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Post by sombra on Jul 24, 2007 23:47:09 GMT -6
 Night blanketed the lands with shadow just as the
sun retreated from the moon into the horizon and beyond, birds
fell silent from their full throated songs, casted into a slumber as
the darkness spread - creatures of the night began to howl and
screech in victory that their long wait for the moon had ended
and soon moving out on a hunt or scavenge. Alas a bigger lithe
form was hidden in her refuge, defying to show herself to the
Rime rays of moonlight as she stalked in silence into the land of
the ruins; Sombra had been lurking in ever lasting shadow,
viewing the pride like a snake with a mouse, she had been
thinking about joining for a while now and thought she had
been thinking for far too long, it was time to reveal her imperfect
form to king and bow to his feet with begging for a rank...
Appendages shifted under foot, leaving a broad path of paw
prints as she exited her temporary home and into the moonlight.
harks flickered to and fro atop her empire before they chained to
their hells, thick tassel snapped out at her whithers before the
female huffed in long drags of carbon. Chain swayed aimlessly as
padders clamped upon the dry foliage King of the ruins I call
your presence before me, please take notice of me! the femme
inquired, her vocals not demanding but questioning, but how
would the Vagabond take her calling? demanding? forcing? he
might he might not the only thing to do now was sit, wait and
find out... nothing new in the usual greetings or approaches...
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Post by Valid on Jul 25, 2007 11:24:34 GMT -6
Because
Lay me in my [/size] C O F F I N[/size] and burry me[/size] A L I V E_______________________________________________[/center] Mhmm… truth of the matter. One always desired the truth of the matter, he wondered why so. The truth did little to change, did much to inform, yes indeed, but did little to change anything directly. Just because one knows doesn’t mean one will suddenly be in a position to do. Knowing… often leads to one’s inner agony… Wisdom is great, oh yes indeed, but the frail old man who knows so much, what will he do with his knowledge? What can he do with his knowledge? He can do nothing but pass it on, no? Nothing but pass it on. Give to others an easy way that he had to travel with mishap and hardship. But that was his twisted view, and he knew better then to trust it. The view was dictacted by experience and one's ability to reason and conclude. Lately his has went unused and when used, on those chance encounters, oh well he habitted to be wrong. Yet, better then to try and to see… then to never try at all and to be forever blind? Something… like that…
Fearlessness or stupidity. Any hero danced well to either beat and, often then not danced with both at any given time. A hero was a stupid creature… to risk it all so simply… but also fearless, for stupidity cannot blind one entirely from obvious danger. And yet perhaps that humorous mix of bravery and courage, of ignorance and unknowing is what makes any hero lovable and great? Most heroes, anyhow… Not that anyone but he would really get that. There were no longer any heroes or champions of the gods. There were few legends of this day and age and fewer yet were the stories told. The culture seemed ever shallow now… and for someone such as he born a while back… who was enveloped in rich lore… it was odd and slightly… uncomfortable. No time for joy, no time for fables? If they didn’t have time for that what did they have time for, he pondered now and again dismissively. Truly wasn’t his business and he knew there were seemingly ‘better things to do’ then to spin the yarn long and fine. Better things to do then think as well. A mind want to add with clear detest, but, no need to be so ill-tempered and grumpy. No need.
Patrolling his lands, he was. Patrolling like he usually did, being the only male in his kingdom he was stretched thin to cover his great expanse. His great expanse in which he lived and lounged. Adoring the world he had staked, and adoring the company which partake relaxation with him. And yet he inwardly scowled. He had stowed himself away for quite some time. He pondered if the inhabitants he had met and greeted and welcomed and ushered into the Yaizux family where still around. If they were not he could not blame him. His absence had tested their patience, he was sure. And… undoubtedly once he rounded up those still present in the lands he’ll be feeling the pain of abandoning one’s family for quite some time. Whether they would be worried or simply pissed was up for debate but he had good inclination that the majority would practice the former.
Moving about his lands with a heavy mind and heart he wasn’t apt to notice too much. Or so it would seem… and so it would be if he was just any young gent strolling about his realm. Sadly he was a touch too far past young and sadly he was just… too ‘knowing’ about things and to experience in splitting up his attention to be ignorant to his surroundings. He knew what was going on. He noticed the creatures, the squirrels, the rabbits, the small doe that lurked in the shadow of a house. He noticed the rustling of the leaves and the cool temperature on the air… he noticed the flies that battled with his tail, he noticed so much and yet just because one notices… Just because one notices.
He smelled her before he heard or saw her. Scent of female, ever graceful and ever alluring twisted and twirling on the light breeze. Spreading around it did until it joined the scent of others. The scent of many others… the scent of those who had come and gone… the scent of those who had come and stayed. His mind flickered back to Kishkir, if only for a moment… a moment that was ended when he started to feel a pain in his chest. Ever deep, but one that was bled dry. It had yet to be sewed closed, but he was hesitant about closing it. Ripping it open, he seemed to do, whenever he had the chance. If to only know it was still there, that it happened… and that…
“Most don’t wait. They come and find… usually because they are impatient or they have something important to speak of.” He commented now as he entered the arena. The outer limits of such dictated by how far the mistress could see and ‘sense’. Yes, it was well known that any and all can ‘sense’ when another was near. Be it because the felt eyes on their back or that someone had disturbed the answer. Many creatures knew when another was around and she seemed of no exception. Or maybe he wasn’t looking close enough? Deep enough? Yes, perhaps so. Perhaps he was wrong but oh, heavens, that really wouldn’t be the first time, would it? After all he wasn’t dubbed a Sinner just because he was always right and being always right ticked off the heavenly angels.
He heaved a breath, for some reason he seemed tired today, bored today. Then again that was nothing new, he led no exciting life and truth be obvious? He liked it that way. It was not a hard life, it was not a tough life, it was a normal life and with all these creatures leaving bloody fantastically exciting ones he was fine with it. Fine with knowing he was the only normal one or sane one around. Mhmm… yep. Sitting down the male hushed his thoughts. Thoughts that the girl knew nothing of and thoughts that the girl, no matter her experience in reading others, hadn’t the pleasure of an open door to his mind. But, despite the door was closed it wasn’t meant in a… ‘nasty’ or a ‘mean’ and ‘awful’ way… it was casual and mild. As was his words, give or take his voice carried the essence of ‘who knew I was a genie’? “What do you need, my dear?”
It is dangerous to be right in matters where established men are wrong. [/font][/center][/blockquote][/sub] _________________________________________________________
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Post by sombra on Jul 25, 2007 14:52:40 GMT -6
Her wait was not long maybe an hour or not even fifty minutes
at the most. Dial turned,nape curled and soon her gold stare fell
upon the king, his form rich with muscles and rich with age yet
she found age no problem, as long as the coot could protect and
supply life then she was fine with his ruling " I have come to
request a rank in the pride. Yes this is the pride I happened to
walk upon first but seeing as you're king I feel that I don't have
to look at the other ones to decide. My knowledge of the way
you rule is empty but that does not mean one cannot learn
Correct? so here I sit" Stating the obvious, so predictable but
what else does she know other than the obvious? everything
here was new to her so she might as well start learning more if
she was to survive here - back limbs curled beneath her resting
her at a sit. Chain lashing out in the dust aimlessly, crushing
foliage. Claws sank deep into the loam before retracting. Acoustic
tilted forward listening to her surroundings as well as heeding
the Brute's lyri...
"oh where are my manors. I am Sombra,
I have no history here just yet" Lyri was polite yet they
seemed blunt, there was no reason to speak fancy in anyway
unless the brute demanded it. Pendulum curled inward as she
sat patiently for the Vagabonds retort - Silent or not she would
wait until he felt like responding, after all if she just left after a
moments silence it would be rude and stupid since on the other
side of the exit was either death or living under a ruler that was
never there or just simply be loner. Sombra found joining the
pride was the best choice on the list.
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Post by Valid on Jul 25, 2007 15:25:10 GMT -6
Because
Lay me in my [/size] C O F F I N[/size] and burry me[/size] A L I V E_______________________________________________[/center] Mhmm… personally he would have weighed things about even. Being in a pride with a ruler never there and being a loner. About the same… except with one you had a fancy title of ‘member of the pride’ and could doll it up as if you had a ton of kittens backing you up. On the other hand being a rogue was quite the flexible thing… and one wouldn’t need to worry about sharing resources and the like. But! Alas he was never faced with such dilemma. Since the dawn of time he was more of the odd one out type. Not very friendly and not very suiting for a pride he saved himself the hassle and simply traveled alone. But, he supposed considering this ever lovely female was… well, just that - a female he guessed she had a different position on the latter. Different position, different view, different experience and different reasoning. Oh my, so much difference… and we haven’t even gotten past a few sentences of conversation…
Conversation that wasn’t really a conversation. Sounded more like she was handing him a resume then anything else. Listing down why she was ere then else where and what position she wanted. When was odd. Often then not others fallowed him in ‘straying off the main topic’ and simply having a nice chat. Which he enjoyed. Seriousness did nothing to help the aging process and really it was ever boring. Business, business, business… seemed she should relax and chill. Party a little! Or not. He wasn’t in any position to preach, being as gloomy and grumpy as he was today. Then again maybe that was it? There hadn’t been any parties or celebrations? Curiosity was perked and he was kind of liking that thought. A festival didn’t sound too bad but he couldn’t really think of a cause for one… Help in developing stories and culture a mind came back to smack him and he couldn’t help the visible smile because of it. Sounded fun. Least to him…
“Fan bloody tastic. I’m Because.” He said with a nod though his voice failed to portray any sign of that spectacular delight one would envision when he used ‘fantastic’, but, truth be known he figured he might as well return her monotone. Besides he pondered if she had really though all this necessary and… really besides that he didn’t seem to have to do much. She wanted to join and there was little to no reason not to let her. Her choice… and the more the merrier, as he chose to say often then not. But, surely she knew their policy? Mhmm… surely she knew that. Common knowledge it was, by now. “Welcome to the pride. Anything else you care to know?”
It is dangerous to be right in matters where established men are wrong. [/font][/center][/blockquote][/sub] _________________________________________________________
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Post by sombra on Jul 25, 2007 20:43:24 GMT -6
A serge of joy sprang through her bones but she had to
maintain herself, she was no longer a cub but even though she
knew all to well that it never hurt to be a cub again " Actually
if there was Pride buisness to know I think I should earn your
secrets or whatever, by trust and hard working. Now the
question is my king, is, do you want anything? food? what?"
Sombra was built and raised to respect her king in the pride and
get him all his needs so he would fill your own, so why not start
her new Pride life by service for Because?
Back weapons un folded, carcass was lifted from the sodden
basis. Claws sheathed deep into their closets. Caverns ringing
with sound of the evironement. Alas nature observation will be
later right now she wanted to make sure Because had all his
needs filled. Such a suck up some say but no,no,no Sombra had
nothing to suck up for so there for just call it generousity and her
job - After all he needed to do less so he had strength for fights
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Post by Vox on Jul 25, 2007 21:29:43 GMT -6
Chortling silently at the antics of this strange new lioness, Dancer walked in. Nodding to Because and allowing her cheek muscle to twitch at the femme, which was as close to a smile as the other lioness would ever get from Dancer, the golden cat stretched luxuriously. Cracking her back with a groan, she smiled at her king before sitting down close to the other two and licked her black lips to moisten them before uttering softly,
My name is Dancer, Sombra, welcome to the Yaizux Pride. Then she added, but with little to no conviction and in a mechanical tone, I'm sure you'll like it here.
Even though she was not necessarily smiling, when Dancer walked near the other two the business like crackle left the air and a bird twittered. Sunlight poured in, it always seemed to find they honey-colored lioness, no matter where she was. Then she let a small, gracious small light her features and then allowed her ears flick to Because. Would he approve of her borderline cordial manner? She hoped he wouldn't be angry. Dancer had been very taken with the king ever since she met him, but now, in front of this commanding and very able looking lioness, Dancer felt dwarfed and small. Surely, nobody in their right mind would pick Dancer over Sombra, nobody would pick a slightly clumsy, nervous yet expert huntress over an apparently graceful, controlled lioness such as this. Sombra reminded Dancer of her sister a little, but she was not as gifted with words. Sileree had a knack of saying the right thing at the right time, Dancer had the knack of walking into awkward conversations and then making embarrassing exits. Shifting her weight a little, Dancer peered up at the sun to check how many hours they had to sun down before glancing around at the other two. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Valid on Jul 26, 2007 17:53:03 GMT -6
Because
Lay me in my [/size] C O F F I N[/size] and burry me[/size] A L I V E_______________________________________________[/center] Her joy, and the affect of seeing such didn’t change. As with the rest of his members, his darling family ever kind and kindred, his grumpy disposition seemed to break, if only for a moment, as a small smile… and by this we mean quite small, trickled onto his features. The edge of his black lips curving, his whiskers gently rising as features showed amusement and a joy of his own. And then it faded, not all at once or quickly… but gently until it smoothed out and he returned to his formality and grumpy self. Of course now he wasn’t as grumpy… touch hard to be when you’ve a moment of seeing someone all happy and stuffs over something so simple under your belt. “You’re part of the family now… not my slave.” He commented with some mild warmness as he offered a more noticeable smile and a nod of his head. His words were right and he knew they were… “And you’ll learn what is to be learned by… hanging out, chilling, since you don’t want to be told.” He subdued a chuckle, for this was odd. Most enjoyed the easy path, and hers of ‘earning’ was far from ‘easy’. The ‘secrets of the pride’ were not only his own… but the ones of others as well. Some are more trusting… and others are more protective. But, alas, he shared in her curiosity. He wanted to know those secrets too… and also had to prove he was worthy of knowing them.
Though the prospect of others doing his bidding and waiting on him was quite an interesting one… that was all it was, interesting. Far as he saw it he wasn’t handicapped in getting his own meal or walking his own way. He didn’t need servants or others who watched his every move, trying to better his life and make sure he was just dandy. What he needed were others, to talk to, to visit with… He wanted company, company that was equal to him… not one who thought himself or herself less. Why? Well, though respect is adored and being feared is great he had enough of that in his youth. By now such was tiresome and… need he say any more? Speaking to those who thought themselves ‘less’ was… always quite apparent and always quite annoying. A reason why he, really, never reprimanded anyone for using his name instead of his title. ‘Because’ was fine… ‘King’ was okay but… formality is restricting and limiting, isn’t it? Yet! On the flip side it is also annoying to have one give you a load of bullshit and act as if they are ‘greater’. Thing he couldn’t stand for long, really. He was only mortal… and when he saw someone on their high horse he just couldn’t help the itching desire to bring them down a notch, if only to show them that they are not anything special.
Compliance to the nod he received was a smile, one ever clear and on ever warm. Greeting, this was, to Miss Dancer, one of the ladies that occupied the Yaizux homelands and held rank among the pride. Same rank Miss Sombra now rose to, rank of Huntress. His ears, having turned in notation of the arrival of Dancer, twitched as he watched the lovely lady take up her position. Seemed she wasn’t overly enthused about something, or perhaps she was simply distracted? Skull tilted as he pondered this expression and ‘essence’ she gave off, unable to decide, truly, what it was. After concluding he couldn’t figure it out the masculine kitten slipped to his lay. Tail once more a pendulum as gaze lingered on Dancer a bit longer before returning to Sombra, wonder placed in how she would reply… or, really since undoubtedly the reply would be quite simple and basic, he wondered how long it would take for conversation to die. Personally he betted not too long, mainly because he seemed to be incapable of keeping up talk, lately, and because… well… he could think of nothing to say and doubted they did either? Maybe? Not?
To a disciple who was forever complaining about others the Master said, “If it is peace you want, seek to change yourself, not other people. It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than to carpet the whole of the earth.” [/font][/center][/blockquote][/sub] _________________________________________________________
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