[SRP] Painted in Blood [Abbadon x Ahriman] WC: 1036

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[Abbadon & Ahriman live in a unique situation. Their chances to play are limited between teachings of other things, things that are just as unique as their situation.]

 

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"Are we going to sit here with this mask all day?"

Ahriman asked the rhetorical question with plenty of sass once they had finished their deep chat about where it's origin had come from. "What kind of plans did you have?" His eyes were locked on Abbadon and filled with question. They had woken up early for a day full of fun, now where were they going to begin. "Why don't we make a mud lion?" He offered.

The concept of a mud lion was simple, it would be a filthy version of a snow lion. Twigs, leaves and blood just came along with it creating an interesting mix of colors. Ahriman saw the light fill his brothers eyes and he knew he'd made a good choice. This was just what they needed to start the day. "And the best part?!" He said, almost shouting in his excitement. "We can use Moms mask to decorate.." That was what really got his brother excited.

To steal the mask was one thing, make it filthy another and to do all those things while creating a public display of their disobedience.. well they'd likely never see the light of day if they were lucky. "Cmon." He stood, happy to be leaving the dark cavern and replace the musty smell with some fresh air. "Where should we do it?"

WC: 233  

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A mud lion? Ingenius! Why bore themselves with questions that they'd soon forget before they could ask when they could do something so messy. Mud was a friend the pair of busy cubs was familiar with. Mud was a glue, mud was soothing and mud was most of all really hard to get out of fur. This was something they learned during their first bout with the dirty stuff.

"You're brilliant sometimes." He snickered at his comment and received a blow to the shoulder and a grunt of disapproval at his remark. "Whaaaat.. it was a compliment, I swear!" This time he laughed and then gasped. "Moms mask would be perfect!" He bellowed and with the sound he felt the ground move a little. No, it wasn't the ground - the God was coming to life before their eyes and he shoved at Ahriman. "Let's pick when we get out of here." He hissed.

The brothers left in a hurried fashion and peeked back at the cage to where they could see a pair of eyes staring back at them. "Ick." He stated as they reached a range of safety. "Oooo, look over there." He said as he paused his step to point in a direction. The direction was a path that lead back up to their home. It was regularly wet with blood and water - mostly blood unless it was a particularly rainy day. "There should be enough, no?" He asked his brother. Then continued on to test the mooshy ground for flexibility of the material.

WC: 264  

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Now free from the confine of the cavern that held a beast more formidable then they could handle at their current age (or perhaps any age) Ahriman felt a little more free to think and consider about their options. With their mothers mask in tow they'd have quite a well decorated mud lion, so he wasn't worried about that, but the location had to be just so. When they arrived at the spot Abbadon had pointed out as an option he looked about with a thoughtful glance.

"Looks like an okay spot." A smile was already spreading along his mouth before he could act like he was evaluating the choice. He dropped the mask and began to dig a bit, the only problem with mud was that it was primarily a surface resource and this spot was victim to lacking mud, but they had some to start with. "We'll need to go and collect more mud to really make a great mud lion Abbadon." Ahriman stated plainly, it wasn't a question on if they'd need more mud, but when. During the process their actions hadn't gone unnoticed and a few passerbys looked on with a shake of their head. The actions clearly weren't abnormal.

"Okay, well let's do what we can with what we've got and then get more." He suggested. To which he received a short nod. So the work commenced and they gathered up as much red tinged mud as they could before beginning construction. The typical construction of a mud lion was to have it sitting down, so they began with the torso.

WC: 274
Ahriman WC: 507  

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"It's a damn fine spot." Perhaps one of the only curse words they learned at that time and they used it at every opportunity and even in cases where it didn't make much sense at all. The small debate was forgotten when the process began and it was a filthy process indeed. The boys had mud up to their elbows, nearly making them identical as their unique colors faded away.

"Look at it!" Abbadon proclaimed as the torso came together in what seemed to be a blink of an eye. Legs were attached soon after and then a tail. The difficult part was making a head. Together he and his brother gathered up a good chunk of mud and various other debris to make a circular shaped mud ball for their head. With the help of an innocent bystander they were able to get the head atop of the mud lion to complete their piece. "Hurry." He nearly shouted, the day was nearly half over and that meant his mother would leave the den soon to seek them out for food. Heck, how she hadn't found them yet was beyond them, but they were thankful.

"Okay, we are almost done, just the details." Quickly he gathered some rocks of various shapes and sizes to decorate the sculpture. Eyes, mouth and a nose completed the look of a fairly happy creature. The final piece was yet to be placed on the creature, but they were to busy admiring their work to notice a small hitch in their plan.

WC: 265
Abbadon WC: 529