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 Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:11 am
Shaitani is coming!, her mind shouted, her ears strained forward as if to catch the reply. All around her was silence, as though the creatures of the jungle sensed her odd mood and the sense of looming danger. Well enough that nothing strayed into her sight... there was no way to tell if she'd ignore it, or turn her frustration and fear onto the poor thing. Even though she was bent on moving forward, she was terrified of it. Outside was danger... it was the sun, death, pain and loss, things she'd let her insanity devour when she absorbed herself into the Mwana'a-lela. To go out now... only that same insanity could drive her to it.
A strange, low keening rolled from her throat as she swayed to a stop, suddenly overcome with indecision, two parts of her fighting to go two separate ways.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 8:21 am
 Lessons, lessons. Ever since Barakillian had emerged from his Naming Ritual he had been a changed lion - still prideful and unbending, but changed in less visible ways. A dedicated member of the gods, he favoured Sparda over Morifaerion and yet the lessons of the two very different gods bound the pride together into an ever growing whole. They were gaining power, each doing his or her part to strengthen it. He felt it was his turn to try his paw at it.
Settled as he was, the purple lion was not quite satisfied with his lot in the pride... was experimenting to see where his faith reached and where he would be the strongest possible link in their chain of command. That meant he would find a female and impregnate her, then bring the cubs back as the Incubi did in their travels outside the pride.
And that found him out, along the edges of the pride land, patrolling, for he would not go far from the rest of the group when he caught scent of a female. Smiling to himself, Barakillian approached that direction, taking care to move with silence and grace so as to give a positive impression. When he drew near, he stopped and waited like a living shadow, his pink eyes bright against the backdrop of darkness. Come. Investigate... he seemed to be calling without a single verbal word.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 1:31 am
White ears perked as though they actually heard the silent call, red eyes wide and staring into the darkness. Perhaps she heard some movement or the near silent breathing. Tentatively, her voice came from her, timid and fearful.
"Hello? Is... is there someone there?" She called out, seeming more aware today than usual. Her paws shifted nervously on the leaf litter, shuffling it as she swayed from side to side. It was part of what she was that she took the submissive role in this situation, doing what would best guarantee her safety. Above all, her madness worked to preserve her life, if nothing else.
A low hum rose from her throat, part of her eerily strange song, though it was really only loud enough for her to hear it.
"Please come out! Shaitani will not hurt you..." Like that was really a concern... but it couldn't hurt, right?
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 1:17 pm
He tilted his head and smiled to himself, the low rumble of a chuckle echoing into the darkness, "I will not hurt you, either." Coming forward, he nodded his head in greeting. He took stock of her and noted her swaying stance, wondering if she suffered from some sort of sickness.... that would not do in future cubs, oh no. The pride needed to be made stronger, not weaker... the red of her coat was a brilliant crimson, a wonderful colour for the demons, even if the white was a mark of weakness.
Hm. "Are you hurt?" He asked mildly, indicating her swaying step. "You draw near lands you should not wander into, m'Lady."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:58 pm
Shai froze when a shadow detached itself from the night about it and stepped forward, its color swelling into a vivid purple that seemed only enhanced by the darkness that leeched color from anything else. The lioness froze like a frightened rabbit when she saw it, eyes wide, glittering rubies as she stared. He was... danger, lust, attraction and repulsion... Drakkul. He was everything she associated with perfection. It left her speechless for a long time as her broken mind tried to realign itself, to make sense of him and place him in the hierarchy she placed everything in her world. Obvious, he rated high.
An ingratiating smile spread over her place as she layed her ears back and bowed low, all but groveling in the dirt.
"Shaitani is not hurt, Lord. Shaitani is well, if herself." Her voice turned sly, its inflection flirtatious, if submissive. "Shaitani does not know whence she wanders, she only follows the movements of the darkness and the beat of her frenzied heart. Here is there and its all the same to her." She chuckled, offering him a smile that begged his forgiveness.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:30 pm
He waited patiently as he seemed to stop, stunned and smirked slightly. Ah, that was a pleasant response. Few among the demons answered him suchly now... they knew his rank and his colours, respected him but only insofar as the pride required. He took no issue with it, knew that was how the pride worked - the strong survived while the weak perished. It was right.
Dipping his head into a bow of his own, though not so deep, he stepped nearer her and smiled, "That's good. The weak are not tolerated here." There seemed a kind of finality to his voice as he spoke, as though she had just passed some sort of test, "All the same then? Have you no home? No pride to call your own?" Well now... that might be useful, after all. Someone without ties meant for an easier time taking them back. "Is that your name then, Shaitani? You may call me Barakillian."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:16 pm
"Shaitani is... Shaitani." She said, an expression of confusion passing over her face before it disappeared and the flirty smile was back. She arched her body as she rested her chest in the dirt, her forelegs stretched out in front to dig her sharp claws into the dirt. With her hips lifted, her red-tipped tail flicked from side to side like a cub at play.
"Shaitani is one of the Children of the Night, one of the Coven, the Mwana-a'lela. Does the lord know of such a place? We are night lovers, blood seekers, hidden in the shadows and the deep places of the jungle where light is forbidden..." She mulled over his name as she babbled, discarding it immediately. Names had little importance for her. They were just so much more flotsam floating in her insanity, easily disregarded for more important things. Others were Drakkul or not Drakkul... though lately she'd started to learn a third classification, that of Valile. Valile commanded as Drakkul did, but Valile was female, something that never before held much interest for her. Now, Valile held almost as much importance, in a slightly different way. She was the keeper, the commander, the one that stopped Shai from harming herself more than she could help, that took the little, warm, squirmy things that had appeared after much pain and blood... Her mind shied away from that like water off a leaf and she focused again on Barakillian.
"Lord wanders far in the night, is that not true? What could bring him so far from his home beyond the whisper of the darkness?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 10:52 am
Barakillian drew nearer once more, coming so far as to stand right before her looking down. That gaze did not stay on her eyes for very long, however, as it slid across her body, his own expression bemused and approving. In the few minutes he'd been watching her now, she seemed to be looking for someone - it was hard to miss that flirty look and tone.
"A Child of the Night?" He paused, tilted his head and rumbled thoughtfully, smiling, "I've heard of neighbours who call their ranks the Mwana-a'lela. I suppose you could call us allies then, Shaitani. I am Arma'ath, home among the demons of the Aikanaro'hini."
He circled her then, head lifted in a thoughtful, proud expression, "The darkness itself beckoned. I am looking to bestow a gift, of might and cunning."
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 10:32 pm
She watched him as he drew closer, her ears falling back as she lowered her rear to rest on the ground. Her tail still twitched with its own mind as she looked up, feeling the aura of danger he gave off. It was bewitching... doing things to her jumble of a mind that she hadn't felt in far too long. She lowered her head a little, stretching out her neck in unconscious offering. She hardly knew she offered him her blood, but perhaps only a member of the pride would truly know the significance of such a pose. No one outside really practiced it.
"Arma'ath..." She murmured, wondering what sort of a name it was, to send a chill down her spine. Her eyes never left him as he circled her, but when he mentioned a gift, she perked up, her ears flicking to train on him. "A gift, my lord? Shaitani is a lowly being, hardly within your notice... to bestow a gift on her surely shows your benevolence." She said, sugary sweet and fawning.
Paws flexing, she dug her claws into the dirt, tearing tracts into it as she squirmed restlessly. It was about now that she usually lost interest in anything that had captured her meager attention, but he pulled at her like iron to a lodestone.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:00 pm
All he saw when she stretched her neck was another submissive gesture, the significance was lost on him. Nonetheless, that she seemed so enthralled made him smile warmly once he finished circling her and gently touched his nose to hers in a surprisingly soft movement compared to his posturing. “Feh. You are lion, you are much within notice,” he rumbled, “The gift, you see, is imparting strength and cunning and honour and all the things I stand for; passing them on to a generation so the world will see the might of the Aikanaro’hini.”
He backed up and set a paw on her flexed one, covering it in dark fur as he caught and held her gaze. “…Will you help me?” It was an honest question, spoken like a gentleman – both inviting and mysterious in tone.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 11:17 am
The pale red and white lioness froze, wide eyed, as he touched her nose. She was seized with immobility, unable to do anything but watch him as he covered her paw.
Muscles slowly relaxing, she sank down to lay on her belly, the intelligence she'd shown briefly fading into the chaos of madness that inhabited her mind instead of a thinking being. Still, she wasn't entirely lost, too magnetically drawn to this vibrant lion to really move on. In the darkness of the night, with none of her often absentee caretakers around to keep her out of trouble, she couldn't resist fluttering along towards the bright power of Bara like a moth chaises a flame.
When he spoke to her, she responded automatically and without thought. After all, there is only one answer a doll can give its master and puppeteer; the answer they wanted.
"Yes, Drakkul. Shaitani is yours."
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