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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:48 pm
The forest was dense and difficult to navigate on a good day, but Kerusey had been born within the trees. He had lived there his entire life, he had fought for it, he had defended it, and he had never thought to leave - which was why he was unaware that he was drawing near the edges of their lands.
He had simply felt the need to get away from the main area - his brother's spawn was everywhere. The leaders had been 'blessed' with a large litter which was growing older fast.
How was it a blessing when his brother's teaching was to be passed down to a whole other generation to ruin their home?
He scoffed, leaping clear of a fallen branch, landing on the other side with ease. The underbrush parted before him as he pushed, his fur preventing any scrapes to his skin.
Kerusey had played his part well. He did not seek out his nieces and nephews, but most knew his displeasure. He saw no need to hide it from most, but was careful not to let his brother seen the extent of his disgust.
His brother was killing them as a pride, and what did they have to show for it? Unpure blood readying to take the throne - to lead them as if he was worthy. Disgusting. Just...disgusting, he thought, knocking the plants out of his way with a touch more force than necessary.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 6:31 am
 This land he had wandered to... it was a little too different for Azria, too far removed from everything he had ever known growing up. The dense, impenetrable forests that covered everything for as far as the eye could see (though admittedly, that wasn't very far at all; there were too many obstructions growing within close quarters of each other); the simple strangeness of it all... it confused and disoriented the young lion, leaving him feeling more than slightly put out.
It was too difficult to mark a clear path through the tangle of trees that confronted him, and fairly impossible to remember which way was what. Azria could have sworn that he had passed that large, slightly bent twice already, and yet... somehow, it seemed different. He was beginning to blame the apparent similarities on the fact that he had spent too much time lost in these thick woods, on the fact that he had never had extensive experience with trees and could therefore not be expected to be able to tell them apart. But his less egotistic conscience knew that there was no way to put it other than that he was completely and utterly lost.
If Azria had been more prone to worrying, he would have been worried. He had wandered into the forest half a day earlier, and had since lost all sense of direction. He couldn't quite tell if he was headed deeper into the mass of trees, or if he was headed toward open space, and he certainly couldn't tell where he was. As it was, he was a young lion off on the adventure of a lifetime, and he had yet to learn what it meant to feel unsettled about his own well-being. Perhaps in time, he would acquire the skill, but for the moment, he was content to remain blissfully unaware of the potential dangers of his situation.
Then the tall lion paused, his dark ears flicking forward to pick up some not-so-distant sound - the soft rustle of plants being parted. He glanced about him. The noise had sounded unexpectedly close, as if its maker was not too far off. Interesting. The last thing Azria would have thought this place to have was inhabitants. "Who's out there?" He prompted, drawing in breaths with his nose to pick up a scent.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 5:33 am
Kerusey had not been expecting a voice - and certainly not a strange voice. He didn't recognise it, and that worried him. He froze, and glanced at his surroundings, recognising the trees as those of the edge of their lands. He had been so furious at the state of the pride that he had nearly led himself straight of his home! Pitiful! He snarled, but made no noise.
Instead, he focused on the sound of the other's voice. He was asking who Kerusey was? Oh no, that was not how things went. This voice was strange, and Kerusey was sure that he had not heard it before in the pride which must have meant it was a stranger.
"I believe the correct question would be, who are you and why have you invaded the lands of the Tyranical King Eytucan?" Kerusey said, his voice snide at the name he dubbed his brother. Perhaps he might scare off the male if he thought the lands were ruled by a monster.
He shifted himself towards the noise, moving through the shrub in a more quiet pace.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 1:01 pm
Azria's eyes rolled as he glanced about him, peering through the trees in an attempt to locate the speaker. So, there really was somebody out there. His first instinct was to feel reassured. Somebody else meant that perhaps his state of lostness would end soon and he would be led from this dense jungle maze and back into the sunlight. It wasn't until several moments later that it occurred to the young lion that being wary would also be a find idea.
The stranger's words, in any case, put him half on guard. "Tyrannical?" He echoed with a smirk. "In that case I do apologize." His words were... almost sarcastic. Having grown up in a simple, albeit sizable, family and without a father to rule the home, tyranny was not something Azria put up with fondly. Even the word seemed to taste bitter as it rolled off his tongue.
"Surely, even a tyrant king would understand the plight of a lost lion," he added, still seeking the lion with whom he was conversing. It was mildly unsettling that Azria had yet to find him. The dismembered voice was starting to seem more eerie than reassuring.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:33 am
Catching sight of the male, Kerusey stayed in the shadow, though his eyes would be visible in the darkness if the male looked his way. He was a rogue, that much was obvious. Kerusey knew no one of his colouring in the pride. Just look at that yellow. Pathetic rogues.
“Would you truly wish the understanding of a tyrant?” Kerusey sneered, stepping from the shadows. His posture was tense, unwelcoming. Rogues were not welcome in these lands, at least not by Kerusey.
“Tyrants know only tyranny – though he might disguise it cleverly in the form of 'understanding'.” Kerusey gazed at the male, tone firm. “Turn back the way you came. You'll find nothing good here.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:02 am
He was beginning to get more irritated than nervous by his state of helplessness, gaze roving through the dark undergrowth as he sought the speaker. If there was anything Azria was unused to, it was that very state of being, and the mere fact that he was in it was enough to trigger the hot Firekin blood that ran through his veins.
"Even tyrants have their moments," he replied, turning to face the emerging lion. From what he could see, the other was more willowy in structure than any other lion Azria had ever met, tall and thin as opposed to Azria's comparatively thick and muscular stature. The dark lion regarded the other almost curiously. Somehow, blue-eyed stranger seemed to... fit in here among the trees.
"I would gladly turn back if I knew which way to turn," he said, deciding it was pointless to hide the fact that he was lost. Since the strange lion had yet to attack him, Azria supposed that some company was better than no company at all in these dense, unmarked forests. "But if there was really nothing good, would you yourself not have turned away long ago?"
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