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>There is a soft hum from one of the Portals that rest >within the edges of the Den, and a moment later a tall >ebony figure has finished his leap to the bloody soil. >He closes his eyes as his paws press harshly into the >earth -- this action the briefest glimpse of >frustration that he would allow himself to show -- >then lifts his muzzle back into the dim light. He >silently pads his way over to one of the fallen >borders with a semi-flattened top, leaping to it's >surface without so much as a scrabble for balance. The >rock hums slightly beneath him, and he is aware of its >pressing against the energized wall. The sensation is >somewhat comforting. > >He flicks up an ear at a sound from farther back >within the Cavern, dimmed burgundy daze immediately >flashing over to an alert crimson. A quick inhalation >tells him that the being is familiar, and the Korat >settles into all the comfort of a tense crouch, blade >arched outward. > >His mind wanders back to the day's prior events. The >trip to Lavana had been dissapointing, the Madren and >the Kana -- though helpful in their agreement to >spread word of the Renegades' goal -- refused to lend >physical aid to such a youthful 'leader'. True, he had >yet to attain Mastery, but his skills were >commendable, and his cause was just... > >"Your cause is hopeless, cub," the eldest Night Cat >had murmured, her gaze sympathetic but firm. "We >cannot spare any of our own to this suicide mission >when Lavana suffers crises of her own." The others had >been in agreement, and Redan had been forced to leave >with nothing more than their words of pity and >disbelief still ringing in his ears. > >The rock vibrates beneath him as his temper flares >more strongly at this detailed recollection, but he >allows himself to draw into the emotion, relishing the >sudden burst of golden-orange energy that courses >through his limbs. His tail twitches once behind him, >a spark of gold connecting from the deadly tip to the >stone itself in a shock of light. Redan's teeth are >bared as his fur ripples up and back, the bristled >beginnings of a rebel-mane standing straight up along >his neck. > >Then he breathes, releases the energy back into the >earth, and is calm. > >A dark eye surveys the Den once more, recognizing now >the incredibly limited amount of resources at their >disposal. Water was availible, if barely, but food... >The black shakes his head in slight disbelief that >he'd actually taken so long to recognize that need. >The idea of providing for so many others was such a >new one to him, a lone hunter who killed only when his >gut demanded the sustenance. How did Shula become so >accustomed to it? Redan sighs slightly at the thought >of his brother, then leaps back through the portal >from whence he came. > >An hour later and the black has returned, the carcass >of a grown male Preda Ben dragged between his jaws. He >leaves the kill under the overhang of a fallen piece >of metal where the breeze continually blows -- thus >the coldest location within the Caverns -- and returns >to his perch.

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