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 Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:50 am
Your Aspirations
Could Never be this Big. This is now a journal for Fedha'Kialio, but more importantly it will be a place to store all of his RPs and his plottings, as he has many. I encourage others to look through and grow interested, I would like many people to be interested in his life and many lions to be envolved. On the post below you can find any plots that are in motion thus far, and the lions/players involved.
Feel free to post in this journal with anything you want, comments or concerns or even RP invites (especially those, even). I don't have any restrictions on others posting, which is a little odd for a journal. I just ask that you keep things respectful!
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:53 am
The Tale Lives on in the Wind, it's Often Said.Often a lion's life is said to begin from the moment he or she is born, and certainly never before then. But what if the creation of a lion started long before they were ever shoved into this world? It is well to know that your ancestors are your creators, be it chance or fate everything that they do plays a part in your life, forfilling a pattern that can not be seen by mortal eyes, some say it is not even seeable by a god's eyes. The most notable reason for Fedha's creation did not come from his ancestors, but from something entirely different. His creation came from ill chance, a fated moment, and perhaps a bending of wills. One might even go so far as to say a breaking of wills.
Who's will? His mother's, a relatives? Ah but again, it was the will of a stranger's. A will that would soon come to be known to him, and his ancestors. The chance meeting of Denge and Nyek was probably the fated moment of Fedha's creation. Not in body, but perhaps in mind. Denge, once a kind, free spirit, was tricked into accompanying Nyek. Soon after she was bullied, though her will was strong. She tried to flee, but the fates would not have it. Her path had already been chosen, her path was needed to create new paths. One morning Nyek had chosen to break Denge, he was sick of her show of will and her fighting spirit. He raped her. Some may think this is the point where Fedha's body comes into creation, but they would be wrong.
Pregnant and depressed Denge found her way to the Umande'Mfuni. It was there she had met her savior, her ray of hope in which she could gaze at and begin her will to live again. Her ray of hope that made her feel worth something, her ray that begin to repair her broken body and more importantly, her broken soul. The name of the ray was Ithi, a name that filled Denge with hapiness. It was then that Ny was born, but Ithi wanted to show her mate love. Denge wanted to share a family with Ny, wanted her to experience the joy of brothers and sisters --something she never had herself. Ithi went and seeked out a male, she was impregnanted and later she and Denge were blessed with three cubs. A girl, and two boys.
Amazingly enough it was almsot as if the cubs had come from Denge and Ithi, they looked so much like the two. Ah! Fedha'Kialo was finally born, not just in mind but in body and soul as well. Somewhere along Ithi's (or possibly his unknown father's) bloodline a gift was handed down, every ten generations the gift would be transported into a new soul. Fedha was the chosen one, the reciever of this gift.
The Seer was born.
One who is born a seer does not often know of the gift in their own soul, Fedha did not know the cause of his strange dreams at night. He did know however, that these dreams were some how different from his regular, nonvision dreams. Partly from the odd sensations they left him with and partly because these dreams left his waking world full of headaches. The more intense the dream was the more intense the headache was when he got it during the day. Only for a portion of his youth would these dreams be thought over, his mind coming up with many posibilities as he sat on a rock he claimed for his own and stared up at the night sky.
 This rock had been the most important investment in his life, it led to the meeting of someone very important in his life. But how could he ever know such a care free girl would one day be his world? The moment he met her he was irked by her existance, or perhaps even a little curious of it. He was used to reactions from his siblings and from Ny that were more along the lines of telling him to bug off. His actions only seemed to make the female cub amused, and interested in his own being. Her name was Ausi'Taariq, and she would become what chained him to the earth, would become what beckoned him away from the skies.
Over the next few days a bond began to grow, one that Ausi could openly feel, one that Fedha would keep locked away in his heart. It was not long before Ausi had decided that Fedha'Kialio was a very good friend, and Fedha even realized that he saw something of a friend in this female. Their days together were short, but full of connection. Before his days of leaving a gift was given to him by his chain-link, it was a small stone that could be described as both blue and green, smooth and round in shape. Fedha had pretended not to care for this gift, and had brushed it into the grass.
Fedha had not known he was going to leave Ausi, or his homeland for that matter. He only had a days notice before Denge had told him that they would be taking a trip to the pridelands. He bid Ausi a goodbye, telling her that he would be back. Before he left he returned for the stone she'd given to him, in secret of course. He couldn't let her know such a thing was possibly important to him.
He and Denge set off for the pridelands, it was not an eventful journey or even a well liked journey by Fedha, and wouldn't even be good if a reoccuring dream hadn't been envolved in the equation. Something important was going to happen, something really important. There was going to be a meeting to change his life. The day after he and Denge had gotten in the lands he'd gone off by himself for a bit. That morning he ran into- literally, a seer cub and her brother. He learned of adult seers some where in the jungle, though not the jungle he called home. He had abandoned Denge a few days after that and decided to find out for himself if he could learn something from these mysterious jungle-seers.
He would never get to that jungle, shortly out of the pridelands he ran into the god Mrost. He learned quite a bit about a seer right in the pridelands, Mrost's son. He even picked up on the fact that he could evade even the gods, with enough control over his own powers. This had opened a door, an ill-fated door. To whose means was Fedha walking through that door? He was helping Mrost, but he was helping himself as well. In a sense he was manipulated by need, and by want.
It did not take long for Fedha to bump into who he needed to, perhaps only a day or so. He met up with a pale green cub, going by the name of Ivie'lingwa. How could Fedha know that this was his key to finding Na-Be? Well he didn't and thought that the cub was a right crazy little one, and rather uncomfortable with the whole physical contact deal. Not that he tried to get his paws on her, or anything.
He learned that she was a seer as well, and through a long conversation he finally learned that she was one of Na-Be's spawnings. He decided to 'befriend' the female, and soon was led to who he hoped would become his teacher. It took a little 'running around' in conversation and word twisting, backtracking, et cetra. But when it ended Fedha had found himself a Teacher.
 Sometime after that he was surprised to run into Ausi again. For some reason it made him nervous, and a little upset, that she wasn't being cheerful and annoying. Just sort of dull. It was that day that Ausi bullied him into giving each other scars, a mark of rememberance. Fedha did not like the idea of harming Ausi, or Ausi harming him. But he'd done what she'd bullied him into, even though it had upset Ausi quite a lot once his crimson blood seemed to beed on his light colored fur. After they curled up and fell asleep. This nap would bring about one of the few important visions that Fedha would ever have during his life time, a vision to alter the lives around him and leave his own alone. Ausi had woken him from a fitful sleep, and after some hesitation he told her about what he'd seen. His sister was pregnant, though her litter would not make it. And then he saw his mother, first dead and then pregnant. When she was dead in his vision-dream he had the feeling of Ny's litter making it through, being born into the world. He didn't know how this could be, it just was. After his vision Ausi convinced him to travel around the pridelands to find his mother and bring her to wherever Ny was.
Ny was happily in the Kusini lands, though perhaps she was still nervous at the new landscape. The journey toward those lands was quiet, Fedha barely spoke to Denge and Ausi, despite the fact that Denge was quite glad of a visit from her son. Fedha was growing again, though he could not make up his mind if he liked growing or not. His body was certainly slimming down and he was definetly getting taller, but sometimes it was painful. Fedha was annoyed at how often they had to stop for Denge to rest, though his pace was quite fast and probably not the best idea. He moved ahead about a half a day's travel.
He got to the Kusini lands and by sheer luck bumped into his sister right away. She was bigger, and she did look a bit heavier. Fedha was still unsure of his prophecy for the two, unsure how he should even tell her about her future children. But eventually he did, he told them all about it and the next morning his mother had disappeared from the lands. Ny had her cubs, Fedha didn't really see them ever. He knew in his heart that his mother was dead, and it was harder than ever to hide everything behind a mask. He had to be stone.
Ausi and he set off on their travels again. Ausi had grown, it was easy to notice and Fedha had found himself lusting after her. He didn't think much on it because she always seemed to give him what he wanted, she loved him. Did he love her? It didn't matter, his little journey was destroyed. He found Ausi completely broken down one morning, crying... it looked bad. She wouldn't let him do anything for her, and only after many tears did she tell him.
 She'd miscarried their child. That wasn't what he wanted, he never wanted a child. He never wanted Ausi to hate him either... But she told him to leave. Or maybe she told him she was leaving. Either way they parted ways, and Fedha was left to his own devices. Surprisingly enough he felt miserable, felt disgusted. He wandered back toward the pridelands.
Ivie was the first lioness for him to bump into, and she'd grown as much as Ausi had. He'd began to pull his stings and manipulate her but suddenly the conversation turned wrong. Ivie'lingwa loved him, but he would never love her. He felt epmty when he heard those words from her, and guilty. And he wanted Ausi, he wanted her so bad. He wanted to be with her again, but now he didn't even know where she was.
After his short meeting with Ivie he ran into someone that would change his world forever, for good and for bad. Baku, god of nightmares.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:56 am
Power and Fame is what he Wanted
But trouble was the only thing he ever recieved. Update: Alright plottings have changed a little. Fedha will no longer be experimenting with genes, at all. He's still getting into a fight with a god and he will probably still be interested in making/obtaining his seer school. Fedha'Kialo was born a b*****d, raised by two mothers and recieved the gift of Seer. A family of two sisters and one brother, one sibling not related to the others by blood. A love for the beauty around him, but certainly not the other lions. One female to tie him to his roots, so he will not get lost in his own madness. A burning intelligence in his mind and a lust for knowledge of what is wrong with him, Fedha had an interesting life from the start.
One trip to the pridelands was all that started Fedha's life journy. The meeting of another seer cub had prompted him to set out, and setting out had led him to Mrost. Only one encounter with the god and Fedha was already interested in the gift of flight, an interest that would quickly spawn into an obsession. One encounter with the god and his path had to be back-tracked, a new door would open. A much more decieving door, where both god and seer coaxed Fedha into it for their own means.
Fedha'Kialio now seeks out Na-Be, seer to the pride lands and one who evades the gods even! Fedha seeks a teacher so he may develope his powers, so that he too may one day evade the gods.
He has run into the spawn of Na-Be himself, a little cub of the name Ivie'lingwa. Coincidentally she is a seer herself, though she is trouble by her powers. Powers much different than Fedha's own, even if they are the same. Fedha can already see the posibilities of this, and now he must sit at this stone and wait for the next stepping stone to be ready before he may leave.
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I am seeking a few owners of gods, I would like Fedha to have as many interactions as he can... and if possible I would like to set up a few rps where he may try to steal one feather from any winged god he comes upon (the RP may come out in failure or success, it matters not). I am especially interested in finding a god(dess) that will rough him up in his later years, actually fight him.
Fedha'Kialio is on a quest for god-wings, you see. He thinks that by collecting enough feathers from their wings, proving himself worthy, that they will grant him is own godhood (yes well, he's not the most sane of lions). Though in one of his many encounters I would like him to meet with one god(dess) most over all, in which he can piss this god(dess) off to no end (though not on purpose). When the fight happens I want Fedha to be left for dead, but not fully dead.
Also it would help if their was some kind of god(dess) of healing, which first encounter with Fedha will be while he's on his death bed, so to speak.
Once revived some of his strength he will take his time to become fully well again. He will be left only with broken pride, a lost dream and a necklace of god-feathers. He will be reunited with his childhood friend, Ausi, from there he will start a more normal life. But normal was never something in Fedha's voccabulary. He will soon spawn the idea of a school for Seers, half wanting others to know their powers and half hoping to build himself an army (this dream of an army may or may not follow through, he might simply grow content with his school).
Seekers close to his age, that can grow up along with him, are needed for this part. Fedha will seek out his other friends, only of the seer blood, and ask them to help teach at this school.
The school will be simular to prides, though it won't have so much rule and rank. Fedha will obviously be founder and head teacher, but the other teachers hold just as much (okay maybe a little less) sway as Fedha himself.
All species, regardless of clan, pack or pride, may come in and out of this territory as they please, trying to learn about their gift.
Also needing one to three female seers, Fedha is interested in finding out if two seers can spawn a seer, no matter what. He will not be interested in the cubs unless they posess some sort of powers, sadly enough. One has already captured his heart, and only will cubs from her also capture his heart.
If anyone is interested please PM me or post in here!
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Ah, since I would like to keep track all of who I will eventually need to rp with... I have made myself up a list!
Werewolf has offered Ameh for healing purposes.
Bane is envolving both Na-Be and Mrost.
Ecavi has offered Mtima'safia for a feather.
Felinix has offered his god for a feather.
Kimaria has offered her seer, Ivie, for future plot purposes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:57 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:58 am
Seeing is Believing
Well, When it Involves the Inner Mind.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:01 am
Wings Can Bring You Far
Feathers Are A Sign of Power, Are They Not?
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:08 am
Those Who Matter Not
At Least, not in the Big Picture.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 12:24 pm
Mtima'safi was enjoying her time in the Pridelands so far. After being shown around by Kizamaji, she'd decided to do some looking around of her own. The farther she was in the Pridelands, the livlier things seemed, and the happier she was. So, with a bright smile on her face, she'd gone off for a walk. She was also taking a break from illusion, and her wings were fully visible at the moment.
"This is such a lovely place," she murmured aloud to herself, looking out over the long grass contently.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 12:30 pm
Fedha had been stalking slowly through the lands, still seeking out what he'd come back for. Na-Be would be found! He still had no idea Ivie was Na-Be's offspring, and it was probably lucky for her. He would be revisiting the little female seer too, though. Maybe he could figure out some things for himself once he gained her full trust, it would be nice.
But as he went along his sharp eyes caught sight of another. "A female." He muttered in distaste, if only because he was looking for a male. But then his eyes flickered over her wings and they grew big with greed. He moved forward quickly. "You're a goddess!" He called out, in all his excitement he wasn't lost on saying something a bit obvious.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 12:39 pm
Mtima's ears flickered back in the direction of the young lion just before he yelled out to her. She was a bit startled to hear someone shout that she was a goddess, and immediately turned her head to look at the one who recognized her. It wasn't long before he'd reached her, and she got a good look at him. He wasn't a very bright color, but his eyes were lovely.
"I am," she agreed with a short nod to the lion. She examined him carefully, not sure about how friendly he would be but still more than willing to try to talk to him. She smiled brightly down at him, adjusting her tone accordingly to seem as friendly as possible. "Who might you be?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 6:42 pm
Fedha cursed himself for the childish calling, once he had calmed a little and made his way closer to her. His ears half flicked back at her tone, almost as if she was talking to a very dull child. In Fedha's mind that was how it sounded, anyways. "My name is Fedha'Kialio.. and you're the first goddess I've met with wings." Damn! More stupid words tumbling from his mouth. He was just excited, that was all.
"Er.. well Never mind that. Who are you?" How curious the gods had made him, with their gift of flight. And their other powers, too! He wondered what she was goddess of. She certainly was colorful. Fedha didn't like bright colors all that much. Though immedietly following that thought his mind flicked to Ausi. He shifted a little to feel a small, blueish stone rub against his chest. It was hanging from a vine-like cord around his neck. A gift from his only friend, though he wouldn't admit it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 6:53 pm
The goddess watched the young lion carefully as he came closer, noticing the way he didn't seem so pleased with the beginning of their encounter. Between what he said and her own tone, he didn't look content- however, she didn't know the cause.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fedha'Kialio," she nodded to him with a small smile, then looked over her shoulder at her wings when he said she's the first he's seen with wings. She didn't get to comment, however, for he quickly asked who she was.
"I am Mtima'safi," she introduced herself, "Goddess of Souls." If he knew of gods, that bit of information might be of some interest to him. As he shifted, the blue stone caught the light and her eyes flickered to it- admiring it for a moment before looking back to his face.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 6:59 pm
Each time his gaze slid back to her feathers a bit of greed and lust for them entered his expression. Nothing he could control, or was even aware of. How he wished for feathers like those! How he wished he could be part of the skies.
At the usage of his full name, instead of just shortening it, he looked quite pleased. He bowed his head slowly to her. "This is a fortunate meeting for me, Mtima'safi." He could learn more, even if it was onlt a slight bit.
So now he had met the god of war and goddess of souls. "That is quite the interesting position." He said slowly, carefully. His face held a bit of questioning to it though, wondering what she did.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:24 pm
Mtima smiled at Fedha'Kialio, not questioning the 'fortunate' comment. The arrogant part of her told her it was because she was a goddess, for there were few other reasons it could be. She gave him a smile and nod when he commented on her position.
"Do you think so?" she asked, spotting the curiosity he held back.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:35 pm
"Why yes... what an interesting thing, to rule over souls." He said slowly, feeling through the dark. Well, perhaps a little flattery wasn't bad. At least he wasn't as jerky as he was when he talked to other cubs.
"I'm surprised.. I guess this is the spot to find special beings." He ment the pridelands, and he was hoping to peak her own curiousity a little. Even gods could be curious, in some ways. He knew Mrost was curious of Seers.
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