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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:01 am
 Lucivar didn't usually wander so far from his reavers, but they were all resting and wouldn't be moving until tonight, as they prefered to travail through the hotter climate of this strange land in the darker hours when the temperate was less punishing. Coming from a land where the wind was sharp and snow lingered on the highland, Lucivar certainly didn't disagree with this practice. But for some reaosn he was feeling... restless. Unable to settle despite the successful Viking they had conducted. He supposed it was because for him, the viking wouldn't be over until he got them all safely back home, whereas his reavers had done their job and would now be free to enjoy the trip back without worry.
Shaking out his thick mane the Stormborn Captain paused in his walk and looked around. He had been striding along at a fair pace for some time now, lost in his houghts, and all of a sudden he realised the landscape around him had changed. Subtle of course, but it had. There was more grazing here, and the telltale signs of occupation. Stopping on the faint path he had bene following he carefulyl assessed the area. He wasn't nervous, or worried, he had a full compliment of reavers not too far behind him, and he was a Captain in his prime. No, he was curious. Who's land was this? What were they like? Having been born a Stormborn he believed his homeland was supperior to all others, as was custom of all Myrsky Syntynyt natives. But he was still interested in other lands and cultures, eager to learn where as many other Stormborn lions were eager to possess and destroy.
Sniffing the air he turned his head. A curious land, soft and rolling, with a huge rock formation off in the distance. "Interesting..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 11:30 am
 Something died inside of Ruva the moment her son betrayed her. All this time, all these long years...Issa had been sleeping with the enemy. Not only that, but he had bred with her! Ruva had grand-cubs she'd had no idea about until a few days ago, and worse...great-grandcubs as well.
For years she had claimed that her ruthlessness was for her family's benefit. If she didn't look out for them, who would? And now...they didn't even trust her.
Who did she have to fight for?
Striking out on her own, Ruva left her post behind and for the first time in years skipped work. She couldn't handle working alongside a grandson she had never known. He seemed eager to close the gap, but right now, the wounds were still too raw. Perhaps she should have been scared to walk out into the open like this without a retinue of hunters or even soldiers with her. Then again, Ruva had never known fear. The lioness walked with a quiet confidence that kept her head high even when her heart was so low.
She hadn't even realized how far she had come until Pride Rock looked like a
mirage behind her. Would it be so bad if she never came back? Would she even be missed?
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:38 am
Up ahead he spotted a shape, one that slowly resolved into that of a lion. As the stranger came ever closer he realised that it was a lioness. Possibly a safer option for his first meeting with this strange pride, since the males could be violent. Indeed, maybe she was here to drive him off, he of all should know that gender had absolutely no bearing on one’s ability to fight. But for now he had no idea if this group were hostile to outsiders or not, so he maintained his position, standing relaxed nad confident on the faint track he had been following earlier. Tail curling slowly behind him he smiled when she finally drew close enough to make out details.
“Greetings.” He called out, refraining from using his normal hello. He had learned from the many rogues he met that saying ‘It is a good day to die’ upon first speaking generally won him either a horrified stare or a slash and run attack. Neither of which were his goal at any time. It was the standard greeting for Stormborn, but apparently… not anywhere else. Live and learn, as they say. So he kept his hello to this stranger brief, no sense in risking an unintended reaction when all he wanted to do was explore a little more.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 12:15 pm
Ruva was broken out of her reverie by the words, and turned to taken in the figure of the male. He was a powerful sight for sore eyes. She gave into a smaller, though genuine, smile and called back, “Hello!” On impulse she moved closer to him. Ruva had been warned about doing such things multiple times, by multiple lions, but she wasn’t fearful of rogues. If he was a Scout in the pride, fine, if he wasn’t, fine.
She was lean, petite, and full of enough fire to burn his hide if she wished.
“Fine day for a walk, isn’t it?” Braids? She hadn’t seen a male yet that would take such time with his mane to even think of fixing it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 4:24 am
Relief washed over his briefly as she greeted him in turn. It wasn’t that he was afraid of an attack, or of scaring a stranger into running away -such happened on a fairly regular basis if only because he was big, scarred and obviously foreign- but that he was saved from the hassle of defending himself without hurting them, or of chasing them to ensure they didn’t mis-report his presence to some local standing army, or some such thing. But this female seemed happy enough to greet him without either extreme reaction so he continued walking, up until he could talk without shouting across at her.
Grinning at her comment he nodded. “Indeed it is.” Tipping his head to make his various ornamentation sway slightly, he arched a brow. “You find them unusual?” He asked, curious. Many rogues kept small trinkets, he had found, and some prides were highly ornamented, such as the Navi. The one male he had run into had worn so much upon his person that Lucivar hadn’t been entirely sure where the lion stopped and the jewellery began. Maybe this pride had little use for items? It was different and therefore, interesting to the Viking Captain.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 11:04 am
Tanakako You have nothing to apologize for, seeing as I'm the late one here. xD Her other rps are finished so all we need is this one. So at least you don't have to wait on that! lol
"Is it normal for lions where you come from to decorate themselves?" Ruva stepped closer, moving her head to notice the lock of fur on his tail that had been tied as well. "Or are you the fashion trendy one?" She quipped with a grin.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 2:57 am
Lucivar honestly had never considered his ornamentation in the light of vanity. It was just something that was. Very few Stormborn eschewed all decoration, except the thrall class, but then they weren’t Stormborn. Tipping his head to the side in an effort to look at his own braid he chuckled, returning his gaze to the lioness. “I had not considered it that way. It is traditional in my pride to decorate oneself in such a manner. Often it denotes your relative standing in the pride, simply through years served.” The more highly ornamented Stormborn were typically those who had been viking the longest, as they had more opportunity to acquire items in the first place.
While he was by no means the flashiest of Stormborn, Lucivar certainly was not drab and possessed a good amount of trinkets. Of course not all were to be worn and much sat on display in his den. He was both amused and pleased by the lioness’s obvious approval. “I take it that your homeland is not of the same mind?” She was entirely unadorned, not that she needed anything to increase her obvious beauty.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 11:06 am
Ruva hadn't even thought of the possibly of this stranger being from a pride, but she supposed it made sense. It certainly explained the air of confidence, and his lack of maimed body parts. Most rogues she'd met with that sort of cool attitude often were missing ears or tails. "Years served...I take it your pride has warriors, then?" While the Pridelanders might just be getting used to the idea of military ranks, Ruva hadn't been born in the peaceful pride. She had known war, and had seen what sorts of lions it could birth.
"Not entirely. We have Artisans that practice their craft and sell their wares for services. Most just wear their items because they want to, and certainly not because they've earned them." Giving him a very obvious once over, Ruva had to grin. This one...he had potential. "You must be tired with all the wandering you've been doing. Can I offer you a place to rest for the night?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 6:50 am
Nodding his agreement to her assessment of his standing. “Yes, that is basically what I am. Though I am a Captain, which is the rank above our standard fighters.” Rank wasn’t everything to him, but he was Stormborn after all and rank certainly was a very ingrained institution within the pride. He had earned his Captaincy through hard work and blood ,and was rightfully proud of his achievement. Even though by now he was a seasoned veteran of many Viking and was hardly going to have his claim to his Captaincy threatened. Not until the next Brayvast Vindar, at any rate.
His gaze remained on her, attentive and interested, as she explained more about the pride he had wandered into. Every little bit of information was useful, no matter how random it may seem, and he was genuinely interested in the place he had found. Lucivar could have grown up a scholar if he had been born anywhere but in the Myrsky Syntynyt. But he had not, so he was a warrior with a fine intellect and an interest in the places he visited that went beyond how much loot it could provide his band.
“There is nothing wrong with such a practice. I know a merchant lion who trades with the reavers for his wares.” Briefly thinking of Skydas who had caught the eye of his own Thrall. The lion did well enough at his work however, no matter how contrary the method. Her question caught his attention and he returned her look, knowing full well that there was more in her words than the obvious. Smiling, he moved closer, knowing he struck an imposing figure with his ornamentation and his many scars, he nevertheless wore an easy and genuine smile. “That is very kind of you. I will accept, if that is alright.”
Painted Moose Sorry!!! I've been pretty ill the last three weeks, so I've got a bit behind. Think this is nearly done?
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 12:57 pm
"Impressive." Ruva's voice was laced with interest. It had been her goal from the start to worm her way into the Pridelands royal family, and although that hadn't panned out, having someone of rank notice her was just as good. She moved in close enough to act as a coy tease, moving her body close enough that she might have touched him, had she not pulled away.
"If it wasn't alright I wouldn't have offered." Her eyes had taken on a predatory gleam, solely intent on the one implied goal. "Follow me." While her tone was playful, there was also the undercurrent of command in it. In her own right Ruva was a powerful foe; one who overtime was amassing her greed into something more formidable.
Though, right now, all of that could wait.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 2:20 pm
Lucivar grinned, impressed by the lioness's brazen attitude. Indeed she would have made an excellent Stormborn and Lucivar admired her for it. Fully aware that she was teasing him he allowed himself to be drawn in, blue eyes tracking her every move. Her command made his grin broaden, a brief flash of teeth that showed he knew what she was doing, but that he also didn't mind, happy to go along with her plan. Stepping out beside the lioness Lucivar let her lead him where she wished.
This little trip was turning out to be far more profitable than he had originally planned,
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