Rising from the dead [Mud, and Pic?]

Watch my moves!
Read my mind!
"Hear my voice!"


Course drug his heavy paws along the ground, feeling impatient with himself for still being drenched thoroughly from the storm he'd walked into on the other side of Hexasol.
Some not-so-small part of him still yearned for any small reminder of his once great tribe, which brought him to the junkyard, a previous Lexis land. Now mostly uninhabited and even more fit to be infested with critters of all kinds, the place seemed more alive, but more frightening than it had ever been.

Everywhere he looked Course saw faces mocking him. The headlights of an ancient automobile were glaring eyes, the front bumper somehow turning into a scowl of disapproval. Course was simply tired, and needed nothing more than some rest. He would awaken refreshed and ready for another day of self loathing and battery from his own thoughts, but for now he must let the dreams of death and abandonment do the job.

Course simply strode right past Kira, without paying her a thought. In all honesty, somehow, he hadn't known she was there. Perhaps the storm had muddled his senses, or he was so focused on taking in the ghost of Lexis scent that he payed no mind to the sleeping lioness. The sudden cry of a rage filled voice stopped him in his tracks, but with his mind jolted from dark reminiscing he quickly caught up to what his nose told him.

His half sister, Kira, lay behind him. He presumed to see her in his mind's eye, tensed up like a coil just savoring the seconds before she pounced. Surely his weariness would show as weakness, and rightly so. Course was in no shape for a fight.
Still, he had to face her, didn't he? The idea of simply walking away crossed his mind, but he put it away. There was still a part of him that refused to continue to be a coward.

Slowly the sopping wet lion turned to face his scorned sister, almost as if he hadn't heard her demand for him to be gone.
He took in what there was to see, and almost felt a twinge of pity. She appeared just as tired as himself, and haunted, but by what? Had she been a part of Lexis? No, surely not Kira. Although, with a mother like Icefang, how did it make any more sense for him to once belong to a peaceful ... anything? No matter, the lioness wreaked of Iris, as he could quickly tell. Though he'd long been gone, the memory could never be washed away.

With a sigh, Course resigned himself to an argument, but felt the sharp tension of physical battle melt away ... his tension, at least. He couldn't wrap his mind around her burning hatred, or what propelled it, he also couldn't admit that he honestly cared. she was blood, yes, but more so was responsible for the spilt blood of his tribe. And here she lay, in their past homelands. A younger, less defeated, and more rage filled Course would quickly have returned her hateful manner, ten fold. Instead, he only looked at her, almost as if she were a blank sheet of paper.
"Hello Kira, so nice to see you. I see death and destruction is treating you well, these days."
He couldn't quite help the sarcasm. Looking into her burning eyes awakened a bit of something inside him, slowly, and that small bite of resentment was the result.