『•NOMADS•』 | a WARRIORS command game

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Then, he noticed he was not alone.

There stood a large and powerful felidae with pure alabaster fur and even paler rosette spots that winked in the light like tiny stars. Flowers bloomed around her neck and trailed down her back in exuberant and colorful foliage, the verdure adorning her bodice pulsing in tangent with her every breath. As the light behind her shone like a makeshift halo, Pip heard a name whispered in the faint recess of his mind.

Onca.

"Hello, Felidae Pip. Terra's blessings upon you."

"H-hi, are you...um-"

"An Ancestor? Yes! I am the living culmination of the hundreds and thousands of memories and experiences belonging to healers everywhere," Onca effused, "The same way Atrox is the culmination of battle techniques or like how Saber is the culmination of the thrill of the hunt! Have you ever seen her hunt before? She's a terrifying force of nature-"

The big cat began to ramble on and on, the flora around her bodice beginning to bloom as her excitement grew. The tom found himself memorized by her otherworldly beauty for a moment, until the image of an injured Slayer materialized in his mind. Right! He was here for a purpose!

"Healing!" He shouted out after he finally gathered his courage. His outburst effectively silenced Onca, who gawked at him with wide, iris-less eyes.

"Healing?"

"Yes! Healing!" The patched tom backtracked nervously, "We-my alliance-we have an injured felidae and they're carrying kits so..."

Onca continued to stare at him as if he had grown a second head or sprouted some colorful wings. Then suddenly, the beast withdrew on herself quite literally.

The garden on her body retreated onto itself so fast that Pip nearly missed it while her fur slowly morphed into a black inky hue. Onca looked at the ground with clear embarrassment on her facade.

"Apologies, Felidae. I am not allowed to anymore," She finally choked after several heartbeats of silence, "I am truly sorry."

Pip's hackles raised as sudden anger wrapped his form, "Sorry?! Felidae could die and you're only sorry?! Why?! Why can't you help us!? We're being attacked by others Alliances and beasts constantly and we're supposed to just leave it up to fate? So, why?!"

Onca's face twisted in pain and her plants began to wilt. She bit her tongue then mumbled, "...even Ancestors have their own rules to follow. They're still upset with Tigris after the gift she gave. After what happened with..."

"After what happened with...?" Pip wondered, his amber eyes gleaming as his head swirled with ideas.

"After what HE did to our gifts," Onca began and stopped as suddenly as she started with a frightened glance into the distance. Pip looked over his shoulder at the storm brewing in the distance. He flinched at a booming clap of thunder.

"I truly cannot say anymore. They're already upset. I shouldn't have brought you here. Please...just go."

Pip felt his eyes and frame pull with the familiar call of exhaustion and his vision began to grow dark. Despite his struggles, he still couldn't find what they all needed in the end.