Cold Eyes and Colder Intentions

[Fleech-Hunter]

The salt on the air grew further and further away, the smell of the briny ocean air on nothing but the greatest of winds. Ahead of them, as the large assortment of painted warriors made their way across the dunes, trees jutted towards the sky. Oaks, alders, birch and ash; Jukra had never seen such a vast assortment of woods. It seemed to stretch on for miles as they crested a large dune, the mink hybrid and his two brothers resting their pale eyes on the sight.

Borashade turned to his brother with a look of silent contemplation, "As I said..."

"I see that it is." Jukra responded slowly, his voice level, calm, soothing in a frightening way. He turned to his younger brother slowly, "Your information was exactly right. How far is the Abbey?"

Bora turned back to the woodlands, pointing with a paw which held a long arrow. "Three days warrior's march, north and east." He turned back to his elder brother. "It has been calm, as has the camp they came from."

"Very good..." Jukra noted as he watched his warriors filter out of the rolling dunes towards the forest fringe. There they would make camp, as they'd been commanded, and there they would plan. Scouts would be sent to scour for food and conscripts. It was time to start gathering.

It was also time to prepare for war, another Juska tribe held this swathe of territory, Jukra would soon make their forces his own.

"Should we send any warriors out further in?" Naruk asked, his voice deep and slow as he shouldered his giant war axe with an air of ease neither Jukra nor Bora could ever match.

"Just scouts." Jukra confirmed gently, his cold eyes watching his warriors as they prepared their lean-tos and tents to make makeshift camp. "I want every creature noted, I want nobeast within 100 ratlengths of our camp. No fires, we must remain unseen."

Naruk nodded loyally and went off to relay the orders.

Bora remained and said, "Shall I take a pawful, then?"

"Yes," Jukra replied calmly, "Half a score, spread out far and wide. Any creature you see is either to be recruited or slain. And Bora..." The half-breed turned to his brother slowly, "I want nobeast to know of our presence."

"I hear and obey." Bora nodded calmly. "I am the Borashade, and nobeast sees me unless I want him to." And then the pole-cat ferret was off to select his scouts, Jukra watching him with a calm expression.

In the solitude of his own company, a slow cat-like smirk crossed his features.

His plan was coming together beautifully. Soon enough, Mossflower would be rent asunder for fear of the Juska warriors. All creatures would fear his name and his painted warriors, or they would serve amongst them as Juska themselves.

He had plans, aspirations nobeast could match.

And Jukra Mahl was not a beast to be disappointed.

[kiara]

Kiara had just set up her own camp, a little fire and a blanket next to it with her bag to one end. Her bow and arrows, between the blanket and the fire. Her belly still full from last she ate.

The mouse-maid sat by her little fire, a yellow glow surrounded her along with the warmth that kept her snug and comfortable. She could sit like this until the flames smoulder and everything went black.
The little breeze kept the smoke away from her and the tops of the trees dancing in the smoke filled air.

Kiara laid down on the blanket, her eyes closed, as she just listened to the sounds of the fire, the breeze, and the dancing trees. All in all, it was a peaceful evening.


(ooc - sorry for shortness >_< )

[kiara]

( ooc - ...hello?... )