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The Darker Side of New Thundera	By : Crystalandra Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The tiger stood there for a moment undecided flicking his long tail back and forth wondering what to do...should he risk trying to awaken Schwenk? His stomach, deciding it had been deprived of food long enough, rumbled loudly. Lumar leapt onto the bed, "Hey Schwenk...Gaston--wake up!"
"What the fuck!!" The human exclaimed, suddenly bouncing and in the shade.
"Oh good!" The Beni grinned. "You are FINALLY awake! Schwenk I'm hungry can we get something to eat? Remember you promised me a huge flank of raw steak!"
“What? Your stomach....again...No, you can wait..." he grumbled from the sheets.
Lumar wouldn't let up; he started to paw the human with his huge hand. "Please Schwenk, I am really quite hungry and I'm also cold...you hogged the covers!"
"Hogged?? I spent most of the night without sheets you dumb arse!! Now leave me alone, you furry arse..."
Again, the big tiger wouldn't let up on his assault, "Oh come on Schwenk...haven't you slept enough? Let's go and spend the gold on some decent food."
"You're like a bloody oversized five year old...Now...bugger OFF!!" he hoped the tiger would let up, there was a lot of tiger to contend with.
Lumar sat back crossed-legged on the bed and pouted thinking hard about how he should go about rousing the human from the bed; his green eyes lit up when an idea came to mind. Quick as a cheetah he leapt forward and nipped Schwenk on the ear.
"OWWW!!!!!"he shrieked and fell out of bed grabbing his ear. "What the fuck?!"
The tiger peered down at his friend. "Since you're out of bed where are we going for breakfast?"
Schwenk scowled. "Why did you bite me? Am I that tempting?" he grumbled and started to get dressed.
"How else was I supposed to get you out of bed?" Lumar asked tugging guiltily at his lower lip. "I didn't hurt you too much did I? I'm sorry Schwenk..."
"Hmph....well...you know how I feel about being bitten..." he replied sulkily.
Quick as a wink Lumar picked Schwenk up and gave him a huge wet messy kiss. "Yes and I am so very sorry! It won't happen again--cross my heart and hope to die!"
"Ewwww...." Schwenk was grossed out. "You filthy savage...and we both know that you will bite again...probably drawing blood...you need to see my scars again?"
Blushing the tiger set the human back down on the ground. "Ummmm no..." He said meekly and ran off to change.
He rolled his eyes and checked his stash of gold. He took one coin and one coin only. He patiently waited for Lumar.
The tiger dressed meticulously donning his favourite trousers, vest, and boots--these were all clothing items that Schwenk had bought for the destitute Thunderian. When he was finished, he trotted happily over to the human. "Only one coin? I thought we were going to dine like kings today?"
"You know how much food you can buy with this solid gold coin??" he held it up. "First thing we do is break it into regular money because this may be a hot coin.
"Well you know better than I Schwenk...whatever you think is best." The tiger replied. Actually he felt relieved that Schwenk was going to trade the coin in for smaller denominations...Looking at the gold made the tiger feel somewhat uneasy...
"You can carry it in the meantime though, right?" he held it out.
Lumar balked. "No...That’s okay Schwenk, I don't want to carry it...I might lose it and then you'd be angry with me."
"Lumar." he said firmly. "Why do you think I keep you around? Eye candy? Cheap animal sex, maybe? No! You're my hired help. Coin--Your pocket. Now!!" he growled.
Reluctantly the tiger accepted the piece and placed it carefully in his pocket; he shuddered not liking the feel of it.
“OK...let's go to Lime Street...the butcher there does great steak and...if you're lucky...small crunchy alive animals...I know you enjoy that..."
Lumar brightened hearing this. "Sounds great Schwenk...I'm really hungry!" The two friends left the apartment...

Schwenk stopped in the doorway, checking that nobody was casing them. There was nobody. "OK, let's break that coin...Come on..." he walked over to a small tobacconist “...Lumar...go buy me some cigars, break that coin and we'll be fine..."
"Uh...Schwenk, how many should I buy? Er...shouldn't you be the one doing the transaction? I'm kind of nervous." Lumar admitted.
Schwenk patted the tiger's arm. "No...I'd rather a powerhouse male tiger be seen with that coin...buy six cheapies...that'll give us plenty of change..."
The tiger sighed, nodded, and went inside the shop.
The bell above the door tinkled and the tobacconist at the counter, a panther looked up from the paper he had been reading. Business was slow at this time in the morning and he raised an eyebrow seeing the huge striped tiger.
"What can I do yea for?" The panther asked pushing his paper aside.
"Erm...I'd like six cheapie cigars...please..."
"Six cigars? What yea goin' to do smoke 'em all by yerself?" The panther quipped.
He laughed. "Yeah, something like that..." he placed the coin on the counter.
The cat's eyes went round as saucers. "Goddess! A gold coin...are yea sure yea only want the cheap brand? With that yea can buy excellent quality cigars..."
"Thanks, but I've never been classy....cheapies please....six of 'em..."
The panther shook his head. "Suit yerself." He reached under the counter, brought out a box, and selected six cheapies. "Want 'em gift wrapped?"
"No thanks...I'll take them as is..." he nodded.
"Suit yerself." The cat repeated; he handed them over to Lumar and gave the tiger his change. "Where did yea get a gold coin as this?" The panther asked biting down on the piece. "Goddess this IS solid gold! Are you with the Sh'iars? They are the only ones who run around the place with gold of all things!"
"They're not the only ones..."he replied calmly. "I think this one came from a bank in....hmmm...can't remember now...out of state though..." he sounded like it was not important.
The panther shrugged and swept the piece away into his cash drawer. "Well whatever--good day to yea, sir...enjoy." He picked up his paper immediately dismissing the tiger.
Schwenk saw Lumar come out of the shop. "Well? Everything go OK?"
"Yeah Schwenk...I got the cigars...I was real calm especially when the panther started asking questions about where I got the gold coin." The tiger gushed breathlessly.
"Well done, brother...He asked questions? Did he seem suspicious??"
Lumar shook his head. "No...I downplayed everything and he lost interest...Here's the money I got."
"OK...keep hold of it....So....hungry?"
Lumar's stomach answered groaning, rumbling, and growling; the tiger laughed. "Does that answer your question?"
"Come on then..." they headed to the meat market. When they arrived Schwenk was happily smoking a cigar. "OK...take a look around and get what you want, OK?"
Lumar gazed down at the human. "Really Schwenk? I can get anything?"
"Sure..." he nodded. "I'll be at that table and bench over there; OK....You've got the money..."
"Uh huh...yes...but what about you? What are you going to get for yourself?"
"There's a kiosk...I'll get myself something more...well....cooked..."
"Okay...I'll see you in a few minutes!" Lumar gave Schwenk a bear hug and quickly disappeared among the meat vendors.
"I hear the micrits come highly recommended..." he called out. Schwenk walked to the kiosk and ordered a hot pie with coffee. Once he had these he sat at the table that was under a tree.
True to his word, Lumar rejoined the human grinning ear to ear and in his hands he had a HUGE plate....Resting on that plate were the remains of a bloodied corpse of a royal buck--the hind quarters that is...
"Wow...big food...Did you not get any micrits??"
"Naw...I saw this and I got it at a bargain! The butcher says it's road kill just struck down this morning!"
"You make it sound so tempting..." he chuckled and took a bite of pie and slurp of coffee.
"Did you want some, Schwenk? The meat is still warm to the touch!" The tiger was salivating while staring at the deer's flank.
"If I touch that you'll more than likely bite my fingers off...I'll stick to beef...well...beefish pie, thanks..."
"Can't say I didn't offer..." Lumar took his meal behind the tree away from Schwenk to spare the human from his eating habits. However, Schwenk couldn't help but hear the sounds the tiger was making tearing into his meal and shuddered himself.
Schwenk remembered seeing Lumar in action...against a human and the sounds brought it all back. He gulped but allowed Lumar his enjoyment. After all, he considered, he had allowed this supreme killing machine into his life for a reason. Schwenk didn't want to sterilize Lumar's habits.
It didn't take the tiger very long to wolf down his meal; he burped and settled leaning against the tree licking all traces of blood from his hands, claws, and fur--Lumar was happily content.
"You done?" he called to the seated tiger out of view.
"Yes..." came Lumar's muffled voice. "I'll be with you in a moment...just making myself more presentable..."
"OK, take your time....want a drink?"
"Nah...I'm fine...the deer had a lot of blood in it. My thirst has been quenched...” he replied.
"OK...I'm getting another..." he walked back to the kiosk and got another steaming coffee. Life was good.
Lumar now clean of all traces of blood from his meal came into view and took a seat under the tree. He craned his neck looking up into the sky thinking the same thing as Schwenk: Life was good and he was happy.
"You look a happy tiger. I've never met a tiger with a full belly who was miserable..."
The tiger's tail was swinging in a big lazy arc. "Yes Schwenk...I am very happy...Thank you for keeping your promise." Lumar rested his head on the table and purred...
"...and if I hadn't?"
The big cat raised his head and gazed at the human through half-lidded eyes. "I would have been very unhappy."
Schwenk smirked. "Meaning?"
"Although I owe you a debt of gratitude...I would question your sincerity to me." Lumar closed his eyes and lowered his head. "But I don't have to worry about that do I?"
"Course not...it's bad enough that you jump up and down on me in bed...I'd hate to think what you'd do to me in anger..."
"I have no reason to be angry with you Schwenk since you take good care of me." Lumar simply answered. "The sun's rays are nice and warm...I feel so drowsy."
"Don't fall asleep on me...you're too heavy to drag back...and I won't want to be near your feet either..." he laughed.
The tiger's ears were swiveling crazily...no more than usual listening to anything and everything. Suddenly Lumar bolted upright--his pupils normally diamond shaped became tiny dots in a sea of green; he snarled curling back his lip focusing on a spot over Schwenk's shoulder.
"Erm..." Schwenk said meekly. "Was it something I said, big fella??"
"Someone following us...” the tiger uttered his growl becoming lower and more dangerous. "The person is hiding...trying to stay out of sight, but I smell them! Behind you Schwenk...."
"Who? What? Being followed? That's impossible...nobody could know!!"
Lumar's nose flared. "A human! Shall I get them?"
"Human?? No....not yet...let's see what they're up to, OK?" he knew that apart from him, Lumar was very anti-human and he could seriously damage a potentially innocent person.
The tiger's fur was sticking up on end. "Are you sure? I can eliminate them for you...sneak up behind them and attack!" Lumar's voice was deepening and very shortly would turn into a roar.
"Lumar...tuck your balls away, please...besides...you're more effective when you're hungry...he may not even be following us...you could be wrong..."
The tiger reluctantly tore his sight away from the spot he was focusing on and studied Schwenk; his friend knew best...better to trust him and his judgment. Lumar took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. "I'll listen to you Schwenk...I'll get something to drink to relax me."
"Let me get it for you...you let that meat digest..." he patted Lumar's hand to try and calm him.
The tiger nodded. "Okay...thank you."
"What do you want?"
"Do you think there is a possibility I could get some liquor?" He asked jokingly.
"How about a coffee?" he winked.
"Sure that would be fine..." the big cat sighed--he still couldn't help but feel that the person was trailing them because of the gold; but he kept quiet not voicing his doubts to Schwenk.
Schwenk brought over a long milky coffee. "Get that down you and try to calm...I can smell your tension..."
Lumar accepted the proffered beverage downing it in one gulp; he began to slowly unwind. "I am feeling better...calmer...Uh did you put something in my drink to make me relax?
"No....not this time. Look, how about later on I get my pads on and we have a spar...you can let some tension out..."
"Really? I would like that very much!" Lumar smiled. "I'll go easy on you though...I don't want to beat you up too much."
"I'll have my gear on...you won't hurt me....much...Who knows, maybe I'll take it easy on you..." he teased.
The tiger only nodded; the human that had been supposedly shadowing them was gone.
"What's wrong? You're not normally the sultry, silent sort..."
"Huh? Oh...nothing's wrong Schwenk...I don't smell that human anymore...They're gone...I guess you were right--it was nothing to worry about."
He nodded. "Besides, I hardly think the Sh’iar would use a human agent...you know what they think of us..."
"The Sh'iar hate humans Schwenk...Their motto is 'There is no good human other than a dead one.' Well that is according to the true die hard Sh'iars--those are the ones you want to stay away from." Lumar sighed worriedly. "There is no way the Sh'iars could possibly trace the gold to us could they?"
"You tell me...you know them better than I...However, I think not...we've been very careful...that human has nothing to do with them! Mind you..." he looked at Lumar. "The Sh’iars share that motto with you, right?"
"I-I don't hate all humans...you're human and I haven't killed you. You wound up hiding in my cardboard box and yet I didn't kill you. There are some good humans and some who are bad...But please do not include me in that category with the Sh'iars...they are...crazy fanatics. There is a reason why Thunderians don't mingle with them." Lumar explained.
"OK, I'm sorry...but I know you've had some bad experiences at the hands of humans...I think I'm the exception, not the rule..."
"Yes...you are correct...I admit you are an exception."
"So don't take offence, none was intended...but I've seen you kill humans brother, I've seen your reaction towards them..."
Lumar wouldn't meet Schwenk’s eyes. "I won't deny it...I have killed humans and I admit I have no love for them but I insist I don't hate humans like the Sh'iars! They would quicker kill a human at a drop of a hat and then ask questions later. I insist I am not like that!"
"...and I'm in total agreement with you...don't worry about that. Fact is I have scarce little knowledge of the Sh’iar..."
"You're lucky...they are like pit bulls...I think on Earth there were such creatures, dogs created called pit bulls that were considered psychotic? Well these cats are like that."
"But religious as well?"
Lumar nodded. "There are two factions--the priests who are the religious fanatics and then the psychotic warriors."
Schwenk frowned. "Sh’iar warriors? I've not heard about them....tell me more..."
The tiger looked quite pained. "Must we spoil a wonderful morning talking about the Sh'iar warriors? I'd rather talk about something else."
"OK....but later.....please?" he asked politely.
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"We'll see...maybe." Lumar muttered.
"Lumie?" Schwenk persisted. "If I run the risk of being questioned by these god-brothers, I'd like to know about them..."
"Let's hope it doesn't come down to that...they would more likely want to kill you rather than talk, Schwenk."
He smirked. "Doubtful...they'll want their gold back..."
The tiger shrugged. "Remember what I said, they are psychotic. Listen, I will tell you everything you want to know about them tonight...How's that?"
What could Lumar possibly tell Schwenk about the Sh’iar warriors to make him understand the sheer terror that they instilled in him? When he was a cub the elders, already uneasy with the fact that he was abnormally large for his age, used to scare him with talk that they would abandon him to the Sh’iars.
‘You’re a freak just like them—you deserve each other!’ Then would come the never ending beatings…All because he was…different.
He was used to seeing the elderly Sh’iar priests and priestesses as they ambled through the streets spouting on and on about the religious miracles of the Phoenix—protector of the Sh’iars, goddess of everlasting life. But he had never been face to face with the dreaded Sh’iar warriors and didn’t know if he would ever want to be. All that he knew about them was heresy and third party gossip…the only thing he knew for certain about the Sh’iars or ‘chosen ones’ was that they were supposedly genetically enhanced Thunderians created to be deadly killing machines. Lumar ran his claws through his striped mane thinking it was a bad mistake to have robbed and killed the old priest over his gold. Please…he silently prayed. Please don’t let the Sh’iars learn of the priest’s death and trace it back to us…
"Well, Lumar...shall we head back home...Or are you too full to get your arse kicked in a sparring match?"
"Yeah Schwenk, I'm ready to leave...I'm actually looking forward to a good sparring match with you...I think it will help me to get rid of this tension..." The big cat grinned and got up to follow the human.
"I'm glad I'll be well armoured then..." he smirked.
"You had better be." The tiger advised. "I might hurt you if you aren't and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you!" Lumar suddenly noticed Schwenk wasn't taking the familiar route for home. "Where are you heading?" The tiger asked curiously. "Are you planning a job or something? We've got money..."
"Just curious about something...hence the detour..." they walked past the park and into the 'well-to-do' part of town.
Lumar walked alongside the human wondering where they were heading all the while glancing around him in wonder until he realized their destination; the tiger stopped in the middle of the sidewalk shuddering. "Let's turn back Schwenk...I don't want to go...there..."
"We're not 'going' anywhere....merely walking past, that's all...Come on fraidy cat!"
The tiger dug his heels stubbornly into the ground. "No Schwenk!" He growled. "I don't want to go anywhere near there! Why? Why would you? Please leave well enough alone!"
"I want to know what's happening...probably nothing, right? This way we can find out...now come on...You're my protector...so you have to come!"
Lumar stubbornly shook his big head. "No--I won't!" This was not the only time the tiger had stubbornly refused an order from the human; he swished his tail agitated and flattened his ears against his skull. "No!" He said again defiantly much to Schwenk's annoyance.
"Well I am...let's see how long you want to be alone for!" he snapped and walked in the direction of the temple. It was huge, made of imposing dark stone and gated with black iron.
"Don't leave me!" The tiger wailed following; he whimpered resigned to his fate. "I tell you Schwenk it's a bad idea to walk near their Sanctuary...They will probably have guards posted out in front...they always do! Please Schwenk...listen to me...I don't want to go near there..."
"This is a public street, dummy...people walk past there ALL the time...stop being such a.....coward!"
Lumar lowered his head in defeat...what was the use in arguing? Soon they came before the huge building of the Sanctuary...and as the tiger had predicted stood two huge sentries adorned in gold and black armour. It was difficult to discern the sex or breed of the guards as they were heavily suited head to toe in armour. The only parts visible were their eyes which glowed an ominous red; although they were behind the wrought iron gate, Lumar shivered.
"Keep walking...don't stare..." Schwenk whispered, "Seems quiet, that's good!"
The tiger meekly followed the human's lead doing his best not to look back at the guards but he couldn't help sensing that they were intently watching him! "Schwenk..." Lumar gulped. "I can feel their eyes on me...I think I am going to faint..."
"Oh grow a pair of balls, for fucks sake...no wonder they left you in the gutter!" he replied, somewhat cruelly.
The tiger began to reel. "Honest Schwenk I feel faint!" Lumar doubled over and instead of fainting he brought up his breakfast all over the sidewalk barely missing Schwenk who got some of the after splash.
"Oh great...make a fucking scene..." he cuffed the tiger's ear. "You can pay me back for that half digested mess too....now come on, let's go home..." he grumbled.
Lumar gave a dry retch and wiped his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve. "Sorry Schwenk...I-I feel somewhat better...Do you think the guards noticed?"
"Hmmm...Let me think...a seven foot prick hurls up half a deer in front of their property! Gee...I wonder..." he replied sarcastically.
The tiger's ears drooped. "I didn't mean to make a scene...honestly...It's just that they make me nervous...well...they scare the shit out of me! That is the first time ever that I have seen one of the warriors....Do you think I've made them suspicious?"
"Why don't you go ask them, dumb arse!!"
"I don't want to go near them, Schwenk! Please let's hurry and get out of this area!" Lumar begged throwing a nervous glance back over his shoulder.
Schwenk rolled his eyes unsympathetically as they headed away. Their backs were turned as one guard left his post to speak to his senior officer.
"When did this happen?" The Tiglon asked the guard; he was a frighteningly huge hybrid.
"Not five minutes ago, Sir!"
"What direction did they go?" The Tiglon turned his head to one side noticing his female companion approaching.
"East, Sir..."
"Very good...You were correct to report this incident to me soldier. Resume your post...good work and again keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious." He turned to the she-cat, a Leoponess dressed in gold armour. "What is it Crystalandra?"
"A human, with a Bengalian tiger of all things? Curious!"
"Yes...I know completely unheard of! Tell me have you learned anything of our missing priest? More importantly what has happened to the gold? Have our spies found out anything of importance?"
“The Seekers are out on the streets as we speak, Sir. Nothing yet, but it shall only be a matter of time..." she pounded her gold clad fist into her hand.

Argo nodded. "Very good...let us go pray to our goddess in the hopes she will give us a sign as to what we should do next."
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