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 Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:56 pm
Tamu'meka: a male that Azula had recently, and foolishly befriended. It was true that he was loyal, and that he strived to meet her wants and needs, but he had a tendency to smother her. The attention was nice at first, but she quickly found herself reminded of the reasons she avoided getting involved with younger males. They were demanding and immature, not yet at their full potential.
The female growled to herself as she abandoned the kill at the edges of the desert. She hadn't hunted out of any sort of hunger, though for the sake of an aliby she did force herself to eat something to coat her pelt with the scent in the right places. The truth was though that she just -had- to get some space away from that boy or she'd claw into him. What a bother. If he ever grew out of it, she'd be amazed, possibly delighted. Until then, though, she was just aggrivated.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:59 pm
Mrost was in one of his lesser seen rages. He had found out that Tanaka had spawned several happy healthy cubs, normal creatures who grew up in the care of their parents and siblings. Tanaka seemed to have everything he did not. Mrost had Eir and two sons he had never known from far in his past, something his brother could never match, but he had nothing more than that, he was unable to fit into a pride, into lion society, too nomadic, too vicious, too petty. And in true Mrost fashion, he decided this was entirely other people's fault. So today, for whatever twisted reason motivated him, he found himself on the edges of the Firekin lands, seeking something to harm, something to torment or some way to prove that whatever Tanaka could do, he could do better and with a better pedigree. He was familiar with the sands, war raged here often and they were an old friend to him despite belonging to Finar-si, so he wandered easily on his way, following the vague hints of ambition that hinted that life was present nearby, moving towards the nearest source his brain could find, which just so happened to be Azula.
He was obvious, even from a distance, electric blue pelt bright against the sand, his armour gleaming. To all appearances he was cool and calm, graceful even, he outwardly showed nothing of the spiteful energy that laced his every thought and whim today. His son had Red as his nasty side. Mrost was Mrost, his own nasty side. Flicking his tail casually behind him he strolled to within speaking distance of the female, clearly of the Blood from her fur and grinned a most predatory grin. "Why hello there m'lady."
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:00 pm
Azula froze in her steps and glanced up from her irritated wanderings, only to find her heart catch in her throat.
Azula was not a lioness easy to startle, not by any means. Some thought her to be emotionally deficient by the apathetic ease with which she could take even the most devastating of news... Such as the death of her mother, or word of her brother's curse, but this... beast before her, a creature of nightmareish imagination's conception, took her by quite the bit of shock. Gods were something she had only heard of in passing myth... stories her mother told, and even then it had only been Finar-si that she'd been told of. To see a creature like Mrost was beyond unexpected.
Did the lioness show her uncertainty or signs of fear? Absolutely not. Besides being born of Firekin blood, she was also Azula, and she didn't back down from anyone.
Her posture remained poised, taunt with the annoyance that still coursed through her system at a dangerous simmer. She did at least turn on black dipped paws to face the other, eyes narrowed. "And who might you be...?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:02 pm
Mrost approved more than anything else of the lioness' determined composure in the face of something as bizzare and other as he was, he knew he must look like something out of a dream - or rather, a nightmare - and to remain unflinching must have taken a great amount of composure. He grinned ever wider and sat down, graceful despite his clumsy armour, his slitted eyes narrowed slightly, not out of anger but out of something more observant, deep, intense. His tail curled in the air behind him like a question mark, the spikes glinting and catching the sunlight. His voice was chivalric as he spoke, hinting again, nothing of what he was thinking, hinting at the honesty of an old friendly warrior who had fought too many battles. "I'm Mrost. A wandering god. In seek of those worthy of my attention." It was the old game, spin a web of silver lies and dissapear in the night time, gone by morning, leaving a legacy of hardship in his wake. There was no feeling, simply the thrill of the game to him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:04 pm
Ah, so he was a god indeed, at least she didn't have to worry that the heat had finally fried her brain, that she wasn't imagining things. The female remained wary, and didn't venture as far as to buy too much into the possible implications of his words.
Azula was no hopeless romantic by any means. If he sought someone worthy of his attention then she would hazard a guess that he was looking for someone to slake off his lusts towards. Men were mostly the same no matter where you traveled, her expectations were not raised for the immortals in the least bit. In the meantime, however, she was intrigued, and supposed it couldn't hurt to humor the god for now. If he didn't intend to stick around, all the better. She was fed up with the prospect of finding a permanent partner right then, all she wanted was a bit of relief from her own stress. So... the question was, was he after the same, something similar, or just someone to entertain him in a more sadistic fashion? What did he want?
"I see. Then am I to assume that you deem me worthy?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:14 pm
That almost playful smirk tugged up slightly at her words, the firekin were not stupid, they rarely held airy and girlish fantasies of being wooed by a powerful prince. No, she saw right through him, that much was apparent. Yet she hadn't told him hell no and stalked off yet, that was a very good sign he figured. He still curled his tail contentedly but this time spoke on more level terms, his tone far more frank than magnimonous.
"I would say yes. After all you saw right through me and my pompous words didn't you?" it was mainly a hazarded guess that she had but still, honesty sometimes worked.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:34 pm
She had been correct then, bringing about a short sense of satisfaction. The lioness lowered her head some and drew in closer to the god and slowed to a stop.
"So it would seem." She answered simply, almost neutral, not bragging, nor playing the humble part. Just as she had seen through him, however, it seemed that he was also able to read her as well, at least to an extent that it was made clear he was no fool. Red eyes lifted, then, to meet more directly with Mrost's blue, speaking out volumes that her voice alone would not carry in words. Azula was not one to plead or ask for what she wanted, rather, she'd sooner see what his angle was before presenting her own agreement or disagreement. "Then allow me to ask of you your title."
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:35 pm
Mrost stayed put, his little bubble of self confidence not caring where others stood when they spoke to him, his demenour unphased, he met her gaze willingly, those slitted blue eyes sometimes unreadable but today rather clear veiws into his thoughts. He had to convince himself it was like the old days, he could control something rather than constantly being controlled as he was these days. However, the fire he saw in her eyes, that keen intellect, was not the easy code to crack that he had sought. He couldn't just waffle lies to get what he desired, deception would be obvious, she seemed to have him more defined than he had himself, so he yeilded, giving up the truth. His arrogant smirk appeared briefly as he said "I am War. These are not my lands and I tread dangerously just to be here though in some ways I have stalked these dunes many a time. Your kind serve Finar-si but in doing so many times have served me. I respect your pride, your strength, that is why I choose the desert over the lush pridelands, I would not simply seek what I do anywhere. "
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:45 pm
War...? Why, what a positively wonderful god to meet, of them all! Azula quickly found her attention span for the diety shooting skyward. Her eyes flashed, however briefly, as the title reached her ears. He couldn't woo her with lies, but this did indeed take a suddenly interesting turn.
"Finar-si... yes, who could forget the goddess who gave life to the Firekin. I cannot say that I know much of her, however. My mother did not like to speak of her birthlands."
Her eyes narrowed, and Azula sought to shift the subject again before focus could linger on such a topic. She didn't like to discuss her personal life with others, let alone strangers. She was more prone to lie and fabricate details rather than give away intimate details of her past............. though it wouldn't matter. She had no ties of concern or loyalty to them.
"It's a pleasure to meet you then, I must say, War. Have you a name that I can call you by?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:46 pm
Mrost raised his eybrows in surprise at this new turn of events, nodding to Azula "I have never met her but I know these lands are her own as much as I know my own name. It's something you can feel when you are one of my kind, it's hard to miss each other." he nodded "And yeah, if you wanted you could call me by my full name, Mrostnadamnusspectrulupis, but if you did I'd chalk you as insane. Or you could just call me Mrost which most do, it doesn't mean anything anyway." he grinned "And what might I call you?" she could give him the truth or a name she had made up, it would all be the same to him. He would remember the lioness rather than the name, it was the way he was.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:46 pm
Azula lifted her eyebrow at the rather long title, and no, she had no intention of using the full title. He did earn a faint chuckle, the female turning to sit facing the distance with her side to his front, as she felt some of her frustrations ebbing temporarily. "You may call me Azula, Mrost. So now I ask, now that you've found someone worthy of your attention, just what is it that you plan to do?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:38 pm
Azula it was then. He noted the name for now and nodded, she was straight to the point, straight to his intentions. "Do you want the truth or a sugar coated lie?" he said before dismissively waving a paw "Actually I was never good at the sugar coating myself." he smirked "You've heard the legends haven't you? Of bored gods looking for a little reminder of what it is that makes mortals so unique, so fleeting? Well, you could consider this the making of one of those legends if you like. After all, it's not something every female gets to be part of." he smirked "Though you could always say no. Go back to your little inbred dying pride and pretend you never met me. But there'd always be that little what if. What if you hadn't." He laughed "Life is shorter than you think, sometimes it pays to play it by ear."
Children? Azula ALMOST cringed, the idea of raising cubs had always been a dread of hers, but even she had to admit that the prospect of bearing cubs of the god of war, that had merit. Was there any way to gurantee that they would sucessfully concieve, though? If there was a chance of it not happening... it was chance enough for her, that much was clear.
Play it by ear... Her life had always been a mix of planning and improvising, rarely ever relying entirely on one or the other. The last time she'd played it by ear, though, she ended up in this situation, with Tamu'meka all but fawning over her in his own discreet way. Did she really want to tie herself down with children?
"Very well then, Mrost. But as someone who seems to know the Firekin so well, surely you realize that I could be seen as a traitor to my pride if they suspect the father to be a rogue. They aren't likely to believe so easily that any children I bear by you were sired by a god. I need to be assured that I, nor the cubs would be slain in an effort to preserve said diminished and inbred bloodline."
Mrost shrugged "Colour for gods is somewhat optional. Illusions can be acheived, things can be altered. If, and that is if anything should occur. But yes, I know the pride and provision will be made should anything...untoward result." he grinned slightly. "Your colouration would predominate I'm sure, the firekin blood runs thicker than my own, Finar-si's influence is greater upon you." He shrugged "That is as much as I can explain of the phenomenon." He was pleased, this indeed would be interesting, a little random indulgence in the mortal realm to see if what he felt for Eir really was trancendental of all else. The cubs, were there to be any, would not be his concern, indeed Finar-si would overpower his own influence on them and he could claim ignorance. "And that's only if the worst should occur..." he said with a wink "There are never guarantees."
Azula began to contemplate things over in her mind even as she posed the question, as he responded... She was sure that if he was only after an attachment-free romp then his concern would be on anything but the consequences that might follow, but the offer was too much for her to pass by. She could work this to her advantage, of that she was certain.
He recieved a measuring look, and then, and only then, did the red-pelted huntress allow her gaze to wander freely from his face and over the rest of his armor plated and spiked form. Somehow it was hard to believe at first glance that mating with someone so.... decorated wouldn't be painful, just by first glance. Now that they'd exchanged conversation, however, and she'd had time to take note of his full apperance, her concerns dissipated. It was unlikely that she'd end up bearing any cubs anyway. If in fact she should, however, she was prepared to handle the consequences then and at that time alone.
The lioness rose silently to all fours again then, calmly moving to head in the direction of the oasis where they would have the cover of the small greened strip of land for shelter from prying eyes.
Mrost in his mind was triumphant, exilirated that he could still have some sort of acheivement to his name that he still had whatever luck he'd had before. Though it was still hollow compared to what he felt when he was with Eir, where every word meant something, every word was important. But there was no way he'd walk away from the chance to breed one of Finar-si's own, it would be the ultimate jab at their inbred traditions, their claim to be warriors when they shunned war himself from their lands. Perhaps this little encounter could extend his influence ever so slightly. After all, wherever a god's name was spoken, there came into being a little piece of themselves. Perhaps there would be cubs. The thought amused him, at least they would end up warriors here in this place of all places? Not the drastic failure that Na-Be had become as he aged.
A little bit of experimental responsibility never hurt anyone. Or rather, it never hurt /him/ and as far as Mrost was concerned, the world was all about him and him alone.
He followed on behind her willingly towards the oasis, tail still dancing behind him.
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