Imara huffed to herself, sitting and watching, watching and sitting and waiting and musing to herself. Bah, this was pointless, her training, she had done it many times over and over to get stronger but now what? Her father was almost always away from her, her mother, Imara did not know. She sighed and let her claws unsheath themselves from their prison and looked and wondered what could she do, do to make her father proud, make Mrost proud of her. An army, she thought, an army of lives dedicated to the soul purpose of serving her own desires, strength, and be at the helm of Mrost if needed.
Yes, an army.
Yawning, Imara stood on the piece of slate she had come to know as her home. Know and believe that this stone was her right, though she may not hold a place at the sate of pride rock, she was queen of her own domain. Strength, intelligence, she had it all. And she was proud of it.
He'd be damned if he saw another child with his mother. His mother, how dare he or any male for that reason believe that they could take his mother from him. He afterall was her first born, first orn and first beloved, in his mind at least. he would not delay in finding some truth in action for what had happened, for what little blooded devils had been bestowed on his mother. Bah! Ghilt snarled to himself, and denied having smaller siblings though his heart knew it was true.
"Whoever dare touches her again, he said with a sneer, dual colored eyes peering and wondering, wondering and peering for something to get his angered mind off from the subject, and then his eyes fell onto her, a cream pelt, almost of royalty and he broke out into a run and did not stop.
Imara saw the brooding malejump into a run, almost as son as they met eyes and she stood, back arhced, claws unsheathed and she let a roar tear through the wind and air before them both. Her muscles were toned, body sleek and slender, she gave a satanic grin and watched him as he barroled towards her own form.
Though he did not stop, this irritated and excited her all at once, She let out another growl and narrowed her eyes at the form. Lack of color, of royalty, she sneered again, and braced herself.
Ghilt came to a halt several feet before her, squinted his eyes at her form and wondered and grinned at her form. Tiny, but what amused him was that she did not run away, 'Your mind betray you, female?" he said with a loathing tone thick upon his tongue. "You should be running now," he said matter of factly as he began to pace around the slate she was perched on.
Though to his surprise, she did not move, faulter, nothing. She stood strong, against his brute force and obvious size difference, she seemed indifferent to the matter. "Are you sleeping while your eyes are awake? Speak your name female."
"It is you who ought to hold his tongue," she said with a snap of her jaws, Eyes watching as he moved, "You believe yourself a strong and intelligent creature while you have no idea in who's presence you tred," she said with a snarl. Her tail lashing like a serpent awakened from a hundred year slumber.
"I am Imara, daughter of Inari, follower of the god of War, and descendant of Pride Rock's royalty, show respect to who's blood has more value between us, sir," she mocked and grinned. "What is your name, traveler, it seems you have strength, but pay no mind to the intelligence surely lacking behind your eyes."
"For one that speaks so solemly you are surely not of royalty, though as your pelt may say otherwise, I do not see Mufasa in you," he sneered. "The god of war? Seems there is a reason behind the intelligence that coats your presence, does her watch you dear Imara? As an omnipresent figure of your imagination, or does such a being exist?"
He shook his head, "No matter with the thought. I know who's presence I am in now, and I must say, I am impressed for a female to not run from my approaching form show courage, or a confidence in oneself that befalls them in fault, I am Guilt, son of Radi, her only son, in my mind."
"I see, Ghilt," she said with a laugh. he had stopped moving before her and she watched him and wondered. "Your strength proceeds you, though I believe we can both agree, the intelligence if weighed upon one another, mine would overpower yours I think,' she grinned. Flicking her tail she watched him scanned him, yes, toned, built, a male no doubt, and a scheme plagued her mind then.
"Tell me Ghilt, it seems as if you have a distaste for any other siblings you might have, perhaps a reason being, I see you on the larger scale of males, so you must've have been the only cub of your litter, giving you brute strength and size so that you may procure what you wish, though your attitude reveals that you would have no family or female of your own, distate for children? Or see no need in having them, see them as a pest?"
"Your curiousness takes the best of you, fair damsel," he said with a smirk, this game was fun, it had been a while since he would have been able to enjoy the presence of another without the want of toying with them but this Imara liked to toy back, which was wonderful. "I indeed was the only born to my mother, her first cub, first life. She has given me what I need to survive. Children as such nusencses when not watched and molded into what they could be, what they could become.
I see if as no female grabs me by her strength or intelligence, so many females here, at least from my standing, are too fair and fragile to toy with, though you are on the other side of that line. You are much more intriguin than the rest. Though your questions, I do believe they have a reason, and one I could guess quite easily.
"Then let me make my reasons why, clear, as you should not have o rack that small brain of yours ot try and make sense of the words that slip of my tongue, as coy as you act. My reasons are for the greater than most would believe, the god of war is a powerful being, but without subjects, he does not have the strength at his side to take advantage of his strength and wonderful power.
As you said, children are nothing unless shaped and formed, and I, I believe, could make that happen, an army of sorts, bound by blood and desire to make themselves so strong and fair that they would become nthing else. Not fragile, not shy, but confident and powerful."
"So you wish to only use the strength of another male, rather than this god who you bessech to day in and day out? My my, what a shallow thing to do to not go to your lord and master and ask him to bestow on you the tiny lives in which you want to shape into an army for his liking.
What, does he not like the stench or appearance of your coat? Tut, tut, I guess he does not believe the royalty you proclaim to be running through your veins. However, your notion intrigues me, and perhaps I would accept your request, upon a request of mine to be delivered before yours has come to you."
"My lord and master hadnot been back, however, this is a constant reminder of his presence and life," she said making a motion to the blue feather at her ear. "He would not beseech me now as he is not here. however, when he would arrive next I would have tiny subject to submit to him, perhaps as pennance for going to another male for the power in his blood to put forth onto the tiny lives.
I do believe he would forgive me, and find me an an ally and a tool for him to hold close to himself, though time would tell. In the mean time, days pass on while I might train, there is nothing else that comes from it but my own strength. If you would confide my request to you to me, I can do one thing as you wish." she said with a nod, and a smile.
Ghilt sneered, looked at the feather and for a moment believed in things such as gods. "If you want what only I can give, then do not sheath your claws, and battle me for what you want, no matter the outcome, I will give you what you want, but it has been a long time since I have met a challenge worth my time, until this day.
So would you accept my request, or shall I go look for someone else to satisfy my taste?"
Imara let herself down from the slate, and came before him and smiled,and she gave a bow, "I shall accept your request, but you would do the honor as to not doubt me or my strengths.
"I will not, for soon, I will know and be able to test what lies beneath yours eyes," he gave a bow to her, and sneered, "And so it begins. ,
