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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 4:19 pm
His cove was pretty big, he was lucky to have found it. That red Firekin was quite the help. She was pretty too. Oddly, he could not stop thinking about her. That lioness that resembled the perfect sunset that there could be. Her deep blue eyes. He smiled and jumped jumped down from the tallest of the three pedestals in the cove. It could fit a lot of lions in here, but Trig was not up for letting anyone else in here but that female and possibly others who he deemed a 'friend'. That female may not be, but he hoped that she would soon...
He moved down the shore a bit, happy as he could be after a good night's rest. His mind was elsewhere rather than himself right now. That female was sort of taking over in his mind, however he still had that job he had to go to Pride Rock and talk to the the female named 'Sarabi'. Then again, he had his job the one he could never quit. His job to protect and aid.
It had been a good while and he had helped a family of ratels gather a meal for the day, a herd of Waterbucks to a good, safe water hole, and a pack of maned wolves the way to the South Lands. He was pretty happy actually, it was only when he put others before him did he not care about him. He really loved feeling like this, so strong and caring. It was like, whatever happened, whoever he was protecting could never be harmed. He smiled.
Never.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 4:40 pm
Where the great firekin stood in the first glistening rays of the day he would easily spot what seemed to be a carcass. The creature on the ground didn't seem to move infact, it looked long dead, event he faint scent of death hung around the dillapidated body. Even in this, the mornings first rays it could easily be seen that this creature could not possibly survive a breath, it's fur and skin clinging to it's rubs, every ridge along the spine clearly visable.
It was probably not surprising then that a vulture came to have a look at the wasted body only to have a claw whip out and strike it with some alien desease, it's feathers whitheres, it's body and even it's neck becoming loose, akin to a bag of bones, on the brink of death as it scattered away upon weak wings. He was far from dead.
Stony greay eyes searched the horizon of this land for nothing in particular.He was not heer to bring this land it's famine, he was simply passing through on his way to another place. Still, he could curse the buzzards that flew around him and dared to try and eat him.
As he sat slightly, the eyes roving within sunken eye sockets, he finally took a breath. The body moved, the bones rattled beneath the saggy shrunken skin, the breath rang of death, or near death, of agony, yet the breath continued and flowed out from between lips which were long sown tightly shut. His cold grey gaze finally fell upon the firekin, though it looked as though he did not see, or did not truely look, either way his gaze simply staredoff at some random point. The god of famine rose to his claws, those paws as wasted as the rest of his frame, he seemed to struggle as he rose to a weak, or seemingly weak standing possition, his stredded wings spreading for only a glimpse of a moment before they folded back against hisbody. He was here but only passing through, what did the fates wishhim to meet a firekin for?
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:45 am
((Trig is Pride Lander? *lost*))
"Oh, the nearest water hole is just a few ways from here. From there, there is a acacia with two trunks divide. Walk past that and keep going, that will lead you to the Kuisini Lands. Be careful on your journey, sir."
He dipped his head and smiled as the family of meerkats waddled off into the distance, the grass moving with them. He smiled, that father must've been quite the family man, eight of them Trig counted, eight little ones crowded around him and the female, assuming the mother. Maybe they were gonna start a colony down in the Kuisini lands or something. Either way, he was just glad he was able to help. Now what was he doing again....Oh yes, following the river to the Pride Lands. He wanted to make sure if this river led to the Ocean to the Pride Lands. That way he could simply go up river and get their rather than wandering around. He was not gonna do anything but confirm his theory.
Looking around, he saw no one. Teal eyes danced across the horizon as there seemed to be no one paying him no mind. Good. The massive lion dug into the ground and dashed forward, his paws carrying his big, muscular frame across the savanna. With each impact, a loud two-noted thud would sound as his paws hit hard against the ground and quickly picked up again as his hind paws would hit. It was in sync with the rhythm. Two thuds, a pause, two thuds, a pause, two thuds, a pause. He smirked and kept running. His brown mane flew around him, his vision blurred by the bangs that hung over his face. Running....one of his only escapes from everything. No one could catch him for long, no one could tell him what to do. This was his escape, he could run as far and as fast as he wanted. This was his one of his freedoms. The male smiled and basked as the wind whipped around him as he ran past. All his problems seemed to peel away from him, that was what it felt like to him.
This was the true Trig. The strong, powerful, proud lion that was born from noble brotherhood and a lost female. Morals untainted, moral stronged, no one could harm him. His body was twisted with layers of muscle, his mind was focused on the path set before him (only deterring to aid others), and his heart as pure as one could be. This was the real Trig locked deep inside.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:17 pm
((sorry I thought trig was the big firekin? **ditzed clearly**))
Tattered ears perked at the sound of the swift feet which apparoached down the river, his head did not turn though he simply continued to walk, his slow painful pregress taking him towards the waters edge. Perhaps the creature was going to drink? The grey, stone eyed god looked none plussed as the large mucle bound lion headed for him, he even paused to look Trig i the eyes before continuing onwards his paws dragging along the ground.
The god of famine never quite knew where he was going, the world simply pulled him towards his next destination, wheer ever that would be. It seemed he must cross the river this day. Not that it was a challange, but if the body looked like it was in angst it was all the better.
Although Jaddis was not an evil god, far from it, he simply did his job, there were things he enjoyed doing, and one of those was giving the impression of being alive when no mortal body could possibly move under the conditions that he was in.
Of course, he never hid those ragged, bat like wings, the skin long torn and ripped away, perhaps even eaten by the vultures taht plagued his being thinkign he was dead. He sucked in a long slow breath as he stepped towards the water, his bone like toes dipping the waters edge, his frame seemingly shook as he took that long, bone rattling breath before a single paw sank beneath the currant. He must go where the world pulled him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:27 pm
((Easy mistake. Trig = Pride Lander. Moto'Vianzio (Trigger) = Firekin))
Trig's eyes gazed up into the sky as he walked, it had been a while since he saw a rain cloud. Maybe there would not be one for a while, that would be fortunate. Though he did not mind the wet fur much, it was just sleeping in it that made him uncomfortable. He would tolerate it but it is the twisting and turning in his sleep. Rain, sun, it was just good to see the sky in it's purity. Smiling, he, however, found something much better to gaze at. The sea.
Since his arrival and settlement into the cove on the beach it's just something he saw everyday. The pristine waters, clear and blue. The sky ever changing with the sun and the moon, the stars too. The soft beach sand. All three together paint an always changing picture from where he laid in his cove. The blue turning into the dark waters, the blue sky burning in the coal night, the sand dulling without the light. The sea had become his admiration and that lioness.....that lioness looked so much of it and she lived upon its shore. He wanted to meet her again, she was...quite the company.
With a chuckle, he brought his head back down to the river and watched the shadows of the inhabitants swim along. At least they were happy. His smile soon turned into a look of concern. As the shadows moved slowly, they grew frantic as it grouped and moved along faster. Was there a predator upriver? Picking his head up his eyes fell on the very predator....but it was not what he expected. It was a lion....but not just an ordinary lion.
The large lion made his way to the other, forgetting himself once again for the good of the fish. The fish flow from the sea and into in land as food for others, and this..thing. Wings of what looked to be a bat, a body of a dead lion...what was it? His eyes narrowed as he got closer.
"Sir, what do you think you are doing?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 10:34 am
The body of the beast moved unnaturally as he stood ancle deep in the water, his body looking like it must wash away with the rivers ripples. Stone dead eyes looked to the large lion without a lick of interest as his four paws finally sank below the crystal clear waters. "I am crossing" the voice did not come from the creature which stood before trig, it's body surrounded by the lapping waters, it's frame seeming like it must collapse on to the stony floor beneath the water. The voice was instead disjointed, hollow, floating upon a breeze though it sang of sadness, sickness, and fear. The body took a deep shattering breath as it paused in it's way, the rib cage rattling, the chest cavity heaving as it drew that deathly breath inwards.
"Why do you ask little lion?" the one thin head looked to him once again, the eye sockets sunken within the head, the lips tightly bound by some cord which clearly stopped him using any real voice he might posess, stopped him from taking a drink, or mouth of food. he was what trig saw before him. Famine.
The head swung around once again as the body took one deathly step in to the shallows, the body wobbling, shaking, seeming as if it must fall in to the waves and end the exsistance that he posessed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:25 pm
Trig lept across the river and came to him. He seemed stranger than anything else he had seen, he was much different in fact. Wings? Body so thin and emaciated, what sort of being could live in such conditions. And that voice...so eerie that it did not come from it's maw. The massive male stood before this "lion" and looked into its sunken eyes.
"Crossing a river does not stir up that many fishes to swim down stream, your presence disturbed them more than a hunter would. I guess I am getting ahead of myself with this. You see, I help others a lot and well....fishes are others and I came to the source of the problem. But I guess you got reason. Forgive me, sir."
Trig spoke, bowing slowly and apologetically. He was proper to a point, manners were well developed but deterrorated as he got more comfortable with others, good, strong, kind, he was a good male to say the least but his secrets plagued him as a sin to a repenting sinner. Trig outstretched one paw and looked at the lion.
"Name's Trig, want any help...?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 12:50 pm
The ancient god turned his gaze once again upon the pridelander, his tail swayed slowly before he spoke, his voice once again echoeing in the air. "I have seen empires crumble and watched death follow my footsteps for eons young lion. Help, I have never needed." The body shuddered then it laughed, a laugh from the being before trig, a laugh which sounded like a mixture between a dry cough and the last rattleling breath of death. "Why do you stand and watch me child of life of health and good fortune? Do yuou not know a plague when you see it?" The body was once again on the move as the voice resounded in the air, touching the 'young' lions ears, though the body, that frame of bones and skin, seemed more destracted with crossing the swift moving river.
"You would not wish to help me Trig if you could look past what you see before you." The tight skin of the creatures frame tightened around his bones as he went, his body lapping up the water, his head held, almost high, the frailty of the neck seeming like the scruffily maned head must leave the rest of it's body if anotehr of those breaths was taken. That breath slowly went out now, some ten minutes after he had taken it in, breathing heavily on to the water, the bones rattling almost as he released the shuddering long, agonising breath.
"I must cross, as always alone young Trig. Continue on your way, and ask no more questions of me. You already know the answers after all." Another slow step as the voice spoke the bones of his spine seeming like they must break through the thin skin and fur which covered his back with every step.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:26 pm
Trig pulled his paw back and watched this....this abomination. How could such a being even exist. Entire empires fall.....what was an empire to begin with? It was rather strange. He looked over him and noticed his frame much more closer. Almost as if his muscles were completely gone or something of the like or even worse, his body was nothing but a husk. Was this some sort of demon or monster like the ones his father told him every night when he was young? He shook his head to snap his mind of the thought.
"I have seen plagues, I have helped many rehome after such disasters struck their homes. It was saddening to see them in such conditions. Why do you ask such questions."
He turned away for a second. And turned back to him, his journey would need to continue, he had things to do and if he was not wanted then so be it. Trig smiled and nodded.
"Alright then. I will bid you adeu. Though, you seem in need of some sort of help but if I cannot give it then I am of no use. I hope you are well nevertheless. If you ever wish to see me again, seek me out down at the sea shore."
Trig gave a soft bow and continued on up river.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 12:49 pm
The emaciated beast watched as the large lion bowed? Bowed and continued on his way. A strange meeting the god of famine thought. Did this lion not realise what he was? "The sea, it is a beautiful place, no doubt I will return there one day." His voice echoed behind Trig as his paws finally touched the far bank and he lifted himself painfully from the water, his wings spreading out either side of him, those blak tatters absorbing the suns heat perhaps.
He stood for a long moment his body waveing like a twig in a breeze before he once again took one of those slow, exhausted steps off in to the world to continue his shadowey journey. "There is a godess of the sea young trig, wish her well for me" That voice once again, the body far too far away to acctually speak those words, yet the words echoed clearly around Trigs ears. The sea, somethign he had left behind, some what willingly to continue his journey, his job, his dueties.
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