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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 12:20 pm
His growing warband wasn't so large that it took very much time to call all the members to a meeting. Not just reavers, but every member, including thralls, were summoned to the flat area in front of the main entrance to the hill of boulders that they all called home now. He sent out a last roar of a call, just in case someone hadn't gotten the message just yet, then spoke briefly to those padding up.
"I think it's time we laid out our situation for everyone, new and old, to understand, and to define our purpose out here." His stern eyes roved over his band, catching eyes and giving them steady looks. Thus far they had, as a whole, been rather day-by-day living, with the hunting having to be shared out among the reavers. It was time to change all that. They needed goals, something to strive for and achieve. As their leader, he deemed it time to give them that.((You are not required to post in this rp. Your characters will simply be assumed to be present but silent. However, I encourage everyone to keep track of the rp, so it can be the basis of further rp!))
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 12:27 pm
 Asmar was not standing up in the front rank of lions and...others... (and hadn't that been a surprise!), but further back as Horarr addressed them all. She wasn't one of the original members of this band, though she'd heard much of the story behind their exile. Still she was curious as to what purpose the Captain had for them all. The brown lioness herself was as slim as she'd been when she'd first joined up, save that instead of gaunt from less food than she needed, Asmar was lean with muscle. She'd found there was something satisfying in the combat skills she was learning, and not just knowing that it'd have to be a powerful and skilled lion who thought to dominate her from now on!
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 12:43 pm
 Probably it had been a mistake to invite all of the members of the warband to this gathering. Rosvo was just learning how these leg-things worked and so he tended to alternate between rushing around like a stung meerkat and getting his legs tangled up so that he would fall plop! on his tuckus. Every time his lack of coordination got the better of him he burst into hysterical peals of eerie hyena laughter.
Definitely he was not going to be much of a contributor to this event, but he was here for it. Perhaps when he was older he might even brag about being present, and lie a bit about what his role was. Probably in his re-telling he would be cast as a key player in all this, never mind the fact that he had been born a thrall and would never rise about that station. He was Rosvo, and that meant he would be marvelous no matter what.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:42 pm
Timeus stayed close to his mate as he listened to what Hroarr had to say. He stood still and stayed focus. Since he joined the band he had been wondering the purpose of gathering outsiders to join the Stormborn. He was grateful that Hroarr had allowed him and his mate to join. It was a chance of a lifetime and Timeus was sure to never regret it.
However he had been itching to see what was going to happen to them, what the plan was. He trusted Hroarr enough to follow him into battle, but he first wanted to know what he was getting himself into.
It seemed like at last he would finally find out.Seema glanced around at the other members of the group. She wasn't nearly as focused as Timeus and she allowed her attention to wander. She was sure that their warband would be ready for anything that was thrown at them. Glancing around at the other members made her feel more confident in the group's ability. She stayed close to Timeus' side and her attention fell to Hroarr as he talked. It would be interesting to hear what the plan of action was.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 3:31 pm
She had waited calmly for Hroarr to announce the situation for everyone for a little while. However, Livna was calm and collected. Livna would settle on her haunches near the group. Her attention drawn to him, though tired from all her hunting she had been helping out with.
She was a warrior though, and hunting helped her hone in on things in her battles that needed to be touched up a little.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 4:03 pm
 Much like her brother, Knurren was simply excited to be able to run around. Not much existed in life to her yet besides the thrill of WALKING and RUNNING. The pup had sense, though, to know that something was up and the lions were talking. If there was one thing she understood in life so far beyond her siblings' names and the personal lessons her mother was teaching them, it was that when a lion spoke, she'd better listen.
Or she tried to. Knurren was still a pup, after all, and as soon as she saw Rosvo, she grinned and, rear end wagging with her tail, she ran and pounced on her brother. "Gotcha, Rosvo!" She chomped on his ear, tugging on it with a playful growl.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 4:37 pm
"Gerroff!" Rosvo grumbled, rolling over to dislodge his eye-smartingly bright sister from his ear.
"Tha's my ear!" As if she didn't know that. "No biting!"
No biting wasn't actually one of their mother's rules. They weren't supposed to bite lions ,just like they were supposed to listen when lions spoke, but that didn't mean Ros and his sibs couldn't bite one another.
"We're s'pozta lissen," he told her virtuously, as though he hadn't been running around moments earlier. "I need both ears."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 5:43 pm
 Orra found herself closest to the pups, and couldn't help the soft, yet nervous smile that crossed her face. She attempted to keep her head down out of sheer habit, but the minute Hroarr's gaze flicked past her, she flinched. She wanted to know what was going on as much as everyone else, but she would be the last lioness to speak up and ask. Instead, she chose to make sure the two pups didn't hurt each other too much... not that she would stop them. She couldn't even bring herself to hush them, afraid to draw attention to herself like the cowardly Thrall she was.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 7:17 pm
Hroarr nodded to each of his reavers, and would have ignored the thralls other than ensuring they were present. However, the rowdy pups made such a choice impossible. He frowned at the youngsters, clearly displeased. He hadn't wanted to put cubs or pups at risk by having them here. Leave it to a hyena thrall to defy this unspoken wish. He had gritted his teeth when it was clear pups had been on their way, and heavily encouraged the father to later whisk away as many pups as possible. Three was still more than he'd ever intended on being present in this unfortunate situation.
Concerning that unfortunate situation, it was time to make it clear to everyone. He knew for a fact that those who had come from the pride knew the situation very well, but they'd added significantly to their numbers in the meantime. He cleared his throat to get their attention, the spoke in a clear and firm voice. "We are the Exiles. I should think you all know this by now, but I have not spoken openly about exactly why this is, or why we still call ourselves Stormborn." He paused before going on, his expression turning grim. "My father, the Warlord, leader of our mighty pride, was lawfully overthrown." Oddly enough, this fact did not seem to bother him overmuch. Such things happened, and he himself had gained his own position as Captain via the same Breytast Vindar. It was the way of their people, after all.
"The lion who took the position of Warlord, however, saw fit to banish not only my father, not only my mother, but every lion who bore Aesir's blood." This, however, clearly did bother him. To throw so many out into the roguelands had been cruel and uncalled for. "I do not intend on being gotten rid of quite that easily!" His voice rose to a roar on the last word, his eyes flashing. "We shall return, and take our rightful places in the pride! This is why we are here, sheltering in a far-flung sanctuary of the pride. This is why we gather our strength and our bounty, for we will return to them victorious, bathed in glory and wreathed in treasure!" He paused, clearly to allow for the expression of approval or enthusiasm. This was a critical moment, for if those reavers he had gathered to himself were not excited by the idea of glory, victory, or returning to the pride, then he would be forced to start again. He held his breath and waited for either silence or roars of agreement.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 9:34 am
"Aw, who wants to listen to lions go on right now?" She was prepared to bite his ear again, when a shadow passed over them. The pup looked up, staring at the two half-breeds. At least, that's what she heard they were... Half-cheetah, half-lion, all bad blood. The white one in particular seemed rather... Solemn. The look he gave her shut Knurren up, and she looked up as the lion with the red tree-marks began talking. Her ears folded back at his words about WHY their group was in exile, her eyes widening. "That was mean of him! His mommy should put him in a TIME OUT!" Ah, pup logic... It was simple.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 9:02 am
Livna's ears flicked forward a bit, to be banished with your entire blood line? Now that was a low blow. She lifted herself from her seated position. "I have given you my talons and teeth, my might and intuition till the end Hroarr. I may not be directly attached but consider me in." She answered him and then roared in joining.
The northern thick-furred reaver returned to her seated position. Her green eyes dancing to the others around her. Only to give a warming smile to Knurren when she insisted the that lion who had thrown Hroarr out should get a time out by his mother. She could only agree silently.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 12:30 pm
Ros looked at his sibling with the sort of utter contempt only achieved by the very young, who have not yet learned to temper their expressions with compassion and empathy. Nevertheless, he tried to keep his voice down when he told Knurren, "Dummy. Lions don't have mummies like that."
Sometimes it was just amazing how dumb his siblings could be. Not that he disagreed with Knurren's pronouncement that it was mean of the one lion to tell all of the boss-lion's family to leave their home, but he thought it was kind of mean of the boss-lion to tell his dad to take some of his sibs and leave, too.
"Prob'ly our mum would'a done it. If he were a yeenur," he allowed. He wasn't doing a very good job of whispering, but he was trying not to interrupt what the lions were saying. He just didn't understand it, really.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:34 am
Dreyri-Bein wasn't exactly fully grown, but the adolescent's excitement at the whole situation had her keenly interested in what Hroarr had to say. She had never been part of a pride before, or around so many lions (and non-lions!) at once. Needless to say the little skull-marked lioness was hardly able to stay still, digging her claws into the dirt as they flexed eagerly, and glancing around at everyone near by. Her training had been intense so far, as she was submerging herself completely into the warband's practices and beliefs, but she found herself wanting more every day. If Dreyri had ever truly felt out of place here, she was hiding it well and burying it underneath many layers of thrill-seeking eagerness.
Having been called here by the Stormborn captain's roar, she now listened to what he had to say with swiveling ears and twitching muscles. How dare they! It wasn't right to be thrown from one's home in such a fashion, especially since Dreyri had never had such a thing. She may have spoken up to say so, but the hyena pups outbursts made her snort in amusement instead. For thralls, they were kinda cute. Kinda. Luckily the lioness Livna's words drew Dreyri back to the seriousness of the meeting, and she too gave an affirmative rumble from deep in her throat. Being younger, however, she wouldn't be surprised if it sounded a little funny to the older reavers and members. "Through blood and battle, I will see you home again Hroarr! And I will make it my own." For such a small body in comparison to the older lions and lionesses, Dreyri spoke with the certainty and pride of youth. This was her home now, and she would fight for it!
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:47 am
Oraa could nod in agreement silently with the others who would speak, ears foreward and clinging to their every word. These were the powerful, something she aspired to being but could never find her tongue.
Until now, it seemed, the excitement racing through her veins enough of a confidence boost, if even for just a brief moment.
"I am here and willing to follow you, Hroarr. Let no Warlord, in lawful victory or otherwise, deem you unfit a Stormborn lion."
...And she quickly flushed of color, flicking her ears back and her eyes as wide as they could manage at her outburst.
Oh, was she a cowardly lioness, to speak as if she had any spine!
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 11:20 am
"I would be honored to serve under you and fight along side you and my fellow reavers. If death is the out come, then so be it. At least we can say we fought for our honor." Timeus spoke strongly looking at Hroarr. He was sure it wouldn't come to death. They hand a strong band here and he felt confident of his fellow reavers strength. "I will do my best to make sure that you return and regain your rightful place in the pride."
Seema wasn't as vocal as her husband, but she nodded in agreement. She had nothing to add that wasn't already spoken. The thought of battle made her feel like adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She couldn't wait for the war band to attack. Together Timeus and her spent their free time polishing their skills, but there were so much more that they could learn from the stormborn and she was eager to learn.
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