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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 2:51 pm
Red eyes ever alert watched the area around him, waiting for something to happen that would spark his involvement and the life of another. Strange, he didn't think anyone would be this ways out here yet he waited on the Pride Land border. When he had decided to leave the Elephant Graveyard to travel to see what the big deal was with the Pride Lands, he'd never thought it'd be so dull. Why did his father want him to go there? For a Pride that would help him. No, that peace-loving group would not help him, it would only corrupt. The Pride Lands was not a place for the likes of a blood-thirsty, femalizing lion like him.
He didn't know much about his family, only that his mother was killed by hyenas and that his father was the only one else. Lies, it was only when he died did he tell him of a brother and uncle. Stupid old coot...a brother and uncle? Who were they, he'd kill them himself. No one should share his genes, his genes were his. If he were to pass them on, then so be it, but knowing there was something related to him....a brother and uncle....
His paws laid one over the other, his body laying across a relatively large boulder. The shade of the acacia gave decent shade, yet his fur was still heated from the Africa sun. Curse his genes of his father's. His frown grew dull even to him. He began to idly nibbled on the end of one of his bangs, purring softly to himself. If today had no event, the blood of an innocent would be on his paws.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:52 pm
((I'd need to set this prior to the cubnapping plot for it to work just right :3 That okay?))
Mrost hated the pridelands, the peace there was like a shard in his mind every time he crossed the borders. There hadn't been a war there in the longest time and though the recent death of the king had shaken the foundations somewhat there was still an irritating atmosphere to that lands, one of contentment in a land grown lush over the years. He snorted derisively, it made him feel ill. Today he was merely scouting out the lay of the land, a small preparation for the kidnapping he had brewing in his head. He would strike a tactical blow to those he most hated and it would be a glorious victory if he could pull it off.
He walked casually through the lands, not even concealed by his usual illusion, armour polished to perfection, his tail waving behind him. Any lion could find him, he could care less, he could flee in the air if things got really dangerous and he wouldn't venture so far in that he'd be entirely weakened. The borders were much better.
His near impermeable confidence only actually allowed him to notice Kinari when he was almost upon him, he stopped in his tracks and glowered at the figure under the acacia, instantly chalking him as one of the fat, lazy pridelanders. At least until he got a proper look at him and noted his gaunt, lithe frame and the scars that marked his fur. He wasn't a pampered, born and raised pridelander, that much was obvious.
He smirked but said nothing, for now at least.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:11 pm
((I have no troubles with that. :3 ))
Kinari still eyed the lands before him. Green grass needed to be tarnished by the streaks of red, the sky needed to burn into twilight, the moment before darkness, and this happy atmosphere...needed to be gone. He could only snarl at the thought of his father, a strong, wise lion wanting him to come to this tree-hugging place. Pathetic. Has his father soften over the years before his death? So weak to fall ill and die before long and his last words were to come here. Hah, he'd rather die.
He sighed softly knowing that he would have to get off his temporary perch and run down there to slaughter something. However, by the time he sat up, his fur bristled a bit. The male's nose flared with the new scent of a strange tangy smell and that of blood and anger. He closed his eyes and flicked his tail.
"You there, who are you and what business you have here?"
He asked casually. The stranger may not be able to see it, but he was smirking his devious smirk. He knew the scent of the battle field too well, considering the numbers he has been on were relatively low. But this might make things interesting and may keep his interest long enough to spare an innocent prey beast's life.
"You're scent...it reeks of some death. Tell me, have you ever seen a battlefield as large as the one that sits before us here?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:30 pm
Mrost sat down as Kinari spoke, not out of deference but out of a kind of interest. It wasn't often that mortals reacted to him with interest over fear or hatred, after all, finding war lurking in your lands was rarely a good omen. He almost immediately chalked this rusty coloured lion as one of a like mind. Any lion so tuned to the scent of death that they could detect the scent that lay across his fur immovably was obviously already very far down the path of darkness. He grinned like a lion who knows a joke the rest of the world hadn't quite caught onto yet, his tail curling sensuously behind him, often the only outward sign of his thoughts, his body language military and secretive.
"My business?" he grinned. "My business is my own, I don't make a habit of divesting it to strangers."
But in exchange for the other lion's question his smirk evolved into a dark cackle.
"Of course. I've seen battlefields that would make you think these lands little more than a brawling patch, where entire generations of creatures can die in a day to have their eyes pecked out by the ravens. I have been on every battlefield there ever has been and ever will be. I would like to think so." he said with a wicked grin. "After all, I /am/ War."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:46 pm
"You are war. I have never heard of such a thing as someone to be able to take a position on every battlefield. If so then you would know me. Not many know of me....for those who do have already died and I saw to it. My foes always fall to my claws if they dare cross me. I may be weak, but I make sure my task done."
He spoke, remaining where he was. He had his fair share of fights throughout his life. When he was a cub, he fought with his father many a times, some prey beasts who were unwilling to die for him. As he grew, those who he fought grew challenging; lions, hyenas, larger game, and of course his father. Every once in a while, he would pick fights though he was not one to instigate. He could not help but obtain that feeling he much wanted, needed....that feeling of dominance.
"You are right, your business is your own. But for someone who reeks of such a scent to wander so close to such a place like this just peeks an interest. You have a title I see. I too have one that I have given myself, self-proclaimed. You must've seen the eyes of those you killed, the terror in their eyes before they die. You may call me "The Terror of Death" if you so wish, but my name is Kinari. What you call me, I do not care."
Kinari rose to his feet and arched his back, giving a strange cracking noise before straighting his body. Carefully the mortal came down from his post, the dark bangs, that have been cleansed of the blood of many and yet maintain the taste of their life-giving fluid, hung down over his head, covering his closed eyes. His brown fur ripped over his muscles as he walked toward the scent. His body riddling with the scars of his past conflicts with those who've challenged him and have lost or ran in shame. He sat down and opened his eyes, his deep, blood-red eyes to the blue being before him. It took a moment to get the idea of what was standing before him and smirked again.
"So...it is not so much who are you now....but what."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 8:09 pm
Mrost listened to the lion almost dismissively, as always maintaining an air of disinterest when really he was listening intently. He knew of Kinari's ambition as he knew of the ambition of others but did not know of him in any more detail than his forays into battle, it was impossible to keep track of all of the battles that went on all of the time, no living being could ever manage it. Still, he didn't comment that he knew only a meagre amount about the lion before him, the odd scrap of a fight here and there but little else, still it was more than he knew about most. "I do know you, at least, the you who fought in the past. Short of that is not my business nor my interest, mortals are brief." He couldn't help but grin again at that seemingly private joke as Kinari informed him of his title, his self-given name. Hakan had a title too, "Dark Warrior." and a hundred thousand other warriors and murderers adopted their own alias to cover their ends. It made the murder of others more tolerable and the infamy more potent when people spoke in hushed whispers of a name known to belong to one individual.
"To me you are Kinari, to other mortals perhaps your name has meaning but to me it is nothing but showboating, an admirable trait but not one I myself appreciate. Most call me Mrost but my names are many and varied, choose what you will." he shrugged, folding his wings more tightly against his fur.
Mrost's cold slitted gaze followed Kinari down from where he sat, noting his scars and muscles as he did so, almost instinctively sizing up all he came across for their battle worthiness. This particular lion seemed one of a dying breed, a creature of malevolance and hatred. The god could care what motivated him, all that mattered was that this male could be useful if his own desires could be directed along a similar path to Mrost's own.
Honesty, he decided, was one answer.
"What I am? My kind has no name that I know of. We just are. Born of a domain or born /into/ a domain, I have no idea which. Some mortals call us gods, some demons, others refuse our existance entirely." he stretched his wings decadently as if to prove a point. "But as far as I'm concerned I'm as real as the next guy."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 1:11 pm
"God, Demon, Refusal of an existence....in the end, you exist and they will realize that soon enough."
He ducked his head to chuckle a bit before bringing it back up. This strange, winged lion was a first sight for him, but he had seen so many things throughout his life that he began not to care about them anymore. He was what he was and Kinari simply accepted that fact. Mortals are indeed brief, he had to admit. Mortals fought over trivial things and mortals kill one another for many reasons. In so life is brief, however there was that old philosophy of "The Circle of Life" Live, Die, Source. One is born, lives, dies, returns to the earth which the animals feed, the predators eat, eventually die and the cycle continues. A tiresome process to think about but it makes some sense.
"Mrost...what I find amusing is that you believed that I called myself "The Terror of Death". It was mere babble from me. I call myself nothing but my own birth name. Given to me, branded into my mind, it is what I am known by. I cannot simply cover it with a stupid title as you said. However, I rather not care if another called themselves "The Dancing Pixie". For all I care is the results of their actions. Results is all that matters."
He shrugged to himself and stared back into the Pride Lands once again.
"There will be a war in that land soon enough...even if I am the one that may have to lead it. I suppose I yearn for the adrenaline of the kill, the hunt, the fight, and the terror of it all. However I am not one to start things, push comes to shove."
"Now Mrost, tell me more about yourself rather me telling you about me. I am sure a God of War (I would assume) has an interesting life to be meandering around here. Be it none of my business, my curiousity gets the better of me when I am face to face with a strong being that would be worth of a good struggle."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 12:57 pm
Mrost listened patiently to what Kinari had to say, his domain dictating that he know how to deal with those who considered themselves powerful and dangerous. Kinari's positive comments made him smile though. They would know he existed eventually, but by the time the mortals did, he'd be long gone, moved on. He nodded to Kinari's correction about his title. "Indeed. Though you'd be surprised how many lions, initially believing that a title given in jest is nothing, die, leaving nothing but that name behind them to title their legacy." No one ever remembered Mrost, only War, his name forgotten from history every time he himself vanished.
The blue god eyed the pridelands and could not suppress the sadistic grin that curved across his muzzle at the thought of war raging on those irritatingly peaceful lands, murder tiptoeing through their dens and treachery in their ranks. "Yes. There will be war in the Pride Lands again, war is never banished forever." he eyed Kinari "And it dictates it's own leaders when it happens, never the other way around. Often the ones who think they shall lead never do." he shrugged, knowing that for now, the thrill of the fight was but a distant dream to these lands.
He flicked his bladed tail idly, looking disinterested. "Curiosity doesn't bother me. Why I am I here? I have come to locate something I want. Something important to my future plans. It's a risk but one I am willing to take."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:12 pm
"Behind them to title their legacy. It is interesting how amateurs run head first into a fight and end up without it when it is over. Mrost, have you ever trusted anyone? With your life and your power? I once did, I had a group when I was younger who stayed with me. Often times they would pick fights with anything that passed our little area and we'd end up in such a pathetic fight. However, I trusted. They were strong, loyal, took orders like one should. Until another lion came and quickly demolished the ranks. One by one they were hurt and the next thing I knew they fled leaving me alone. Pathetic, I trusted them to stand by me, to do as I said, but no, they left me. My wounds prove that I have lived and learned from my mistakes. My scars prove that I had made my mistakes. I am proud of them."
He smirked as he realized that he was jabbering again. Had a slight habit of talking about something completely off-topic and then eventually it will come back to bite him in the rump. Kinari smirked again and let out a breath.
"The Pride Lands...one day there will be a war, and I am sure I will see you there."
The mortals ears perked up and his head turned back to the God. His red eyes twitched for a quick second and narrowed. What was he up to? He was to locate something for future plans? Perhaps Kinari had found it once and left it. Wonder what it was.
"May I be of any assisstance, War?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:53 pm
Mrost listened intently to what he had to say, his expression seeming oddly distant as the other lion spoke of the cowardice of those he had called his allies. A wry smirk curved across his face at his own memory. "Yes. I know exactly what that is like. I trusted in error once before, it resulted in a battle where my strongest and most loyal generals fell one by one to the traitor's attack." He said nothing of the final, humiliating blow dealt to him as he lay bleeding, dying without his followers to strengthen his attacks and orders. He still bore the scar on his forehead where his former friend had turned on him and sent him back into the darkness. He curled his lip in distaste. "It is in my domain to trust others, one cannot create an army without placing at least some trust in others." he snorted "If I had a choice though, I'd damn all lions to hell, every one is just a traitor waiting for the opportunity to sink in their claws."
He smirked at Kinari "And it's always the opportunists, the clever ones like yourself who are most inclined to turn, I've found. It's a survival trait in some."
He nodded "Even if you do not see me, I'll be there in some fashion, I have no option but to be." he raised a brow "Well, yes, you could be of help I suppose. I seek a lion named Na-Be, an idiot, a bumbling fool of a lion. He has outstayed his welcome on this world."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 8:08 pm
He chuckled. A story oh too familiar. A lion who trusted many only to be turned against. He too felt a devestating blow at that. He remembered that his father would not allow him to wander any longer without his eyes on him. He could not hunt. He could not leave to the water hole. Even to do his business his father had to be nearby. That old fool...he should have died sooner. But....it was when he was gone did Kinari ever feel remorse for the things he said. Sometimes saying them again makes him remember. He turned his head to the side and out to the Pride Lands. This was the place where he had wanted him to go...to find someone named Sarabi. Pfft, like he'd ever bother finding some female. Females came to him, not the other way around. The only ones he went for were....well, if he doesn't go lookin' for females there was only one other gender. A smirk. Males, such a dominating species, always fun to play with. Then his attention snapped back and his red crimson eyes narrowed back on Mrost.
"Are you saying that I would betray you? As much as it would seem, I don't betray that easily. The only way I would stray my loyalty is if a good mating was about. And I doubt that would happen, War. Besides, I think I'm rather fond of you. We seem to have a lot in common."
He sneered and looked back out into the Pride Lands. Na-be. That would be remembered now, what connection did this one have for him? It already showed that this one disliked this Na-be.
"So... am I to eliminate this thing or would you prefer the pleasure of this? Either way, it would be a rather enlighting pleasure to work under you, War."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 8:34 pm
Mrost looked somewhat pleased at Kinari's distaste at the implication that he would turn traitor easily. He flicked his dangerous tail and smirked. "I don't know wether or not you would betray me if it came down to it, it takes months, years to ever be able to honestly tell that. But for now I will take your word for it and hope that it never comes down to finding out, eh?" he grinned deviously before continuing "But yes, likewise, I don't generally waste my breath on useless and hopeless lions, the fact I have actually managed to get a sustained and intelligent conversation out of you is to that merit."
He followed the other lion's gaze out to the pridelands, hating every inch of it's perfection, it's calm tranquility, wishing with all his soul and being that he could tear the trees up by their roots and just burn the land to dust, utter destruction, root Na-Be out and make him answer for his cowardice. "Kill him if you get the chance, his blood is something I'd hate to sully my paws with. It's a very powerful bloodline too, one wasted on his pathetic failure. Spill that blood and I will be in your debt, and war's debts are often paid back with interest."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 8:50 pm
"I am glad I an rewarded with some merit for whatever intelligent conversation you got from me. I was just speaking my mind, nothing much else. You spoke of yours I spoke of my own in response, simple. Attack and counter and counter again. Just make sure the other side cannot tempt me with any.... goods and I would be bound to your command given the circumstances. Just don't be surprised if a female follower suddenly becomes pregnant."
He laughed. He had mated with many females and surprised he saw little of them from point forward or even his offsprings. Perhaps they all killed themselves after mating with him, regardless, he did what they asked and reaped his reward if they liked it or not. But lately....it seemed nothing interested anymore. Not a single reason to mate has driven him, motivated him into such acts. Was he losing his touch? Damn.... he needed that feeling of dominance again..... he needed to find something to kill, to overwhelm.
"Well, well, if I am not mistaken....this Na-be must be of some royal bloodline or something similar if his bloodline sounds so powerful. But if it involves blood, surely this will work out just fine," he smirked and looked back at the larger male. "My father had told me to go there and seek out some wretch called Sarabi. I had planned on going there, take as many females (or males) and just leave. But I did not feel like it, too lazy I suppose. But if he is here, then I got reason to." Kinari cracked the digits on his paws by pulling them into a paw. "Oh this is gonna be fun. I just hope you don't mind if you aren't able to recornize him after I am done. So, Mrost, War, is there anything else I must know before I got seeking out this 'pathetic failure'?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 7:32 am
Mrost gave Kinari a satisfied smirk for his comments, indeed, this rather cunning lion was one after his own heart, his thoughts seemed to echo the sentiments he had so valued in his own generals, in those whom had served as his comrades in Storm Valley and who would hopefully serve alongside him once again very soon. At the comment of Mrost's female followers, he laughed darkly. "Carnal inclinations often foster others. Any female follower of mine would take such things in their stride, they do not join in my service lightly. Though, of course." he grinned a little wider "Not all of them would be easily seduced. You could end up sustaining injury to some.....very vital areas." He flicked a paw, revealing his black claws breifly.
The blue god was known for his decadence and indulgences, male and female alike, acting on whatever whim took him at that moment in time. War was often a result of impulsive decisions anyway and his domain lent him excuse to act as he did.
Casting Kinari a lazy glance, a devious grin curled across his maw. "Indeed. His bloodline is strong. He is of my own, albeit a failure to that line and lineage. Drink of his blood when you kill him, the idiots say that the blood of a demigod can grant strange powers, who knows if their babble is founded?" He stretched casually. "I do not wish to recognise him afterwards, his existance fills me with revulsion, I would like him gone."
He flicked his tail. "What you should know? Hmmmm. He sees the future. He may see you coming, even now, although I've been led to believe that his prophesies focus on me more than anyone else. You may yet be lucky."
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 11:39 am
"Females and males are all the same to me. A tail is a tail, either way, I am gonna enjoy something or other. But that is of my own time. If these females are yours need effort from me to "seduce" them, then it is not worth me trying. I suppose I am in more of the willing and then again, the unwilling. But they are your female followers so for that I would be wary."
Kinari let a low growl in his chest, a trick he learned from a passing Firekin not too long ago. He said he was looking for a safe place to live. What safe place is there when there is War and Terror wandering around. Perhaps there are even more out there that have yet to be discovered. Neverhteless, it was just a sign of warning and a bit of excitement.
Pride lands.... heh, Cursed Lands is more like it. Too damn happy things here, too many seek refuge here. But that all goes down sooner or later.
With a devious smirk he turned his head back to Mrost.
"Sir, if this failure of yours is your son, would his death be much more devistating by the paws of the one who sired him? But I suppose you are right if you know that his visions or whatever you want to call them are about you." His tail flicked. "Just don't expect me to complete the mission if something happens like the pride's alerted. I'd rather not waste time having to 'fend off a bunch of snot-nose prissy skits chasing after me."
Kinari's crimson eyes narrowed and glanced over him once again.
A god, huh? Interesting. I suppose I work for him... nah, he'd wouldn't up with my ways for long.... would he?
"War, sir, I best be headin' out if I am find this 'Na-be'. I hope we run into each other again."
The last sentence just rolled off his tongue in his usual sarcastic tone as his back turned to Mrost. His bosy seemed to disappear into the shadows of the acacia but in truth he went around and down hill. War, Mrost, the God of War, interesting to run into someone like him. He didn't seem too intimidating, possibly a good ally when the time came around. Heh, sort of handsome, but hell, Kinari would work under him if he put up with him that long and that took great tolerance.
Kinari's lips curled into a smirk. "War, huh? ..... heh, this is gonna be fun."
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