It was a different feeling, the large lion god had to admit, wandering through these mortal lands. He had seen the jungles, walked on the savanna, and gone through a lot of different terrain on the request of his children, especially that navigation. Takadamu. Takadamu was always piping up about going somewhere new so he could track back to where they first started, or to map out some trail he thought would lead to some discovery.Ah, the little ones would learn and calm down in due time. But perhaps it was not soon enough for the weary and heartbroken god of obscurity.
Red, glaring eyes spread into the darkness, having traveled far steps on his journey to bring new recruits into his welcome. Each step of his mighty paw would bring him closer to his goals. The large wild dog knew this, and so kept an air of confidence and superiority wherever he went.He knew he could achieve, as capable as he was. Now all that was needed were numbers to spread his power.
Ah, yes... plans, plans. They would all set in motion soon. He already had met many a wild dog, some almost an attempt to match his size and intelligence, and appealed to them. Of course, the smart knew to follow other like-minded wild dogs. Who could resist such a powerful order?
The perfect place, the perfect place... There was no such thing as paradise when one wanted to be the best they could be. Ideals of paradise just made one submissive, docile, and wasting away their life when claws could be sharpened, hunting could be honed.
Dry ground. That was one of the signs of an ideal place to make a home. With time, it could flourish... They would have to work for the grass. That was the law of the fittest. One grew to be the fittest, though being born already the best helped a lot with his own skills and talent.
He noticed an odd shift to his side; he immediately turned his head to stare at the air, and it seemed to unveil another large black form, just like himself. However, this thing... This thing towered over him. What a large and ghastly lion this was!
He launched himself into a defensive form, snarling at the other presence while he held a small smile in his mouth.
"Ahh, a formidable lion. I am intrigued, beast," came his daring words into the darkness.
As he was walking, he noticed an incredibly large wild dog saunter on by - he hoped he wouldn't be noticed, but apparently the canine's senses proved to be far more adept at picking something up than he realized. Oh, well.
He still towered over the other stranger. He was a large god in himself, and he simply looked down at the wild dog that seemed to be preparing for an attack. How strange - did the wild dog think he could take on a lion, much less a god? Especially one equipped with his powers - he could easily just fade away into the shadows.
"Don't lay a claw on me, dog," he said.
Well, he got the big lion's attention. And he was ugly! What was that avian face doing on his head? And those foolish things at the lion's sides? What were lions coming to these days...
"Dog!" he screamed, alarmed at what he was called.
"I am Nkosi, the great wild dog. I am no mere mutt or this 'dog' you speak of, lion. You better know your place in the savanna, as I know mine."
A low growl played at his throat, but his stance relaxed more, knowing the large black lion was not going to attack him. It would have been fun sport, really, but he had better things to do, and he might had actually had to exert some effort to take this bugger down to the ground.
"You would do well to not sneak up on those like myself at night."
Ah, apparently he was being issued threats. From a dog.
It was strange. Surely this wild dog creature knew of the gods that surrounded the areas, and why wouldn't this Nkosi be afraid of a god?
"Do you know who you speak to? I am Mushkeli, god of obscurity."
He didn't move from his spot to reinforce his presence and statement. He was a large one - no one could get past that, and he could probably have taken down a muscular lion with one sweep of his black paw.
Nkosi spat out at Mushkeli, laughing at the title.
"God of obscurity? You better go and obscure yourself from view, then, if you are that. God or not, it does not matter to me. You are a lion, and unworthy of my rivalry. Learn that," Nkosi gave out boldly.
...So the wild dog did not respect lions, and did not see gods in the same way many other mortals did. How interesting. If only the wild dog knew what gods were capable of... then the wild dog might have changed his mind. But Mushkeli was not a rage or wrath-filled sort, so he did not wish to provoke anything further of their interaction.
"I suppose I should," was all his reply was.
Maybe he should go back into obscurity. There was, after all, nothing left for him in this world. His children, however, needed more time before he left... and his mother, Bast. Of course, he would stay for them as far as they needed. But else... he would simply exist, a recluse to his own spot of the world.
So, the lion knew well to turn away from a confrontation that he would be the loser in - it was good that even these large lion things that called themselves gods would stand down to even Nkosi.
"Off you go, then."
Mushkeli grunted, not finding the wild dog in front of him very welcome, but it didn't matter. With one glance elsewhere, he turned on his cover and was invisible once more to those passing by him. Turning away, his thoughts went back to his children and himself, continuing the cycle of his brooding.
Nkosi didn't even notice the lion vanishing; to him, all lions might as well vanish in front of his prominence. That was the way things should be, after all, to a chosen and endowed leader.
