Stranded...

[Angder]

while stabbing, Fout realized the simple reality, his effect on the battle was minimal. he rolled off the things back, shoved the knife in its stomach left it there, and fled back to the house, praying he was not followed.

((I need to sleep, night all))

[The Past]

Geoff had already fled and lay inside the house, knowing he couldn't fight while so ill, curled up and scared for his friends' lives. His fear only partially eased at the sight of Fout returning home.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

((really, I was just busy with another thing. X_x ))

[Alistair]

Al quickly dispatched the other saber, leaving their bodies on the shore as he huffed and puffed; moving back toward the house looking a bit roughed up.

[Farewell]

They cracked and murred as they came back up and gurgled teasingly showing they weren't weak and both jumped tackling him.
Zaida arrived near the river pointing quickly.

[Alistair]

Al was un-phased by this, he simply stood on his hind legs, and let himself fall onto his back. Smashing the two under his massive weight. He was growing tired of these two, he was an alpha and had no time for something in his territory anymore.

[Farewell]

The female twins bit his neck and tore fur out digging their fangs deeper as they thrashed around.

[Alistair]

Al stopped fighting for a moment, pulling them from him and attempting to communicate instead of fight for once. 

[Farewell]

One hissed hitting her sister that seemed more calmer, the one that hid at first but now could be told apart since the aggressive one had bite marks on her face and was larger than her twin, the other was smaller and a bite nicer having a stab mark on her back.
The aggressive sister sat hissing and wiping her scarred face.
The calmer one day tilting her head at the saber.

[Alistair]

Al chuffed, not realizing these were twin sisters at first; he assumed them to be male usurpers. He looked back and forth between the two, chuffing to communicate information about himself and such.

[Farewell]

The larger sister kula and the smaller Lola listened
Kyla hissed as she formed eyes that gave away her gender quite easily and the other did also liking her back and whimpering quietly.
Kula spoke back in gurgles 'your trespassing peasant, Zardoff wanted you dead and a new pelt as the others would have to be alive and bring back'
Lola purred her response more gently and kind another way they were different along with her more green bluish eyes. 'Yes we had to, it was orders from leader...'

[Alistair]

Al tried to reason with them, they were all saber cats; why not band together? He was kind in his reasoning and did not expect much.

[Farewell]

Kyla snarled 'Band?! Ha fool we listen to Zardoff...' She gurgled.
Lola had her ears down knowing if arguing with Kyla would just get her punished.

[Alistair]

Al looked to Lola with dilated pupils, explaining which options outweigh one another.

[Farewell]

Lola looked away and continued to lick her wounds.
Kyla hissed her fur on her back.

[Alistair]

Al opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, showing them his golden saliva, "Here."