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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 2:34 pm
As the brown lion slipped and fell, Virgil's ruffled white wings overcompensated for the weight that was now his alone. He shot higher into the air before turning and looking downward to the jungle floor below, and unleashed a victorious roar. Hearing his queen's call of his name, the lion promptly swooped downwards, landing next to her with a smug smirk on his lips. The battle wounds on his back, rump, and chest served him little pain, instead making him feel more like the victor; a reminder that he had won what had truly been his all along.
'Ah, yes... The cubs.' Virgil, in his hurry to end that quarrel with his inferior rival, had quite forgotten to mention them. Pleasure filled him as he remembered his son's young face. No doubt, he would grow up to be nearly as handsome as himself; a lion worthy of the name of a God. The daughter was a meek little thing, but would likely hold promise. After all, she was of his and Lore's blood. True, he would have to share these thoughts with Lorendale before they reached the cave. But for now, this was his Queen's moment. The striped king had never heard a final farewell so sweet and delicious as this. Serving Varg a cold, superior grin would suffice. However, as a final touch, he curled his tail around Lore's own, dearly hoping that their "friend" Varg would notice.
Nero had to force himself to clench his teeth to keep from releasing a growl of anger. The betrayal! How could the Queen do this? Ruin all of their family's plans... Nay, take anything worth calling a "family" away! The distant respect and small vestige of familial love that he had once felt for Lorendale was replaced itself with a hatred so deep that he could barely stand it. What gave her the right to do this? What wold he, his siblings, and Varg do without her!?
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 2:50 am
As his eyes met that of his mates, his supposed love, the mother of his cubs and Queen of their pride to be his heart broke and shattered. It ached and pulsated more painfully than any injury that Virgil could cause... how could this all happen? Just a week ago everything was fine, the children were growing nicely, exceeding with the training Lore had forced upon them and turning out to be noble Princes and Eager Princesses keen for the hunt and kill. And now... Now it was all gone, Lore had made it perfectly clear she no longer wished to be considered his mate, any love she had felt for him was gone and she'd already produced new spawn with his enemy, the traitory, the hate was beginning to replace the lost love in his heart as Varg began to sneer. Despite the lingering feeling that speaking now would surely bring his death he couldn't resist, despite the dubious upbringing Lore had forced upon his children he still loved them and they were stronger than most would expect. "Whore!" His mind filled with rants and speeches about Nerys, Teshi, Lamia and Nero but his jaw refused to speak more than that word.
Varg wanted to get to his feet, take just one last swipe at the both of them but knew it wasn't to happen when attempting to get to his feet and falling back down. There wasn't much worse they could do to him, to kill him would be a pleasure Varg suspected Lore would not allow, he now bared the entire burden of the four cubs. No more lounging around, he'd have to care for them as best he could fully aware that his ex mate was off with his enemy, it made him growl and hiss... Maybe he'd just leave them... how could he even look at them and not hate them for their mothers actions?
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