In the depths of the Tengel Rainforest rests a young girl. A young kuhna girl to be exact. She is in a humid, sticky, no windowed room where she has been living for the past six months, not voluntarily either. Her captor, whos name she still doesn't know, has been keeping her locked up. Her food and water rations are scarce, and she often dreams of better times, when she was still with her step brother, who had been with her and taking care of her since she was younger. Now, as she lays on the mat of hay that has been provided for her, she flashes back to one of those times.
The sun was shining and there was a slight breeze as she tore through the trees. Her legs stetched out before her and she glances back to see Christopher running behind her. She smiles and tries to run faster to get away. She wasn't scared of him, just playing. They were as close as step-brother and step-sister could be. She turns around once more to look at him and doesn't notice the fallen log before her. She tumbles over it and Christopher runs to her aid. She smies up at him and he offers a paw to help her get up. She has but a skinned up knee. They go back to the place they are staying at to patch up her knee.
Yamika flashes back to the present, silently saying a prayer to the gods to bring her step-brother to her. She believes that he will come to save her, but a tear streams down her cheek never-the-less. "Please," she whispers pleadingly.
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Damon found himself wondering through the Tengel Rainforest. It was one of those places that he could go without feeling out of place. The wildness of the forest around him made him feel good, because the forest was just as untame as the beast within him.
The eclipse kuhna had come here to be by himself, something he enjoyed. He listened to the forest sounds around him. They were night-time noises, as dusk was approaching. His paws left little imprint on the leaves and dirt beneath his feet. His amber eyes glowed in the dim light. He was tuned in to the noises and sights around him. His eye-sight was exceptionally good in the dark, and he looked for hidden danger. He didn't find any, so he continued on his dusk-time stroll. Part of him wanted to find some kind of danger, but another part told him that he was the danger. He was in the mood for excitement now, not tranquil strolling. He heard the snap of a twip and stopped in his tracks. He crouched low to the ground and looked around him, amber eyes glinting in th efading light. A low snarl escaped his throat, egging the hidden danger to come out and fight.
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