -cute-), Kali did take pleasure in her warriors, attempts to stalk, to fight, to see them try and grow with each attempt, to watch them finally succeed.
Yet those were thoughts she kept to herself. In times of training she was more than their mother, she was their leader, an unyielding sergeant. They were to do as she commanded, to listen when she spoke, she would tolerate no less. She did not spare praise when it was warranted, yet there was no sparing punishment either.
"You must be more clever, my son, if you wish to pull the rabbit from it's hole."
It was all the assistance she would offer, if he wished to catch the rabbit he was on his own.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 1:27 am
His ears flicked as he listened to his mother and he nodded quietly. He didnt want to speak even though he knew the rabbit already knew he was there. Something about breaking the silence of the air with his voice seemed...tabboo.
Crimson eyes narrowed as he watched the hole, his tail flicked back and forth as his little mind churned with all the information he had gained. The rabit was safe in its den. The only way to get it out was by sheer force... or to convince the beast that its den was compromised.
He stalked forward and circled the warren slowly, he didnt know if this would work but it was forth a shot.
With a sudden hop he began to bang his paws on the ground near the back of what he supposed would be the den, a few feet away from the entrance. He growled hopped up and down trying to make it seem as if a terrable beast was going to tear into the den from above, but all the while his eyes remained fixed on the entrance.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:21 pm
A smirk, it could certainly never be said her son was not intelligent, or that he did not learn quickly (not that she would have tolerated such words about her children). It was a clever strategy, to drive the rabbit from it's den by creating a disturbance behind or to dig in from above, it was a strategy she may have used.
And thus began the next part of the lesson, every plan had at least one flaw, a flaw that must be recognized and covered or exploited appropriately. For Asmo'koka, there was the risk of jumping too hard, breaking through the sandy earth into the hollow burrow below, becoming trapped as the sand rushed in to fill the opening and thus losing the rabbit. Certainly an adult of her own size would have fallen to such a fault, a cub however was much lighter, and not so likely to fall prey to the unforgiving sand.
This time the trick worked, the rabbit, frightened for its life least it be crushed beneath the weight of falling sand, fled from its burrow, taking its chances against the jaws of the waiting predators. Now, could Asmo'koka catch it? Engaged in his task, could he react fast enough to charge after the fleeing creature, leap from a jump to a charge before the prey had vanished from sight?
In an instant Kali had risen to her paws. The prey was her son's to catch, but should he miss, she would not allow the beast he had worked so hard for to escape.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:54 am
He saw the beast flee from its den and a split second later he was after it. That split second though had given the beast a good lead. His paws dig into the hot sands flinging the loose material into the air as he charged after it.
Crimson eyes where locked on his prey. A grim smile was set on his face. He was victorious in one battle only to rage on into the next. The rabbit had faster stamnia but he was closing the gap with his longer strides. The rabbit turned suddenly and Asmo close on its tail made a swipe and missed. His paw catching air pitched him off balance and he slid in the sands.
With a growl he rushed forward again with a new burst of speed. He wanted that rabit and he was going to have it. The rabbit zigged again but this time Asmo'koka expected it and claws found flesh. The two tumbled into the sand as he shifted his weight to pin his prey.
He looked up at his mother with a flick of his tail, he had caught it!
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:22 pm
Ah he was a fast cub, faster than his prey would have expected. Was he fast enough? She watched with anticipation, though she remained silent, calm, tail twitching with each passing moment. How close he had been, come, my son, you are strong, do not let it escape you.
Success, a proud smile on her maw, Kali strode to her son, her head lowered to lick the top of his head, a gesture of praise and affection.
"Well done, Asmo'koka, very well done. Now you may enjoy your reward."
A slight gesture to the rabbit with one paw, it was his to enjoy, to do with as he pleased, he had earned it.
Some might have been surprised, such a feat from one so young, another his age would have certainly failed, perhaps another day he would have as well. But mother had always known the strength of her children, it showed everyday in all they did, in all they learned, her warriors. Mice, snakes, lizards, rabbits beware, the children of Mahakali had been loosed on the desert.
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