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 Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 10:58 pm
 The young, burly cub was getting larger by the day. His lava marked pelt, dark soul, and wicked mind were the trademarks of his family and his relation to his father, who sadly was once God of Love. There was no trace of love left, as far as Nefarion knew, in any of his blood relatives.
Himself included.
And even now, he was thankful for his chance to serve his father, something he would do as fully as he possibly could. He had to prove he was braver, stronger, and generally all around better than his kiss-tail of a sister. He could do it. And in an effort to prove so, he generally terrorized the areas that they came to rest in. Of course, he was still very small and had to pick his battles carefully, which he was. Even with his seer abilities, however, he never really could predict much of what was going to happen in situations where he needed to know the information.
"Tch, gonna be better, really am!"
"You are always saying that, small one. High time you do something to prove it, with all your big talk."
"I am going to, you'll see, be the best, just like da needs."
"Well then... Do it~"
He yammered on to himself, his tone and inflection changing as he bickered with none other than his same person, as if another were speaking through him. He spoke in hushed words, paying little attention to anything other than himself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:11 pm
 His father Roth who he idolized and worshiped had told him clearly that by killing the quary he was torturing quickly he was somehow failing as his son. Apparently he wanted him to learn the art of keeping something alive threw the pain. Arosmih wanted to impress his father, he'd do anything for Roth. Roth was like a god to him! One day he too would stand at his fathers side, he went on delusionally in his mind.
But he was nearing the edge of his fathers territory. Something he's become akin to since most of the slaves had been spoken for and the pride wasn't willy nilly handing things out to cubs. He had to get one for himself. Nearing a familiar bush he dug softly with a paw and grabbed several of his impaling stakes. Something interesting was up ahead he could smell it. And leaping before he looked he jammed the sharpened wood down onto it as hard as he could.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:21 pm
"Pay attention, behind you."
The voice that was of another, yet of him, attempted to warn him. Perhaps it was a more in tune part of himself, perhaps not. Even he didn't know. Regardless, the stubby-legged cub was not swift enough to heed his own warning. He jumped to the side and turned his head, catching sight of the creature that lunged toward him with something in his maw. It was the strangest sight.
Or at least for the time being, as the son of an evil god had been exposed to some things a regular lion would not consider the norm. But he had never seen a lion using something like that before. He was so enthralled by the idea that he forgot himself for a moment and thus, made himself an easy enough target as he tried to move out of the way. The sharpened stick caught his right, forepaw and he gave a screech of surprised pain.
Fury replaced it quickly enough as he whirled around to face the younger cub.
"You should kill him."
"Yes, yes I oughta. I oughta kill you." He bristled and unsheathed small, sharp claws.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:30 pm
The cubs smile widened as he could felt his stake contact with flesh. He then took it between his toes and licked the end of it. "Mmmmm. I like your blood. You have to share more with me." He took the stake and placed it back in his mouth squaring his body looking at the other unsheathed claws. 'Oh this was going to be fun...' He could feel it in his bones. Dad would be proud for bringing this slave back alive. He rushed in again absentmindly with his weapon.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:38 pm
This time, the younger cub did not have the advantage of surprise. The rogue youngster narrowed his bright orange orbs in irritation and annoyance at the pain in his forepaw. He was the son of a god and, from it, felt unjust entitlement to nearly everything. How dare this stranger treat him like so! It was he who did the pestering and harassing, never the other way around, at least not so far.
"A mongrel like yourself ain't worthy t'lick the blood of the son of a God." He snorted indignantly and lunged to the side yet again, this time wary of the stick. It was strange, a lion using something like that. Were the situation reversed, he'd be more interested in understanding it, rather than terrorizing.
As three of his four paws, the wounded one lifted slightly towards his chest, connected with the dusty earth, to the stranger's right side, he pushed off with all his might, aiming to take the stranger by the side, if he could manage it. Just like wrestling with the damned b***h of a sister he wanted to kill, only couldn't. It was different and yet the same. He wasn't going to let his young reputation be tarnished by this upstart.
His right paw wasn't exactly top hole, but his left would work well enough, and hopefully some weight behind it would make it work. Damned, he hate being startled. So undignified.
"Yessss! Yes, kill him, maim him, make him pay~"
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 12:11 am
His side was torn open from the impact of the other cub and he shuffled towards the ground to try and regain some of the balance he had lost. The pain stung him but he was used to such things growing up with bloodthirsty siblings always trying to kill him. He spit out the stick. "You ain't no son of a god. I AM a son of a god. My father is more powerful then your 'god' could EVER be. You worthless twit."
He snarled and spun about angry about loosing his stick. "I'll beat your a** THEN impale you. I will enjoy watching you wriggle for your last breathes." He raised his claws aimed at the others face. Roth would be so proud.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 8:46 pm
"Liar~"
"You're a liar!"
The black and orange cub hissed and backed up, wincing as the little claws pierced the flesh of his cheek. He didn't wait to have his a** handed to him and, instead, threw himself into the little battle, doing his best to avoid the sticks as he aimed his maw for the other cub's shoulder.
He wasn't about to admit to his father that he let some random cub from nowhere beat him, nor was he going to let himself become dead.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 9:45 pm
This time the male took a deep hit since he hadn't ducked away from the cub. He wasn't really a defender as much as he was an attacker. He gritted his teeth threw the pain and spun as quickly as his body could putting the useless shoulder out of commision and darting away from the others teeth. But the lack of movement in the shoulder applyed to his arm and paw as well. It seamed now the pair were even.
"I'll prove my father is a god!"
The blood leaked from his nostrils and poured out of the nicks in his arm. Being close to the stick he grabbed it in his mouth and arched his neck back and threw it forward.
"I WILL impale you one way or another."
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 11:25 pm
Nefarion wasn't so fortunate to avoid the sharpened stick, this time the sharpened tip caught him in the shoulder of his wounded side, digging deeply into flesh, and causing the older cub to screech and stumble to one side, pulling away. His limp was noticeably worse as he tried to position himself to attack the other, yet again.
"Freak, oddling, an abomination to claim a title of yours, Nefarion~"
"You will pay, miserable cub!"
He sprang off his back paws and took a swipe at the cub's face, in an attempt to get the stick from him. He could feel himself growing tired, something that could be attributed to the collection of wounds on his dark body.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 11:46 pm
He gripped onto the stick tightly this time. He wouldn't loose it in the dirt before. How could he impress his father as an impaler if he couldn't even put one stick in him. He was growing fustratingly tired of the situation and just wanted his quary to fall down and die infront of him.
Again he was a terrible defender so he took a good brunt of the attack across his face before reacting and swinging the stick at the paw that had struck him with the pointed end. Feeling slightly lightheaded himself one of them was bound to colapse from the lack of blood.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 11:49 pm
Bound to collapse was right.
The sharpened stick caught the tip of his paw, but at that point, he was too tired to continue the fight. Blood seeped in his dark pelt, mingling with orange markings in a rather grizzly and morbidly beautiful way. He fell on one side, giving a defeated sigh as darkness overtook him.
His little, dark body was sprawled out, motionless. He was unfamiliar with losing blood in such a manner. Usually those he fought with didn't exactly fight back hard. His father would be so ashamed. Those were his last thoughts, before he passed out.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 11:57 pm
It took him a few minutes to notice that the thing he was fighting wasn't fighting back as he continued to impale it. But once it had sunk in he dropped the stick with weakness and wobbled over to the body. He couldn't help but take his tounge and lap up some of the blood like a vampire. It just had such a strange taste to it, that and he was taking the others strength by taking his blood. But he needed to get this slave back to his father. Roth would be so proud of him. So he bent his weak body over the black body underneath him and grabbed him with his teeth. He gave a yank but he was too weak from the loss of blood so he'd have to leave him there and come back with dad later, so he weakly went back and grabbed his stake and drove it threw the cubs tail. Aro then moved towards his pride but before he could get to Roth right after entering the boundaries but he too passed out from the lack of blood.
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