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Unus made no attempt to nurse his wound he looked to his shoulder seeing the large gash that was now quite infected but he didn't care he was pressing on look searching for something.

He didn't notice the other lion that was near him as he looked to his paws tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. He thought of his mate his children his sister her children and finally her mate the one that had given him the wound. He slowed his pace as he leaned against a tree panting heavily.

He then opened his eyes and pressed forward. He searched the area before looking to see some very old tracks that leafs had been hiding. He moved over to the sniffing him but he couldn't get any leads.

He then looked to the sky seeing what little starlight night he could there was no moon which made the world seem even darker and ominous. He looked back to around him as he moved slowly pressing onward. He was beginning to think the gods where toying with him making his life a living hell.

Mysmyr's wandering brought him along the trail of the wounded lion, and he paused when the other lifted his head to stare at the sky. For a moment, he considered finding better prey... this one was likely to be little challenge, but shook his head as further thought brought him to decide a warm up was better then nothing at all. And who knew if he might find suitable entertainment this night if he did not capitalize on the opportunity now.

Stalking forward, paw before paw, head low to the ground and approaching from down wind, the cruel grin that split his mouth that of a predator who preyed upon predators. A truly apex predator - or, at least, that's what he considered himself. Culling the weak, toying with them and ending them when they were of no more use, of recruiting and entertainment and the inevitable disposal.

This one... this injured lion should enjoy the favour. He was already half dead as far as Mysmyr was concerned, he should welcome death's approach like a good little pridelander. The spirits would take him into their embrace or something like that.

Drawing near, he did not roar or growl when he leaped, only the flash of white and pink as he surged forward to catch Unus from behind.

Just as Mysmyr had laid eyes on the wounded Unus, so did Domevlo. However, unlike Mysmyr, Domevlo approached with intentions to help his wounded peer. He was almost there - a faint wall of reeds away - when he witness a scene that made the large male's heart almost stop in his chest.

He'd found the murderer.

There was a cold chill that ran through his veins. The side of Domevlo's face that still had muscle movement wore a supprised expression. It was so quick, Domevlo couldn't have stopped it. But he could make the numerable murders right. He'd thought it through on his search since the pride members had begun to accuse him. Domevlo's mission was to search and incompacitate. to bring the murderer to them for justice. Tp wash the tarnish off his reputation.
Now was the time to act.

Domevlo, with size rivaling any Firekin, lept the full distance between the two and a large paw, claws extended, landed accross the murderer's face.

Perhaps Domevlo's reflexes were not up to par. Maybe he just had an inoppurtune moment of mental slowness. Whatever it was, when Mysmyr lept at him, it took a moment for him to react. He could have darted out of the murderous lion's path. He could have countered. Whate he endded up doing however, was bracing for the impact. Domevlo had been through so much already. His garrish face and scars evidence to his life trials. he didn't fear more. He wasn't afraid to bleed.
With the other lion on him, Domevlo wobbled on his feet, edging his way backwards before ramming his clinging foe into a tree. If teeth and claws were sunken into him, the force of the hit made the pain caused by them worse. He winced, but hoped that the blow had winded Mysmyr. If so, perhaps he could free himself from the murder's grip.

"Why have you been doing this?" Domevlo asked. His voice was ever it's raw, whispery self. Vocal chords that were damaged long ago has seen to it that the large, gruesome, lion have a voice that betrayed his external appearance, allowing for a window in to the lion's true nature.

"But you have children....what good will you be to them once you are brought to justice!?" Domevlo was angry. There was no doubt that once he brought this murderer before Nari that he would either be killed or banished. Mysmyr's children would grow up without a father. Just like the families he had torn apart. It wasn't right.

Teeth and claws bared, Domevlo came at Mysmyr, delivering another blow to the lion's head.
"Time and disease prey upon both predators and their prey. The gods. The Spirits. You are neither. You cannot play god with our kind!" Another blow came, this time with the other paw.

"If that is what you think," Domevlo began, as he picked himself up off the ground, trying to regain breath, "Than you know not the damage that not having a father can cause to a young one."

Domevlo then attacked. It was a brutal attack. Crippling. First came a dazing blow to the head, then sharp teeth into Mysmyr's shoulder, burying deep into the muscle. If Domevlo was lucky, Mysmyr would be dazed, and pass out from loss of blood, so that he might drag him to their king himself. If not, than he'd continue on until Mysmyr did.

The fight had left Domevlo short of breath. He looked at his fallen foe contemptuously. A mix of both their blood was on his fur, and new cuts further marred his pelt. No matter. What did matter was that he get this traitor to Nari.

With a snarl Domevlo stopped forward and began to pull Mysmyr by the scruff of the neck, not caring if his teeth sank into the murderous flesh of the pale lion.

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The True face of a Murderer <-- will fill in once thread is up