Saturday, April 2, 2016

Spirits of Taust: Chapter Two

“Myra! Hey, Myra!” Egret’s voice called across the sands. The dark tabby looked up, her dual-colored eyes scanning for him. The grey tomcat finally reached her, breathing slowly, shaking sand out of his short pelt.
“What?” She meowed, slightly impatient.
“Well...er…” he looked away, and Myra realized he really didn’t know what to say, “aren’t you going to come back? I’m sure Bastet has some special job for you.”
“You’re the second-in-command, not me,” she snapped quickly, stepping closer. Egret timidly stepped back.
“Yes...well...what are you doing anyway?” Egret pryed.
“Nothing, and I don’t want to tell you about it,” she meowed more calmly, looking away.
“Er...well...aren’t you the antisocial one…” he muttered quietly.
“I’m not anti social, I just don’t want to talk to you,” she leered. The grey cat’s ears fell back a bit, and Myra instantly felt bad, yet she still didn’t say anything.
“I’m gonna head back,” he meowed, turning around.
“Fine- good, actually,” she stuttered a bit, waiting until he was more than a few several feet before continuing a slight patrol. Myra was a loner, but a loyal soldier. She cared about just getting the job done, with no distraction. She felt as if Egret was her opposite. She’d never seen the cat fight, or talk back. Bastet chose him from almost the beginning. It burned at Myra’s pelt more than the sands they lived in, but Myra couldn’t complain. She was the most elite soldier- and Bastet acknowledges her.
Myra blinked back into focus, hearing something. She checked behind her, wondering if Egret had come back to persuade her, but the tomcat was nowhere to be seen. It was coming from the opposite side, near one of the borders. She instinctively unsheathed her claws and ran after it.
Approaching where she thought she heard the noise, she waited as still as possible, hoping to detect movement. At first, there was nothing. Her muscles grew less tense, and she settled down, claws starting to sheath. Perhaps it was just a stray patrol…
Another sound became clear, and Myra heard it as footsteps, and too light to be feline. She hurried down a dune, to where the ground was less sand and more rocky terrain. The footsteps were easier to detect now. She crept low to the ground, and then saw her target. A pale-furred rabbit, fur bristled in an awkward fashion, as if something was troubling her. You’ll have a lot more to worry about when I’m done with you… Her claws slid out and she prepared to pounce.
“You don’t want to do that,” the rabbit said, looking over. Myra stood up, blinking, but remained unsurprised.
“Yea, and why not?” She meowed.
“You’re allied with the foxes, right?” She asked, her voice gruff and low, “my name’s Robinfur...or, just Robin. I’m here to warn you. Furiel, and possibly the entire world we know, is in danger.”

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