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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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 Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 6:41 pm
 Discord took today to roam away from her kingdom. She had no fears of anything going wrong because she knew that all would be alright with the new King she had to help her run things. As she walked, she began to think of everything she'd been through. The birth of her first litter who were the apple of her eye in every way...save for her first daughter who took to the softer side of things. Though she had supposed it would happen. She had a feeling one of her kids would take more after their grandmother, she just hadn't expected it to be the little hellion her daughter once was.
Then their was her second litter, two boys and boy were they bad...but then that b*****d Gaara warped Tashuels mind and had him turn his back on the family. Not too soon after her first husband Stryker betrayed her and scurried off with the useless whelp known and Mavis. By god she had been filled with so much rage, so much bitterness. Hell, she had to admit that she was still bitter. That b*****d had seriously made her think that something was wrong with her. That she had done something wrong. However, her pride began to kick in and she saw that it was no fault of her own. They just couldn't handle the pressure. They were too weak to stick around. When she had come around and out of her rut, she had transformed into a colder lioness altogether and she liked it that way.
Since her transformation, her son Tashuel returned to her and those who betrayed her suffered in many ways...save for the ex-king. He still had yet to pay but she was in no rush for that. No she wanted that to happen at the perfect time and so as the days passed, she would plot and brood over the perfect torture but still something was missing. She hoped that this walk would help her figure it out...hell maybe during this walk, she would meet another who shared her dark veiws. She could always use more allies.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:17 pm
Hunting new allies and visiting distant lands really was a taxing little errand... With a snort of derision for the sheep he had passed among, Aveshar eagerly moved through familiar free-lands, slowly winding closer to his home territory. As he passed prides he knew, he toyed with idea of visiting some of his lesser neighbors, not that their lands were close to his... But then, nothing was close to the Twisted Kingdom.
The scent of a female caught his attention as he slowed his pace, scenting the air with a thoughtful tilt of his head. She was, somewhat familiar to him, and yet, different... A familial similarity of scent then... A sister or mother with whom he was familiar?
Aveshar smiled, altering his course to crest a hill and look down, espying the white-bodied female with wings... And what? Flowers and vines curled around her forelegs and shoulders... Ahh, perhaps that was what he had recognized? Pretty Belladonna... He should visit her again soon. Until then...
"Hail, Fallen Angel..." He smirked as he strode down to meet her. "Hail, Daughter of a Demon..."
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 1:32 pm
Her ears twitched when the new voice presented itself. The voice alone caused something to stir within her but she pushed her carnal desires aside for she recognized what it was about the voice that had made her blood begin to boil. Power. Unfiltered, dark power. Slowly her eyes gravitated to the owner of that voice and she had to admit that she was taken aback with what she saw. A black bodied male with intricate runes scattered about his pelt that she had never seen before. A gray mane that gave him a more mature look though she knew he wasn't that old. No. The way he carried himself was like that of a young male...just with more sense.
The words he had used to address her had made her question if she had ever met him before. No, she would remember meeting a male like him. How could one forget such a sight but there was no doubt that he was familiar with her. Just how.
"You speak as if you know me dark one. Tell me, what is our connection."
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 3:42 pm
Slow, stately steps brought him down the hillside and closer to the female he addressed, his smile widening almost impercetpibly. He flicked his tail casually, tossing his head slightly as a section of mane slid into his face. His gaze lingered over her wings, moving to note the horns that spiraled from he head and the scales down her face. He'd seen such things before, though none on a lion or lioness he had the fortune to meet.
Fate was smiling. So was he.
"I know not you, Lady... But I know of you, or rather, of your kind. Your relation is one I am acquainted with, the familiarity of scents leave me to believe she is your mother?"
He tilted his had in faint question. "I am just venturing a guess of course. The lady Belladonna is the one of which I speak."
As for the rest, though he was not demon, the Dark Fayth was alike it enough to recognize the power... Like, but not like.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 5:02 pm
"She's not spoken ill of any other besides my father so I suppose I don't need to show you any aggression. Though don't take my good mood too lightly. Unlike my mother, I enjoy a good marring." She sat back on her haunches, with her head held high and her gaze never leaving his form.
"So tell me dark one, what is your title? Power seeps from all around you so I know full well you are not like these peons that roam the lands."
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