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 Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 8:21 am
 The sun was slowly getting higher in the sky, shimmering brightly on what little of water still remained in the watering hole. All sorts of creatures would be gathering soon and the dark blue lioness would wait for the first one to stray away. But for now, she laid in the cool shade, gently flicking her tail as if using it for a fan.
Large dark circles surround glazed teal eyes that were closed contently. A satisfied purr rumbled deep in her body. She was pleased with something, though no one would be able to tell what it was that ran in this blue and white lioness's head.
She had just returned from "seeing" her homeland. It didn't hold a very homey feeling to it, only sadness that left a bitter taste in her mouth. But it had formed a new plot, one she had been exercising mildly. Right now, she was just laying contently, pondering over how to execute it. Perhaps her answer would walk right in on her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 8:40 am
 Mrost didn't have a home. Not any more. No matter how long he stayed in one place, days, months, decades, centuries, nowhere would ever match up to his old base of operations, the place where he raised his first army uncountable years ago. Storm valley had been a barren land where even the elements waged war on one another, leaving nothing but an empty shell of the land, salted and infertile. But that army was gone. It had been his first army and his first death, the first of many for even the god of war fell in battle sometimes alongside his soldiers, he could not call them comrades any other way.
But Storm Valley would live again, he had all of his generals once more and was almost back, even if his bother decided to pursue him to the ends of the world it would return and wage war on anyone and everyone who crossed it's path.
Today he found himself upon a waterhole, as unremarkable as any other and decided to rest there for a bit at least, perhaps to observe whatever drama decided to unfold between the resident lions and the preybeasts. He didn't bother to conceal his appearance for once, not giving a damn either way who say him. Kali would be nearby, he knew almost innately and she did not need to be mollycoddled all of the time anyway, his sibling was still far enough behind to allow a brief rest.
Walking down to the water's edge, he took a long drink, unafraid of the creatures that lurked beneath the water's surface, let a crocodile try to attack him, he'd give it as good as it gave. He was incredibly obvious where he stood, fur that seemed to sparkle and shine unnatural blue and armour that gleamed as though just polished only some of the things that gave him away.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 8:51 am
Umasikini'mzaliwa (as her other personality is called) would have been shocked to find such a strange looking lion, if she could actually see him. One ear flicked casually at the sound of water being lapped up. Was it to be her first victim of the day, she asked herself as she moved from her restful position to something with a sharper edge.
She used her nose to tell what she would be eating this day as it twitched slightly trying to catch it on the small breeze. The scent overwhelmed her sense. A mix of lion, blood, and some sort of sickly sweet odor. It caused her to sneeze rather violently, even though the trace had been minimal, she wasn't prepared for something so ungodly sweet smelling. "Trying to cover the odor of your past or are you some dandy that likes smelling as though they've rolled in a flower patch?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:05 am
Mrost looked over his shoulder in a casual motion the moment the female sneezed, surprised that someone was there but not immediately shocked into attacking, there were other lions around, so long as it was just one or two, he was fine. He frowned slightly at her comment on his scent, before deciding that no matter how hard he tried, he'd never wash the scent of blood from his fur. The irony of being covered in the passive stench of life when you'd never truly know what it was like to live and die never escaped him.
He smirked "I tend to smell more pleasant when it has been a while since I killed anything. Though the better I smell to others, the more intolerable I smell to myself." he snorted "In truth, I could care less about scents, all I ever smell is life and it infuriates me."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:16 am
She moved from shading under the tree, her light teal eyes having a glazed look. There was no life, no sparkle in those once beautiful eyes. Strangely, this reminded her of being back near the Misty lands and she wanted to curse sourly about what she couldn't see. "Sometime, one must rely on their nose to see what most miss." She moved closer to him, moved around to the right side of him and tilting her head in a puzzled manner. "What I can't see is what you really are. You feel... different from most lions."
She hadn't pointing out that she was clearly blind. It wasn't something she ever wanted others to know and suddenly rain sympathy on her. She had used that to her advantage when she was younger, but with her lessons done and learned, she abhorred it just as much as the plague that reeked damage so long ago. "What are you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:25 am
As soon as he saw her eyes and their lack of focus or direction, he knew that she was blind. However, Mrost didn't understand sympathy well enough to feel it, nor did he care for pity. In his experience it was the blind lions who lived to adulthood who sometimes made the wisest and most cunning soldiers. It took a life of listening to other senses to make it without sight in this world. He nodded, even though he knew she wouldn't see it now. Different, even in scent he must smell and feel unnatural.
He curled his tail and frowned.
"I am not really a lion, my kind are something other. We look like lions and in some cases work genetically with lions. But we are other. Even I don't know what we are. My name is War, though most call me Mrost."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:34 am
So he was one of the greaters that was just a rumor among those she had run into . All those idiots with their "a friend of mine" bantering. She sneered, never believing in anything that could have such control. She was in control of her own life. None ever influenced her to move another way. "So you are the 'almighty' God of War. Mrost, I've heard of you from 'a friend of a friend of a friend.' How delightful."
She took a few moments and slowly lowered her head towards the water, blowing air out of her nose so she wouldn't accidentally go to far. The liquid ran down her parched throat smoothly and helped oiled her deadliest weapon, her voice. She raised her head a bit and turned it in the direction of his voice with a smirk. "So what stories are you trying to recreate now? Striving for that which you lost long ago, oh mighty God?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:42 am
A younger and more brash Mrost would have attacked the strange lioness for her impudence and sarcasm laced tone. Would have silenced any voice which didn't speak with nothing but respect, reverence and fear in his precence. However, he was no longer young and was perfectly confident in his own capibilities that the jilts of others washed over his indifference. He met sarcasm with sarcasm of his own, smirking coldly.
"Oh I assure you the delight is all mine"
He watched how deftly she seemed to have learned to move despite her disadvantage and allowed his gaze to linger a long time on her graceful form. After all, he could stare all he wanted at someone who couldn't see where he looked.
"It doesn't work that way at all, though you can be forgiven for thinking it does. War comes in cycles, perpetual war would eventually kill all of it's combatants. Just the same as the seasons, there is always a lull in the rains. At the moment the world of mortals is in a drought of my element but do not doubt me, there is rain on the horizon." he growl-purred in his usual overtly seductive manner and stretched like an oversized housecat.
"Best not to deride that which might one day drown you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:01 am
This would indeed be a task for her if she figured out some way to use a God. But using them rarely turned out how you wanted. Subtle hints, perhaps? For now, she would keep battling with words. That was her war, matching wits and why not with the greatest fighter of all?
She stretched her front legs out before, dipping the tips of her paws into the still water. A large yawn escaped her as if his words were boring her. "It may affect my life, but it does not control it. I can choose whether to start a war, take part, or end it. But that is my decision still. As I had stated, you are working for something you once had. It will never be as great as it was before, you realize this, don't you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:08 am
"I know that it will be greater. Perhaps not this year, or the next, or the next, but one day there will be a war and it will be final. The end of days. That is what I work towards, wether I wish it or not. It will come someday and until then I have a duty to fulfil." he padded away from the water, his armour clanking as he did so. "Though life isn't all about business, there's also pleasure to be had in that time. As for choosing to take part in a war? Not everyone is handed that choice. Try telling the innocent prides slaughtered for the expansion of land that they had a choice in the matter." He frowned
Try telling me I had a choice too. he thought.
"But anyway, what do they call you? Or will I have to name you myself miss sees-nothing-so-tries-to-know-all?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:23 am
She smiled innocently as she heard him move further away from her. Perhaps she was getting under his skin finally. "I never said that I try to know everything. But I go by many names. My old pride knew me as Monifa'nkiruka. I go by Umasikini'mzaliwa. Much more fitting from that hope dribble my mother graced her with."
None of the others she had met knew her name at all. She was always this nameless lioness that came through, played around with their emotions, and left. It indeed felt strange to say it on her tongue. "There is no such thing as innocent pride, Lord Mrost. They all have some root to stupidity that elects several or all to be wiped clean. A new slate. That allows for those with more power to come in and start something better than before."
She couldn't help but chuckle after that as a thought rippled across her mind. "Those who try something again that is known as a failure are fools." She would see how far her burrs could pierce passed his armor.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:37 am
One of the names she gave sounded almost familiar and for a moment he wondered if she'd ever been part of one of the many prides he'd disguised himself as a mortal within or whether it was nothing more than a simple coincidence. He didn't comment on it yet though, not wanting to dole out further things to be turned upon him by this female's less than amiable tone. Still, she was amusing, much better conversation than some of the fear stricken lions he'd come across in time.
"All prides are innocent to their own members, that's what I reffered to, from their point of veiw, they are right, from the murderers, the same sentiment is echoed. You don't have to tell me these things, I've watched them happen more times than any creature should have to. Mortals are fools doomed to repeat their mistakes as soon as they forget them." After all, war was just a case of two groups convinced they were right.
He laughed "As for me, I'm no fool, the reason I'm doomed to repeat what I must until the day it all ends is not my fault. It's not my folly. I have no choice." he smirked wryly, it was amazing what you could admit to someone who couldn't see you. "So if you wish to call anyone a fool, call the powers that drive the universe in neverending circles."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:54 am
Uma moved in front of his view, barely lifting her paws off the ground to make sure that each step was indeed safe, and took a seat on a large rock that jutted out of the ground. She lifted her nose to the air as if being haughty. "The cosmos can do what it pleases. I'm not one to move with the flowing of a river. My life is mine. Someone may take it, but they can't control it."
She snorted and brought her head back to a more comfortable level. "Pride just make foolish rules you have to abide. And when you don't fit their mold, you are tossed out to survive on your own. Many prides suffer now because so many were lost and the fools are running back to where 'family' had come from." A low growl issued from her throat as she finished talking. This was getting boring to her now. All they were doing was battering back and forth. Not much a challenge, but she still hoped to extract something useful from him.
There might not be much use to get from Mrost though. It was time she found a new game to play. Her face grew calm and content with a sweet smile on her dark blue face. She was going to start playing with fire. "War. There are many forms of war, not always raging nations filled with death. This field is probably different from what you control, but you've spoken clearly that even you can't resist what you are," she said, fairly purring and moving closer to him off of her perch.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 11:08 am
Mrost wasn't one for overt action over words when he didn't need to be which was why he was for that moment fine with passing words back and forth between them. Besides, he got a less than usual chance to admire the female form while doing so, so he really wasn't complaining. He was almost dissapointed as she seemed set to change the subject until he noticed it seemed to be being changed into a place he didn't mind going.
Though no. He couldn't let himself think that way. Not now, not with Eir to think of and respect. Restraint was something he had to learn but he'd be damned if he wouldn't mess around with the feelings of others. He set his jaw determinedly and stretched again.
"I've never come across a form of War I can't handle." he stated with a smirk. not shying or moving away as she drew nearer. Casually he observed "You know how rare the colour of your fur generally is?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 11:23 am
She moved almost fluidly as she walked back in front of him and curled on behind him. She didn't have a spot of red on her like her dead siblings had. Her blue came mostly from her mother and the white and black from her half-breed father. "I am probably the last in my line to have such a fine coat," she said dripping with contentment of her own looks. She knew how it was when she was young, but not how stunning it had become as a full grown adult.
"My mother gifted me the shade," she said as she came up on his side again. She purred contently wondering how much an effect Monifa would have this round. She flicked her tail without thinking, a rhythm deep within her. "Being a God must be difficult. Such ridged rules to follow and then there is the whole sense of honor. No time for fun unless it is toying with the lives of us mortals, but you can't let yourself partake in the joy. Pity."
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