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 Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 4:42 pm
K'Anatak was in the roguelands again, he'd been to a few places now, lost in thought, traveling where his paws carried him. He still tried to find him, the one from his past he never knew, the one that was lost. The one his mother had told he and his brother stories of, the one...who once owned the silver ring on his tail.
He remembered when his mother gave it to him, K'Anatak got one as well as his brother, a supposed gift from the one never present. K'Anatak could barely remember his mother now, she had been gone for a while, he and his brother separated from her when they were only cubs. He wondered if he would ever see her again.
Now he was still on his search, to find the missing part of his soul. Hopefully, before his brother came to this plain. Perhaps today would be better, but alas, K'Anatak did not know what he looked like. He did remember a story though, from his mother before he shut his black eyes and fell into sleep;
Feathers.
Something about feathers...
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 4:54 pm
Mrost was again wandering. Since his encounter with Eir, he had wanted to stretch his legs again, get some strength back into them. He had a feeling some big event loomed on the horizon, something that would alter things quite a bit for him. He was no seer but he could feel restlessness on the air and that was enough.
His tail flicked at his heels as he walked, his slitted eyes scanning the horizon.
He froze. There was another of his kind nearby, this was something most gods could feel, simply in the way the fabric of the world seemed to bend to accommodate them. He smirked, perhaps he could go stir up some trouble with them.
Turning he trotted off in the direction of the signal, finally spotting a white figure not too far off, he made his way nearer, waiting until he was within earshot before stating loudly. "Laziness is not an admirable trait."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:03 pm
What to do...maybe go west from here? No, he had been that way, north then? No, too far to travel to lands he had not already been to. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't he just remember a face or color or voice? K'Anatak even had trouble remembering his mother's voice sometimes, but he could hear it perfectly in his dreams.
Someone else was coming.
K'Anatak turned his pitch black gaze onto another, brighter blue lion, a god, he was mistaken by now seeing the strange wings right away. Such interesting colors...armor? It was silver-ish...it made his mind boggle. Could it be? No. Perhaps this one would have recognized K'Anatak face, or the sivler ring, neither seemed to show yet.
"Not being lazy, just thinking, which way to go now...trying to find someone..." K'Anatak offered teh stranger a smile, flicking his tail to the side, "I'm K'Anatak, may I ask for your name stranger?" Such an interesting character, why did he feel a connection though? K'Anatak ruffled his wings and pulled them closer now, made him feel more comfortable.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:15 pm
Mrost gave the other lion a long, most critical stare, his eyes, as always serving as sheer concealing walls that hid his thoughts from view. He recognised that fur from somewhere, though he couldn't recall where. His life before being sealed was a blur of pleasures and indulgences, not clear images but still there was something niggly, deja vu-like, about K'Anatak.
Recognition hit him at the name, the blurred memories taking the shape of two little balls of fluff that he had tried to ignore and block out of his mind, to forget about so that he could go on with his partyboy life, thoughtless of the trials of those he left in his wake.
He looked away, pretending to be more interested in the horizon than the god in front of him with those always-tormenting feathers.
"Mrost." he stated gruffly "My name is Mrost. God of War."
He just hoped that the boy didn't know his name.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:26 pm
Mrost? Where did he hear that from, his mother? Perhaps it was some funny word his brother had made up in a game sometime. Something eery about Mrost, familiar, that armor, almost silver. He glanced to the ring on his tail, it glinted in the sun rays that touched it, and it gleamed.
Was he?
K'Anatak wondered, but Mrost seemed to say nothing. He sighed, perhaps this was a dead end again. But his armor, it was just so striking that it remsebled the ring so much. But Mrost would've said somehting...right? Damn it! Where had he heard that name before?
"Mrost, a strong name for you," strong. That word made K'Anatak think of his brother, the blackness of his pelt, the striking of his eyes upon him when they were young. It made his fur almost stand on end, thinking his brother was almost hunting for him this day.
Then he thought of something, a long word his mother told him once in a story, about someone of power, protection, strength, "Mrost...that wouldn't be short for something...would it?" he asked curiously, "short for.... Mrostadamnusspectrulupis?" it was a wonder he could still remember it, could this really be him?
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:38 pm
Mrost was edgy of the thoughtful look K'anatak was giving him, it seemed more and more likely by the second that he was remembered but it seemed he had left it too late to get the hell out of there and now he'd have to face whatever came his way. It was the name that finalised it though, very few earthly creatures knew his true name, the name that detailed his origins and history in it's symbolic representation.
He didn't look round for a time, the slightest frown tugging at his features. Here was one of the lions who he'd abandoned, left behind, aware that to involve himself in their lives would be to drag them into his cycle of destruction and debauchery. He had hoped that they would get by without him, unaffected by the evils of the world. It seemed that they had, at least the white one had, he knew nothing of the other.
Slowly, as though each word took effort he said.
"Yes. It would be." he said matter-of-factly "And there would be only one source you could have learned that from. It is knowledge known only to those of my kin."
He flicked his tail, giving K'a a grudging stare. "And there lies why you know it. Son."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:46 pm
So it was true. Mrost was his...father. Finally, after all the years of not knowing a face, hearing a voice, only having a vague word, a name to go by. After all his searching, K'Anatak had found him, and it seemed like he had before his brother had.
In respect to his father, K'Anatak stood and bowed his head, almost to the ground, and back up, smiling at him. His body held the anticipation within him, K'Anatak did not hate Mrost for not being there, for not being with his mother or being in his life when he was young. He was just glad that he knew now, finally had a face to his father.
"I remember, seeing you once, it was at night...your silouette, I think that was the nigth you might have given her them," he said, flicking his tail to the ring would jingle a bit, he was referring to the rings. He never had known the significance of them, only that they may have belonged to his father. "I'm glad I found you after so long father," he was going to say dad, but thought father was more respectful.
Then he remembered another thing.
K'Anatak reached behind him and pulled a few feathers free, they began to shimmer a bit, a little bit of K'Anatak's sura still within them. The place that had veen taken from quickly had new feathers. He offered them in his paw out to Mrost, "She told me, us, that you liked them..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:59 pm
Mrost's chilly expression softened almost imperceptibly at K'anatak's bow. He always reacted best to respect and most of the time felt obliged to give it in return. He might have been War, but even the most battle hardened soldier knows how to react with politeness to someone on the same side. Some of the ignored guilt seemed to lift at the realisation that K'a did not grudge him the missing years as much as Mrost himself would have supposed he might. It was an eye opener. Here he had been only a few days ago, stunned that it was possible for gods to have godlings when he had been ignoring two of them for a very very long time.
He remembered the night in question too. It had been the last time he had seen the two cubs before heading off into the starry sky and back to his irresponsible life. Still, he had felt that he had to leave something with them, some reminder of where they came from, so the rings had been his choice, and the names he left them, named in the style he was, the letters out of order. In their case it had been after an implement of war, one of his most favoured swords ever used.
"I remember that time." he stated. "It was a very long time ago but I remember it. It was the night I decided I'd never get that involved with anyone again." he smirked bitterly "Walking out that night was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do."
The smirk unmoving, he took the feather from K'Anatak and rather than eat it for a change, he held out a wing slightly and placed it under the illusion that concealed his feathers. He'd never actually say what he had just done, not even to K'a.
He had placed the white feather amidst his own on one of his wings, intending to find his other son and get a companion for the other one. A trivial keepsake so that he would not forget again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:07 pm
It touched K'Anatak to know that night Mrost had left, that it was hard. But he understood why, he was the god of war, probably not the best realm to raise two cubs up into, but K'Anatak would never know that for sure. He ahd to develop his pwoers on his own, along with his brother. Without his mother.
"She missed you...I wonder if she smiles upon us now...that we found eachother." K'Anatak said , lowering his eyes to the ground, he hadn't paid too much attention to Mrost's hiding of his feather, he wondered if Mrost might get teh hint of that K'Anatak believed his mother gone now...dead, among the stars in the sky at night.
"You may have more if you wish father...I can heal them back, perhaps, it was you that gave me that gift, so that we could connect in another way besides blood... that I could do something for you..." he said now looking at Mrost. K'Anatak then thought of something, his wings lowered a little bit,
"I'm sorry, I didn't find you sooner...I tried to make my powers great, so that I could show you one day...and make you proud..." K'Anatak then thought of his brother, how he always tried to be better and be greater, he wondered how long it would be until he would come for him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:21 pm
Mrost gave K'Anatak a wry grin, he had cared about his mother the same way he cared about all those he had left in those days, carelessly squandering the emotions of others. Still, he hoped that wherever she was, alive or otherwise, there was some comfort in the happiness of her son.
He shook his head "I need no more for now." other god's feathers he would eat en masse but not the feathers of those of the same blood. He was odd like that, seeing most things as a sort of convoluted ritual, with rules that he made up as he went along. "And I ask nothing of you since I gave you nothing." His tone was cold but that was generally the way he always was when not in battle, logical.
He smirked at the white god's comment that he would have wished to be stronger.
"You made it to adulthood without me around and managed to stay respectable. That much makes me proud."
That and the fact that here before him stood a fellow pureblood god, not soiled and tainted by mortal blood as the abomination Na-Be was.
"Besides, few creatures who carry my bloodline could ever be considered weak." he smirked. Apparently his arrogance could creep into any conversation.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:28 pm
K'Anatak stood before Mrost, he was proud that he had finally found him, he, before his brother did. "Perhaps, in a manner, but you gave me this," he said referring to the ring, "that gave me strength, to want to be strong like you...she told us stories of you, how strong you were, it made me want to be strong as you are..." he was glad he made Mrost proud, it seemed like this was perfect.
K'Anatak finally found the missing piece.
"True, any with your blood would be strong, he is, he is looking for you as well, he is different then I though...but just the same, wanted to make you proud by growing strong..." K'Anatak adn his brother were like wing and yang, balck and white, almost complete opposites of eachother, but still being part of one another.
K'Anatak did not think of Mrost's arrogance in a bad way, he actually saw it in his character, he was War afterall, he was strong and confident in his own way, he could not blame his father for that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:47 pm
Mrost laughed "If all it took to make you want to be powerful was a simple trinket then you really are of my blood. Ambition must be hereditary. Always seek to be the best at what you do. You have found me and with that comes the burden of maintaining the reputation that I hold dear. Do not make a mockery of our bloodline as I trust you not to. Choose your allies carefully and your enemies even moreso."
He looked gladdened by the news of his other child's continued wellbeing, different in nature to K'a or not. "I hope that he, like you, finds me again. You both deserve to meet the one who left your mother alone."
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 11:48 am
K'Anatak nodded at Mrost, fluttering his wings a bit, making himself look a bit bigger, "I would never disgrace our family's blood or pride, I promise you that," it was ironic K'Anatak's brother was the god of pride. he not of honor, but of reflection, which was a crucial part in everyone's life at some point or another. "He has grown some, I don't know if he has gotten the size of me yet, he grew slower for some reason, but perhaps he is as big as us now. You never truly left her, she spoke of you in stories to us all the time, I think she dreamt of you always being by her side during each day passing."
The thought of enemies, he wondered if there were any he should be wary of, since he was Mrost's son afterall, perhaps some hated Mrost, and thus would hate his blood, "Are there any I should be wary of father? Any that might try to spill our blood?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 9:16 am
Mrost nodded to K'Anatak, glad that he took at least some pride in maintaining family honour. At the news of his other son, he could only smirk faintly, he himself had been somewhat stunted in growth, perhaps he had been the less fortunate of the two, inheriting Mrost's slowed growth.
Still, hearing of the memories K'a's mother had held of him all that time made him somewhat guilty, she had really deserved a lion who would not have simply run off to continue his promiscuous lifestyle leaving her to look after the kids. He could only hope that his absence had been of benefit to the two boys, leaving them to make their own way in life.
"Tanaka. My brother. Beware of him. He holds a hatred equal in intensity for me, to that I hold for him. He is a massive white demon of a lion, wings torn and ruined. Should you meet him, don't tell you of your parentage if you value your continued existance." he smirked, not mentioning that there was a probability that it was from the same gene as Tanaka that K'a inherited his flat colouration.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 9:30 am
K'Anatak noted his father's words, every one was important, espceially of this one named Tanaka, so his father has a brother? That meant he ahd an uncle, a very demonic one at that. He hoped he would never cross Tanaka, he wouldn't want to have to deal with such a thing.
"Then I will avoid him at all costs, I don't want my blood to spill, it's a sacredthing to me, just as our bond father," K'Anatak said with a bow. He never really liked getting hurt, having a wound bleed, he felt like everytime he did that, a piece of him was lost. Some of his father's blood, Mrosts' blood was lost to the earth.
"I wish to warn you then as well father, there's a dark pelted goddess I came across, she has red markings upon her pelt, and eyes are silver and striking, she's dangerous, had much anger in her heart, she couldn't control herself and attacked me the other day..." K'Anatak spoke, he didn't want Mrost to come across her, what was her name? He couldn't quite remember.
"I don't know where she is now, but I fear she is a danger, even to you possibly.."
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