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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 2:34 pm
Princess_Feylin So far Aesir had come up with three Reavers to include on his first viking as Warlord. Technically, he had two Reavers and a Freeborn, but that Freeborn was a fiesty female who had apparently shown a great deal of determination in challenging into the Stormborn and had ambitions to be a Reaver. Aesir had no problem including her in his crew. But in truth, his mind wasn't really on who he had included or was going to include in his crew at the moment. Because he'd spent the last while as a Thrall, forbidden to leave the stronghold, Aesir knew that his knowledge of the areas surrounding the pride was incomplete and out of date. No good Captain would set off to go viking without some sort of goal or heading, and so Aesir either had to go exploring on his own, which was not a particularly appealing thought, or he'd have to find out from someone else what might be the best direction to head out in, depending on what sort of loot he hoped to bring back. For that, Aesir had decided to approach Taraxa, who was the most experienced Stormborn in his crew so far. The Warlord knew he'd been out raiding rather recently, too, so his information ought to be fresh and accurate, which made it useful. The best kind of knowledge to have, in Aesir's opinion. With that in mind, Aesir made his way to Taraxa's den, trying to remind himself of the names of the Reaver's cubs. They'd come up the last time he and Taraxa spoke, and Aesir wanted to make sure he could at least name them, if not match names to faces. Syrius Lionwing It had taken him all day, all day and a lot of tactical planning to set up. Here it was, the greatest trap he had ever set. If he hadn't bribed that bird he would never have been able to do it, a bird in the land is worth two in the bush and that bird had been a very good hand. Essentially the tree 's leaves had been stuck together and within those leaves sat the largest pile of sticky briars he had ever seen, of course he was young but he had been hoarding the wonderfully sticky things nice he found out about them. The leaves were held up by a very simple set of sticks and the stick attached to a vine and the vine hooked around a sapling which held the stick firmly so one little twang and the whole thing would come falling from above in a waterfall of briars. It was his masterpiece. It was a very complicated trap, his most complicated and would and could potentially get all of his siblings. He just had to go and tell them about something exciting in this direction. With a smile he turns toads the den concocting the most wonderful of stories, he paused though when he heard the approach of some larger paws, he jumped quickly behind a large rock to observe, maybe it was his father? That would make the trap even more wonderful, if he caught his father in it!
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 2:43 pm
Princess_Feylin Aesir, completely conditioned to believe that no one in the Stormborn would ever attack him from behind or by treachery, walked with confidence, his head held high. Even when he'd been sentenced to spend a period as a Thrall, Aesir had been unable to alter his posture and attitude to suit his diminished position. He didn't quite strut or swagger, but he certainly gave off the aura of a lion for whom life held no terrors. He was not as carefree as he seemed, in truth, but perhaps the Warlord was a little too confident in believing himself safe from attack within the Stormborn stronghold. At any rate, he definitely was not paying sufficient attention to his surroundings. He was accustomed to looking for potential threats, usually in the form of places an enemy might hide in ambush, though ambush was not one of the tactics used when Stormborn fought amongst themselves. He was absolutely not in the habit of watching for sticks held secured with subtly placed vines, and so he walked completely unsuspecting into an unexpected trap laid by an even more unexpected enemy. Syrius Lionwing With the subtle snap of the twig, down came the waterfall, a torrent of sticky briars, catching on every inch of the warlords coat and with that twang Loki popped out from behind the large rock laughing happily. "Ohh yeah I so got yo…" He blinked owlishly, he was sure that it would be his father, or his older half sibling thrall, to see the warlord covered from head to toe in briars paused his laughter mid 'ha' "Ohhai" He blinks stuck to the top of the rock, a deer in the headlights. Ohhh crap, he was certain he was about to be dead, or worse, that his father was about to show up.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 3:15 pm
Princess_Feylin Aesir heard the faint snapping sound of a twig, but he paid it absolutely no mind. Twigs did snap sometimes, and all but the most careful and stealthy of lions were guilty of causing it from time to time. The Warlord's inattention didn't last long, however, as a cascade of wretched, prickly briars fell from above to cling to his dark pelt and p***k his flesh in places where his fur was insufficiently long or thick. Under this onslaught, Aesir reacted as any normal lion could be expected to react, given the circumstances. His adrenaline kicked in and his mind went immediately into "something's going to die" mode as he snarled savagely. His head and ears swiveled this way and that as he sought out his attacker, who would very soon be his victim. His golden eyes practically glowed with sudden bloodlust. At least he had the good sense not to move around a great deal in his rage. The paws on his pads had been hardened by a lifetime of use, but treading on briars was not something which could easily be shrugged off. Unfortunately, he didn't hold perfectly still, either, and so one of his hindpaws, more difficult to see and more difficult to watch out for, came down on one of the prickly things. "You're dead," he hissed, unaware still of who had attacked him until moments after uttering the words. At that point his golden gaze fell on Loki and his brain felt very suddenly scrambled by conflicting "kill" and "cub" messages. Syrius Lionwing Loki moved at last only to fall off the back of the rick he had been perched upon. "Uhm..it wasn't me." He mumbles peering out innocently from behind the rock, his legs were wobbly and he was unsure if he could possibly run, as he wanted to and hide behind his father. "Well it was a little bit me but it wasn't meant for you oh warlordyness..sir.." He stumbles, ducking back behind the rock under the deathly glare and threats of the very large warlord. Well if Aesir didn't kill him, his dad probably would, damn, what a waste of the best trap ever if it was going to get him killed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 3:44 pm
Princess_Feylin It took a few more moments for Aesir's brain to come to the conclusion that the appropriate action in this instance would be not to kill the cub. Ordinarily it didn't take him anything like that long to make decisions when he was in battle mode, but the sudden introduction of a cub which he was certainly not supposed to kill had upset things considerably more than the sudden arrival of an enemy's partner or screaming spouse might have done. Partners could be killed and spouses could be killed or silenced, depending on what was more convenient. Sometimes they could even be ignored. Aesir's rather unique situation fored him to abandon all of those options, and find a new one: don't kill or otherwise damage the cub. In the time it took Aesir to reach this conclusion, the pale cub fell from his perch, prompting the Warlord to instinctively step forward to peer behind the rock to see if the cub had fallen because he'd lost consciousness or just lost his balance. The assumption that the cub might have fainted from fright wasn't complete conceit, as Aesir had been known to terrify people into doing so in the past. He'd also been known to cause people to wet themselves, which the cub did not seem to have done, judging by the lack of piss-scent in the air. While checking on the cub was probably a good instinct overall, stepping forward to do so absolutely was not. This time one of his front paws came down on a briar, and as he snatched it backward he uttered a furious, frustrated, "Stormlords' balls!" By this time the cub was in the process of uttering apologies and denials which Aesir honestly didn't hear, being far too distracted by the briars in both his hind paw and his fore paw. He was already beginning to reconsider that whole "don't kill or otherwise damage the cub" decision. Syrius Lionwing Loki was still looking up wide eyed at the big, very frightening male. Still he felt a touch smug that he had managed to capture someone in his trap. Okay, not the right person but, wow, it had certainly been effective. "Uh..would you hum..yeah I'm sorry.." He blinks owlishly, wondering what exactly he was supposed to do at this point. Should he run, should he stay. "Do you need help?" He raised a curious brow, his tail flickering. He was seriously wondering how he could improve upon this pranking effort. It was a shame to see it wasted upon the war lord who still looked like he might kill him. "If it's any consolation…I didn't mean for you to walk in to it, I mean..hum..it wasn't me?" he had deviated from denial and now he would probably have to face the music, maybe? Twitching his ears he takes a quick step backwards keeping his gaze fixed squarely upon the war lord. If he made it through this he would only prank on weekends…maybe..well..okay maybe on week days too with days off for celebrations of course.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:41 pm
Princess_Feylin Aesir had figured out that holding still was the best option, but he couldn't just stand there forever, waiting for...what? The burrs wouldn't just fall off on their own, and it wasn't as though he could easily rid himself of them without assistance. He was reluctant, however, to accept aid from the same cub who had set the trap to begin with. Something told him that it would be like inviting trouble. And yet he would have to accept help from someone, sometime. "You need a new story, or you need to solidify the facts for the one you have," the Warlord said, temporarily deferring the matter of whether or not he needed help until he could consider all the ramifications of accepting it from the cub. Maybe if he just had the cub help him clear away the burrs surrounding him so that he could make his way home. He carefully raised one forepaw to his muzzle and began to work at the burrs lodged between the pads there with even greater care. The pads of his paws were by no means soft and dainty, but his teeth were sharp and the burrs were, too. He would definitely have to take a little-used path home, to avoid being seen. He hoped he'd be able to take care of the burrs before Morrigan saw him. "How about," he said around the burrs, "you just clear a path through here so I can head home and attend to the ones still clinging to me." The cub would live. This time. Syrius Lionwing "Wellllll….you know, my dad told me this story about the mouse and the lion and the lion owed him a favour when he plucked a thorn from his foot. Course, in this situation, it might be a bit…..difficult for you to get back to your den without a little lions help sooooo.." He pursed his lips and looked deeply thoughtful "Whats in it for me?" He grins, young he was and certainly pushing his luck, but he knew he would never be a reaver, he would always be a freeborn, he had to get some sort of glory where he could. Plodding behind the rock he had used as his vantage and hide away he shimmies out from behind the rock with two very thick pads of fur around his paws. " Clever right? I invented them so I could in theory move lots of burrs about. Course I didn't put those ones in that trap, I just happen to have these." He beams, a perfectly innocent grin.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 1:14 pm
Princess_Feylin Aesir nodded, at first thinking that he was just being reminded of the story of the Mouse and the Lion because the situation was similar. His expression changed abruptly to surprise and then outrage and amusement in quick succession. The fact that he was a lion meant that several of those expressions involved teeth showing. The fact that he was the Warlord of the Stormborn meant that those teeth tended to be maybe a little more menacing than was strictly necessary. "What's in it for you?" he repeated. "I suppose there's always the satisfaction of not being eaten. I don't think your father would mind. You have a number of siblings, I think." He grinned very toothily indeed. Oh, he was still in all sorts of discomfort, but he was a Stormborn, and too tough to show it. Besides, he'd made more than enough of a fool of himself before with the damned things. He wasn't going to react to them any more. And maybe he would eat the cub on principle. But later. Right now he didn't think hunting or chasing would be the wisest activity. "Very clever," Aesir acknowledged. "But a truly clever lion would know better than to try to bargain with the Warlord. It is an honor for you to be of any use to me, I expect, and fortunate for you that I am in a forgiving mood." He wasn't quite. In fact, he kept fluctuating between genuinely wanting to damage the cub and being amused by him. It would be better, probably, for the cub if he would stop antagonizig him and let the Warlord go about his business. Syrius Lionwing The young lion raises a brow. Okay, not being eaten would be good. "I'm sure my father would mind, I'm just not sure ho much he would mind." He clears his throat and pulls the thick pieces of fur off his paws. "In the interest of not being eaten.." he throws one thick pad to the warlord. "I'm going to retreat and call today neither a success nor a failure." He raises both brows and throws Aesir the second thick pad. "And I am also going to run away and live to prank another day." He grins a VERY toothy grin and turns tail. "Thanks for testing my trap, maybe I can offer it in a war effort one day." the little cub chuckles happily skittering away back towards the dens hoping that he wouldn't find himself being eaten by the war lord when he got out of the circle of burrs.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 1:37 pm
Princess_Feylin "You are a clever lion," Aesir said when Loki made the decision that discretion might be the better part of valour. "I'll make sure your father knows what a son he has the next time I speak to him." That could be interpreted as a threat, perhaps, and Aesir did mean his words to be ambiguous. It would behoove the little monster to have a bit of fear put into him. After all, Aesir was a fierce warrior, and not meant to be the butt of childish pranks. And if he was to fall victim to them, he had to make sure the children involved didn't take it into their skulls to do it again. So maybe a little bit of menace remained, but nothing malevolent. "Maybe you can. Until then, I think it would be best if you kept your invention - and its first test - a secret." The last thing Aesir wanted was for word of his humiliation to get out to the pride. No one respected a leader that they laughed at when they chewed mint.
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