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 Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 8:22 pm
A feeling had over taken the seer which is why he parted company from his kind green maned friend and his party. They've been traveling together for some time. 'Freedom fighting' for the abused all around the lands. He'd had been glad to stay among those warriors in arms but there was something calling to him in the form of an ugly desperate feeling. Bastion swore he felt needles under his pelt from the tension. The journey had taken a bout a days length on haste. Bastion only stopped for water to ensure he'd be at this place his gut was telling him to go. The closer he got the more dead the land seemed to get. The earth beneath his paw pads was cracked, but not completely desert. What grass that had been there was dried, and the trees leafless and black. No creature would call this home or willingly want to spend a large amount of time here. Something under his step stirred upward from the ground. A bone. Normal enough to see in nature, specially if you were a lion, but something was unsettling about this bone. A rush of negative emotions overtook Bastion for a second. The seer was quick to knock the bone away from him. What was that? And then he saw clustered through out the land. Bones. And not of just prey beast but clearly of lions too. What had happened here? Why had he been brought here. Reluctantly the celestial lion put a paw on one of the lion skulls. His eyes flooded. A ruler not fit to rule these lands had drove his land to ruin. He'd been greedy and he'd been unkind to the concerns of his people. It had been a short but miserable rule but still it stained these lands. Bastion took his paw away and frowned.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:14 pm
 Kennard walked in a stony silence beside his brother. The 'freedom fighting' had been all well and good but there had been far to much violence. He understood that in times such as these, violence would be the last resort of many. The farther corruption got, the deeper its roots, the more and more even good lions would be driven to their last resorts. Innocence was lost, pure paws became bloodied, and hope soon became desperation. Reshiram became the strong arm of the group, defending and attacking when ordered, if ordered, when the cause called for it. Slavers were only part of the problem. The source was at the root. The result was the dead land they now stood in. The dry air was harsh on his lungs and his eyes burned from the intense heat and the light searing off the ground around him. Bones. Dry, picked clean, and now dusty laid strewn around the dead lands. It was silent as a graveyard and still as a stone. Even the buzzards had abandoned the grounds. His eyes hardened and he looked over to his brother. "Is there a reason we came through here, Bastion? We have our path. This detour seems depressingly unnecessary."
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:36 pm
"I know Kennard." He was still weak from the vision.
"I think the gods have a direct hand in us being here. I felt a need to be here so strong. And as you can see... there should be no need to be here. This place is an omen." He kicked away the bones around him. No need to soak up anymore sad memories.
"This place... The ruler here was unjust and for that his pride perished. This is an omen to us brother."
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 11:25 pm
Ken didn't touch the bones. He made a point to avoid even those of rodents and lizards. The place was depressing. Haunting. Filled with anger and rage. He could almost hear the voices around him, the sounds of war. Bones cracking, fangs gnashing, claws meeting flesh, and angry roars. The lion closed his eyes and tensed as he drew in a short breath. It didn't help. It smelled of death and dust. His stomach rolled over and he felt as if his paws might fall out from under him. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes to regard his brother. There was a chance they were directed here, but why? Why show them this reality? They understood it. The stories and songs were filled of carnage. Perhaps...they needed to see it for themselves. The scars left behind from a time of war and sorrow. The scars left behind by the paw of a ruler who had lost their way. "An omen." He glanced to the skull as his brother kicked it away. The jaw clattered and the hollow cavity echoed, sending his stomach in knots once more. Who had that lion been? Had they been noble or evil? Had they died with honor or had they been risen up against to end their evil? He sighed again and lifted his head. "If only the gods intervened sooner."
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 1:19 am
Thalion So me saying I was going to sleep actually meant play zelda. Get bored, Come back here to reply to this awesome RP. Bastion kept quiet at his brothers statement. He silently agreed, however, the evils of lions would happen one way or another. The end result was always horrific. "It angers me that such things happen in this world, " Bastion hung his head, "But there isn't too much we can do to help this situation." This whole image was haunting mainly because it didn't have to happen in the first place. Lions didn't need to die like this. No creature needed to ever die like this. Bastion would keep that in mind. If the leader had been kind this probably wouldn't have happened. It was pretty easy to read that Bastion was upset by this. His poster and facial expression made the celestial lion quite easy to read. "Perhaps we should bury what we can find and say some words to give this land peace brother." There had been females and cubs that had perished. The innocent had died with the damned.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 3:15 pm
Ken winced and looked down to the ground. It was hard, cracked, and solid under his paws. The earth itself had perished along with its citizens. The ground was as hard and dry as the bones that lay scattered. Small skeletons, those once belonging to young cubs, laid in groups. Nearby, the bones of their mothers laid, some even curled around the litters. They had perished together... He closed his eyes and took a short breath. "Brother. It's a nice thought-" He scraped his claws against the ground, leaving a few thin lines under himself. "But the ground is hard. Even digging one grave deep enough could take days. Keep in mind that we too are mortal." He looked over to Bastion. "The heat will take us. I would rather we not join the fallen here. It would do them no good." He tossed the mane from his eyes and looked around. "No, we'll take their story with us. Their bones will find burial in time. This ground will erode away and become desert, or the rains will turn it to mud. I believe their spirits will rest easy knowing that now there are others that know not to repeat the mistakes made here."
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 3:31 pm
Bastion beat a paw forcefully in to the ground in anger. Damn it. Ken was right. Bastion often forgot that they too were only in mortal bodies some times and that there were limits the three siblings could do. It felt a little heartless, but damn it Kennard was right. They needed to move out of this area before to long. The heat was already starting to get to the celestial lion. "I suppose it is better to be remembered. Not all dead have that honor." He had calmed down some but Bastion was still pissed. He'd never bow to one full of so much hatred. "We need to be careful." The celestial kirin lion lowered his head and started off north where they needed to be. There was a dark grim look he wore. The shadow of his mane covered his face just right to give him an eerie look. Kennard usually was the voice of reason. Bastion was usually the one to react before thinking. But Kennard was right.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 4:00 pm
"To be remembered is to obtain true immortality." Kennard said quietly, almost sadly. "We won't let them go forgotten. Their names, their lives, their faces even have been lost to this land and time itself, but their deaths and how it came about will never be forgotten. Their legacy will be in assuring that their fates don't become that of others." He watched his brother lower his head. Frowning, he stepped beside Bastion and nudged his shoulder. "Raise your head. Don't lower your head, even in anger, to a tyrant's actions. Walk with pride. Do not dishonor the fallen." As if in demonstration, Ken lifted his chin and started northward. It was hot, dry, and the sun burned through his pale skin. It was borderline misery. He could only hope that the crossing of the wasteland was a short one. His feet burned, his skin burned, and his eyes were struggling against the reflection of the sun against the endless sands. Lions went blind in such conditions, it was dangerous to focus on any one place- especially the ground. His eyes locked onto the horizonline, blue and endless, as he moved. "When we find water. I am going to bathe."
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 4:21 pm
Again. Kennard was right. Some times Bastion wondered why Kennard was so mature and right on most things and why hadn't he been blessed that way. But different was good. The siblings complimented each other. The kirin lifted his head but stayed silent about his brothers words. It wasn't Kennard he was angry at. It was this land full of death that could have been prevented. There was only one thing the kirin could think to do. While passing one of the dried black trees, he snapped off a low hanging branch and firmly placed it in to the ground. It was small but it was something. "May this branch serve as a totem offer the souls of the fallen some peace." It was small. And probably in some way going to get him frowned at, but Bastion couldn't leave rightfully with out doing something. Still not satisfied, he left the branch to catch up with Kennard. Water would be nice
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 4:47 pm
Kennard walked on, only half listening as his brother attended to his small monument. It was... strange. Sentimental. Perhaps overly so, but that was just Bastion. He was a feeler who wore his heart on his wrist for all to see. Kennard seemed mostly disconnected from the realms of emotions. The task appointed to him and his siblings was one that required focus, reason, and discernment. Ideals were well and good, but ideals died with the wind while truth stood forever, unchanging. He slowed his pace and turned his head. Bastion had finished his small ceremony, if only to ease his own spirit, and was padding his way back to his side. "Don't look back." He turned towards the horizon and picked up his paws, moving on with deliberate, purposeful steps. "No one finds the future dwelling in the past." He smirked, a strange expression on him. "... you're too soft."
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 4:51 pm
Bastion kept his head up high as Kennard had instructed and kept his eyes focused only ahead. 'You're too soft' was met with a gruff hrmph from Bastion. They had the future before them and the past behind them.
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