Rhocielle

Neither brother spoke as they slowly exchanged circling patterns around the large mutant falcon. What had Shredder been feeding her? She was twice as big as the rest of them, yet a falcon was not a particularly big animal. Darting a glance to one another, they moved. Donatello was the first to charge, moving in close for a swift sweep to her feet, but instead rolled past her as Leonardo lunged forward after his brother's feint. Koya was momentarily distracted, by her predatory eyes quickly caught on to what had occurred, in time to meet the twin katanas with her sharp claws. The avian scales of her claws were as hard as steel, perhaps even mo

Leonardo carefully crawled over to the edge of the stream's bank, hesitant about he would see in the reflective water. He saw his face, but there was something noticeably different. Blue was around his eyes, streaking across his face. It was not his bandana, however. As he admired the gift she had made for him, he thought back on the strange collection of sounds that he had heard during, listening to her presumably mixing make-up and food dye borrowed from April and her mother to make the right shade of blue with the right consistency to set properly on his skin. It was not actual face paint, and so lacked a more professional finished look, b

He hears the ecstatic laughter of children, his children. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom earlier than expected, their soft petals carpeting the gardens. He can see his sons collecting handfuls before throwing the petals at one another. A tender hand comes up to caress his cheek from behind, drawing his attention away from the window. She wishes for help in the kitchen. She does not need his help, and his grace on the battlefield has not yet transcended into the kitchen. As always, she will end up needing to fix what he has managed to ruin, but he can see the love in her eyes as she repeats her request. He slowly rises to his feet, una

The sun was slowly setting in the distance, casting a warm orange glow upon the O'Neil homestead. With Leonardo back with them, and doing better than he had been when first arrived, Michelangelo thought it was time for a little celebration. S'mores! We can finally have a real bonfire and not just one of the metal drums we'd fill up with scraps of wood down in the sewers. Wonder if April's dad has a stereo or something to play music on. He was excited to have really useful to do, something only he could pull off successfully. Humming to himself, he walked the perimeter of the farm, scooping up firewood along the way. He waved to Raphael who ha

With complimentary belches and praises for the food, they all went their separate ways. April and Casey remained in the house to help deal with the mountains of dishes that they had all contributed to creating. Donatello resumed his study of Ultrom data files, while Michelangelo went to pester Mr. O'Neil about his motorcycle, though Casey would be joining them soon after as well. Raphael had convinced Leonardo to take a walk with him, much to the brother's surprise. That left Alopex and Splinter to their own respective devices. Splinter had been the first to rise in the morning, and had made his way towards a tree brandishing a tire swing to

Michelangelo was about to give up and head back inside. His brother had already returned to his mad scientist lab in the garage. He did not want to stop keeping a lookout, but he couldn't stay awake all night either. The rest of the lights in the house were already out, the O'Neil family and Casey already asleep. He sighed, picking up his nunchaku. He had only glanced down briefly before he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Somethings. His eyes widened immediately. "DONNIE!" he screamed out, scrambling to get off of the roof in a hurry. In an instant, the bedroom lights were turned on. Pounding footsteps echoed through the home

Leonardo felt alive once more, or at least, far more than he had been hours before. His brown eyes darted towards any movement in the shadows as he leapt from tree to tree. She was fast, faster than he had ever given her credit for when they were in the Foot Clan. Perhaps that had always been her intention, given her betrayal of Shredder. By making herself seem a bit slower, perhaps a bit weaker too, she was lulling her prey into a false sense of security. It was a good plan in theory, but one that ultimately failed for her. "Alopex!" he called out again, only to hear the same reply: nothing. He stopped move, leaping off his tree and landin

Raphael could not stand the waiting. Patience was not one of his virtues, but it was both a weakness and a source of pride. Whereas Splinter and his older brothers had to stop to think of a plan of action, his plan was simple: action. He gave Leonardo enough time, as far as he was concerned, more than he would have if Donatello and Michelangelo had not talked him out of chasing down Leo immediately. Damn, Leo, why the hell'd ya get in my way?! We all know Shredder's flea bag's already on her way to tell 'em where we are. Should have killed her and been done with it! He yelled aloud and swung out his arm harshly, severing a dry branch that had

Leonardo was dreaming. The pain and agony faded away as a warm body was felt against his. She was... She... She?! His eyes went immediately wide at the realization of who was against him, darting over what he could see of her vulpine face. Her golden eyes were hidden behind soft lids, almost as if she were peacefully sleeping. A moment later, those previously hidden golden eyes were those of a startled animal. They mirrored his shocked expression. Both were too paralyzed to move by the perceived boldness of the other. What had seemed to last an eternity, had only been a little longer than a full heartbeat as the fox jerked away from him. Alop