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 Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 5:57 pm
Shandor Riddlemouth:
They called him "Riddlemouth" prior to his position within the pride and he decided that it was a fitting enough nickname. Prior to the lifting of the insanity, there had been two personalities within one lion. He would speak in two voices, he'd puzzle everyone with his riddles and odd ways. Now with his head clear, he retained the ability to change his voice and he delighted in muddling his fellows with his mannerisms, but his sanity was fully intact.
As his pride gained its bearings, he took up guard duty to ensure that nothing endangered their borders. He loped up and down the border, his dark eyes keen and his gait strong. There'd not been many hostile rogues, but he could never be too careful.
Fiedel Magpie:
She was someone who took well to new surroundings. Finding trinkets to barter with the rogues was fun, old left overs from tribal settlements or just meaningless things that had dropped off other rogues on their way. Or stolen goods, though she didn't talk much. However recent-selling and bartering had been pretty dead. Her life was in it's middle. Mellow and kind of boring.
Rogue life was beginning to not be her's either. She had been seeing less and less of them floating around. And was concidering her own pride some day. Though..
Her line of work was sometimes frowned upon in the society. She didn't know who she was in personality. Maybe she wanted a pride in case she ended up with little cubbies and needed to find somewhere to raise them.. Without threat of cub snatching or a vulture getting one. She scoured the area around the Gypsy pride calmly. She had seen many interesting 'laying around' trinkets.
Shandor Riddlemouth:
Shandor perked and tilted his head, a slow movement but one full of silent threat. He'd heard something... oh ho ho~
He turned with all the grace of the feline kingdom and prowled towards the new smell, radiating confidence and boasting strength in every stride.
A female? How curious. A rogue...and burdened with quite an array of little goodies. Shiney things, dull things, things pulled off the backs of prey and others from the deep places of the earth. She had a sly look in her eye, cunning and calculating. Lovely.
"Little magpie, little bird, what brings you here? Rumors of good pickings or restless wings?" It was fitting enough, she looked like a bird.
Fiedel Magpie:
She could hear a male moving. Her small form paused and she looked around. Her hackles raised; prepared. She had faced a few rogue brutes in her days. She was a pretty little thing and she wasn't afraid to admit that. But an air was around this brute. Almost a belonging. An air that made him seem to fit right in.
She tilted her head to the riddles. An almost amusement filled her face. Almost like he was what she found. A shiny new object to listen to. Chirp little one. She would mock indefinitely in her mind.
"Restless wings. Trinkets are just a bounty I have an eye for. Kind sir." She tilted her head the other way. An almost bird-like gesture and snap of the neck. "Magpie. I gather that suits. Crow seems to overused in the days of today."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 6:17 pm
Shandor Riddlemouth:
"Assumptions can get you in trouble." He warned, raising a paw to wave a claw in the air. "Tsk tsk. Don't assume I'm a kind sir. I could be a terrible creature- or perhaps I'm a trickster. Perhaps I am a kind fool, or perhaps... just perhaps I'm all of the above."
He took a few more easy steps her way and swept a pair of dark, calculating eyes over her. She was a young thing. A pretty thing. A wealthy thing if one fancied trinkets. Judging by the wrap around his forehead and the golden trinkets hanging from it- he was.
"Restless wings and good fortune for me. Perhaps I can persuade you to roost by the sea."
Fiedel Magpie:
"Assumptions are what help me calculate who to sell things too. Though they can make you a rotten rump out of you and I. They can gather and help keep things in tact." She glistened her eyes and smiled. "You're assuming I said 'Kind sir' just because that is what I assume you to be.. However. Kind sir is just a way to get into another's heart is it not?" She said lovingly. She loved to tie tales. Maybe this lion would be an asset to her.
As he moved towards her she lifted her head proudly. Not demanding rank or role but in self-esteemed virtue. She only decorated herself with two feathers of the Magpie her pelt got her knowledged for. Her trinkets did decorate the side, but only would they until she found a place to set up for a few days.
"Good fortune you say?.. Persuasion? Have at it, if you wish. What do you propose, sir?"
Shandor Riddlemouth:
"Only if that heart goes unguarded by the mind." He pointed out with a raised brow and a coi smirk on his maw. She was a sharp one...and frankly he liked that. There weren't a lot of females like her, too few in fact, and it was refreshing to meet one who was quick with her tongue as she was on her feet.
"Well... This is my territory and you see we are facing a bit of a...situation. The less I say about that, the better. In short- we can use some sharp wits and claws among us. You seem a little travel weary-" He motioned to her paws. "I have a place to rest those dusty paws and you have claws in them and a quick mouth. We can use someone like you about."
Fidel Magpie:
She could feel his mind shift around in there. The fancy face-scarf didn't hide nothin'. Listening to him stir she tilted her head like a bird once again. When he began suggesting her stay with.. A pride. Territory-- that's what that meant usually.
"A situation." She said in echo, "Let me gather you don't find many who are willing to take up those reigns." Fiedel breathed in quick. "My father told me before that sometimes building wings is a good idea. But diving head-strong without knowledge at times was ok too." She shrugged a little.
"Would this gent have a name?" She spoke to him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 6:52 pm
Shandor Riddlemouth:
"More like I don't find many worth the invitation." He corrected her smoothly, his voice like silk. It was true enough, there weren't many lions that would enter the lands with the rumors of insanity. It wasn't common knowlege that they existed and knowlege of the curse's departure was even more scarce. The lions that did pass by were, more or less, common and simple-minded. He would take a single lion with a sharp wit and a fast mouth over a hundred brutes with the brains of a seagull.
"The gent?" He chuckled. "My pride calls me Riddlemouth. My mother called me Shandor. I'm not picky."
Fidel Magpie:
"Riddlemouth, it suits you fine my friend. Fiedel but I am open to names." She admitted and let her magpie feathers jingle. "Magpie is a known one that I do love personally." She bowwed her head. More of a respect thing then thinking of him as her king. "I am not picky however Fiedel and Magpie mean the same thing." She admitted a little.
"I accept this invitation."
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