Lethrossen
Fedha'Kialio had been wandering the lands for a long time now, though he'd ditched the two prideland cubs. He was a little tired from all of his walking, only sleeping some of the hottest hours in the day away. He wasn't sure what he was on the search for, just that he was. His tail flicked about in an annoyed, almost worried manner as he studied the landscape around him. Had he been going in circles? His mind was beginning to convince him that he had been going in huge circles.

"She'd said something of the jungle and now I can't even find it. Pity." He muttered, angered at himself. How stupid he felt for this traveling. After a moment he finally sat himself down, his eyes on his paws. He would never admit it out loud but he missed home. More specificly he missed a certain friend from home. His eyes just caught the slight swaying of an object that was strung around his neck, and he shut his eyes. It was a small, smooth stone. A parting gift, in some ways. He was sure Ausi didn't even know he had the stone. He'd chucked it off the rock and told her it had been stupid. He'd gotten it again before he left.

He wondered what the little brat was doing since he left... His ears flattened back and his eyes flashed open again, he let out an annoyed sigh. This was exactly why friends were bad, they tied you down.


Baneful

Mrost was a lion of a one track mind and as such whatever frivolous thoughts he might have been dwelling on prior had been long forgotten in favour of finding his old fortress, the cavern network that had once housed his warriors, a place that still bore the marks of their time there. It had taken some time but he had found it, well hidden as it had always been, his own memory clouded by the fog of a previous life. Now he was on his way back from that secret place, gliding just above the ground, using the rising heat from the ground to give him added lift, in no hurry to get anywhere in particular, his mind mulling over possibilities of what the future might hold.

It was this distraction that led him only to notice Fedha when he was pretty nearby, not generally one to just ignore what could possibly be a lion of some use to him, the blue god let flight path decend just enough that he could switch from flying to a run, then a trot and finally a walk. Flicking his mane out of his slitted eyes, he headed towards the lion at his usual casual pace. Not seeing any reason to, he didn't bother to conceal his appearance.

"Lost, are we?"

Of course he had no idea if the lion was lost or not, but out here in the wilderness, it was a decent guess.


Lethrossen

Fedha's eyes were glued to the lion running toward him long before he'd gotten close. He had not noticed him flying, though. It was almost if he'd come out of no where, but that did not make sense in fedha's mind. As he did get close Fedha was becoming increasingly uneasy. What was wrong with the other's back? Why did he look so funny? His gaze lingered there a moment before it flicked toward the face again. "Those who are lost have no hope in finding where they are. I wouldn't say I'm lost, just traveling in circles." He said after a moment, his tone a little unsure. He knew some how that he should not try his 'i'm way smarter and better than you' bullshit with this one.

He was itching to ask what was up with this mutant, but he had no clue the other's temper. "Would you be able to tell me which pride I am closest to?" That could be a good start to finding his way to the jungle. He caught himself again staring at the other's back, still not sure wether he was afraid, disgusted or merely curious.


Baneful


Mrost smirked darkly, not irked by the lion's smart retort, he preferred actual proof of intelligence to the usual "Yes I'm ohsolost, can you help me?" In those cases he'd either send the lion off in the wrong direction or mess with it. "So travelling in circles is your thing then? Whatever suits you. I personally prefer the more direct approach, no waffle."

He sat down casually, flicking his bladed tail like a big housecat. "Most prides mean little to me, I do not occupy myself with them unless they are directly influenced or important to me. All I could tell you at this point is that the Mistweavers lie in that direction." he waved a paw "Pridelanders that way" another point "And the Firekin that way. Wether or not obstacles lie in the path doesn't generally affect me, nor the distance." It was true, Mrost almost always travelled in straight lines, merely flying over things that got in his way, he didn't know the trails.

"Were you looking for somewhere before you got occupied with your "walking in circles?"" his tone was oddly sharp and despite his nonchalance he seemed to be sizing Fed's every comment and movement up.


Lethrossen
His eyes glued to the spot Mrost had waved his paw in, indicating his homelands. He almost missed seeing where the other two prides were. The pridelands were probably close by, Fedha had left from there. And the firekin lands he'd heard a little about, he didn't want that type of terrain. His gaze slowly floated toward the only direction a pride did not lie in, or one that was not mentioned. Distance and obsticals did not effect this one... and how was that? Come to think of it those odd things on the back did have some resemblance to wings. A chill ran up Fedha's spine at the thought of flying, his eyes remained in the prideless direction. A god then? Denge and Ithi had told him very little in that catagory. Fedha wasn't so sure this was a safe encounter, it certainly was beginning to put him on edge the more his mind figured things out.

"I... I am looking for the jungle. I heard there were two seers there and..." He looked back, tail flicking. "And I am in need of training." He said, calmly enough. Sure his voice was calm, but his eyes gave him away. He was nervous. And scared, Fedha was barely ever scared. He was a fool in that aspect, not being scared of so many things. But gods, he decided right then and there that they were something to both fear and love. "...Are you a god, then?" He finally asked. He almost was reluctant to, how foolish he'd feel if his mind had been running away with him, if he was wrong in his accusation.


Baneful

Mrost's slitted eyes lit up at the mention of seers, if there was one thing in the world he wanted to know more about it was those mortal anomalies, lions he'd only heard stories about and refuted claims they could see the future of gods and mortals alike. "Seers you say? A mythical breed of lion, one I've yet to see prove themselves in anything more than hollow words. As for training, the Mistweavers and jungle dwellers would have little to teach." he almost snarled in disgust "They favour peace over true skill. Perhaps they'll teach you to eat mango or some other irrelevant skill."

He ignored the fear he saw in the lion's gaze, in some cases fear was an emotion that picked up on danger before all the others and could save your life in the right situation, and in his fickle and easily changable prescence some individuals had a right to be slightly on edge.

He smirked darkly. "You are more perceptive than I gave you credit for. Yes, I am a god. War. Known rather more informally as Mrost."


Lethrossen
He was almost offended at the words spoken out against his homeland, but it didn't matter much. The only reason he liked his home was for it's beauty, not for its dwellers. Though at the mango comment his lips twitched, as if he was about to smile and then surpressed it. "I need to start somewhere. I know not of others with this gift... well, none older than myself. A gift is no gift unless you understand it." What use was a gift that one didn't understand, often times misunderstood gifts could easily be turned into curses. Fedha was often alone, and often had time to think about these kinds of things. He didn't rot his mind with play and bravado of being better than the other lions his age. Well, better strength wise anyways. He told himself he was smarter than the majority of them.

A god of war? Fedha was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. A bad thing, more likely. He wondered when this one would stir things up... perhaps it would even come to him in his dreams? He'd finally figured out that those odd dreams, the ones he could tell apart from his sleep-dreams, were part of his seer gift. Though they were often confusing, because he didn't know what the majority of the happenings represented. His tail pressed tightly against his paws, still curled around him. "Mrost." He tried the name out on his tongue, it was slightly odd but easy none the less. "I am Fedha'Kialio. It is interesting to meet you." He added, though often he didn't add things like that to his greetings. It wasn't a nice meeting, it was too nerve racking for the boy to find it nice. Most meetings weren't nice anyways, they were strange. Held between two strangers. Though he would not lie to himself, this was an interesting meeting. "I had envisioned gods to have wings more simular to birds... though it might have been a foolish thought, I know little." He murmered, trying to figure out if maybe this god's wings were just odd in their form. "Unless many gods have many different wing types." Ah, already his interest in flight was beginning to grow, meeting Mrost would only be the seed that planted the interest.


Baneful


Mrost was completely oblivious to the fact that the lion before him possessed the gift that he wanted to harness, an ability that even he as a god could never claim to have. However, as Fedha mentioned his "gift" he could only raise one eyebrow in surprise. He tried to maintain his indifference but that glittering greed and powerlust in his slitted gaze was unmistakeable. "Gift? You seek Seers to cultivate your own abilities?" Now he was interested and it took a lot to get and hold Mrost's interest. "I too seek the nature of Seers, there is a lion I seek who eludes me due to that gift, a lion who destroys all he comes into contact with and who must be found."

He decided that pleasantries were the way to go in this case, ignoring his typical inclination to snappishness for now. "Indeed, it is equally interesting to meet you."

At the comment on his wings, Mrost narrowed his eyes, clearly a touchy subject with him. "Yes. They were feathered once. Feathers I tore off for reasons of efficiency on the battlefield." That hadn't been the only reason bu he wasn't about to admit that he had a thing about eating feathers. "But gods vary, some do not even have wings at all."


Lethrossen

Fedha didn't like that gaze, not one bit. He said nothing though, shifting in his spot. "..." He wasn't sure what to say to this. A lion who could teach him? "And do you have any inklings of where he is hiding from you?" Yes, if he asked the right questions he could gain his own knowledge to this mystory lion, and he could find him his self. Though if he was a destructive fellow... "Why does he feel the need to destroy so much?" He said slowly, brows raising.

The fur on his neck started to stand on edge at the narrowed eyes of the god, and Fedha decided to drop that subject. "Ah, I see." Was all he said in refrence to it, more interested in the seer for now.


Baneful

"Yes. He is in or around the Pridelands though every time I get near him he moves elsewhere or hides. Someone mentioned once that it's probably because he can see glimpses of the future, spotting me before I arrive. What I want to know is how to get around these premonitions, how to have him slip up, the only lion I could ask a question like that is a seer itself." he smirked bitterly "Even the gods do not understand your kind nor why they exist."

He laughed bitterly "As for why he causes so much destruction, he is my son. It is hard to do anything else when you are the son of war. However, he has no control over his nature where I do, he has to be captured and...re-educated." The only education Mrost intended to give Na if he caught him was instruction in a swift and painful death.

"But yes. Is it true Seers can see the future or possibilities therof?" If so, he was going to make every effort to ensnare one into his army and use them as a tool of war.


Lethrossen
Of course he'd just been in the pridelands and he had no luck running into such a lion. Only those two cubs, setting him off on a path that had been wrong anyways. But he had felt that meeting was supposed to be life-changing, he had dreamed it to be so. Though since it was the case it had led him to this god, which was interesting in itself. And the god-meeting had lit up information he would have never known otherwise, of this seer of destruction. A god's son! Fedha could feel himself grow a little jealous. To be born from the gods... surely that was an accomplishment in itself, though it was no accomplishment the being itself could make.

So they gods, all of them, did not understand the seers? This was interesting... It certainly made Fedha feel even better amongst his peers. More intelligent and more special, something the gods did not understand. Though he was beginning to catch onto this game Mrost was playing, or at least had inklings of it. He needed a seer to figure out the capture of another seer. Fedha was a seer, if a very undeveloped one.

"I..." Fedha frowned thoughtfully. He could not lie out-right of this, he'd never had a preminition come true. Well, perhaps this one is in the process. "I do not know entirely. My visions come through.. my dreams. I am not certain of them at all... an obvious reason why I too seek out seers." He said slowly, carefully. He certainly didn't want to anger this god. "I just know that one such dream is beginning to lead me on this path... the dream gave me a feeling of life-changing. And here I am." Ah maybe he shouldn't be sharing this information with him...


Baneful

"A life changing premonition you say?" he smirked critically. "Meeting me has been life changing to quite a number of lions." Some for the better, some for the worse, he thought. "Though perhaps these powers only gain accuracy with time and practice, you are still young mortal, maybe time it all it will take." He shook his head "Such a waste that you seek the tutelage of the Mistweavers, they will teach you of the pleasantries of your visions, of how they can be used to aid others, ancient mysticism and nonsense. You will never know the true power you weild, power that allows my son to even evade the eyes of the gods!" he grinned wickedly, there was a twisted pride in Na's continued existance, the same pleasure was derived from tracking him that a cat would derive from toying with a mouse. When he caught him it was game over and a new quarry would have to be found.

"Perhaps the life changing choice is one you will inevitably have to make, go the way of the mistweavers, living out your days in peace in the secluded jungle, or seize your gift with both claws and make something of yourself." He stood up again.

"In this world there is little need for elders, the truly ambitious forget their own path, make their own rules and it is they who eventually challenge the stuffiness of their elders and change the world."


Lethrossen
Probably for many he ment life changing as in their lives ended. Fedha shuddered lightly at the thought. "The mistweavers have no seers that I'm aware of. I was heading to a different jungle." He said after a moment, tail flicking away from him uneasily. There was a knot growing in his stomach, a very large one. Fedha was amazed and awed at this god's son. Thinking about it he knew he needed to find this lion. To evade the gods was an accomplishment few of only this one male could boast of. Thoug Fedha thought Evading a god was maybe a stupid thing to do... if you evaded once you must keep evading, surely you're on bad terms if you need to be hiding.

"What... is your son's name?" Yes, Fedha wanted his power. His teaching. Though it was doubtful that he could even gain it, a slim chance. He was not sure if this was what Mrost had intended, he certainly knew that if in some crazed way he got in good with Mrost's son... well Mrost could find the other all the easier, couldn't he? It didn't matter. Fedha was sick of the headaches and sick of the misunderstanding he had of these dreams... he wanted answers.


Baneful

Mrost waved off this misunderstanding on his part "One jungle is very like another and the lions similar in their traditional ways, in all likliness they'd have nothing to teach other than their own experience and experience is something you can get on your own." He smirked, glad that he had interested this lion in his son, if he had managed to interest him enough perhaps it would be he that could lead him to Na, bypassing the visions.

"His name is Na-Be." he cackled "He acts like an idiot but do not let appearances be deceiving, there is more to him than first meets the eye." He remembered vividly the lion who had challenged him for Palesa, that arrogant and cocky tone, composed posture, that had been the true Na, not the bumbling whimpering buffoon he'd encountered before.


Lethrossen
]Na-Be. Fedha commited that name to memory. Would he run from a mortal? Would he even know of Fedha's coming... would Fedha dream of this other, even? And more interesting... it seemed that Na could see the future while awake. Fedha wondered if he could learn to do this as well, or if the gift simply came in different forms.

"Then I shall not seek out the jungle.. I will find a more capable being." He murmered, eyes flicking away from Mrost and toward the pridelands. He was not sure if he should just bid the other a fare well and leave, or wait for dismissal. He was eager to get back to the pridelands now. "I must leave you though, as urgent business has just come up." And it was obvious to bother what the business was!

He stood slowly, bowing his head to Mrost. "Thank you for this encounter." He said, though it wasn't as if Mrost had known of Fedha before this all and seeked him out, it was a chance meeting.


Baneful

"Do that and you will reap the rewards." the blue god stated almost cryptically. "I wish you the best of luck seeking out this lion." It was in both their interests, it seemed. "Farewell." was his simple and blunt statement before, with a single bound, he launched himself into the air, snapped out his wings and in a few casual flaps, glided off, seeming to be going in another direction than the pridelands but with every intention to divert his course when he was out of sight.

Seers were such coincidental creatures, you never did know when you'd find one or what they could do for you.

However Mrost wasn't fond of wildcards in "his" world, turning well laid plans into a game of chance.

Eventually they'd all need to go.


Lethrossen

Fedha watched him launch into the air with a bit of jealousy pooring into his heart. One day he would fly... he would. He began to head back for the pridelands at a slow pace, he had a lot of thinking and sorting out to do. He was still unsure if he was falling into this god's game move or if he was making a move himself. Perhaps they were both making a similar move, and only in the end would Fedha know who's move would place the victory on the player's head.

He had two goals in mind, though. Only time, or dreams, would tell if he could reach these goals.