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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 2:04 pm
Hakan snorted and threw back his head, grunting his dissaproval. "Did you really think I could get so strong just from being a normal rogue? No? Well, I trained ever since I was a little cub, trained hard every day. Then Mrost came along and he aided me. I was his first follower. His first."
He clawed at the dust and growled.
"I am Hakan'mawasii and it will do you good to remember that name, for I am Mrost's High Priest."
He drew in a deep breath and his chest seemed to swell, then he took a step forward and his thick forearms seemed to scream beware. The power a strike could bring from his massive paws could knock a lion dead. Or so Hakan liked to believe.
"And your name, Pridelander?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 3:26 pm
Mrost's first follower? Inari sighed to himself internally, then it'd be best to show this rogue...this Hakan some respect he guessed. Flicking his tail his golden eyes still watched this Hakan, a strange male, Inari would be stronger then him one day, oh yes, so much stronger.
A high priest?
Inari wished to roar and growl and snarl, Inari wanted to be something at Mrost's side, a right man lion, and this Hakan was his high priest? Then what could he look forward to? He doubted his future for a second, but then pushed it aside, no, he wouldn't let some Hakan high priest keep him from his destiny of being a warrior, and being at Mrost's side.
"I'm Inari, and I've trained hard every day since the day when I was a cub and first set my eyes upon Mrost...every day, once I'm able to find him again, call for him and show him what I've become thus far, I will get stronger, and be by his side as well..." he stood his ground, would not move.
He was a follower of Mrost, he would be a warrior, warriors under war never backed down.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:03 am
It was nice to revel in this lion's jealous, to consume it as he stood there and looked deep into the Pridelanders eyes as he had his mental dispute. His hackles bristled and his claws unsheathed to scratch at the ground. Yes, he was a formidable foe indeed.
"Then let us not be enemies, Inari." And this time he spoke the lion's name. "We must not fight amongst one another for that is not our way. We must fight others, slaughter and kill. We must join to create an army more terrifying than any other." He snarled and as the fiery setting sun caught on his face, he looked somewhat magnificent.
"With ambition like yours, you will make it. Just train and train and never look back. Forget everything but your duty to Mrost, put aside your pain and anguish. Embrace the predator within. That is what you must do." His eyes flicked back to the Pridelands. Did Inari have family back there? Family that he would someday hurt if they ever discovered his part in this? His own heart clung desperately to his family, to his eldery mother whom he adored...yet he could never tell her what he had done. For in his attempt to protect her he had commited terrible deeds, deeds that would surely kill her if she heard them.
In some ways, a monster had been born from love.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:27 pm
Not fight each other? Inari huffed internally, this Hakan had just basically attacked him, strange, strange lion. Though he had to be respected, Mrost knew him, knew him well, perhaps they were closer then he wanted to believe and acknowledge. Kill, slaughter, army? Inari stomach churned a bit, he hadn't really thought about the blood and death part of being a warrior so much, just the glamor of it all.
He still had some realizations to accept with his chosen path.
He had still yet to tell his family.
Inari kept quiet, said nothing, just peered at the ground, he'd have to get stronger, train harder, longer, faster, just keep on going until Mrost came back. But what of his family, friends, Amesi even? He promised to visit her again, Amesi said he was one of her friends...what the hell would he say to her if she found out what he would do.
Eh.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 12:13 am
He blinked, surprised by the lack of response and then he shifted forwards. His shadow falling on the lion before him. He looked...disgruntled or...something else. Hakan found a horribly familiar feeling rising up in his gut and he felt his tongue grow suddenly thick.
They were so alike, so very much alike...
His ears pinned back a little but he was unsure what to say. Then with a small huff he sat back on his rump and gazed emotionlessly at the younger lion.
"You don't have to tell them." Hakan replied. "You never have to tell them. I managed to keep the secret and so can you. A few wounds are easy to cover with stories of fighting other lions...other rogues."
He swallowed and turned to gaze out across the lands, towards the den where his beloved mother was. "They're better off not knowing..."
The difference between them then, Inari for glory, Hakan for love.
Everyone had their reasons to fight...
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 6:53 pm
"I don't have to but....shouldn't I? I'm their son..." he looked away, looked to the ground, scraped his claws against the earth that gave way to his mighty claws, ripping at the soft soil beneath his might paws. Mighty...he wondered what his mother and father would think of that...what his siblings, would think of that. He flicked his tail, wasn't sure what to do, Hakan seemed to understand, but would his parents?
Should he tell them...or shouldn't he.
He had a duty to himself, his family, but if he was going to become a warrior, he also had a duty to Mrost, to Hakan now. What to do? He was so confused. "Better off perhaps...but then, what if they find out by another's words?"
Maybe he should run away, and never come back here.
Perhaps THAT might be for the best.
"I don't know," he added, shaking his head, tan mane falling into his view. His mind was racing, he couldn't keep talking here, now with Hakan, Hakan was a great lion though...not now, just not now. "I have to think Hakan then decide, forgive me friend," he added at long last and then turned, padded, almost stammering away, mind racing.
What would happen if his parents knew?
He couldn't think of it, not now, he had training to do.
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