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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:00 pm
He looked over finding himself a small creak, he thought about it for a moment before wandering over to it and lapping up some water, it was one of those days where he just barely felt like it so he was going to do it. He moved over to the side of the water and sat down on the side and thought about it for a little while. He wanted to do something but he wasn't sure of what he wanted to do. To a point he had some motivation for the day but he wasn't too sure of what it was. For now he was just doing to settled for a little bit and rest and just thinkg for a little while.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:36 pm
She knew the lands all the way from the Firekin desert to the Demon volcano, her father's homeland to her current home, and all of the tracks of her travels following her brother in between. She had spent most of her adolescence on the move, and still had some vague memories of the places. Memories of a goddess and a gift. Memories of loneliness, of desperation, of darkness. Memories of just how she had crafted her secret. Not even her beloved brother knew that secret. But they both knew the results, hidden in her paws with sheathed secrets.
But Bele was not out to find memories or secrets. For the next few days, she was out solely to find supplies, so she decided to travel in a new direction. She had already gathered a few bones and feathers, some interesting blue ones particularly, that she thought certain members of the pride might like. She preferred red and black, herself, but she had to satisfy her customers. She heard the trickle of a stream and wandered toward the sound, hoping to find some interesting reeds or rocks - the pridelands mostly had just the black rocks and glass left by cooled lava, which, while lovely, didn't offer many choices.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:41 am
Yiska was starting to carefully clean out his mane, mostly out of boredom, taking his time and focusing on it, that is until something caught his attention. A scent drifting into his nose made him look up and in the direction of the female that was heading his way. He flicked his ears a few times listening to her as she came closer, he sat up looking at her. She was red and black, and also had some white on her. He was curious about her, he could see the beads and the feathers in her hair. His tail flicked idly behind him before he spoke out to her.
"Hello?" He called out cautiously, the idea of another wasn't always his favorite. He did enjoy company occasionally but, yet, at the same time he really didn't. It was interesting to have some one else around him to keep him company but there was always a chance that his company was violent and that was something he didn't like. At one point he used to be strong and built and could take on whoever was coming his way however at the moment there wasn't a way that he couldtake anyone on, not even the female coming his way at the moment, he wasn't the happier to say that but it was pretty true. So he was cautious about the girl coming his way.He wasn't even too sure if she was aware that he was there but he was aware that she was for sure.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:13 pm
Bele's ears flicked forward at the sound of a voice amidst the bubblings of the little brook, and suddenly saw soft green eyes, not altogether too different from her own, watching her. She was mildly surprised; having been upwind, she couldn't have smelled the stranger. But it was a water source like any other, and other animals were bound to be somewhere around it.
He was unfamiliar to her, so she simply assumed that he was a rouge, though he had a lovely black pelt that made her mildy homesick for her demons. But unlike the demons, he looked....well, sickly. She could see his boniness beneath his ragged fur, his mane clinging to his neck from a lack of grooming. It made him look smaller, especially in comparison to her own half-Firekin size. It was curious - surely lands like these were plentiful with prey? But she reserved judgement and simply answered him with an echoed, "Hello, stranger." She smiled briefly at him, trying to see if she could change his forlornly cautious expression, but hid it quickly as she bent to lap the waters.
It was an awkward moment. She was probably going to stick around for a while to complete her task of supplies-foraging, but it didn't look like the white-swirled stranger was going to move any time soon. He barely even looked like he could pick himself up.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:53 pm
Yiska had once been big enough to be slightly bigger then the average adult male. However he wasn't at the second, it was a sad sight, he had been told that before, it didn't really surprise him, he thought it took. His gaunt appearance shown even better if you looked at him from the front. He looked awkward and even taller then he normally was because he didn't have the meat on his bones. There was one thing for sure and that was that he felt kind of embarrassed around this female mostly because she was pretty good looking.
He looked down at his paws for a moment before nodding and speaking back to the female. "Hello." He answered, his voice was dark and heavy with sorrow it pretty well matched his appearance that was for sure. He was still going to be cautious of this female she was interesting and as he looked down at her claws he became even more curious, because those were not claws. He sat quietly for a moment before speaking again. She didn't appear to be going anywhere so there was no point of not talking.
"My name is Yiska." He started, not too sure of where to go after he said that. He was once good at talking to others but he wasn't that great at it anymore. "Um... Whats your name?" He asked again looking around trying to figure out if there was anything else he should say.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:36 pm
Bele had a bemused smile on her face as she considered the stranger. He was...pretty pathetic. And here he was, trying to break the silence. The poor thing didn't seem like he'd spoken to another creature in weeks. But maybe she was just used to the casual conversation of the pride, and the presence of slaves who, for the most part, remained silent around her. She'd never taken one herself, but the idea was starting to appeal to her as the pride - and her list of customers - grew. It wouldn't be half bad to have some kind of assistant around. But the thought of taking this Yiska as a slave never even crossed her mind. He had a demon's colors, not a slave's. She almost automatically thought of him as a demon in her own mind, but knew that he probably wasn't - not yet, anyway. She took his weakness as an indicator that he hadn't found himself, perhaps his demon, yet. But Bele herself hadn't always thought of herself as a demon, so she knew it was quite likely that he didn't have one.
All of this just a simple assumption flicking through the back of her mind....like how her initial priority for seeking supplies was getting slowly pushed back. "Yiska," she said simply, having no desire for any real formality. "I am Moto'ubele, craftess of the Aikanaro'hini. I'm out collecting materials." Bele added the last sentence somewhat awkardly - she didn't know why she felt the need to explain herself to this stranger. He meant nothing to her.
So she tried to ignore him for a brief moment as she looked into the stream, searching for any glistening precious stones, but her jade-green eyes couldn't help glancing back up at him. He was just so peculiar. "What are you doing here?" she asked bluntly, a harsh tone to her voice, a slightly judgmental frown crossing her face. It wasn't like these were her lands, but he was a stranger and she couldn't let him think that she was weak. Of course...it's not like there was any real risk of that in this case.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 3:58 pm
As the lioness talked he straighted himself out sitting back on his haunches, truthfully as he sat up he looked more sad. You could see even more of his bones slide against his skin. He was scary if you were a cub but other wise just sad if you weren't. He really had let himself go and as he reflected on this idea in his mind he knew that he was skinnier and weaker then this female and he didn't really like it. He sighed as he thought about it before he started to speak once more."Aikanaro'hini?" He asked the lioness. He thought he had heard of the pride before but he wasn't that sure. "Am I in your lands?" He asked a little more roughly he didn't want to be in some one pride.
As he spoke you could hear a bit of a grumble added to the sad tone. He paused before speaking again answering her question. "I am wandering..." Her paused for a moment before he let out a dark laugh. "I guess you could say I'm looking for something to either finish me off or for something to change my life." He looked at her very curiously himself, she was interesting something else. She carried herself in a way that he had never seen before. This was a very interseting lioness indeed. "Materials?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:38 pm
Bele almost expressed her shock when she saw his bones. He was absolutely...decrepit. "No, these are not Aikanaro'hini lands," she said with a poorly disguised fake laugh, retaining her pride in the demons. She almost felt awkward to look at him. It was nearly impossible not to feel sorry for him. She had frankly never seen a lion so deteriorated. Almost all of the demon lions were well-fed and thickset with muscle. Even in their volcanic lands, they had a dense jungle to hunt in. She was tempted to feed him, but she had no food. And certainly no herbs - that wasn't even remotely her craft.
His voice was gravelly, as if even his vocal chords were made of bone, with no flesh to protect them. The sound of it was beginning to upset her, but she remained silent about it. She just held herself a little bolder, tensing her jaw slightly.
"I must gather materials every so often because of my trade," she explained. "I am a craftess, a kurwa'e. I make weapons, armor, jewelry, you name it." She flexed her tooth-encased claws quickly. "Sometimes I even set traps." It was one of the more violent ways to cubnap new slaves, but sometimes it had to be done.
"I certainly hope something changes your life before you're finished off," she said with a harsh tone that almost hid the sympathy in the statement. What could reduce such a lion to this state? she wondered silently.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:59 pm
"Ah," Yiska nodded glad that he asked. He would hate to be in some one else's land. There had been once where he had a close encounter with some one else, he was almost killed, he wasn't but it was still something that startled him. But yes, it excited him at the same time. Parts of him wanted not to live but at the same time...
His thoughts were distracted by her voice, it snapped him back to thinking about what was going on at the moment. "Ah." He exclaimed again before he thought for a moment. "I can see you are good at what you do. I've never met a crafter of your excellence before. He had met crafters before, most of the beginners. Most of them didn't know how to do much other then braid beads into some one else's hair because of that he didn't know what it looked like to see some one with crafts like that.
"Excuse you?" He snapped, his attention turned toward her quickly and his mind changed quickly to something not as upbeat and pleasant. Although he was in bad condition and even though he knew he did. he knew that he wasn't in the best condition but yet he didn't like it when others pointed it out. It made him very unhappy. "That is none of your business, nor is it you place to say something like that." He growled his tone was strong and harsh, obviously annoyed and even though it had a rough scratchyness too it was deeper and more strong. His voice was really the most serious look ever it flamed with what he once had.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:15 pm
"You were the one who said it," she snapped back, flexing her claws again for emphasis. "I was simply stating the better of the two options." He was so easily offended. Her voice was only harsh because demons had been taught not to openly show sympathetic or kind feelings to strangers. It was a sign of weakness. Of course, Bele was herself a Sparda-sided demon by the name of Bifrons. She believed in fairness. In nobility. In pride. She might have had the full capability to be violent, but she was by no means a cruel lioness like many of the others. Not that this stranger would know any of that. Not that he would even know that she had been personally blessed by Sanaa, Goddess of Crafting, her primary deity before Sparda. He knew nothing about her.
But she knew nothing about him. His harshness, his speed to take offense - it was intriguing. Though for now, it didn't seem like he was about to share any indication as to why.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:37 pm
Yiska looked at the lioness, he didn't realize what happened at first. But he was sad that he got a little annoyed but at the same time he felt like he could, he felt like he had a right to, he clenched his jaw shaking it off. He looked at the lioness staring her in the eye, meeting her gaze. She was strong, he could tell, he was wondering what it was about her, he wondered if it was about her size, or where she once must have came from, it made him curious too. Quite frankly, really, she was different she hadn't seen some one who disgusted him.
"Fine." He snapped back at her, even though he was curious he wasn't about to let it die. He really wasn't going to let it die at all. He was annoyed he knew it for sure he really didn't like others in most cases but, in all truth she was different.
He sat for a moment thinking it was quiet and he didn't know what to say he didn't talk to anyone interesting like he was talking to this female. He hadn't met anyone interesting like this. He silently looked down before speaking again. "What kind of pride... is your pride?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 3:30 pm
Bele stared defiantly into his eyes before looking back at the stream, choosing to ignore him briefly in the awkward silence that followed. She gathered a few shining pebbles into her mouth and dropped them into the pouch around her neck. But she couldn't be distracted for long, Yiska's question making her head swivel back around.
"The first thing that you must know is that we are not just a pride," she began, holding herself higher, almost haughtily. "We are a congregation of demons." The word felt smooth on her tongue. "I am Bifrons, trapped in my mortal body, a child of Sparda, a demon of the Aikanaro'hini." Her spine tingled as she spoke her true name; she could feel the demon inside her. A demon of nobility and handiwork, a demon that was fitting with her blessing of Sanaa. She had often wondered if it was indeed Sanaa who had blessed her as a cub, or Sparda himself, revealing her demon. Of course, she hadn't realized Bifrons' existence until she found her brother there in the pride.... It all felt like such a long time ago.
"Sparda is our God of Protection. We are the noble faction, we have fairness, we have standards, we have morals," she explained, taking obvious pride in her faction. "Morifaer's faction has strength and power - and violence. The Demon God gifts truly demonic passions." Bele knew many who sided with Morifaer, but the two factions remained at peace with each other - for now. Things had been getting tense lately with the inheritance of the new king. "We are Hell's children, protecting the firey gates in the depths of the volcano."
All the while, her eyes glowed with a green flame, boasting of the power and glory of her comrades, her tail lashing. Had her brother not wandered off into the Aikanaro'hini, she may never have found her demon. She would have followed the heritage of her father, joining the ranks of the Firekin. But she knew now that that was no place for her. She belonged here, with the demons, with others like herself. Her brother had been right.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 3:40 pm
Yiska looked at the female, confused of what she was talking about. It sounded like something interesting, it sounded different. He wasn't sure what to think of it but he knew that this lioness was something interesting. A pride of demons? it sounded a little crazy but then again in his condition at the moment he had no place to speak. He really had no place at all. But there was something that was true and that is that he wanted to know he wanted to know more and more about this pride. If that was the case it could be something that he could get into he could learn about the pride and he could get to know it more. It interested her.
But there was one thing for sure spending time with this lioness was going to be interesting too. She made him interested and he wanted to know more about her and he wanted to learn even more and maybe get to spend some time with her.
"Tell me more."
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