Brick by Boring Brick(Bhuvy)

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Pain. It seems pain is the mark of good and peace and freedom. Because more often than not Peace has to be earned by war and bloodshed and, of course, Pain. I stood tall as living proof of this. I didn't want to train for the humans. I didn't want anything to do with it. It was so heartless. The training had made me feel like that didn't care about us. In their eyes I had been a weapon rather than a living life form and I soot to to take my freedom. And the act had nearly claimed my life. I had earned my freedom and what seemed to be my peace. But I still felt the pain.

I walked along the grassy paths, my pace a limp because of my broken left leg. The gash arcoss my belly would sting every now and then and I'd gotten over the burning from the three that ran down my face. The price I'd paid for earning my freedom. But to me it was worth it. I didn't have to train anymore. I didn't have to fight anymore. I was free. At lest for the moment it seemed. I'd spent three days in the small den I was able to find for myself not moving. Just laying still and sleeping Trying to recover. But I was hungry now. I Had to find something to eat. And I was having a rotten time of it because I couldn't run. Not with my leg. 5 days... I'd spent all the first day running to put as much ground between me and the humans as I could. Then the adrenaline woar off and my leg started hurting so much I had to get off of it. So I spent three days resting. Now we where at day five of my new life. And I didn't know if there'd be a day eight onless I caught something. At one point I stoped to rest my leg. I opened both my eyes to look around but could spot nothing. To make matters worse I could see less clearly out of my left eye than I could two days ago. My site in my left eye was fading. Slowly. But none the less. That ment I might loss it all together soon... I gave a deep sigh and shock my head. "The price I pay..." I muttered to myself.

With that I rose to all fours and started walking again. Thats right Haynato. Just keep moving. One step at a time to make your life get better.

One brick by boreing brick until the pain fades...

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I took my time as I wandered, careful yet carefree, if that were possible. Word in the forest was there were bigger enemies now, ones that were not feline nor Murder Ape. Apparantly they were created by the Murder Ape, but were far more dangerous. No one had given me a name for them, but it was said they were massive creatures. One lion had sat with me for a second, trying to describe them in a way I would understand. He had eventually said they were sorta like hyenas, but not quite. Much more dangerous.

That fact is what had me on high alert. Hyenas had been my prides worst enemy, and if these critters were far more dangerous than hyenas, I was in trouble. But still, I remained carefree, in a sense. The world didn't control me, I controled then world. This thought amused me and I sent a couple kind words to Dio for letting me be calm even in dangerous situations.

Refocusing, I came to realize that I was not alone in these trees. Being only nine months old, I was not yet trained in the arts of descifering different scents, except for a few different prey animals. This was not one of those prey animals. In fact, it had a strange scent, like two scents mixed together. It hit me in only a second when I realized one of the scents of Murder Ape.

Curiousity took over my good sense as I wove my way through the undergrowth, following the scent trail. It didn't take long before I stumbled across a nerve-wracking scene. A large canine that had recently been through a pretty nasty battle. He was scarred, and freshly wounded all over. Due to the scent mix and the massive size, I knew this was the dangerous creature everyone had been talking about.

I turned to run away, leave the creature to die in misery so as to save my own tail. Even as injured as this canine was, I was an easy kill. But something stopped me; my heart. Naturally I was a kind creature who wished to help those in need. I sighed as I turned back to the male and pranced to stand in front of him with a friendly, yet concerned, smile. I am probably gonna regret this. May be the last kind act I ever commit... "Gee, mister, you look beat! What happened? You're half starved! Need food? I can't hunt much, but I could catch a rabbit or something..." I almost recoiled, expecting a quick and deadly lash from the canine, but I held strong and didn't let him see my fear.

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As I walked along, I noticed another scent in the area. A lion scent. I’d been taught that that scent was the smell of the enemy. In my case it was still true because even though I wasn’t ever going to hurt them, they knew my kind to be the enemy. Most of the big cats in the area knew about me. They knew I wasn’t a threat. But they didn’t trust me. And they may never. This scent was fresh though. There had to be someone in this area. I hoped not to be noticed because even if they knew I wasn’t a threat, they still weren’t fond of me. So I keep on walking. One step after another.

Before long, a young cub boldly confronted me. He was young. And a youth like that confronting something my size, I could respect that courage. Or was it compassion? Did he understand the state I was in? When he spoke I found this to be true.

”Gee, mister, you look beat! What happened? You’re half Starved! Need food? I can’t hunt much, but I could catch a rabbit or something…”

The boy then stood strong, showing his courage. But I could see just a hint of fear in him. It was the eyes. The eyes where the gateway to the soul and fear could be spotted in them easily. Unless you where a monster like me. A monster that had be forced to kill that one gateway in order to show no emotion in the face of your enemy. I didn’t like what I’d become in the incomplete amount of training I’d been through. I gazed down at him and gave a small smile. Finally finding my voice I spoke. “I was in a fight. A fight to escape the Humans to be free.” I opened both my eyes to gaze down at him. I couldn’t open it too far though or it would hurt some. His offer to hunt for me really struck my though. He was just a little cub and he was being as courageous and compassionate as ever. Well there wasn’t much I could do for myself right now, painful fact. So I guess I couldn’t turn this down. My smile grew even more as I spoke again. “Well it’s a blow to my pride but I guess I can’t turn that down can I little one.” I gave a small laugh when I finished, bearing down on him with my friendly gaze.

Hey, maybe this was a sign that everything would be alright after all?

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[glow=red,2,300]Amadi[/glow]

I refused to step back as the canine stopped moving. It was tempting to close my eyes, hide from the death I was staring in the face of, but I did no such thing. Not because I was a proud cat, but because I had to be strong for Akila. Even if she wasn't physically here right now, she was spiritually here by my side. This was just another of our dangerous adventures when I had to show off to her. It took a second, but I was able to convince myself of that.

The attack I expected never came and I don't know if the relief in my eyes showed or not when he smiled, but I nearly melted with joy. Either the cats around here had been wrong, or perhaps one shouldn't stereotype. Just because a species is bred to kill another species, doesn't mean all would do so. Just like my species; I knew many who were evil, but I also knew many who were good.

“Well it’s a blow to my pride but I guess I can’t turn that down, can I little one?”

The so called enemy continued to smile with this, and I noted the way one eye didn't quite open right. Perhaps, after a nice meal, I could find someone who knew what plants healed. That eye would be first priority, or perhaps the stomach wound should be.

I refocused on the situation that stood before me, not allowing my alpha-like nature to get the better of me. My instincts screamed to care for my pride, which was the canine in this case, but I understood I had to take on the role of a lioness for a short while. These dog needed meat, strength. That was the most important thing for the time.

Without another word, I returned the smile and dashed away in to the surronding trees. I knew this area well by now, which meant I easily came across a nearby rabbit warren. Of course the rabbit had heard the canine and I exchange words, therefore went into hiding, but that wouldn't stop me. Normally I'd respect its home and never enter, no matter how hungry I got, but it wasn't me I had to worry about right now. Thanking Dio for my small size, I squirmed into the old badger set that was now the rabbit families warren. It had many side tunnels, but I paid no mind to them. Each of them held scents of pregnant females and kits. I wouldn't steal their life. No, I needed a male, this way I only stole a single life, and not the life of both parent and kits. And the males scent went straight.

It was dark, even for my cat eyes, so I moved slowly by touch. The soft grunt from up ahead told me I was near the male, and he was not happy in the least. I didn't blame him, and I quickly prayed to Dio above that he may grant me an easy and safe catch, and that the rabbit would know my gratitude for it's life. As an answer to the prayer, the rabbit seemed to be frozen as I leapt in its direction, quickly biting its throat and ending its life.

I didn't waste any time dragging the creature from the warren, not wanting the smell of blood to cause the other rabbits to have a heartattack, or attract more predators that could eat the youngins and mothers. Once out of the darkness and into the light, I sped as fast as I could with the rabbit in my jaws. By the time the male came back into view, been gone about 15 minutes, so I hoped he remained kind and hadn't grown impatient.

"Biggest, one, I could find." I huffed as I dropped the kill at the canines paws. It only took a second for me to regain my breath and look up at the dog. "I am Amadi." I slowly, cautiously, introduced.

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This little cub had spunk. He appealed to my protective nature in a very short amount of time. For short, I liked this little kid. As he raced off to find something for me to eat, I kinda hung my head alittle lower out of embarrassment. Here I was, a primed, trained, killing machine, and I was being feed by a lion cub. Of course I got over that quickly by simply reminding myself that I had a broken leg and couldn’t run or hunt right now for my own sake. With him gone, my mind was free to wander into itself again. Before long I arrived at five days ago. It was raining. There was thunder and lightning. It had been ugly. I could still hear the rain hammering the cold concrete floors of the place where they trained us. I’d tried to rally others into following me, but they all simply laughed at me and watched on with confused faces and I fought to be free. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know why I was going to suck lengths to get away from the humans. Why I even wanted to get away from them. They feed us. They gave us shelter. They allowed us to form a pack in the wild. They took care of us when we where hurt. All we had to do in return was train.

But I understood that they where all wrong. The humans saw us as weapons. Weapons to control the amount of big cats in the country side. And I didn’t want anything to do with it. I understood enough to make myself content. I muttered proudly to myself. “I’m the son of Rage and Love. The Jesus of Suburbia.” And with that, a grin returned to my cut up face. All my wounds where from five days ago so that the maker they’d all stopped bleeding. But they still hurt. There where two that went over my left eye. There was one that went all the way from my nose to between my eyes to stop in-between my ears. Then there was the cut across my belly. That I was thankful was just a surface cut. That human’s knife could have killed me but it failed to go in deep. And then there was my leg, which hurt all the time and reduced me to a limp. I looked back at the way I came. A great great distance in that direction was where I had been held. Oh well.

Then the cub returned and placed the rabbit before my paws. I smiled greatly at him as he introduced himself. He was a kind thing. “Thank you so much…” Then, my ears, black against my brown belt, stood on end as I briefly scanned the area with my hazel eyes. But I could find nothing to worry about so I guess it was safe to start eating. “And I’m Haynato.” And with that I bent down and began to eat. Now, my kind ate like the animals we where. A wolf’s ways might appear savage to a lion because when we eat, we don’t bite, we rip. As I was doing now. I ripped my meal apart as I devoured it. Bones snapped under the power of my jaws. I ate quickly. I stopped after I’d eaten about two thirds of the fat rabbit. Out of respect I spoke to the cub. “It may have been for me, and I’m thankful for that. But is was still your kill.” And the I turned my back to give to cub some from of privacy for his meal.

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I examined his posture for a few moments, standing in silence. Of course I held suspicions, had to be on high alert. The Murder Apes had trained this canine to be my enemy, my destroyer. Why would one abandon the only life they knew? What convinced them to do as such? I'd been forced, but if this canine truly was kind, he'd have to have had a choice in the matter. And it looked like he had paid horribly for that choice. But still, could all be an act...Creatures don't just change on will, do they? They don't go against every instinct, simply because something in their mind says they should, right?

But then the image of Dio came forward. A baboon, prey to the big cats, had fought back every instinct in order to help my kind. He'd given his life for creatures that would've have killed him upon first glance. His hadn't had to save the felines, but he had out of love. Why was this dog any different then my beloved god, Dio? Sure I had to remain on alert, for one can never be sure, but it was worth it to try and be friends.

“Thank you so much…”

His words brought me tumbling out of my thoughts. I offered a smile before turning away to allow him to eat. In my pride, we'd eaten together without a care. But some tigers I'd crashed with were uncomfortable about being watched when eating. This dog reminded me more of a tiger than any other creature I knew. Perhaps he'd want privacy when eating.

“And I’m Haynato.”

A grin broke out as I was given his name. Exchanging names, in my homeland, was a big step in a relationship. May not have been so with this canine, Haynato, but I would always feel blessed with the partaking of the ritual.

"Cool name." I finally observed, turning back around even though the male was still eating. Watching him eat, oddly enough, gave me a sense of comfort. In my pride, we'd look like savage creatures with the way we ate, and this dog creature mimik that technique. Lately, I'd had to be more neat with my eating habits, taking bites and chewing, so as to not scare away potential companions. For some reason, a lot of cats ate neatly; the adults, anyway. They'd been raised in a Murder Ape home and taught how to eat politly; us cubs were still true to our native homes, though.

“It may have been for me, and I’m thankful for that. But is was still your kill.”

His voice, again, took me out of my thoughts; out of my memories of my homeland. The rabbit was now near me and Haynato had turned his back to me for the sake of privacy. I almost told him I didn't mind him facing me, for I was a social breed of cat, but decided it wasn't important enough. I simply felt reasurred by the act of sharing food. Again, this was an activity that only lions partook in, out of the feline world. Perhaps this canine was more closely entertwined with lions at heart, though tigers with build.

"Thanks." I mewed before beginning my own ripping of the carcass. Like Haynato, I had jaws built for breaking bones. Lions waste nothing, eating down to even the bone marrow. I was a strong believer in not wasting, for I held a respect for all those who live, thanks to Dio.

Once done, I sat back on my haunches and cleaned any blood that lay staining my pelt. I'd never been one for cleanliness, but the scent of blood could attract bigger predators, and that was something I didn't need to do. I had to be careful here, for it was not only my life I had to keep good sense for, but Haynato too. "So, Haynato, care to tell how it is you got so injured? Who did it?" My eyes grew dark. "Was it the Murder Apes? I bet that's who it was!" My voice turned to a snarl at the very mention of the beasts.

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As the cub finished his meal, he addressed me again. This time he was asking about my wounds. I turned around to face him, my hazel eyes looking deeply into his. In all truth it was something I’d rather not talk about. But then his second sentence came and he named a creature I was not familiar with. Murder Apes. I had never heard of them before. Of course little did I know that the cats had come up with their own title for the humans as no one had been here to tell them what they where when they first arrived. All the same, he’d more or less saved my life so I’d give him a fair answer to his question.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh before sitting on my rump to tell the tale. I looked back on it and realized I could still smell the scent of the two wolves that fought me clearly in my mind. “You remember five days ago? That bad storm with all the rain, and thunder… And lightning. Well that’s the day all this happened to me.” I took a deep breathe before I began. “I was being held by these creatures called humans. Clumsy front ways eyed beasts that smell funny and walk around on their hind legs. They’ve soft, furless hides and use their front paws to carry things like we would our mouths. They where training me and my companions to fight your kind. But… but it was so heartless…” I cast my gaze down as I looked through my own feelings before returning them to the cub. ”They didn’t treat us like living beings. We where just weapons to them. They weren’t nice, only stern. And when you broke the rules, they where cruel and beat you. They didn’t want to be friends with us like they would their short dogs.” This was a name I’d given the human dogs that got all the love and affection from the humans. The ones that where their pets. ”They just wanted us to serve them like loyal beasts. I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to be apart of something so heartless… So I ran away.” I then cast my gaze off to the side and down alittle. It wasn’t pleasant, re-living these bad memories. ”Paid a heavy price for it too… The humans feed us at the same time every day. They do this to teach us schedule. If your not there in time to feed you’re locked out and don’t get to eat. But they where all busy with that so I took the chance to escape. But some of the older dogs, they where there, guarding the way out. I had to fight them in order to escape. It’s my own kind that did this to me.” I brought my gaze around to bury my gaze into the eyes of this young cub. ”I wanted freedom from the humans and their heartless training. And it nearly coast me my life to do it. These wounds will heal, but the scars will remain…”


Just as soon as my story was finished, my upbeat and content mood returned, as if nothing had ever happened and everything was just fine. Truth was I simply didn’t much care for sob stories. “Oh well. That’s that.”


ooc;// I typed this up based on my view how they are trained because I've no idea how its done past my own views as it isn't writen anywhere. I well change in it if Bhuvy wishes though.

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OOC//: I never typed up a training technique because, like in real life, every human is different. Some may train with kindness and understanding, while most with coldheart cruelty

His gaze locked with mine and I focused my full attention on him. It was obvious to me that he had no true desire to relive such memories, and I opened my maw to tell him to forget it. I didn't want to cause him mental harm. But he began by questioning me.

That storm, oh I remembered that storm. Nearly was the last memory I'd ever have. I had been born in the dry season of Africa, so light showers were all I knew. Even here in these new lands it didn't have heavy storms. But that storm...I had been terrified and didn't know what to do. The trees, in some parts, were on fire from the electric bolts that shot from the sky. No matter how brave I was, I would admit I had run around screaming for my mother and father. I'd never been so scared.

In responce I simply nodded, getting lost in my own memories for a mere second. But as he continued on, I brought my thoughts back to him. He described the humans and I realized then that humans and Murder Apes were the same creature. I may have been one of the first felines to know the true name of the upwalking creatures; but they'd always be Murder Apes in my eyes. That was the term Dio used in the stories, so that'd be the term I used.

As he came to a conclusion, I couldn't help but feel love for this canine, in a hero sort of way. He'd risked his life for my kind. He could've have killed us like the Murder Apes wanted, but he decided to flee. He did it for us. "Thank you." I managed to mumble in a soft tone, still enveloped in his story. "Murder Apes are humans. The beasts don't deserve any name that does not have the word murder in it, though..." I cut off then, looking at the male fondly.