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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:51 am
[Nefarian] had been in Maestros Del Mar for some time, now. He was waiting, biding his time for a chance to bring chaos to those around him. His fiendish mind dwelled on what would be and, every now and again, he could glimpse what would come. He did not know what the outcome would be, but he did know it would cause strife and really, that was all that mattered.
The large lion, with a pelt nearly as dark as the night itself, skirted past the borders of the pirate pride, his orange markings glinting in the sunlight. While he preferred the cover of darkness, he couldn't handle standing idle in the pride any further. There were many cubs and it took every ounce of strength and self control to be near them and behave passively. They were a noisy and obnoxious lot in his oppinion and many of the older pride members weren't much better. He'd never much been one for socializing, so he struck out on his own. He would do as Blackbeard did when they first met, he would hunt. His prey was not food, but other lions who may be of assistance.
Or, heck, really just anyone he could give a hard time to without serious repercussions before his task had been complete. That'd be fine, too. He parted the tall grass with his bulky frame and paused at a rather crooked tree, where he dug his claws into the bark and scratched, sending stray curls of tree matter this way and that. He would head back towards the pride's lands when it was later in the day.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 10:06 am
Katavi limped along, cussing under her breath. The prey today had been sparse, and she had gone hungry. "Thank you, Gods, I am your humble servant," she mumbled sarcastically to herself. The Gods were, in fact, Katavi's personal enemy. Why did they plague her with this monstrosity of a life? As Katavi tripped on her injured leg, she cussed under her breath. It was their fault. Not only had her leg been crippled, but her pride. She was again reminded of the hunger than rumbled rather loudly in her belly, and she looked up, scanning with blue orbs for any sign of prey. But instead, she saw a lion approaching, seemingly unaware of her presence. She immediately dipped into a defensive crouch. "Who goes there?", she growled, claws sinking into the earth, ready for attack if need be.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 1:11 am
He hadn't caught sight of her before she him, but he didn't really care, nor was he particularly bothered by the fact that he was not alone. Other lions had been his target, after all. The massive god-spawn dropped from the crooked tree, eyeing the rips his claws had left with some weird sense of pride, it being his handiwork. He had other matters to attend to, though, and he turned his flame-like eyes towards the female that crouched and spat her question.
He was not afraid of her, she would not harm him. He already knew this, as he knew he would stay with the pirates and he knew he would eventually strike out towards En Gedi soon, where he would meet with lions who were cursed by his father. He did not know the outcome of that, which was unsettling. He would not worry about it, though. He served his father with nearly every breath.
"Nefarian, son of Neltharion." His response was blunt and he plodded towards her, head held high. Regardless of his emotion, his lava-like markings gave the appearance of an insidious grin.
"What are you doing out here, dear? And so alone."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 6:25 pm
"Dear?", Katavi spat. She lowered her body, slinking towards the large lion as he approached her. Under normal circumstances, this was not a very good idea, for the lion was far larger than she and seemed intimidating; while she was not usually keen on returning a threat from a stronger lion, she did not accept being demeaned by being called dear.
"Why you awful," she started, flexing her claws, but then she stopped. What did he say? Neltharion?
Every fur on Katavi's body bristled like a cat. The God of Hate. She knew him. Well, knew of him. This lion... this stranger was a monstrosity!
"Curse the Gods," Katavi spat. "Look at what they do to us. Look at our strife! You are the child of a demon!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 12:46 am
"Demon? Well, I suppose it is all a matter of perspective, hm?" He chuckled, a grin sliding across his dark muzzle and his slightly yellowed fangs glinting in the light of the day. Her anger pleased him to some extent and it was this that kept his claws sheathed and at bay. He liked that she did not cow in fear and her movement towards him, rather than away, amused him. He stretched, his claws unsheathing and ripping at the earth as he feigned disinterest, but his gaze never completely left her. She was an odd one.
"Even still, what will you do about it? Demon spawn stands before you and you are, what... Injured, I take it? Maybe you shouldn't wander so far from your pride, honey." She wasn't bearing her weight completely on one of her legs. He thought her movements had been a bit unusual at first glance. Not that it really mattered. He doubted she would actually try and attack him. He hadn't had a good romp since his meeting with Laana. Now there was a lioness after his own heart. He still wore scars from that encounter, though they were nigh impossible to see against his dark pelt. He knew she wore the ones he had gifted her and it pleased him.
Her anger at his calling her dear only spurred him on. He so did like to see others angry, especially strangers. He liked to pick at them, goad them into fighting. It helped to pass the time and he really didn't have much to lose. He was at his father's beck and call, yet was lost without him there to offer guidance. He had no love, no offspring, and the pride he ran with was only temporary at best.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 12:54 am
Katavi grew hot at the arrogance of this... this beast. Still, noticing his fangs shine yellow in the hot savannah summer light, she stopped suddenly. Remember to keep your head. She didn't want to go to far with this one. He was dangerous, the brute. Oh, but to just rip his fangs out, one by one, to pluck his claws like grapes from a vine...
But then, he said it. Injured. The demon spawn had uttered her greatest fear; weakness, which the Gods had cruelly bestowed upon her. Weak, she was not. Weak, she could not... she could! She... what!
All sensibility went out of the window as Katavi launched off her haunches and sprang at the devil lion, claws unsheathed with a ferocious roar of anger.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:04 am
She had a temper, that was easy to see in her body language. He kept picking, like he always did. Picking at weaknesses, flaws, anything that would bother his victims into acting irrationally. He would be lying if he said he liked for his victims to roll over or run off. In fact, he enjoyed conflict, it made him feel alive, it made his blood run hot and a giddiness take over, much like a male might feel when courting his first lioness. It was addicting. Thus, when rage swept over the black, white, and blue lady before him, he felt his heart knocking against his ribs in excitement.
And then she launched at him in a deafening roar, with claws unsheathed and at the ready. Her claws collided with flesh, which ripped. Blood welled beneath his pitch black fur and that insidious grin seemed to grow wider. A throaty chuckle escaped him as he sent a hefty paw at her in an attempt to bowl her over or at least push her away from him. This time, his claws were not sheathed. He did not care whether or not he hurt her, just as he did not care whether or not she tried to fight. He was at the advantage, given her injury, and if he truly wished it, he knew he could cause her harm.
"Temper, temper. Have you no manner of home training? You come to my borders, insult me, and attempt to add injury to insult? And you have the nerve to call me demon spawn." Okay, so maybe he was fibbing about the "his territory" bit. The territory belonged to Pirato, but he doubted she knew that. And if she did, well, he'd just play it off as belonging to all the pirates collectively.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:15 am
Katavi's grin joined Nefarian's for only a moment as sheathed claws collided with skin, tearing. The sensation... oh, it was beautiful. Katavi could not help but love it. She had always kept her fury inside; now, although it was probably the silliest decision she had ever made, she released her suppressed anger on another creature. Pluck a few teeth... perhaps she might in fact.
Then she caught a look at his face. His physiognomy seemed relaxed, as though he didn't take her attack seriously. But his teeth, shining... his false smile... the grin he wore from the feel of her claws tearing flesh. She was deeply ashamed to admit to herself - she was a tad afraid.
Still, nothing could stop her now... until the blow came, and sent her tumbling aside. At least she didn't go down without a little effort, she thought, trying to rationalize with herself. But in all truth, it was her injured leg that hindered her, and she knew it. She picked herself up regardless, facing Nefarian in a rage.
Dizzily, she threw back insults, "You - you are the reason for hunger! You are the reason the vultures fly! Demon spawn! I spit upon your territory," she snarled, and, adding insult to injury, she spat.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:26 am
His grin didn't fade, but only because he did not want her to see that her saliva splattering the ground near his paws bothered him. That was a pretty disgusting display, but his expression didn't falter and he shrugged it off. He was demon spawn, this he knew. If he had the power to cause famine and rot, he would do so, but he was merely mortal and limited to only glimpses of the future. He wished he could do the things she seemed to think he could, but he would resign to fanciful imagination.
"Yes. I single-pawedly bring drought, famine, and plague." He chuckled. His flame-like eyes narrowed and his tail flicked slowly.
"Narrow-minded lioness, run on home. You will die out here. Think of it as advice from a friend. You're lucky I find humor in you, but should I have been in a dour mood, you'd be dead. Pray you don't treat other god-spawn with such disrespect. You might not live to see your next dawn." He sniffed airily. She couldn't truly fight back, not with her injury, and thus she wasn't really worth fighting... Nor was she worth hauling back to camp to be forced into their ranks, like little Jasiri.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:34 am
It was time for her to leave, and she knew it. She was sore, and her injury was flaring up. Her body ached with the force of Nafarian's blow, and she could feel herself weakening. She had defended her pride as far as she was capable of. Now it was time to be realistic again. This was a fight she couldn't win.
She shuddered at the sight of the crazy lion's "smile" once more, wincing at the thought of his shiny yellow teeth digging into her flesh. No, she would retreat. But she would retreat with dignity.
"Narrow-minded," she scoffed, "You are the one who is narrow-minded, you who think me a fool. These are the rogue lands, they belong to me as much as they belong to you, you devil."
In truth, she knew he was a seer and could possibly predict the future which she so sorely wished to hear, but not from this brute. She would wait for a worthy lion to tell her her fate. The Gods had dealt her a bad deal this day; tomorrow, Gods willing, it would improve.
"Demon," she muttered, and turned away, careful to stride with head high at an easy pace, despite her limp. She would always be dignified.
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