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 Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 5:45 pm
Why she felt the urge to wander, she did not know, but she rarely ever questioned such things in her young life. She did what her heart felt. It just so happened that most of the time her heart felt like being close to her family, to her mother.
For some reason little silent purpose found herself wandering towards the darker, shadowed area of the territory they bordered on. The area certainly did seem gloomy and creepy enough but Kimya did not do much more than shiver from the chill that ran down her spine. She didn't plan to venture THAT close for a better look. No, thank you. She'd stick to the land bordering the area.
Her tail lashed at the grasses idly as she padded over a thicker-vegetated hill to sit. Where were her brothers right then, she wondered?
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 5:59 pm
Mrost was sat not far from the graveyard border, atop one of the many dusty rocks that littered the area, peevish beyond words. He hadn't expected to encounter his brother in the graveyard, nor for it to come to a fight and therefore had been wholly unprepared. As such he had gotten himself injured, something he thought entirely unbecoming of a god. His red-purple blood had seeped into the dust around him as the gash on his rump and face bled to scab. The pain was an irritant when he moved, so he had opted not to. Instead he sat like royalty, decadent to the extreme, ignoring any of the blood that was around him, aware that it could possibly draw lions or hyenas. That wasn't a worry, he could still dispatch mortals of either if he had to in this state, despite his reduced powers.
He yawned once, revealing a formidable set of teeth befor setting his head on his armoured forepaws. He'd have to heal these scars over as soon as possible so as to be unhurt when he went to pick up Hakan in a few days time. It wouldn't do to show any kind of weakness before his apprentice.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 6:09 pm
Her gaze faultered, blurring for a moment as she stopped her roundabout once over of the lands abruptly in an attempt to focus on one spot. Her eyes had not decieved her, then, and she really DID see a blue lion with such a strange apperance.
Kimya knew not, or very little, of gods. She'd certainly never encountered one before now, but somehow sighting this great being did not bode well within her. Somehow she felt drawn in to have a closer look, however, and despite her initial fear of the large male she found her hind legs pushing back and forelegs pulling forward to do just that.
The irony was truely lost on her, she who was unaware that her brother had made a deal with this very diety, signing over his soul and his ties to them in order to protect them. The grasses grew shorter beneath her paws until abruptly turning to vegetative stubble, and then mere, dead earth under her toes.
Kimya gazed up, awestruck and morbidly fascinated, at Mrost with her brother's eyes as she came within noticeable distance of his senses (though he probably could have detected her far sooner if he wanted to, if he hadn't already), the same eyes that they had both inherited from their mother.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 6:27 pm
Mrost's guard was down as he focused all of his powers and concentration on regeneration and healing his wounds enough to move properly. Nevertheless, he still spotted Kimya as she approached, rather than perceiving her with his senses instead seeing her movements out of the edge of his vision. He growled almost instantly. Aware that the female appeared too young to do him harm and not really agressive, he still felt that he had to make his dangerous mood known.
Slitted blue eyes snapped onto her form critically, as though he were sizing her up as an opponent or a snack. He didn't say anything though, was simply still, like a slowly snarling statue.
Then, as quickly as he had glanced at her, he looked away with another expansive yawn, dropping his snarl. He only needed to get that furious with Tanaka, with anyone else, it was just more stress. He sighed at her, glaring, unable to shake her familiarity. "Keep staring like that and I'll make a snack of you. What do you want?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 6:38 pm
Kimya's gaze didn't faulter as the snarling began, but she did bristle defensively at it, prepared to run or hide if he tried to attack her. Only when Mrost dropped his tense demeanour and pointed out her staring that she did cease. She'd managed to keep a steady enough reign on her voice while she was at it. For the most part Kimya lived up to her namesake. It took a direct approach to get her to visibly startle these days, and often her outward reaction was no way to judge the amount of fear she had inside.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I've just never seen another lion with wings and..."
Huh... what were those odd things he was wearing? They looked like shiney pieces of earth, or something.
She managed to gesture to them with a paw, though keeping that pointing paw low. She was aware that it was also rude to point, but for lack of better option found it to be the best way to convey her meaning.
"those.... before."
Kimya's eyes drifted back up towards the god again, taking in his size. He absolutely DWARFED her in comparison, and she didn't doubt he could probably follow through with his threat in two, three bites-- even if that was just a cub's over active imagination.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:50 pm
Mrost would, under normal circumstances, have ignored the female as insignificant, but today he was definately more wary than that, open wounds had a tendency to do that to a lion. He didn't feel bad for his snappy comment however, even as Kimya apologised. He raised a brow critically as she spoke about his wings and.. "Armour, it's called. It's made of a material found deep underground. Few mortals know what it is, I wouldn't doubt you would have seen it before."
He casually leant over his midnight blue head to lick the purple blood from the deep gashes in his rump before speaking again, matter of factly.
"You look familiar, have I seen you before?" It was true, the female looked and smelled familiar. In fact.... His eyebrow raised higher "No. You simply smell like Hakan."
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:29 am
Armour, right, she'd remember that. Kimya found herself still very much morbidly curious, perhaps it outweighed her good sense to fear this other, but thus far he did not seem intent on hurting her. It was the mention of her brother that brought about her next shock, ears rocking backwards on her skull.
"He's my big brother... you know him?"
How had Hakan become assosicated with a.... ah...? She'd have to ask him to confirm her question in a moment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:43 am
Mrost allowed the smirk to curl across his muzzle, like a snake that's found a perfectly oblivious mouse. "Yes I know him. I know him well and have done for some time." he feigned surprise "Has he never mentioned me?" Mrost had a feeling he wasn't something that just came up in the conversation over dinner. "No matter."
He examined her for another few moments before stating "So you are part of that family that Hakan would do anything to protect. Rather an anticlimax I'd say, I was expecting something remarkable. You don't look as if you could fight your way out of a wet paper bag."
He wasn't paticularly trying to be rude, most things just ended up sounding that way.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:23 am
His words felt a little off tilt, though Kimya had never really been one for getting offended. So he didn't think she was remarkable, he didn't know her, and she didn't know him, it all balanced out.
"He hasn't," She confirmed, oblivious to the sarcasm. "and I guess that depends... what's a paper bag? I've never been one for violence anyhow..." She murmered, saying more so far in this conversation than she had to any other stranger before. She wondered how Hakan had come to be on first name basis?
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 4:18 am
Mrost curled his lip "Violence is what makes the world go round, knowledge your sibling learned early in his life." Normally he would have grown weary of this little female and driven her off but the link to Hakan stilled his paw and piqued his interest. After all, if Hakan stumbled or betrayed him, it would be this female who would be one of those to feel his wrath.
He didn't bother to answer what a paper bag was, to be honest, he wasn't sure he could explain. He smirked darkly.
"You should thank Hakan next you see him, he has given up a lot to protect you and the rest of your family. His childhood, for one."
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 12:12 pm
Given up his childhood to protect her...? How was that possible? They were perfectly safe, they didn't need protecting with mama around. Why would Hakan give up something for something that they already had? To a creature like this no less. He was kind of scary, and definitely not very nice.
"That's not true. Mama and us get by just fine without violence." Kimya rebutted, tail slinking a bit to curl around one of her legs.
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