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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:46 pm
You know...that was the thing about this big, bright earth, Morifaer mused, that it seemed to have to entirely different sides to itself. Day and night brought upon the wide world their own peculiar changes, and what seemed perfectly benign in the day, could be their worst nightmares come the setting of the sun. Morifaer, however, took great personal pleasure in being one of those things that didn't seem particularly harmless be it light or dark. The sun was setting, and he'd just finished his snack, a little rabbit whom had died of a heart attack the minute he'd caught it beneath his massive paw. An unsatisfactory death, but amusing all the same. With a grand yawn, flashing a mouthful of terribly sharp teeth, he stretched his legs, and went out for a stroll through the tall grass. Perhaps he'd find something larger...rabbits by themselves were nowhere near filling.
Kasdeya was nearly an adolescent now and still growing larger everyday alongside her siblings. As though to challenge herself, the cub set off towards the hunting grounds in search of game beast. The sun was setting and while most lions hunted in day, all members of the demon pride were very familiar with night. It was second nature for Kasdeya to see in the dark and she believed it to give her an advantage - the prey would not suspect to be hunted at night. As the cub prowled through the land hungrily, her bright green eyes scanned the territory thoroughly. While she was disappointed to not see or hear any potential meal, she was surprised to see the large God simply strolling through the grass as though he too was also hunting. Kasdeya paused where she was, eyes wide for a moment and then returning for normal as she regained her cool. Stepping forward, the young demoness breathed in and took her opportunity. "My Lord, Morifaer.." She spoke respectfully, lowering her head in a bow as she came near him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:47 pm
Ah, mortals, usually so very cordial when he came around, though he had to say that, so far as manners went, the Lady Posca had outshone them all. He would have to direly scold Iar on that account. Iar himself was getting far too dangerous, too rash, and Morifaer didn't like it. It was about time for this plaything to come to its end, as it was growing a very willful mind of its own. However, this youngling seemed interesting, that she would so willingly approach him. A slight smirk touched his dark maw, and he rumbled his approval. "Hello, young lady...who might you be?"
Kasdeya stepped forward boldly, curious as to how many of the other cubs her age had spoken to their patron God. She had dreamt of her first encounter when she was only a cub, having heard so many elaborate stories of him when taught the pride's founding beliefs. As brave as she was, simply being in the presense of the massive lion with full wings was intimidating. She took a breath again before speaking, head still knelt down before her. "I am Kasdeya, daughter of Iartuupe." Despite her family issues concerning her mother and father, she knew her father's place in the pride and recognised herself above others because of that. As she spoke, Kasdeya's gaze jumped from one of Morifaer's flaming orbs to another. She was curious about just what they were, but felt it was not appropriate to waste the God's time with her silly questions. Lifting her head, though not all the way, Kasdeya added, "I would ask that you allow me to give you an offering, M'Lord."
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