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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 1:59 pm

The male had taken to going out again. Leaving his mate and his cubs behind to once again plunder with the other Stormborn of Captain Floki's raiding band. He had brought home pirates and was slowly looking to bring home others. Maybe not just thralls but others who could become allies to him. Other pirate vikings. Though he did feel he needed to find a few thralls that would suit him and his mate. She didn't want lions but he was fine bringing them into the fold and then later would give them freedoms if he could. Though he was careful as he always was around other Stormborn. He was still a pirate among Vikings.

Somewhere the rest of his raiding party was getting items together. Even a few thralls. Maybe it was just how things were he wasn't as bad as he used to be. Maybe it was just because he was still feeling his way through the pride before he decided to change back to how he was before. His blind looking eyes scanning about. The evening was cooling down and was going to make for a good trek back to the pride when they did leave. He was far enough away that he could be by himself but close enough that he could hear the roar of the Captain and the Reavers.

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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 3:09 pm

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Milan Zarko... Gracious Ember... His mother had been a strange lioness, though she had not been present for much of his life, he still remembered her from his youth. Once she had been a Firekin, taken sometime in her youth by pirates... her pelt had been a strange mix of reds and oranges, dappled in waves over a base of soot, much like a burning coal. When Zarko had come along... well, he was her burning Ember. For a time.

She'd left... escaped... however you might put it, before his birth... she'd disappeared shortly after his first summer, and... well, he'd been wandering as a rogue ever since. In the years that passed, he'd heard of the Pirates disbanding, but he encountered very few who really knew.

In the copper light of the setting sun, the splashes of red that colored his dark pelt nearly glowed. He'd heard the group when they hit the territory. He'd scented them a ways back as they drew nearer and though his instinct told him to leave, he was drawn in by his curiosity. He skirted the party for some time, and eventually his feet carried him closer to a different scent that was a distance away from the rest of the clan.

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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 12:38 am

Cythraul. Du Serpentis. The dark male. So many names for the male who currently lapped up a few mouthfuls of water. He thought of his family, the boys and especially the girls his mate had bore for him. The boy of course he expected to do great things as was their nature. His daughters, he expected them to have the world beneath their paws at one point, or at least strive to be the best tiny pirate vikings. Heck he wouldn't even be mad if they decided later in life to go out and start somewhere not with them. Of course he hoped they'd stay close and be part of his little crew but it was fine. That's when he felt eyes upon him.

"Who be thar?" A low rumble starting in the back of the male's throat, pirate speech coming out as he was startled. His once sheathed claws coming out. Silver eyes darted about looking for the source of his discomfort. It was then he noticed a lion. Not someone from the raiding party. "Bein' bold by bein' next ta Vikin' aren't ye?" He was not within earshot of the party so he didn't worry much about his speech. Although it still wasn't hidden even when with them.

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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2016 11:32 pm

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A gruff voice reached his ears not long after he followed the scent to a body of water and the lion drinking from it. He'd kept his distance, observing in silence until the other took notice. The low rumble that followed his words made the ruff of Zarko's mane bristle and his own claws slid out in anticipation of a confrontation.

Despite the static in the air, the dark pelted male lifted his head, mane falling back from fiery eyes as gold met silver. "Bold, stupid, curious. Imagine there's a few words for it." he responded curling his claws into the ground before retracting them.

His brightly tipped tail flicked behind him, ears pointed ahead, his body language cautious but not aggressive. He didn't come closer, but skirted around him towards the water, keeping an eye on him as he lowered his head to drink. He wasn't intimidated and didn't see the other as a threat, but he didn't necessarily trust that he wouldn't find a reason to attack.

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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 5:49 pm

The male unsheathed his own claws, ready for anything. Silver eyes looked blind but he didn't play his normal game of pretending to be lame. The dark male sized up the other, he seemed to have a strong head on his shoulders although still dumb for having come close to the group. He wondered if maybe he could take this male back as a thrall or if he'd rather want to have him an ally right off the bat. He had taken a few of his old pirates as thralls to the pride. They were in his eyes equals just under a different name. However he felt they were a bit more protected while under his paw for now until they could change their status.

"Are ye lookin' ta come ta da Stormborn?" He asked curiously. Might as well ask him and see. He really didn't like dragging lions back as thrall. The part of being a pirate was nearly programmed in him. Though its not to say that pirates couldn't have slaves, he just never did. Though a the male's quiet response and the call of his Captain, Cythraul turned. He might know his way back to the pride but he did not want to be coming back without the crew.

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