ambush

Galleria had always heard about the war between Tigerbloods and Cheetahbloods. Grissom and Mam had told her about it when they believed she was old enough to understand, telling her how Mam's own parents were murdered by a group when she was young and how it, through a chain of events, led to her raising of Grissom by herself while in her teens when the decades older Lynxblood wanted nothing to do with them. Mam always had to add how Papi helped her through it though, so nine years after Grissom was born, Galleria was born, a Cheetahblood/Lionblood mix. Gris taught her how to tell the difference between to two Bloods: their own Cheetahblood gave them jet black hair, although Gris dispised how most of his hair had inherited his birth-father's black/yellow tinting. Their mother's family also had a rare lineage that included each offspring to have a similar birthmark encircling a limb: Gris had his on his left arm, like his Mum, while Galleria had hers just below her left knee. Tigerbloods also had jet black hair, but there was a tint of a different color, usually red or orange, but occasionally a different color was seen. Oh yes, Galleria had heard about it all her life, but with her whisperer power and an abundance of creatures to answer her call, the fear never really struck her until she and Gris were ambushed.
It had started as just a movie night: both were off work and wanted to get away from the stress for a while. An action comedy, maybe. One of those imported Earth movies starring that one Chinese martial artists that Galleria could never remember the name of. She and Grissom had never actually decided what they wanted to watch and had been discussing it when their vision filled with a dark red smoke, temporarily losing sight of each other. In the momentary blindness, Galleria felt arms grab her from behind and something wooden brushed her shoulder. "Gris!" she yelled, trying to activate an echolocation at the same time. "Ria! Call someone!" Galleria strained to turn around to face the direction of the call. The smoke started clearing and she yelled for her brother again, this time out of fear. A multitude of orange robes were materializing, surrounding Grissom, but kept at a distance because of the shield he had activated. She clawed at her captor, barely aware of her roar of pain or the bat he held in his hand, and shieked in fear, hoping some bird was flying overhead and could hear her plea. She silenced only when the bat came at her head.


wow. that's REALLLLY long. love the pic though. please comment. i need some feed back

Galleria and Grissom (c) MIRAGEasil