by Evil Eye » Wed Jun 08, 2011 2:45 am
As Renegade and Bane flew through the top layer of the forest, crackling sounds could be heard occasionally, along with their footfalls; a weak branch splintering under their weight, perhaps, or a twig being snapped as they crashed through the trees at inhumane speeds. Bane's gait was longer than Renegade's; he seemed to fly much further with each jump, his feet touching down less often.
Very abruptly, Renegade came to a halt, staring at the ground below them. He swayed slightly to the side, trying to regain his balance. Bane, seeing him, let his momentum carry him from the branch he had jumped off down to the ground, skidding a little, before stopping several feet in front, his head twisting back to look at Renegade.
"They've ssstoped," he hissed simply.
"What? The only thing I see stopped is us..." Bane said, frowning slightly.
"The tracksss. They come to an end right here."
"What...?" Bane repeated, his scowl deepening. "How can that be?"
Renegade could only shake his head in response. Several explanations came to mind, but it was impossible to pinpoint a single one.
Bane lifted his snout upwards, testing scents. Frowning once more, he growled "Ach... it's impossible to track by scent, with the waterways so close. All the other animals on the damn island flock to them...
Could it be that they were attacked, by some other predator?" the dromaeosaurus finished.
"Unlikely," hissed Renegade. "There'd be sssome sssign of struggle... blood, sssmashed trees, something. Either they figured out we were following them, and doubled back in their own footstepsss to stop us from finding them... or so that..."
The striped raptor quickly perked up, on alert, his keen blue eyes sweeping the green woodland around them.
"Run!" Renegade rasped at Bane, shooting past him and spiraling up a tree, fleeing.
Without hesitation, Bane followed him, leaping up and forward through the mesh of branches and leaves.
"What exactly are we fleeing from?" Bane growled, catching up with Renegade with a few powerful jumps.
"It's a setup. Just come on!" the raptor responded, without looking at Bane.
"There's no one following us," the black dromaeosaur snarled, looking backwards momentarily.
Just as he finished the sentence, a figure could be seen some distance behind them, pursuing the two...
Clarity of thought before rashness of action...