[PRP] It's Time (Megaera, Tisiphone, Alekto, Mors, Facio)

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The lion surveyed his children. They were all young, true, but they were strong. And skilled, having benefitted from many moons of his dedicated instruction. They would never be readier than they were now.

"The time has come," Facio announced to the group. He spoke quietly and calmly, but he knew that six pink and two blue eyes were riveted on him and the minds behind them were churning.

"We seek a lioness, smaller than I, but muscular. Most similar in coloration to Mors," the lion nodded to his lone son, "but with out the darkest pink. Her back is darkest, and the dark marking is lined with very pale spots. Her eyes are blue, and her body will bear many scars." He thought about trying to describe the ones he remembered, but it had been so many years since he had last seen his sister.



Mors' full attention was on his father. He was very excited, for Facio rarely gathered all four siblings together at once to speak. Usually he'd speak to them one by one, not only to ensure that they each got his full attention, but also to see how well they kept secrets from each other.

The boy started as he was called out as looking most similar to the lioness they sought. Who was she, that she would look so much like him? He opened his mouth to voice the thought, then shut it with an audible snap. Father would explain, he was sure, and he didn't want to feel the older male's claws again so soon after the last time.

((Okay guys, so here's how this is going to work: This is a private ORP-style thing where I'm going to periodically move things along every day or two. I aim to get in at least five posts of each of my characters and if you're around, you can do the same. I may post more often depending on how many of you are around at a given time. I hope to have this done by about Halloween.))

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Alekto stood at attention, the lithe young lioness filing away each word in her mind. The way the words were said were also noted--although she'd learned her father almost never revealed anything he wasn't ready to, there was little harm in trying to glean something extra. In any case, the study of both word and manner was nigh-automatic by now.

She spared the briefest of glances for Mors when their target was compared to him, her eyes snapping back to Facio in an instant. Those eyes narrowed faintly before she smoothed her expression, but she kept any wondering firmly behind her teeth. If their father was open to questions, he would ask for them.  

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Megaera stood slightly apart from her siblings, still listening to her father just intently as the others. She had grown from the cub so hell bent on pleasing her father that she fell into his traps to someone who was growing into independent thinker and if she did toot her own horn a great fighter. When her father mentioned that their target looked most like her lone brother Megeara began cataloguing the things that were unique to Mors compared to the twins and herself.

Her eyes never flickered from her father's face sure that the mention that the target looked most like Mors was a trap, one Megeara was not going to fall for. She had seen her brother everyday of her life if she needed to look at him to remember what he looked like she was sure to fail in finding the female her father spoke of.  

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They were all quiet, though Mors seemed like he'd been about to speak and thought better of it. Good, because Facio wasn't done talking yet. He'd also seen surreptitious glances towards his son, but the girls' attention was mostly on him. Even better. He wasn't going to boot them out directly after this...discussion. It would be best if the girls did take time to look their brother over carefully before departing.

"She was last seen fighting in a war near the desert's edge six years ago," Facio continued speaking. "As she was not found near the desert six years ago, we cannot assume that she has remained in one place." He surveyed the lot for a long moment.

"You will find her."

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Okay, none of this had really answered his question. Who on earth was this lioness that they were looking for? And really, six years? That was a LOT older than he was, older than Mors and his sisters put together. Which made their Dad kind of old. Not that he would dare say that aloud.

Mors was starting to fidget now, which he knew Facio would really disapprove of. So he decided to head that off before it could happen.

"But who is she, Father?"

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Megaera balked at her brother's boldness to ask a question, to speak before given permission this was not the way they had been ranged. The pink lioness did her best to keep a straight face and not look at her brother. Instead she studied he father's face trying to see if there was anything in his reactions that she could gain information from.

While she waited to see if there would be fall out for her brother's boldness Megaera tried to go through the information she did have over and over again. The mention of where the last target was seen was good information, however six years was a great length of tine. Megaera knew where she wouldn't start though, if the target knew she was being hunted then she wouldn't return to the desert. Already Megaera had it in her head that she was going to head towards the ocean in her hunt for the target.  

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The adult turned his gaze to Mors. He'd indulged the boy, yes, but perhaps too much. If he couldn't hold his tongue now, what reason did Facio have to believe he'd be able to do so later, when it counted most? Anyone else would likely have backpawed the adolescent across the face, claws extended. But that meant they didn't have Facio's self-control.

"She is the lioness you seek," the lion informed his son harshly. His famed control had broken slightly, and his voice was harsh, a clear warning for Mors to Shut Up.

"When you find her, return here. Do nothing to alert her." The lion considered stressing that point further, but there was only so much you could get children to listen. Even he had underestimated Mittere.

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Mors shrank away from his father's sight. Facio rarely touched his children for any reason, usually only to adjust their positions for whatever lesson he taught. But there was occasionally corporal punishment, and the boy was not unfamiliar with it.

Still, he was certain there was something about this particular lioness. For Father to want to find her that badly, to send the four of them looking, it had to be something big. What secret could it be?

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It took all of Alekto's training to not let her expression shift even slightly at her brother's bold question, or her father's response. His voice had shifted, becoming harsher--from a lion as controlled as her father it was as good as a shouted threat. It was apparent that he didn't want that line of questioning pursued any further in the least. Her mind raced, trying to connect this to their training, their hunt, and the clear warning not to engage their target. A warning that she nodded briefly in acknowledgement of, lest he think her inattentive or or unwilling.

There was something Very Important about this lioness. The question was, what?  

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Megaera cringed at her father's response, and was surprised when Tisiphone was bold enough to ask another question of her father. Megaera decided instead to keep her questions to herself still trying to gain as much information as possible from her father's mannerisms. He was a controlled lion and she was sure he would give nothing away he didn't want them to know but still she tried her best to pick up any hints of knowledge to be gained. She had of course figured out that whoever this lioness was she rubbed her father the wrong way, and was clearly a relative of some form to them there was no other way to explain the likeness to her brother.

Megaera did her best to stand still, she was already itching to go already having set her mind to where she was going to head, though if she was going to be truthful it would be useful to get a few more details to be able to confirm the details. Megaera wanted to know if the lioness had any known associates with other lions, someone they could expect to see her with. After all there must be thousands of lions who were pink out there, heck there was four standing right here.  

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Hmph. Perhaps he'd been too indulgent of his son. Facio's attention turned to Tisiphone, the middle of his three daughters. He wasn't thrilled by her question, but unlike Mors' query, this one could be useful for the children. They didn't need to know how they were related to the lioness. They did need a way besides appearance to identify the female.

"She is Mittere," he answered at last, holding Tisiphone's gaze. He was pleased by her apparent calmness; this child had well learned the lessons he had to teach.

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Mors managed to not whip his head around at the sound of his sister's voice. He did turn it slightly though. Then he mentally cursed himself. It wasn't as if he couldn't identify any of his sisters by voice, so why was he compelled to look in order to know who had spoken?

He was even more surprised when Father answered. Though he supposed there was no reason not to. It wasn't as if the lioness' - Mittere's - name meant anything to him. So it probably meant nothing to the girls either.

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A name. It indeed meant nothing to Alekto personally, but there was an obvious use to having another potential identifier. She suppressed the urge to shift on her feet, beginning to feel the strain of standing at attention so. No matter--she'd had to control it for longer than this. She focused all the harder on the information her father had to impart, and mentally tallied what she knew thus far. As she finished doing so she realized that she didn't know if their target knew she was being sought. Just as quickly, Alekto decided it didn't matter. She'd assume this Mittere knew, and proceed with every caution. Whether the target was aware or not, they weren't to risk alerting her.

The young lioness was far more interested in just what their quarry was to their father. It gnawed at the mind, but she knew she'd have no more luck than Mors in that.

...She'd kill for a chance to stretch right now, though.  

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The adolescent lioness rolled the name around in her head, it wasn't one she had heard before but it seemed distinct enough that she thought it was a good indicator. Though all of them would have to be careful not to throw the name around, they wouldn't want the lioness catching wind that they were out there searching for her.

Keep her face neutral and her body firmly at attention. "Does she have any known associates?" she asked her voice strong. She kept her eyes on her father not willing to show even a glimmer of unease, he father had trained her far better than that. In Megaera's mind this was one of the most important question to be asked, while this Mittere might know she was being hunted those around her might not be as aware and therefore and easier target.