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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 2:30 am
This is the archive of RP logs for Verge'lian
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:04 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:09 am
RP #2::
Eva - Character by +Sephiros Immortal+
Verge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+
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(( Note: Backlogged~ ))
In hindsight, this had been the longest day of his life, and at the same time, it had gone by in a whir of moments, each tied together to make a beautiful mosaic, each a verse in a song, and that song strung itself in a line to make the ballad of his life, rhythmic beats and a voice rising in song. Verge’lian knew that his tune had just begun, and that excited him. He could feel the wind teasing his way through his fur like the caress of some ethereal mother, a reassurance that this was a grand leap in the right direction, and a kindly affirmation that this pride was, and would always be his home. This place…these people…the familiar faces of mother and siblings…they’d been just as happy as he this day.
And Verge was always singing. Ever since he’d first learned a tune, he had not stopped, treating life like a musical, a ballad to be sung, often making words up in but a moment, bearing a distinct gift for rhyme and harmony. His conversations often were just notes away from becoming a melody of their own, and though he was looked upon a little strangely at times, his gift was recognized, and it filled him with pride. He hardly knew why he sang any longer, it was just a part of him, of his being and his soul.
Hearing the near-soundless, but familiar paw-steps of his mother, Verge closed his eyes, tilting his head up and into the wind, before slowly turning blue gaze to regard her. “Hello, mother…” He trilled, the familiar words having a distinctly musical lilt to them.
Eva smiled fondly at her son, and as always, he could see the love in her eyes. He knew that she had worried for him, that she had been concerned over this ‘phase’ of his, or at least that was what she had thought it to be originally. Now, however…it had traveled on into his older years, and he would sing forever, an unending ceaseless song if he continued. Not that that was bad, it just worried her a mite, and she had to wonder why he did it.
“Verge'lian…” She began, “Today was good…” That was benign enough, and a bright start for a conversation that could easily become complicated.
Verge nodded, “Truly.” Another musical word, like a note on a scale…ever his way. The young cub leaned against his mother, ever in want of contact, with the world and with those about him.
“You sang beautifully today, and all else was excellent as well…you will be a great asset to the pride someday, my son…”
“Ah…” He replied, a faint smile on his lips, “But mother, I am not so excellent on my rhythm, that you must admit, yes yes yes?” The last three were trilled, different sounds to each, bits of some forgotten chord.
Touching one of her paws gently to her son’s, she chuckled, “You do excel in song, but you do it always…and are not so fond of the dance or rhythm…yes?”
“Affirmative…” He breathed, his love of large, poetic words carried in a melodic whisper on the night air in the form of his reply. Though he was not above a romp with his friends and family, Verge liked to learn, soaked it up like a sponge, pestering the elders with his questions.
“So…my son…why do you sing?” It was a question she had wanted to ask, but never found the time appropriate. Now, on this night of all nights, of the coming of age, it was indeed the right moment.
Leaning into the wind, Verge seemed to consider it for a long moment, before a slow smile spread across his maw, and he laughed quietly, “Why mother, it’s simple!” He replied, “I play …and others watch me…I sing…and others watch me…the difference is the how. They look at me differently when I sing…and so I will continue to raise my voice in song.”
“So you wish for admiration then?” She prodded softly.
“I suppose I do…but then, mother…who does not wish to be praised?” And thus he would, until they took away his tune. His heritage would catch up with him sooner, rather than later.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 6:36 am
RP #3::
Mor'faerion - +Sephiros Immortal+
Verge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+
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He’s staring again. They’ve been at this for hours, the two of them, the dark lion and the grand creature with the silver mane. Two males, each summing one another up without a word, sitting and regarding one another. Verge’lian makes a face, sneering at this impotent, outcast son of a rival god. Interesting, very interesting indeed.
“What do you want, son of Sparda?” The dark lion finally speaks, a sort of resignation in green eyes as he has finally become weary of silence. He is not content with this arrangement by far, and some part of him knows that the other has likely only come to haunt him…harry him further.
Nodding his head as a token gesture of acknowledgement, the blue male deigned to answer. “I want to know what your plans are, and if they challenge mine.” It goes without saying that if they do, then Verge will not hesitate to vent his icy wrath on the other.
A low growl arises from the black-pelted male, “They do not. I simply wish to protect me and mine, my father notwithstanding, for I think he is more than capable of taking care of himself.” Not wishing to further discuss the dark god that sired him, as the demonic entity is more than distasteful to him now.
“Do you wish to forsake who you are, Mor’faerion? He whose name means son of the dark spirit…the one who birthed all our kind?” Impudent fool, this child of Morifaer…that he so dare defy his birthright and their kind…their race. No wonder he was nearly mad.
Baring teeth in a snarl, Mor’faerion’s eyes flash vivid emerald. “I do not forsake who I am, but I scorn the name of he who begat me.” A fierce hatred still burned in his heart…as did the remembrance of dark wings and overwhelming shadow, a labyrinth of illusion and terror.
Verge shrugged one massive shoulder. “It is to your folly then, sir, that you behave thus…for you must join with us, or you will be overwhelmed…you know that of which I speak, do you not?” He gave the other a knowing look.
Mor’faerion took a step back, shaking his shaggy head. “No indeed, I will not be a prisoner of my mind, Verge…you speak lies. I have my family! My mainstay! They will be my protection against the madness…” But still, he feared to lose his mind.
Verge’lian chuckled in cold amusement, “they are no longer with you, is this not true? One is lost, perhaps forever, and you no longer know where your mate and daughter are. Foolish to let them leave your sight…who knows what has come of them…”
A shiver ran down his spine, and he turned away. “Leave me…I do not wish to hear your lies…for you are simply trying to sway me for your own purposes…my family remains unharmed, I believe it so.”
“Believe as you wish…” He murmured, and with that, the blue lion turned to go, leaving the dark male in his delusions.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 6:52 am
RP #4::
Verge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+
Kamau - +Sephiros Immortal+
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Yes, the night was perfect for sleep.. if one could, Kamau was way too curious to sleep tonight. He wanted to explore this new place he'd stumbled upon. Sure, he had spent an entire day running to this place, but there was water near by, and shade. He stopped a good ways from the trees and stood still, his crimson eyes gleaming as he opened his mouth to take in more scent than he could with his nose.
There was someone else here. It smelled like a male, but he wasn't so sure. One couldn't be sure if one was tired and parched. "Just great," he whispered softly. He looked around. There was really no cover, if he was right about where the male was placed. Looking about, his eyes caught the sight of a male lion beneath a tree and blinked and then started a bit slower, listening to the very soft rustling of the grass beneath his paws. "What do I do?" he murmured to himself. He looked out and sighed. He smelt water, but he didn't see it. Where was it? Either, possibly, fight a lion over water, or just get on with his life and turn back to take a longer way around to water. He was tired and thirsty and he needed something to eat. And Kamau knew where there was water, there was prey. "...Chance it." He sprinted past the trees, darting like a scared rabbit and trying to make it past the lion…and to the water. He’d been far too long without something decent to drink.
Verge’lian was completely oblivious to the fact that the young one was close by. The older male had almost fallen asleep, as he found the evening soothing, remarkably soothing in fact, and he rather wanted to enjoy it to its fullest. He neither wanted nor foresaw company…especially in the form of a young hybrid. However, the speediness of the youngster and the complete lack of stealth awoke the demon lion, and he leapt to his feet, pouncing on Kamau with a swiftness that was almost uncanny, fully expecting to have something a bit more threatening than a cub between his paws.
Kamau quite nearly screamed like a female, eyes going wide as he yelped in terror as the very large adult lion caught him between his paws. There were large claws now, that the cub could see out of his peripheral vision, on either sides of his head, and he swallowed hard, blinking up at Verge as the he trembled in fear. “Uhm…hullo…d’you wanna play tag?” When caught, best to act as innocent as possible.
Play? Was this child daft? Rumbling in irritation, Verge backed off, scowling at the wee intruder. “No. Go take your games somewhere else, pipsqueak.” Gods knew he wanted nothing to do with children. They were nothing but a burden, especially filthy little hybrids.
"Ah, all right…is it ok if I take a drink of water?” Clambering to his feet, he shifted from paw to paw nervously, entirely skittish now due to Verge’s little attack on him, something that Kamau had taken quite personally mind you. Big bully, this lion, that’s all that he was.
“I don’t control this pool…” Verge grunted, “Drink as you please, and then get the hell out of my sight, you peon.” Almost sulky, as he’d been jolted out of a nice sort of doze, the male lion curled up again, stretching his paws out in the dust. If that little brat disturbed him again, he was going to swat him to kingdom come.
With a sheepish smile, Kamau pattered towards the water. Goodness, adults could be so odd sometimes, and that fellow was definitely no exception. What a jerk. Kamau made a point…that he’d never be like that when he grew up, he’d always be nice to kids…who was to know whether or not they’d had it rough like he did!
Verge, for his part, closed his blue eyes, knowing that the leopon was no threat to him, and with a disgusted sigh, quite tired of this world of foolish mortals, he went to sleep, letting the night pass in silence…hoping that the child would be wise enough not to disturb him.
And Kamau was no fool. After he’d had his fill of the water, he tiptoed past the sleeping adult, creeping his way into the Savannah and then breaking into a run. All right…it was time to find himself some dinner and leave that grouchy male far behind.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:24 am
RP #5::
Hakuna'jina - T ` P o i
Verge'lian - +Sephrios Immortal+
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The crimson lioness let wakefulness come slowly this sunset. She knew there was no danger at the moment, no urgency to find food. She'd eaten enough the night before to ensure she wouldn't be hungry until at least the middle of the night. Hakuna stretched languidly, smile on her muzzle. She sort of liked the feeling of knowing there was another nearby again. Was strange, but...nice, she supposed.
Vergil was close still, lounging in an almost lazy fashion next to her, blue eyes half-lidded. "Ah, awake?" He rumbled quietly, tilting his head as he observed her. A pretty creature she was, but not to be underestimated. A good ally she would make...and mayhap the two of them combined could be beyond helpful to the pride that was just beginning to form.
Hakuna nodded, not bothering to get up. "Yes...I tried to enjoy the last bits of sleep, but they seem to have run away." She chuckled and looked to the other. Something in the way he looked at her made wheels turn in her head she hadn't been entirely sure were there. "Is there something on your mind, Verge?"
"I daresay they tend to be unpleasant fellows like that..." His claws idly scratched the dust beneath his paws, "And there is indeed something on my mind, Hakuna...about this pride that is to be. True, we are integral to its founding, but...it is in my thinking that mayhap we must also further it..."
Hakuna nodded, though not entirely sure where he was going with the final statement. "Yes...That usually is the duty of a founder. What are you proposing?" She carefully scratched her chin with a claw, wondering if the inkling she had was right, or if she was just getting her hopes up.
Verge, though he was gifted in the use of words, if nothing else, was not the world's greatest communicator...However, for this, he rather thought he could overcome it. "We are two enlightened and superb specimens of our kind, my dear..." He replied quietly, "Do you think it not our duty and our pleasure to further the noble demon line?" There was an odd, almost bemused quirk of lips at that, as though sharing some little secret meant only for her.
So she wasn't getting her hopes up! She kept from grinning, settling on a mysterious smile instead. "But of course. I'm sure the other founders wouldn't object to a few...younger members of exceptional blood." Hakuna had been wanting cubs for a while now, but hadn't wanted any chance of weakness in them. And there was certainly no chance with Verge...no. He was perfect. She chuckled.
He chuckled low in his throat. "Then we are agreed...a young brood of demons we shall bring into the world, you and I..." Ah yes, things were shaping up just perfectly between the two of them. She would be tied to him by virtue of the cubs and their shared purpose...and a new order would emerge. Oh yes...Sparda would be very pleased with him.
"Most certainly agreed." Her orange-amber eyes were half-lidded as if she was in her own world. "Yes...a brood of demons both beautiful and strong. Raised as they should be." She would certainly have to tell her mother of this next time she whispered, and then she would give Hakuna much praise...especially since the blood would not be diluted.
Blue eyes glimmered with satisfaction. "So may it be..." As though intoning the words sealed the matter. Slowly he rose to his feet, glancing out at the landscape. "Take another walk with me, Hakuna?" It was a simple suggestion that he knew she would agree with...and then, they might 'play'...as only demons could...
Hakuna stood, grinning. "Of course. How could I refuse?" She too, looked about at the world around them. A perfect night, with barely a sliver of moon, and she was feeling 'playful' now. "Though I wonder if you can keep up?"
A smile that would have been chilling had it been directed at anyone else was flashed her way. "I, my dear...can always keep up..." Oh yes, the challenge was on, and it would surely end in a way pleasing to the both of them. What a divine evening this would be...Verge couldn't remember one so pleasing...not since his brother and he had been young.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 2:19 pm
RP #6:: Iartuupe - MandaVerge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+A'lora - +Sephiros Immortal+------------------- Manda Indeed, that was exactly what Iar planned to do... this time, perhaps she really -would- learn her lesson. He was also starting to wonder if there might be a way to keep her in one spot while he went to hunt - without causing permanent injury. If not... was he willing to go that far? At the moment, he really didn't know - just letting his anger and frustration at her willfulness show itself. +Sephiros Immortal+ And she cowered still further, letting him hurt her until she was crying out for him to stop. It wasn't a matter of pride anymore, simply self-preservation. She didn't want him to permanently injure her...gods...she wanted to eventually escape from this and become -normal- again...but it seemed that wasn't at all what -he- had in mind. It was the sounds that drew, Verge'lian....the cries of the female and then...the scent of blood. Raising his silver-maned head, blue eyes narrowed and he sauntered towards the commotion. What sort of devilry was going on in this part of the world? It had been a long time since he'd heard such a ruckus...a very long time. Manda Iar wasn't paying much attention at all to his surroundings... having gotten caught up in the sound of the female's pained cries, the scent of her blood and fear. Yes ... this ... this was what he wanted. He knew very well how close he was skirting to the edge of permanent damage, but for the moment at least ... he didn't care. Nothing mattered but the flash of claws, the sound of his own growls mixed with the female's cries. +Sephiros Immortal+ When Verge's blue eyes landed on the two of them, he let a low snarl of challenge rumble up from his throat. The female wasn't fighting him...and that wasn't fair, nor any fun, t'would seem. Verge had a strange, twisted sense of honor....and that honor compelled him to step into this situation. Manda Even then, Iar didn't stop ... he heard that snarl but paid it no mind. It was likely ... if Verge wanted to really get his attention, he would have to attack the dark male. +Sephiros Immortal+ Crouching, the blue male leapt towards the other lion, barreling into Iar's side with a roar. It was idiocy to fight against those who could not fight back...to torment them so...perhaps that was what Morifaer's people did...but Verge was a son of Sparda. Manda At -that-, Iar twisted, turning to attempt to claw at the other male with a roar of his own. His mind was still filled with the female's cries and the scent of her blood and all he could think was that the other meant to steal her. "She's MINE!" he snarled, trying to get hold of an ear and do his best to chew it off. +Sephiros Immortal+ Verge slammed his paw, claws extended, against the other's face in a violent swipe, quickly working to disentangle himself from the other. "Shut your mouth, you fool! I have no wish to fight you nor steal anything!" He snapped, fangs bared, even as A'Lora crept slowly away from the fighting males, quite terrified of them both. Manda "Is -that- so?" Iar hissed, ears laid back against his head as he backed away a mere step or two - trying to get some room to plan his next move. "Then leave... you're interfering." And with that, he rushed in again, paws outstretched to try to get a better hold on the other male. +Sephiros Immortal+ A'Lora watched the two in silent terror, he blue eyes almost comically wide. Goodness, she rather hoped that the blue male didn't get himself killed, as he'd interfered with her torment, and that made him all right in her book. However, she didn't think she was too keen on sticking around, all things considered. Vergil almost disdainfully reared up on his hind legs to bat the other away. "Yes, I am...scum...Such foolish, mindless treatment of the helpless...you sicken me." Yes, the weak might get trampled underfoot...but it was coward's play to tear the wings from a butterfly. Manda "You are the fool! I am meant to inherit this world... take over everything and everyone and cover the earth in a dark tide of demons!" He didn't even seem to feel the damage the other did to him, very nearly gone berserk now as he came in again. His strategy was slowly dissolving into mindless clawing and biting, though. +Sephiros Immortal+ "Ha! An idiot like you could never inherit the whole of the demonic legacy...do not think that the dark god has full power...not over a son of Sparda..." He hissed, eyes narrowing as he threw himself at the other, meaning to bring him down with his own weight. A'Lora, for her part, swallowed hard and turned from the two...demons then...both...Tail between her legs, she slunk away, making for some place that did not contain such scary males with delusions of grandeur. Surely there was a safe place...perhaps she should seek out a pride and take shelter with them. Manda The sound of -that- name only served to infuriate Iar further, as his own master had spoken of that one. "Filthy spawn of Sparda!" he snarled, startled enough that Verge was able to bear him to the ground. But once there, Iar squirmed and twisted wildly, biting at whatever he could reach, back legs tucking up underneath him to claw at the other's belly. +Sephiros Immortal+ Though Verge felt the sting of claws, he did not let up, going instead for the other's throat, great maw closing about the other's neck warningly, and with a low rumble, he latched...one swift twist could end the other's life if Verge so chose... Call him filthy would he? Manda Iar refused to give in so easily, though... and at first, he still continued trying to fight - attempting to get claws into the other lion's -eyes- or something ... anything. But after a moment, even he realized that if he didn't stop, he was going to die. And that wouldn't serve his master's purpose at all. So he went limp, though he still growled low in his throat at the other. +Sephiros Immortal+ "Good...now...I think you and I are at something of an impasse...and though we serve different gods...they are united now...it is -useless- for us to fight. I will spare you...if you go your way, and I mine...and good riddance..." There was a slight sneer to the words, and still, Verge's mouth did not ever move far from Iar's throat. Manda The growl turned to a snarl then, but Iar knew that the other spoke truth. And simply because he seemed to have lost this round ... it didn't mean there might not be another chance. And so he gave the other the faintest of nods in agreement. +Sephiros Immortal+ "Very well then..." And quite quickly, he backed away from the other, wise enough not to let him get in a parting blow. He didn't at all trust Iar...the only thing the brute understood was force...blood...and pain, and even then, that didn't do too much good. Manda Iar got back up to his feet, finally starting to feel the myriad of injuries that the other male had inflicted on him. Still, though, he tried not to let it show, standing up straight and curling his lip at the other with another snarl. "You've won for today, Sparda-spawn ... I make no promises about the future." Then he turned and went to start what he knew was likely a futile hunt for the female. Their fight had taken too much time... she was likely long gone.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 4:52 pm
RP #7::
Verge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+
Mora'era - +Sephiros Immortal+
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Here now… Her breath caught in her throat as she approached the place where Verge’lian resided, the second king of the pride. It had been a long journey home for Mora’era, and now…she was at the last leg of her journey, for if this king accepted her, then she would feel complete, unflinchingly allied with the demons, one of them, as she had longed to be. Ever since she had been small, she had desired to find her place…and this…seemed to be it.
Verge’lian watched her approach, his blue eyes flicking to her wound-marred coat, and the mark on her flank. Ah, she must have met Iar, he assumed, for never before had a complete outsider come forth to be part of the pride. They had best get used to it, for like would call to like. So it had been stated, and so the gods decreed. He rumbled his pleasure at her approach, not even bothering to arise, as he’d been resting, hind paws bunched beneath him and forepaws outstretched.
He was magnificent. Her crimson eyes were aglow, the fervency in them shining out, akin to madness. “Aran’shale…” She greeted formally, bowing before the large male in token of her respect. Here was yet another lion worthy of the title of demon.
He chuckled low in her throat at her greeting, pleased, as he nodded his head to acknowledge it. All very good, this one was obviously true in her devotion, if she’d allowed Iartuupe to scar her up like he had. Either that or she was a stellar actor. Verge, after all, thought less with his heart and more with his head. “So…tell me then, who are you, and from whence have you come?” Information would be of help.
“I am Mora’era.” She stated calmly, as though the giving of the name would open up worlds of information concerning her, pausing for a long moment before continuing on. She wanted to size him up too…for though he was clearly a demon, by what merit did he rule this pride? Never would she challenge him, for it was not her place, but the little things about him were of utmost importance to her.
“Mora’era.” It was odd, how alike some of these names were, what lions had named themselves or been dubbed. Gods, perhaps this had been meant to be…if the gods themselves had ordained, and the demons existed, then clearly, it was a destiny worth living one’s life for. “Please…tell me of yourself.”
“I am one cub in three, raised by a mother, never knowing my sire.” She said softly, “I left my mother when I was barely older than a child, feeling the stirring within me. My journeys have led me here, to this place. When I heard the news, I knew that that stirring was my demon within me.” She smirked, “I have killed many, with these very paws.” The dark lioness offered her crimson-tipped toes to the blue male. “And I shall now live to serve your pride.”
He finally rose, pushing himself up on powerful hind legs, moving to circle her. “Excellent. You are an assassin then? The last of ours I am still urging to face his demonic heritage. He is a fool, something that you do not seem to be. A wise lioness, then, a silent killer?” She appealed to him, her slender frame entirely made for power and death.
Her eyes glittered in the semi-darkness of this makeshift throneroom, and she purred, “I am indeed, I kill, and my enemy does not know they are dead until they meet with the gods in their throne on high…and even then, I am sure some delude themselves that they have fallen asleep to someday wake.”
”Beautiful then, is your art, Mora’era…” He intoned, “And beautiful a creature are you, the dealer of death. Will you treat with me, sly vixen?” Though it was clear what his meaning was, and that some sort of discussion of the conventional kind was not what he had in mind.
Her heart soared, and she felt the answer in her soul before it ever left her lips. “Indeed, I will entreat with you, my king.” There was infinite satisfaction in her response, for this is what she had wanted ever since she had spoken with Hakuna. Beautiful, blissful.
“Then come with me…” He motioned to her, and headed towards the back of the cave, into its darker recesses. There no one would disturb them, for this was the king’s business, and what he did on his own time was not to be questioned by those beneath him.
And she obediently came, trailing in his wake, all sinew and shadow, admiring from here, his lovely silver mane. They were indeed of a kind, this stunning lion and herself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:00 pm
RP #8::
Verge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+
Shai- Petite Kitsune
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Stick close to the others? Bah! Shai was not exactly the type to be a good little cub, for better or for worse, and in a moment of kerfluffle, she fled the safety of her grandmother's watchful eyes for a little bit of freedom. Nevermind the fact that she was slightly lost -- she could find her way home, and maybe they'd see it was high time she and her siblings got a little more freedom!
Puffing up a bit with self-importance, she sat her little rump down atop a particularly fluffy tuft of grass and gloated, tail twitching at the tip.
Spirits not remotely so high, Verge'lian was off today, off and away from his pride and all the responsibilities thereof. He was making a foray into the rogue lands for no purpose whatsoever, saver perhaps, to brood and ponder on the events of the past few days. He was a father now, soon to be that twice, perhaps thrice over if anything came of the trysts he'd had with a pair of dark ladies, and though he was glad to be furthering his pride...he couldn't help but wonder what his brother and twin would have thought of all of this. Likely...he'd be venemously angry. It was in this sort of self-examining mood that he came upon Shai, and at first he didn't notice the cub...but when he did, it was only to glance idly her way and wonder what the deuce she was so happy about.
The little pink-and-white cub probably stood out like a sore thumb amidst the dust, but as she rolled over off the grass to thoroughly inundate her white fur with grey dust in a way that she was pretty sure would be difficult to clean later, she caught sight of the larger lion, albeit upside-down. (She was, after all, prone to doing so; things looked a lot less intimidating that way, she had noticed.) Kicking her little paws in the air, she wiggled a bit, curling her tail before flipping back over to stalk over in that direction, fearless and curious. Oooo, but that was a pretty blue. He looked interesting.
She was going to get herself into trouble yet.
Wondrous, he'd caught her interest. Heaving a great sigh, he stopped to eye her once more, blue eyes focusing on her tiny frame. "What is it you want?" He inquired, his tone not hostile, but more one of weary impatience. He had just spent the past few days teaching his own young ones the basics of hunting, and Verge wasn't really in the mood for more shenanigans of the tiny and immature kind. Egads, even away from his own family he couldn't escape it.
Shai froze, peering up at him with wide green eyes, and then reluctantly got to all four paws, straightening herself and looking as regal as her tiny furry body would allow. "I just wanted to see you, that's all," she said, her little piping voice seeming suddenly rather small in comparison. "You're blue, and none of my family is..." It was all she offered by way of explanation, and she seemed to think it was enough as she proceeded to pad a little closer, by inches and degrees, and as stealthily as she could manage.
"I'm blue..." He sighed heavily once more, goodness, yes, he was blue, wasn't that miraculously obvious. He would have rolled eyes heavenward if he didn't think the action utterly below him. "So what colors are your family, dare I ask?" Well, she'd had the gall to approach him, he might as well entreat with her for some time so that she didn't wind up following him home, she wouldn't like the result if she did that.
Once she was within range, she began to walk a little circle around him, curiously peering up at him with her little fuzzy ears twitching and her nose as well. "We're all pretty red and I'm white and pink too." She flicked her eyes up to his tail when she was in reach and she batted at the end playfully.
He quickly yoinked his tail out of the reach of her playful paws, aghast at the audacity of the little lioness. Some children just knew no fear. A shame that there was so much white in her pelt, or he might indeed have taken her home. Wrinking his nose, he leaned down to be more on her level. "I do hope you realize that's my tail you've got." He arched a brow at her, "And one might ask what you're doing way out here."
Fearless was the right word, and she peered at him precociously, her own dainty tail twitching at the end. "I know a tail when I see one," Shai said cheerfully, one ear flicking a bit. "I ran away to play. Mama watches us so close, I thought maybe if I found my way back home, she would let us run around more... we're old enough not to have to stay so close, I think."
Verge smirked faintly, "Perhaps when you get a little bigger, she'll feel better about letting you run off, don't you think?" He tapped her lightly on the head with one massive paw. "You're nearing your growth spurt, wee sprout. Your mama is just trying to make sure that big lions like myself don't run off with you." Not that he would do so...he wasn't the sort that took to that kind of thing. It wasn't his job, why should he?
"I never saw," she said, peering at that big paw with astonishment, "someone with paws that big before... you probably could run off with me." Curiously, Shai lifted her own little paw, peered at it, then looked back at Verge with surprise in her green gaze. "I guess I forgot I was so little..."
He chuckled softly, bemused by her. At least this one was willing to learn. "You'll be a big lioness soon enough, with enough strength to hunt prey as big as you are. Grow and make your mama proud." He tilted his head, the careful coldness creeping back into his gaze. "And be wary of my kind. You're still a young thing." With that, he turned to walk off again, at least she hadn't been quite so annoying as he had initially thought she would be.
Puffing a little with pride, the little lioness settled back onto her haunches and watched him a moment. "Thank you for playing with me, big blue lion," she called after him, head tilting a little. That had certainly been enlightening, after all. "Good luck with your tail!" Then, without waiting, she turned to bound off in the direction she had come, pretending she was as big as he had been, growling at passing bugs and prancing as majestically as her little body could manage.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:12 pm
RP #9::
Verge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+
Aminilipa - +Sephiros Immortal+
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It was one of those things that had to be tended to. Verge’lian often wondered what his brother would think of him now…the brother that he had lost. Heaving a great sigh, he turned his eyes from the darkening horizon to the overeager cub at his paws. “So, Aminilipa…are you ready to go?”
The question had hardly been asked before the cub was gnawing on his sire’s toes. “Yes! Yes yes yes!” Verge’lian had made it a point that he would teach his cubs how to hunt, and now Amin was thrilled that it was his turn. Usare and that rascally Nyota had already had their turn!
With a simple nod, Verge began a slow lope out to the greener areas, where there was no shortage of prey. This was indeed a good land for his pride, no matter how he’d had to fight to get it. So many had tried to infringe upon it…the cheetahs, other lions, and still the vampires were so very very close. They were…almost demons, those, but he did not know what to make of them.
Amin chortled in glee as he sped after his sire, having to take about two steps for every one of his sire’s. He wanted to be just like Verge someday, big and strong and seeming so utterly sure of himself. Finally, when they’d walked what Amin assumed was a suitable distance, he nudged at his father with his head. “Hey…when are we going to stop and hunt?” He asked, wanting to get to the fun part as soon as possible.
Verge tilted his head, blue eyes patient. “As soon as I scent prey. We have to have prey to be able to hunt, you know.” Goodness, cubs these days seemed to think they could will things out of the very dust of the savannah. Heh…nice try, but that was something that would never happen.
Amin pouted slightly, but went silent and let his father tune in to their surroundings. That made sense, but he didn’t have to like it. He wanted to be able to hunt nooooow. Certainly there must be rabbits or something around here, right? There never was any shortage of food, so that meant plenty of prey.
Finally, Verge crouched, beckoning his son to do the same. “There…” He said quietly, “Do you see it?” Pointing with a paw, he indicated the small antelope that was grazing nearby…just far enough away and downwind that they could sense it, but it hadn’t seen them.
Ducking low, he blinked blue eyes at the antelope, and nodded, “Yes…I see it. D’we bring it down?” He was hungry of a sudden too, looking quite abruptly at this creature as food instead of just another animal.
“I will. This time. You’re going to watch me. Remember what I do…and then we’ll go after something smaller for you.” With a growl, he crept closer…sneaking nearer until he burst from concealment, running at full speed towards the peacefully grazing prey. It instantly tried to run with a bleat of terror.
Amin grinned, stifling the urge to cheer for his dad. That antelope wouldn’t get away! No one got away from Verge’lian, the Aran’shale of the Aikanaro’hini. This was their pridal lands and everything on it was subject to them. Even that lowly grazer.
And indeed, with one great leap, Verge was atop the creature, bearing it down with his weight and sinking teeth into its neck and twisting. With a resounding crack, the creature went still, its neck broken. Well and truly dead it was now.
“You win!” Amin cheered with a victorious whoop, pelting over to where his father had the creature down, an anticipatory gleam in his eyes. “Can I try next? Please please?”
Verge smirked, the blood on his maw a sign of his triumph yet again. “Yes, you may…and I expect you to bring something down by the end of the day. You will learn how to scent your prey, and how to use stealth.” He gestured with a paw to the savannah before them. “And once we eat…it is your turn…”
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:42 pm
RP #10::
Verge'lian - +Sephiros Immortal+
Silin'Drathir - SkieBorne
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Nyota and Amin. That was two down, with three more to go, that is, if Hakuna insisted he take the little lady too. Verge'lian had been all but wrangled by Hakuna into spending some one on one time teaching the kids...or at least taking time with them, in order to teach the prospective heirs about survival and 'being a demon'. Wondrous. Nyota had tired him, nearly worn him down, and made him instinctively wary. Some of Nyota's attributes were a little too like himself...a young and far more foolish self. Amin...reminded him of his brother, given the gift of a bit more caution...now it was time to sum up yet another of his children, and that was why he sought out one more son...and then he really -was- going to take that nap.
Sil'in Drathir was out 'hunting', harrassing a group of meerkats, grasshoppers, or birds - whatever he found. The meerkats were the most amusing though... Would chitter at him and then dissappear down their holes. But, at this moment, he was focusing on a particularly fat grasshopper, sneaking up as quietly as he could, tail swishing from side to side and ears laid back against his head.
And that was where Verge found him, though he didn't interrupt the 'hunter', instead, he watched, blue eyes calm as he observed his son hunting less than ostentatious prey. Ah well, everyone had to start somewhere, and though Amin had brought down a hare with a minimal amount of help from his sire, grasshoppers could be wily little bugs, and were at the least, decent practice. Now, to see if the cub would be successful.
Unfortunately, he hadn't seen the snake on the other side of the rocks he was stalking, coiled up and soaking in the warmth of the sun. Getting to within pouncing range, the cub flexed his claws and leaped... coming down on the rocks fast enough to catch, or rather squish, the grasshopper. The snake, startled, reared up in the s-position, obviously intending to strike and Drathir back peddled, squeaking as he tried to keep all limbs out of striking range.
With a snarl, Verge leapt forward, claws extended to strike down with a massive paw, batting the snake to the ground with one paw and pinning its head with the second, putting weight on that single paw. There was a satisfying crunching sound, and he turned to regard his son. "Be aware of everything around you." He admonished quietly, "This snake was defending itself, he thought a big lion was after him." Verge smirked coldly, "Unfortunately for him... he too, was not entirely aware of his surroundings."
Blinking in surprise, he looked up at his father for a moment, uncomprehending. When the words soaked in, giving weight by that cold smirk he hung his head, ashamed and nodded. "I... was just practicing." He'd made a fool of himself in front of his father of all lions... Growling to himself, Drathir wiped his paw on the rock to remove the bug goo.
"And you did catch the bug." He said quietly, "Don't consider it utter failure when you have achieved some victory." Verge glanced out across the grasses. "Why don't you and I look for something a bit bigger for you to hunt, hmm?" It was so strange still...through all of this...to think of himself as father and mentor to half a pride of cubs.
Drathir stuck out his tongue and held up his paw, a slight grin on his muzzle, "I didn't catch it... I landed on it." Wrinkling his nose, he wiped his paw once more before standing properly, feeling very smal in comparison to the big lion beside him.... but pride swelled in his chest as his gaze played over the other's markings. Tossing his head Drathir looked out at the plains as well, ears flicking about, "Really?" He was surprised. Didn't his father have something more important to do...?
"But the end result would have been the same. The grasshopper was very small, and you are very large to the insect's eyes." Verge nodded at his son's question. "A hare would be more beneficial to both you and the pride, don't you think so? And besides...if I do not teach my children to hunt for themselves, what sort of father would I be?" And with that, he began walking out towards where he knew the rabbits often fed on the grasses and other tender shoots, even an unexperienced cub should be able to snag prey there, given instruction.
He nodded seriously and bound forward, having to half-run to keep up with Verge's long strides. "I haven't caught a hare before... They always run before I get close enough." It wasn't for lack of trying that he was unsucessful but rather his choice of approach. "I'd learn... I don't need to be lead around all the time." Grumbling, he put a bit of a swagger in his step as though the action might make him look more capable - he wasn't weak.
Verge chuckled softly, "Perhaps they do, but it's all a matter of how you approach them. Test the breeze first, make sure it isn't blowing your scent towards them. You want to be smelling them, not having them alerted to your presence." Blue eyes were strangely patient, an attribute that he had when dealing with his children. "And if you learn with guidance, you learn -faster- and once you've learned, then you are stronger on your own, and also as part of the pride."
"Is that how you learned?" He glanced up as he moved, curious. Maybe he /could/ be like Verge... grow to be just as stong and imposing. Thoughtful now, Drathir pursed his lips, whiskers twitching, "Test the breeze hm?" Lifting his nose to the wind, he sniffed experimentally.
He nodded slowly, "My father taught me first..." But then, he had had the distinct advantage of having a god for a sire. "Yes...now tell me what you smell..." He wanted to know how many scents his son recognized, even at this young age.
Drathir sniffed again, pausing in his steps to consider what he had smelled... "I smell... you. Me... the grass and ground... some of the others... Why?" He looked up at Verge, curious.
"I wanted to know what you could recognize." He said seriously. And though he was slightly disappointed the other could not scent prey, he wasn't going to worry about it just now. "Now come...let us hunt..." And with that, he loped off, fully expecting his son to follow him.
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