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 Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2017 12:20 pm
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Shakily, Sedare looked over at her brother. She shook her head to clear it of lingering confusion and indecision, to be the Warrior Mother would want her to be. And she made sure to pull her paw out of her...victim's throat.
"I'm fine," she told him, the words quavering slightly as her voice trembled. "What about the others?" There was quiet all around them - in the den, outside, she had no idea what was going on.
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Some voices echoed out from the den, but neither were Facio's. One he recognized as being the blue male who had rushed in. Mors entered at a walk, feeling as if his steps were inevitable and echoing through the tunnels of time. There was more space in the den than Jani had led them to believe, but it wasn't huge even so.
And there he saw them. The blue...nonlion..., a white and pink cousin of somekind, and his father's corpse.
Facio was very clearly dead. He didn't really have much of a neck left at this point, and it was just as obvious that the lioness had killed him, given the amount of blood coating her paw, so much so that he couldn't even guess what color it was normally.
The pink male looked up, blue eyes meeting the same blue of his cousin's.
"Why?" The word was filled with pain, with anguish, with the sheer despair of Mors' lack of full understanding as to why...any of this.
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Jani had cocked an ear towards the den, and now she turned towards her cousins. Her face was grim as she regarded them, and saw some telltale signs of blood.
"You hear that? He's dead. He came here falsely, to kill our Mother, but now he's dead. And unless if you want to die the same death she did, I suggest you leave now and never return."
She refused to care that blood had been drawn. If they had contracted the plague, let them die of it. Alone, in pain, and of starvation. It was only what they deserved, the lioness thought bleakly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 10:23 pm
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"He had intent to kill," Kestven told the young lion brusquely as he stepped around him. That explained their actions just fine, as far as he was concerned. It might have seemed careless to leave his back to Mors, but the male was evidently in emotional shock. An ear was flicked back anyway--if something happened behind him, he'd know. But he needed to assess the state of things outside.
Stunned silence reigned outside of the den. Clearly, none of them had considered that their father could be killed. The other ear went back as both flattened, hearing Jani's words.
"No," he said loudly, his voice clear. "There are questions to be asked, Jani. And none leave without quarantine if blood was drawn. The plague does not leave these lands." There was a hint of a growl in those last words, implicit threat leveled at the three young cousins.
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Arantza's dark eyes flicked between Jani and Kestven. While she wondered if her sister would protest, the command of the Master Warrior carried more weight. She didn't relax yet; these ones might try to run as Jani had told them, and the warriors present would have to stop them. If there were wounds, a quarantine was mandatory lest the plague escape the pride and spread its contagion far and wide. The infuriating fact that the group's leader (her uncle?) had slipped in here with the purpose of killing their mother had to take second place.
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Dead. Their father? It defied belief...but there was a bleakness to the eyes of the green one, a steeliness in the eyes of the blue one as they each spoke in turn. With a sinking feeling, Alekto had a terrible certainty that they spoke the truth. Fear started to scratch at her mind. They were deep in enemy territory, surrounded by superior numbers and better fighters, and Facio was dead. Conflicting words from those around them weren't helping.
"Well, which is it?" she demanded, a quiver in her otherwise-belligerent tone. "Do we have to run, or do we have to stay?" Either action seemed to hold the threat of death. If she'd thought she had a chance to escape them, she would have already bolted.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2018 11:40 pm
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Why?
Aella snorted with laughter when Mors had the audacity to ask why. The boy had to be an idiot not to understand what had happened, even if this very commanding male had clearly trained (brainwashed) them. They were led into a foreign land where they were far outnumbered to pick a fight they couldn't possibly win. If Mother had been here she may have insisted on fighting alone, but only one outcome would have favored his entourage and she couldn't guess if Mother would have had mercy on them.
She rolled her eyes at the conflicting information and the demand from one of the cousins. Aella knew she used neither fang nor claw, but had to give herself and Tisiphone each a quick look over before speaking up- her tone business-like and her volume loud enough to speak over the belligerent Alekto.
"I drew no blood," she said, nodding to their purple cousin, "This one got some of my fur, but no blood."
Leave now and never return.
Tisiphone was ready to run for it, even knowing they could still change their minds and chase her down. The commanding voice of the slim blue one stopped her even as she tried to remember the shortest path out of the hell she now found herself in. As the adrenaline began to take over once again, though, she battled with her desire to survive and her need to get away from all of this. It seemed like Alekto was miles away when she demanded answers but Aella's voice was loud and clear. She would not answer questions, could not answer them.. and that sounded as close to permission as she was going to get.
So, without a word, Tisiphone turned and ran. Without her brother, without her twin, without a thought to where Megaera and her children had gone to.
She just ran.
Despite Kestven's remark about questioning them, Aella let Tisiphone run for it. She was closest to the purple lioness and the most likely to catch her but she was also the most confident she was not taking the plague with her- and the more hopeless these other two were, the better.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2018 8:54 am
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Jani snorted at her adopted brother. He wasn't bad at the job he'd been given, but he'd never be as instantly obeyed as their mother had been. Maybe part of that was her fault, for not following his orders...but she didn't think he was completely right in this case. Disease or not.
"Chase them if you want," she replied, nodding after the purple female's tracks, "but I don't think we want any of our cousins in this pride if they don't want to be here." She sneered as she spoke the familial term.
The green lioness looked around at her kin, blood and spirit.
"I don't know about you all, but I'm done here." The female turned and left, heading to make a report to Maji, who had a need to know on multiple levels.
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Nothing more was happening in the den, so Sedare made her way outwards. She was unsteady on her feet at first - more from the reaction than injury - but her steps became firmer as she joined the confusion and milling around outside. This was the first time she'd actually seen most of the cousins, since the older lion had not brought any of the rest into the den with him. She was stunned to see the pink male who looked so much like the deceased, and stopped still, eyes wide.
Not to mention there was so much going on, a standoff it seemed.
"Now what?" Sedare asked quietly, unsure if she really wanted an answer.
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Mors was increasingly confused by everything that had happened. He hadn't expected his father to die, he wasn't sure what to think anymore. And now Tisiphone was running away, but his own brain and feet weren't able to act as quickly for some reason.
And...and he wasn't sure he wanted to leave. He wanted to know more about these relatives, their lives. They weren't as...they weren't like Facio, but they were clearly capable in many ways, moreso than he and his sisters in some, he thought.
But the green lioness' expression and words left no recourse. With a heavy sigh, Mors also turned away, plodding after his sister.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2018 8:23 pm
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Alekto glanced back and forth among them, tense and uncertain. When her siblings started leaving at variable speeds and nobody moved to intercept them, she decided to take the chance. Though she kept looking back warily, she hurried after them. This day hadn't gone anywhere close to plan.
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Kestven grunted, frustration plain to see on his face. This was one of the drawbacks of having family nominally under your command. He would never be quite the intimidating factor that Mittere had been, and while he knew that...it was another thing to be reminded of it. It seemed his questions would have to go unanswered.
He sighed, suddenly weary. "Fine. Let them go if they run." Pausing, he added, "Have the healers check you." If there was a risk that the plague was outside now, he at least wanted them to know about it. For now...he had a report to make.
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Arantza growled, ears flattening against her head. Any answers they might have gotten were just...walking away. And everyone was letting them.
Wait. Not all of them were leaving yet.
"What about those leopons? They're not here and I don't think they left yet."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 3:11 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 3:42 pm
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