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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:54 pm
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"Well, not too much, really." Kerra replied, his own voice lowering in tune with hers. Apparently this was serious talk now and if they were overheard big trouble could brew. Or perhaps, somehow, just talking about the monsters would lend then some sort of power and bring their wrath down upon their heads. Hey. It could happen. Well, maybe...
"I heard a story that some time ago - before I was born - the Nergui monsters killed one of ours out on the borders. Someone else was saying that they have strange bone-markings and horns growing up from between their ears like--like a wildebeest." And he patted his head - on the tuft of growing fur - to indicate the spot. "And massive fangs all sharp and pointy like a cobra's." He shifted, though whether through unease or excitement at the imagining it couldn't be told. "But I've never seen one. My parents haven't either and my grandfather claims they're all cowards hiding in the mountains."
His ears lifted with an idea. "But, hey, Shula. If you become a guard you'll be out on the borders a lot. You might be one of the first to see a Nergui monster! If you see one, you'll have to tell me. Oh, and make sure they don't get you in a strangle hold." He gave a swift little nod, accompanied by a grin.
"Or, maybe if I become a guard, we might get to patrol together and then we'd be able to chase it off or bring it back or something."
Perhaps guard work would be better than becoming a soldier...in the right situation they might find themselves on the front line, leading the way.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:29 pm
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Kimaria Figure we can end this here? XD Looking forward to RP them some more! Hit me up in my thread or on AIM soon, ya? <33
A lot of lions believed the best offense was a good defense. Shula seemed to agree, and feel the best defense was just being defensive. The thought of these minatory strangers would scare her if she let it.
Horns like a wildebeest, fangs like a cobra...
"That sounds ridiculous. I'm going to ask my mom about them."
As Shula readied herself for a slide down their rock (um, it suddenly seemed high up here, didn't it?), she latched onto one word he'd used she didn't like. If she became a guard?
"I'm gonna be a guard," Shula told him, matter-of-fact style. "And you should be, too."
Getting down was a lot easier than getting up had been.
From the ground, Shula called to him "Don't stay out too late!" It's what mom would say. And, on that note, she turned and hurried back home. Last thing she wanted was to get in trouble!
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