Kuendesha'Akili - -_Wish of the Goddess_-
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Moricorm - Das Tor
He'd finally spoken with his mother and recieved her blessing to follow after the group of lions who had issue with those who currently sat upon the throne of Morifaer. Kuendesha'Akili happened to be one such lion. And so, with the thought of becoming a stronger assassin driving him, the male had set off after the rogue pride. His dark paws blende well with the night time grasses, and his nose easily led him to meet the edge of the moving pride's current borders. Crimson eyes glanced about and he wondered, mildly, where this fabled Moricorm would be, someone for him to meet for sure......Someone for him to speak with, that he might become a TRUE demon of the Morifaer side.
Moricorm had stopped the offshoot pride after a few nights of traveling. They would settle here for a few nights to give the members a chance to rest. And at the moment, she was patrolling their 'borders'. With so few of them, she was going to make SURE nothing destroyed them. They would survive, and thrive, and return one day. It was that patrolling that allowed her to catch a scent she wasn't fully familiar with, but held a familiar tone to it. And she sank into the tall grasses and slunk forward, whisper quiet despite her bells from seasons of training. It was only once she drew near that she spoke, low and dark. "Who are you, that you wander the night alone." It was no question, but an order. SHE led this little band. SHE was of 'royal' blood. She would no longer take guff from anyone.
His crimson eyes fluttered into a smirking light as he stood tall, knowing that cold, low tone. This would be the voice of the femme he sought then. The one his mother had told him of, "....My name is Kuendesha'Akili, son of Rhaen, Demon Quateth of the Aikanaro'hini...and loyal follower to any who holds true to the side of Morifaer. I come seeking the Demoness known as Moricorm, to request to follow her band. I do not like he who holds the throne of Morifaer, a lion who does not belong. So I rise up to fight. To stand above, and stay with those who understand what True Demons must be like," Not that he'd had to think of this speech...but maybe it was just a LITTLE bit planned.
Moricorm observed the male as he spoke, determining his measure, his worth. Well than...She rose. "I am Moricorm, Shelerana of the Aegnor'andirae, once Neumare of the Aikanaro'hini." She looked him over again, then nodded. "You seek to join us...do you understand that we will one day return once one of proper lineage is on the throne?"
Those red eyes watched her, head raising, the bone helm over his nose shifting slightly, crimson gem on his ear jingling, "This I do. It is why I decided that this was the wisest decision, to follow you, Moricorm. I chose to have nothing to do with the pride of my birth until that day that a proper child of the Morifaer throne sits there."
Moricorm chuckled, nodding. "Good. I am glad you are aware of things properly." It seemed he'd left things behind as well...though by the way he spoke, either he wasn't as...affected as she'd been by the decision, or he was as good at hiding it. "Welcome than, cousin. You will not need to undergo the ritual to find your demon name-" She'd figured out how to work that before this even began. "But you will have to prove yourself." With that, she launched herself at him, the bells on her finally making noise. She would hold true to the traditions of the pride, even in the harsh rogue lands.
His crimson eyes lit up in sadistic delight as she launched at him. Years of training as a Quateth had prepared him for fights like this, his bulk dropping low to the ground, and spinning beneath her, so her claws only brushed his dark green mane. Smirking as she passed over head, he then moved swiftly, as though to go below, and around her , to get a paw behind her throat. His own claws were bared, and even the gem on his ear made no sound as he moved. He was trained to be just as silent as she....
Moricorm growled as she sailed over the other, then smirked and ducked down herself, using her small size to her advantage. Any who faced her and thought size mattered never lived to tell the tale. She struck out at his planted front leg, claws out and seeking ligaments. She was testing him, and she was not going to hold back anything. Any who joined them had to be worthy.
He knew that she was testing him, and his smirk grew wide. His leg moved, though not in time to avoid a blow, letting out only a grunt as claws scored against flesh, only tearing mildly. He leapt and turned in the air, aiming to land a blow with wicked, long claws into her back. The bone slid higher on his face, giving him an angled range of vision that was being rather helpful in this moment.
Ri smirked a bit as her claws found flesh, and she winced when his claws found her own. She resisted the pain for the moment and struck at his back legs, close to his...'pride', but not actually aiming to hit it. She wanted only to remind him of who was in charge, not castrate him. "Your skills will be useful." He'd gotten a proper score on her.
Dancing backwards on light paws, he smirked as she tried to score close to his special pride, but he managed to evade for the most part, "Tch. Of course they will. I will not back down from a challenge, and I am the strongest Qateth you could ask for." His own claws struck out again, aiming for her flank, "I won't lose to anyone."
Ri dodged his claws this time, laughing darkly. "Good. Though among the numbers here, it is not 'Qateth' you shall be known by." She made a motion that he had proved himself, to her. "Dina'gurtha is the name was have for them while we roam the rogue lands. And your ferocity and strength beside your silence and cunning will be needed here. Despite what many among our brethren may think, this is a harsh place, and the trials of the Aikanaro'hini are nothing compared to rogue living. Welcome, Kuendesha'Akili, to the Aegnor'andirae. May Morifaer see you strong enough to bless your choice."
