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 Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 11:58 am
The gold on his body shimmered slightly as the Firekin male lay across the savannah ground, focusing slightly on the fact that there was absolutely nothing around him. The thought of that made him grin slowly and he swished his black tail over the ground, causing a bit of dust to puff into the air and swirl away with the wind. He was morbidly amuzed by the lackluster day, he was glad that the darkness was gone, but he was also glad that the sun was this bright.
Sighing and going over his plans for the day in his head, Inzondo-mnyama came to the conclusion that he had nothing to do and nothing to see. Sure he was the major of Genbu's house of the North... but that didn't mean he had a thing to do. Sometimes he wished that something would just fall into his paws and he would have something to do.... anything. After Okoth had left and gotten himself slaughtered... there was a whole in his schedule that had once been filled by his brother. ninja
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 7:22 pm
Lazying, tired, bored, uninterested, dull, tiresome, troublesome... a line of thoughts of meaninglessness strung through the small lions head as he rested against a heated rock, wondering what it was that he was suppose to do again. He knew he was with Red, the male that shared so much in common with him, even able to persuade him to betray the God of War. Interesting enough, he could hardly remember it all. Too tiresome to even try. With a shrug, he thought about the present, not the past nor the future. The present where things happen. It seemed like without a female around, there was no one to harass or worse. If there were a male around, he would likely try to slaughter the weakling. It seems like Red was the only one that was able to put up a fight and then some. Or he was losing his touch. Either way, he needed someone to talk to or do something with... He had no idea where Red was now.
Kinari stretched out across the heated rock's polished surface, muscles and scars rippling over his muscles and skin. His right eye was usually in pain due to the scar across it but no one seem to know, luckily. Dark obsidian bangs hang over his eyes to clear his view of bothersome intruders in his space. More lucky for them or else they would have nothing else to be lucky for. It was about time he got up and did something, but he had no idea what to. Until something came along that was worth his attention and time, he laid sprawled across that very rock.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 3:59 pm
Letting a grumble slip from his black and gold marred muzzle, Inzondo raised himself to his paws, the markings on his back rippling down his spine and twisting as his weight adjusted itself into his normal emaciated frame. As his ribs announced themselves, the large black and gold lion stretched out his body slowly. He had to go and find something to do with this less than perfect day.
Cracking his knuckles on his dark paws, Inzondo-mnyama slowly began his walk across the savannah in the attempts of finding something more than just to lay his dark body across it's grasses and soak up the hot sun. With every step that he took no sound was made, not even the sound of grass swishing across his fur as his muscles pushed him so much closer to whatever it was that would amuse him for the current hours to come.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 5:34 pm
His mind reeled with thoughts for the future and then some.
War... Mrost, the God of War, will be waiting for his return of the news of his mission. The God must know by now that Na-be-no, Red was not dead. By now he had a feeling that Na-be was not the target that War wanted to be rid of. It was Red that he wanted him to get. Kinari could not help but think what the God will do to him if he found out that Red was still alive and that he had fell for him. Where that worthy male was at the moment escaped his mind.
Tiah... oh yes, that wonderful little female was definitly suffering right now. As for that other male, Adonis, must be furious that he was not the father. Tiah was pregnant, she was going to give birth to his cubs. His blood has been passed down so his presence in history will never evanescence. His cubs will be the best there will be, the most cruel, the most belligerent, and the strongest ones around... especially if they are in that waiting-warzone, the Pride Lands. They will overthrow it and rule it themselves as the strong, ruthless lions they will become. He had to make sure to watch them from afar so they do not stray. If they converted to being pansies... well, that will not be tolerated.
Then there was those three lions... Trig, that supposed brother os his, Ger, the mentioned step brother... stupid biological father being faithful, and that worthy male of a Firekin, Moto'Vianzio also known as 'Trigger'. Trig was at the ocean's shore line hiding away, that couward. He had never met this Ger... he had only heard on Passing. He did know of a lion that had a cub but he had never spoken his name but the son's was Ezekiel. As for Trigger, he was a big strong male like Trig but he was not afraid to hurt anyone. Especially during his tantrums.
Things were getting interesting. He stretched out his back and thought about what to do with those three thoughts. The God of War, his brood, and his brothers.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 9:25 am
Having no god to pledge to, no cubs, and now no brother, Inzondo-mnyama was far more cruel than the average lion was. His claws could rake through bone and snap it like the dry branch it could be at times, the sound like an aphrodesiac for him when the time was right. As was the blood of lions, the iron booling sweetness that would pool over his tongue and down his throat like a burning drink of the tastiest water he'd ever had.
Of course right now there was nothing to rake his claws through, nothing to kill, nothing to eat or hold his attention for more than a few meager moments. If he ate a hare it'd be gone within moments and to eat right now with his stomach wound as tight as it was would be nothing short of excruciating.
No, boredome had to be appeased in a different manner. Though what... the ex-firekin wasn't sure.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 10:01 am
He raised to his feet and growled. The God was still strong presence to him, he still acknowledged him as a strong and powerful being that was worth his time. Something in his heart feared him... perhaps he is the only one capable of killing him, the only one he had met so far that he felt could. He had to find Red or he could let him go. Lying to Mrost would probably anger him when he found out that Kinari was still alive and Red was too. Though, one of the two wouldn't be after telling that news...
His paws just made him move idly as he was lost in thought, but that did not mean his senses were not alert.
He wasn't going to stick around. The Pride Lands was plagued with goody goody, happy go lucky, sappy... troublesome happy crap that he does not want anything to do with. The broad he met, mated, and left, she was on her own. She was gonna have to do the parenting herself, he wanted no part in any family but his own immediate. Ger and Zeki were bothersome visits but he was going to turn away a potential puppet. Zeki was already being taught how to fight by a Firekin and himself, soon he will be all his to play with. When he grows, he will be stronger than his father, stronger than the Firekin, possible even himself. It will be interesting, but he cannot be seen with them by Mrost or anyone that would danger them. As much as he disliked having others around him, those two seemed hard to turn away...
He stopped. What ever happened to that dumbass? His supposed brother? Trig was his name, that mammoth of a beast. And some say that he was short, he was and liked it, just packed a lot more power and much more deceiving. He sighed and sat down. Trig, Ger, Moto'Vianzio, Red, Mrost, that broad, and Zeki... why does everything have to be complicated? His claws flexed and itched to break... but the only one worthy of his time of a spar was Red and he could not find him...
His paws carried him quite far into the savanna, too close to the Pride Land borders. When the Pride Rock came into sight, he was too close. His actions of scaring that liar and his conversation with another of Mrost's minions, plus his bout with Red... they would be on guard for suspicious strangers. He surely fit that category. With a scoff and a growl, he turned away and headed back. Just as he did, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. In the distance was a lion as dark as night with shimmering colors that contrasted. Whom ever it was was not trying to hide him or her self. If it were a her... well, that will be fun but his lesson was learned from the broad of the Pride Lands, for now. If it were a male, hopefully he could hold his attention.
Slowly he snuck down into the shadows, hiding and waiting in the darkness. His eyes glew a menacing blood red as he crept along. His body was a faded tan in the light of day as his body remained in shadows. The hill decended a little as a grove of trees took shelter. He moved slowly and closer until he was able to get a closer look.
Male. Dark male with gold markings on his paws and face. Strange. His body was large like a Firekin. With a smirk he passed him for something worth a moment of his time, hopefully he will not be wrong and kick himself later for it.
With a smirk, he roared, sprinting out from his spot and made a Bee line dash for the larger lion. No matter big or small, strong or weak, Kinari would not back down. He may be small, but that just meant his strength was focused into a tight container just waiting to be released on something.... rather someone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:38 pm
His thoughts were much futher elsewhere, gone in the wind, drifting off like the breeze of rain on the distant savannah at the end of the monsoon season. It was possible that it was this that made him not hear the first roar of the lion, it was also possible that fur grew on birds.
Inzondo-mnyama was merely distracted and too deaf at the time to hear the roar and didn't react in time.
Had his mind not been reeling through the events he might do during the day, had his mind been on the ground before him and everything around him from the air to the ground then he would have sensed the smaller lions coming rather than be suprised.
However that was impossible.
The moment he did hear the other lion was a different story. Inzo swung his head around and all the claws, both broken and filed, jerked from his paws all at once and sunk into the soft soil beneath him, marring it's smooth surface.
The lion that ran towards him was smaller and tan, a black mane and obvious scars marred his body as bluntly as the markings marred his paws of the rest of his body's tan coloring. Inzo wasn't shocked by it of course, rather he was intreigued that a lion would simply charge without knowing his opponent in the least.
Roaring out a challenge, all the fur on Inzo's back stood on end. The thin fur wasn't all that protective, however it suited him for the hot savannah air, and the thick mane on his shoulders would be able to protect him from any bites this foreign male could dole out.
Now if only he weren't such skin and bone.
It would be a lot less smarting to have another gash in his side if the claws weren't scraping over his bones.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:55 pm
What a foolish lion. The primary roar should have been the perfect signal of his charge and challenge, however, this idiot must be too deaf to have heard it. It was when he was getting closer, closing in on the darker male did he finally react. The crimson red eyes watched as the frail, but tall, at least compared to him, form turn and brace itself. Either he was stupid to take on a full charge from another lion, or he had a trick up his mane. Either way, he was going to get hurt and perhaps, if Kinari was lucky, humiliated like no other lion could be.
Quickly, as if habitual, the smaller lion darted from side to side. Using this tactic, he often confuses his prey as to which way to flee and keeping their attention, but with a target such as this, it was rather . . . useless.
However, the male was always in his sight. He was tall, rather scrawny for a lion as if he had been starved for all his life. His fur was an inky black just as his own mane. Streaks of yellow, as it seemed, marked his paws and face. he may look like skin and bones but something that was going to brace itself for a challenge was obviously able to take care of himself.
He will be fun humiliating again and again.
When he was close enough, he lunged forth, claws extended hoping to grab hold of that pathetic mane and bring him down.
Secretly, Kinari disliked any male whom was taller than he was.
The smaller lion let out another roar for combat.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:29 pm
Fool....
As was natural for a lion, he neither followed the leaps of the other, nor went to attack him as he did so. It took no brain power to see through the attack the other was attempting. In fact it looked pathetic.
This lion was small, much smaller than himself, however he fought like a rouge. Brown fur was made natural to rouges for them to dart about the grass and be undetected. Yet he hadn't used it, he'd merely shot off and roared his attack.
Fool....
As was natural for a cheetah, Inzondo's eyes dialated, taking in every movement the other made as his muscles shifted accordingly to the movements of the other. Of course he had no fat to cover what his muscles were doing, however he was sure that this other wouldn't know what he was doing. He'd gone and charged a lion that had lived two seperate lives of two seperate cat races.
Inzondo-mnyama could fight on two terms.
"Fool." At last he whispered it, his rose eyes dialating the entire way as the other lion launched itself into flight, sailing through the air towards him like a hawk.
Right when the claws might have hit him, Inzo dodged to the left, dodging so he could be on the side the lion's scarred eye was as his rail thin body darted with a ferocious speed past the other and into the safety of the ground behind him. It as a speed a normal lion wouldn't have possessed had they had any weight, yet Inzondo had none of the weight of this other lion. Sure he couldn't use his weight to bear down on him, but he didn't need to use it.
Speed and the strength of his claws and jaws were enough for him. If the other got within striking distance of his claws he'd be in for a shock, let alone if he got anywhere near his jaws. Gods above all help him if he got close enough for Inzo to latch onto his throat, he'd be missing a giant chunk of skin from the force of the ex-firekin's bite.
He'd bitten stone before and ripped off a mouth sized chunk.
"Got another move?" Inzo called out mockingly, his eyes on the lion as his body stood facing him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:29 pm
Kinari looked at him through and around his bang. It was still slick with a bit of red, dipped into the blood of his most recent kill as he had eaten. However, it had become a frequent thing that he had not really cared about it at all, but what was more interesting was that he missed. Whenever he did, he would strike back even harder and much more devastating. Normally, he would just strike to stun his target and get on with what he wanted to do.
"You move fast for a lion. I would think that damn scrawny body of yours must be the reason why."
He scoffed, still crouched and completely ready to attack again. The dark lion had never lost a catch before and the times he had, he got them later. However, this male before him seem to pose quite a challenge, perhaps one more than Na-be . . . or Red, can ever pose toward him. A sly smirk slipped across his maw.
This male was gonna be wishing he had let him land that attack.
However, little did Kinari know the dangers of this male either.
"You have no idea how many moves I have in my arsenal, Bones," he smirks. "Yet..."
Without much of a pause in his step, he lunged at the male. If he missed, he would swing with his closest paw and pounce again. His fangs were ready to bite into his flesh and rip this one apart. He would be surprised how much power this male had in this little body.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:11 pm
His lips pulled back slowly, scrunching up the tattoo on his cheek, making it seem to knot like a web in the wind rather than gleaming on ebony fur. What his lips revealed were a set of large fangs that shown as ivory colored as would be unexpected from him. A lion as raggedy as himself was generally known for yellow fangs.
No, that was too simple for him, who found it easier to clean his teeth. His one vanity were the only things other than his broken, uneven and filed claws, that were capable of destroying something in one blow. Or at least reminding it of how it could suffer without death being an option.
"That could be the reason, or perhaps it was the lifestyle that lead to such a 'scrawny body' that has my paws faster than those useless orbs you call eyes." Inzo's voice rasped out of his throat like gravel upon rocks, like storms on the sea. Full of strain and showing of how unhealthy he'd let himself become since his cub-hood.
If this other male believed himself strong enough or fast enough to hurt him he was sadly mistaken. Inzo had only ever gotten scars on the pads of his paws, never from the claws or teeth of another.
Of course he didn't know the strength that this other male possessed, though he would in the none to distant future.
Snarling out his amusement at the other's attacks, Inzo dodged once more, though a hair too slowly, to allow the other time to get close to him and believe he'd been had. As he was passing by the ex-firekin took it upon himself to teach the other the savageness of a creature left to its own devices for so long.
Teeth sunk into fur, crimson streaking the air as the thick fangs broke everything in their way, retracting at the last moment. The moment before the hunk of muscle was torn straight from the body.
In a flash of black and gold, Inzo was away from the lion, his back arched and a bloody smile on his face, his eyes dancing with a fire that was steadily growing into a burning inferno. The blood in his veins sang of destruction and of the taste of flesh, something that made him yearn for more despite the promise and pact he'd been fullfilling since her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 9:11 pm
An ear-splitting roar crashed the air, causing a fleet of fluttering wings to flee to the sky.
Pain... oh how that feeling felt so good. Bliss. Ecstasy. Felt like mating endlessly while it lasted. How he missed it. However, after that reveling moment was over, it was then that he was kicking himself for the irritating itching that usually remained behind.
Bloodied fur, crimson soaked ground, his matching paws, and his eyes gleaming with the same. That was it. This was what he sought after. A male who could fight. A male who could harm him. Kill him. One he could dominant and master, bending to his will. Yes... that was percisely what he was going to do, not try, he will conquer this demon of a male and make sure he knows why he was 'tamed'. With a toothy grin, he launched in a full out sprint at him.
"You think you are fast, dead meat? You haven't seen fast until I try!"
With a quick lunge, Kinari reached out with an outstretched claw, catching his chest. As he passed the male, his claw dragged along his side, but gave a firm grip when it dug deep into his shoulder. Swinging his weight, the dark, smaller male threw himself to lay upon the back of the larger lion, digging his claw under the other male's chest. Jaws quickly grabbing around the heavily maned neck, jerking his head side to side to rip and tear, his claws dug deep. However, a smart fighter knows when to get away before he is caught. Just as he was pulling away from the larger lion, his claws pulled from his shoulder to to his leg, cutting deep. The sensation of warm mositure soak his paw was too satisfying to simply pull away from; instead, he simply dug his claws deeper, holding tight at the shoulder.
"I don't need my eyes to see that you will die if you keep this up."
Considering he was already bad in one of them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:10 pm
Blood flashed through the air for the second time that day, however it wasn't the brown rouge's blood, it was his own crimson blood. Unlike the other he didn't roar in response, Inzondo mearely opened his nostrils further and inhaled the tangy and coppery scent of his blood as it spilled from his gut into the air. It was intoxicating.
Just what an ex-firekin needed to get his blood boiling the entire way.
Letting his muzzle slide into what could only be described as a 'goofy' smile, Inzondo threw his weight against the ground. The force of his shoulder hit the other lion full in the ribcage, whether or not it cracked wasn't his concern, merely getting him off of his shoulder long enough to rip into his flesh was Inzo's sole concern.
His mission was going to be fulfilled even if he had to scar the other immesurable times. However, despite his fondest wishes to kill the other, her voice rang through his thoughts, obscuring the Firekin blood rage.
"Just promise me... No more deaths in cold blood Inzondo. You're a mean guy on the outside, but you're a softy on the inside." she said in his memory, her voice ghosting between his ears.
Suddenly he stopped attacking, his eyes glazed over with a far away look as his blood gushed from the gash in his belly. It wasn't the gushing that got his attention so much as the faint feeling of pain that suddenly spread over his shoulder. It wasn't sharp like it would have been to a lion of lesser stature and pain tolerance, but it still stung all the same.
"Get off of me, rabbit. I don't feel like eating again today and you're far too much for me to eat in one go anyway, you'd go to waste." Inzo ground out, his rough voice suddenly so sharp that it seemed an order rather than a suggestion.
There would be no second chances if the lion didn't let go, even if he wouldn't kill him, Inzondo-mnyama could find creative ways to inflict pain that didn't have to end in a bloody demise.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:24 pm
What a shame, that wonderful feeling. That wonderful smell. That intoxicating aroma, that delicate sensation was all interrupted with that blunt thrust into his chest. Kinari gave a rough grunt but still held onto the larger lion tight, perhaps even tighter due that sudden move to get him off. Kinari loved to inflict pain onto others, the pain inflicted onto him only served him to do more.
This fight was just finally riling up the half-pride lander rogue, finally another who was able to make this one bleed. Before, it was Red, a seer born from War's sexual escapades but this one... well, he was quite unique.
However, when he stopped his movements, it was then that Kinari took his opportunity. Even with the warning, he was a stubborn b*****d and this one was going to learn it. With a swift jerk of his paw, claws geared to cut and slice, swipped at his head, purposely missing. If anything, it was one thing that Kinari was rather attracted to on this one.
All those who knew him, assuming they were alive, knew he had an affinity for males. The power they symbolized, the strength, the speed, the rage, everything that defined a male was what he sought after. To control it, tame it, and claim it for his own. Of course females had their own kinks, but males won over them for this lion. To avoid any unwanted actions, he snarled as he pressed a claw roughly against his head, keeping a firm pressure to make sure his jaws could not reach him. Last time they did... well, he was still feeling the pain from that bite and it still itched.
"Don't speak to your master like that, whelp. Either you give up now and surrender or do you wish to continue to fight with me and die here. I can see you have a lot of potential that I will harness, but if you choose to die, go ahead and attack me again..."
His voice became that of demanding and condescending then into a slight murmur. He was hoping he did not have to kill this one.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 8:08 pm
Clearly this other recognized that his death would be meaningless, or at least he recognized that Inzondo hadn't been playing when he'd all but crushed his ribs beneath him. He'd let go, that being what Inzo had wanted in the first place. Riikia had been right, he didn't want to fight anymore, he didn't want to kill anymore. The part of him that did was locked up tight, the part of him that enjoyed the blood of other lions sliding over his tongue.
It hadn't died, gods no.
For that to have died would mean that Inzo wouldn't be who he was today, wouldn't be the strong lion with the violent outlook on life and crushing jaw and paw strength. He wouldn't be able to crush a rock with his teeth, he wouldn't be able to break the ground with the swipe of his paw. It was these things and more that kept him alive enough to continue his life.
"No one's been my master for years." He responded, rose eyes blazing into the other's red. "I'll never surrender to you, however I won't fight you just so you can attempt to 'harness' anything from me. It was you that attacked, you should be wondering suddenly if you can continue on, I'm fighting merely to protect myself, not to protect myself AND kill another."
Admittance had to be given for how Inzo liked the looks of the male before him. Everything from strength right down to the way he watched him with eyes the color of blood. Inzo didn't like females, he had a weak spot for cubs but he hated females unless they were of some use to him. As of yet he'd not found one that was able to keep up with him, even less could be said in that for males. Males were slow and cumbersome, the majority of lion males relied on females to feed them, to fight for them, to raise cubs for them.
Inzo could fight, feed, and care for things all by himself.
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