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Oh hell.
It was hot. The air was dry, and the sun was merciless. This was nothing new. There was a lingering silence. The wind was light, kicking up the sand every once in a while and whistling through dry brush even more infrequently.
Tazka had only recently arrived at the Western Outpost. It had only been a small amount of time, and somehow trouble already manage to find her.
The guard knew what to expect from patrols here. Lost wanderers would be directed back towards the savannah. Some most stubborn ones would be directed with a bit more force. Those who were worthy of a duel to prove their worth would be given one. It was pretty standard.
She knew her duties. So when a strange smell came through the air, she went to check it out. When the source of the smell turned out to be a pair of stubborn hyenas as opposed to more complacent rogue lions, Tazka bristled and chased them off. She had given a roar, both as a warning to the strangers and a call for any nearby guards, but the creatures had been quick to tuck tail and make it out, but not before making her life more difficult than she had wanted.
Tazka didn't really remember the details. She exchanged a few blows—nothing serious or unexpected—but it was in the final giving chase that something had went not quite right. The hyenas were gone, but somewhere in chasing them out of a rocky outcropping, a rock slipped out from beneath her. The sand had been looser than she imagined and had given way under the weight. Luckily for her, the loud noise and sudden movement seemed to drive off the hyenas. Not quite so lucky: landing amongst the rocks, piled beneath an outcropping, had done some damage to a front limb. It wasn't broken, she didn't think, but it certainly wasn't easy to walk. She bled, not profusely, but any amount of blood was more than she would have liked. 'Blood belongs inside the body', her medic 'friend' would have told her with a cheeky smile. She hoped Hati wasn't the medic that was going to be helping her with this. She'd never live it down.
In true, stubborn Firekin fashion, Tazka resisted the urge to call for help. Though she might have been a good trek to the main part of the outpost at this point (probably the whole evening's worth of travel, at this point), sun and sands be damned if she was going to cry for assistance unless she really needed it. Besides, she didn't want to alert those crummy hyena to the fact that she was in distress. She was easy pickings, as it were. No, she'd have to do this the hard way.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
It was hot. The air was dry, and the sun was merciless. This was nothing new. There was a lingering silence. The wind was light, kicking up the sand every once in a while and whistling through dry brush even more infrequently.
Tazka had only recently arrived at the Western Outpost. It had only been a small amount of time, and somehow trouble already manage to find her.
The guard knew what to expect from patrols here. Lost wanderers would be directed back towards the savannah. Some most stubborn ones would be directed with a bit more force. Those who were worthy of a duel to prove their worth would be given one. It was pretty standard.
She knew her duties. So when a strange smell came through the air, she went to check it out. When the source of the smell turned out to be a pair of stubborn hyenas as opposed to more complacent rogue lions, Tazka bristled and chased them off. She had given a roar, both as a warning to the strangers and a call for any nearby guards, but the creatures had been quick to tuck tail and make it out, but not before making her life more difficult than she had wanted.
Tazka didn't really remember the details. She exchanged a few blows—nothing serious or unexpected—but it was in the final giving chase that something had went not quite right. The hyenas were gone, but somewhere in chasing them out of a rocky outcropping, a rock slipped out from beneath her. The sand had been looser than she imagined and had given way under the weight. Luckily for her, the loud noise and sudden movement seemed to drive off the hyenas. Not quite so lucky: landing amongst the rocks, piled beneath an outcropping, had done some damage to a front limb. It wasn't broken, she didn't think, but it certainly wasn't easy to walk. She bled, not profusely, but any amount of blood was more than she would have liked. 'Blood belongs inside the body', her medic 'friend' would have told her with a cheeky smile. She hoped Hati wasn't the medic that was going to be helping her with this. She'd never live it down.
In true, stubborn Firekin fashion, Tazka resisted the urge to call for help. Though she might have been a good trek to the main part of the outpost at this point (probably the whole evening's worth of travel, at this point), sun and sands be damned if she was going to cry for assistance unless she really needed it. Besides, she didn't want to alert those crummy hyena to the fact that she was in distress. She was easy pickings, as it were. No, she'd have to do this the hard way.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
(Moving this here!)
