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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 3:47 pm
She had been to see most of the immediate surrounding lands by now, though not all of the lands had known of her presence. There was no sign of the b*****d father who had left them so callously, though. She did, however, meet one or two mortals that she'd found interesting enough to deem friends, Nissa, a young lioness in the sea pride, and Zeki, a male from the Pridelands who she had run into twice now. She had mentioned her training with Mrost in passing, but not given any details, but speaking of the war god...
She hadn't seen him in a little while now, not long enough to be considered worrisome, but she was eager to demonstrate her new strengths and hone her talent further if possible. By now she was strong enough, even with her power limiters, to carry along five tornadoes roughly her size, balancing them all. She would sometimes travel this way when moving anywhere by foot, and referred to them as her "entourage". It was her way of practicing on her own and making her presence known, as she did seem to be fond of attention still, a trait she had not shaken from childhood.
Today, however, she did no such thing. Instead, she boldly traveled by paw with half of a disguise and no visible protection, wings hidden, but not the ones on her tail. Those wings were freely displayed despite the fact that so many mortals thought them to be some freakish growth. She'd just laugh, sometimes revealing her true identity, but most times making up some horrendous story just to make them cringe in reaction, especially the gullible ones who actually believed a bird could somehow get stuck in her tail and stretch the skin and muscle there. What idiots. (Granted, she'd only run into ONE creature who ever actually believed that that wasn't a child, but it didn't matter.) If there was just one here now to keep her entertained.
((Note: She has the same items as her Juve. stage, but an additional anklet (So one on each paw) and a tail ring that matches, in addition to the collar. Leg tattoo is now going up to her shoulder on both front legs, and along the strip of her spine and encircling the length of her tail.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:15 pm
 Mrost was only just finding his paws once again after deeming his son, taken out for training on his own some time ago, an irredeemable failure. It had cut him rather deeply that it seemed he was destined never to have a son or daughter to follow in his pawprints, they all seemed destined to betray him or proove unable to meet his impossible standards. So he had given up, wandering in thought for some time, unsure of his next course of action.
Then he had decided that true strength lay in those who had already displayed it, those who he had deemed powerful and who had earned the war god's trust and respect. So he had proceeded to seek them out once more, one after the other, the morals proving much more difficult to find than the gods, who each left perceptible echos in the world they moved through.
Today his mind was not on mortals but on the fiesty youthful female he had encountered a while ago. Chamchela had displayed an unusual aptitude to destructiveness and even more unusual willingness to see things the way he did. He wasn't about to forget that.
And so he was here. He could feel the resonance of a god in the area somewhere but there was no definate location to it. Little more than a feeling deep down that he was in the right place. With a clank of heavy metal plating, he sat himself down, half flaring his bone wings, scanning the horizon for any sign of who he sought. He spotted nothing, not even with the benefit the shade from his helmet brought his vision in the light.
Getting to his feet, he figured, there was little else for it. Little other than a battle could force him to raise his voice under normal circumstances, but this was a unique occaision, he wasn't coming all the way out here only to turn and leave because no goddess appeared on his first visit. Shaking his mane out of his eyes, he threw back his head and let out a startlingly loud rumble of a roar, one that seemed to echo with the hoofbeats of a cavalry charge and which brought to mind gunfire in the minds of those who heard it. It was a roar unique to him in many ways, nothing like a normal lion.
At the very least, he surmised, it would raise curiosity in the creatures around this area.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:32 pm
It never would have crossed Chamchela's mind that Mrost would be looking for her. Even if she dared daydream such high esteem in the eyes of the blue warlord, never had she actually thought it was plausible in actuality. Even now, her attention drawing back to the way she had come, she thought he must be seeking someone else or he had a different purpose for the call, but not one to look a gifted-anything in the mouth she quickly changed direction.
There were only a small handful of gods in this world that could make her come running, and an even smaller handful of mortals. The gods consisted of her immediate family, grandparents, and Mrost. The mortals were only three and consisted of her stepfather and her two friends. If anyone else was ever enough to draw her attention it was only out of morbid curiosity, and even then she took more than just her sweet time arriving at the scene.
This call was definitely one that she had heard before, even if only once, and she'd never forget it. Moving her wings out of disguise, she announced her presence by summoning three spiraling whips of wind, and fell right into an aggressive lope. As the tornadoes grew in size they would quickly become visible to those in the distance, a warning for any creature lion or prey alike to get out of the way of the oncoming storms. Very few had no reason to fear, but this god especially had none. Though Elly might not ever verbally say so, she did little to hide her admiration for the armor clad-demon. She had taken an immediate liking to him even before she knew his name or he hers, not something any other in her life could brag, except for Nissa. It seemed like maybe Mkodi would be kind to her finally after all, and provide her with at least one of the two gods that she spent her spare time seeking.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:48 pm
Mrost let the silence ring out delicately in the wake of his roar, hating every second of it, despising silence the same way a one who hadn't slept in weeks would despise perpetual noise. Quiet meant peace and peace was everything he hated. He watched the horizon patiently, well aware he had all the time in the world to while away, his tail curling and uncurling behind him, the spikes on it clicking together with every motion.
When he spotted the tornadoes in the distance, he smirked to himself, the first time he had smiled in what felt like weeks, chilly blue eyes once more seeming to flare up with that passion for destruction that fed him. He could hear the silence no longer, the sound on the breeze and the distant winds whipping it aside like so much dust.
He got to his feet, standing tall and regal, awaiting the goddesses arrival, pleased that even after so long, she saw fit to show when he requested. Apparently there was hope for the gods yet if at least SOME could see past their own sizable egos to co-operate. And he could see plainly that Cham's powers had grown since he last encountered her, another fact which stirred up the old enthusiasm in him. Nothing delighted Mrost like a good battle, but potential for tremendous destruction came close.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:58 pm
In a way, she answered with her own roar, hers just as unique as his, though it was not vocally extracted. There were those mortals in other parts of the world, two leggers who had experienced tornadoes before. Those familiar with trains might describe the sound like a train from hell tearing towards you. The roar of her creations would be what answered Mrost, as they violently tore merciless trenches into the ground and ripped trees and rocks from their roots, winds of high, deadly speeds catching anything in it's path off guard as air was sucked into the dust filled vortexes. Only when the blue god came into view did she dispell the twisters.
Just as violently as they had eaten the earth around, they dispersed with a violent gust of air, the debris crashing down to the ground again, and out of the chaos approached the young goddess, a barely discernible smirk on her muzzle. She stepped out of the settling dust clouds as a ghost from the mist, confident and calm despite the destruction left in her wake.
Upon reaching Mrost, she gazed up towards the taller male respectfully. He was her elder, and her teacher, and for the lessons he had given her he had her loyalty in turn. One such as him, whose very domain opposed everything her mother stood for and had tried to teach Elly, how could she not admire him when he seemed so much like what she wanted to grow up to be?
"Mrost... I was wondering when I would see you again."
She sounded obviously pleased as she spoke those words, a grin spreading with the same mischief as it had all those days, weeks, and months ago on their very first meeting.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 5:24 pm
The thundering power of the tornadoes as they drew nearer and nearer made Mrost's heart race, not in fear, for in reality he had little grasp of the emotion, but in sheer adrenalin. In the crunch of trees torn asunder, he heard the sound of breaking bones, in the sound of the rocks, he was reminded of the thud of two combatants using their very bodies as weapons when no other option remained. So intense was the flashback, the rush of the old thrill, that it took Mrost almost by surprise, his eyes seeming to glow with some deep inner fire, his breath quickened. He smirked back at Elly as she approached, his grin more unrestrained than he intended it to be, his intention was a calm, acknowledging grin, but the smirk was that of the true Mrost, the raging madman who when moved to it, could whip up a battle to a frenzy of blood and destruction, moving through it like a trained dancer flitting across a floor in steps practiced a thousand times.
And just like that, he seized back control, the old rush flickering away witht he tornadoes, leaving him almost saddened by their departure but glad to meet Elly once again. His smile turned cordial once more and he nodded in greeting.
"I think you'll find that I always come back in the end. Call it a habit." he grinned more toothily, flicking an ear. He was still almost perceptibly out of breath when he took another glimpse at the desolation in the goddess' wake and stated. "And I can clearly see that you have gotten stronger. Even by my standards, that was most impressive. I can only imagine what you will be capable of when you are an adult proper."
He tried to suppress the possibilities, prides driven from their lands by "natural" disasters, seeking to seize the lands of their neighbours...oh the potential.
"I take it you have been well?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 5:50 pm
Chamchela wondered briefly what he must have been thinking about as she registered the abrupt change in his eyes, but didn't think much of it. If it was important, he'd tell her.
"Old habits die hard, or something like that." She grinned, settling to sit on her haunches, folding her wings in to her sides. "I've been training ever since our last training session. And that with these power limiters." She admitted proudly in answer as she motioned to one of the silver studded, black leather bands around her paws, tail, and neck. She was glad for the acknowledgment though she already knew for a fact that she had the power for it. Hearing it from the one she so admired added a nice note of finality to it anyway. "I've been very well, if not a bit bored. How have you been, Mrost? Have you seen anything interesting?" And what made him call, for who?
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 6:05 pm
He nodded, eyeing the bands with interest, marginally more impressed that she had sought out such useful training aids of her own volition. "Then you have done better than most." he nodded. "So many simply tire of keeping themselves at the peak of what they are capable of, you do not fall into that category and it is a rare treat to see." He nodded in complete agreement as she spoke of boredom.
"Unfortunately no, nothing interesting at all. I spent a month or so in a vain attempt to prove one last time to myself that my son was not a lost cause only to inevitably give him up as the lost cause he truly is, being of divine birth was of no help to him apparently." he looked on the brink of a snarl, sinking his claws into the ground. "All it acheived was wasting months I could have spent on more beneficial things, such as seeing how my nearest allies were faring in their actions."
He smirked "It took me that long to realise that my true hope lies, not in my own family, but in those I consider just as close. And /that/ is what brings me here, little more than a visit to see how you are getting along, but nevertheless, one well overdue."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 6:55 pm
She didn't deem it important to mention her grandmother had originally tricked her into wearing them for some time, especially in light of the fact she later became aware, and after learning her grandfather used them regularly the idea had hit her, just as he had so concluded. She nodded quietly instead and smirked a bit at the stated compliment. But wait--
Children? Mrost had had children? Elly's ears perked atop her head, rounding about to a fully attentive position rather casually as he caught her interest.
"I didn't know that you had cubs." She confessed with a soft mumble, not displeased, but reluctant to admit to herself that she felt just a bit of a sting of jealousy at the first mention of them. Also, it was admittedly difficult to see Mrost with little ones, perhaps because he always seemed so collected and, well, somehow she just -didn't- picture him constantly having other children under paw. She didn't even feel the slightest bit of remorse hearing that the child had been dismissed. At least Mrost had bothered with him at all, not like her father. He had taken off and just never looked back. She didn't miss the annoyance from her teacher, though, and before she knew it her thoughts had taken to turning.
Moments after that initial comment though, her attention was snatched again. He had come looking for her specifically? Did that mean that he'd leave again now that he'd seen her well?
"I hope that doesn't mean you'll be leaving again already? Things are much more interesting when you're around..."
For a few moments she let that thought hang, then exhaled roughly through her nostrils, stirring up two very short lived dust twisters that quickly snuffed back out with the lack of breath of life to sustain them.
"Guess we'd better make it count, then. So... what is it that you were looking for me for...?"
~ Fin/Scene fade
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