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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 7:56 am
He tried to think quickly here, because there really wasn't much time. In the end it hadn't even been much thought, really, just his body working in whatever way it could. When Aesir lunged Njal positioned his paws as well as he could, initially planning on just bracing and keeping himself from falling over. But without really asking permission, his legs pushed him forwards and upwards to meet the Warlord.
Their heads were almost level, and he likewise opened his jaws, angling his head as they crashed to bite and damage whatever part of Aesir's face he could. At the same time, Njal put as much force into the motion of his body as he could. If Aesir had leapt to meet him, odds are his paws weren't on the ground this moment, while Njal's back paws were firmly planted in the earth. Who knew, maybe he'd actually succeed in getting the Warlord pinned down on his side. And then, hopefully the title of Warlord wouldn't be Aesir's for much longer.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:39 am
When he first struck Njal, Aesir had a good feeling. It was a solid blow and everything sharp that he had aimed at Njal seemed well-positioned to make contact, even with the sudden movement Njal had made upward. It had cost Aesir some power and momentum, but overall it had been a good strike for Aesir, even with the excruciating sensation of sharp teeth raking his face. Stormlords' balls did that hurt!
He could feel Njal pushing him and his hind paws scrambled for purchase on the sandy ground below, but he could not seem to find solid footing. His paws slid and slipped as the sand shifted and then Njal's weight forced him down. Aesir fell to the ground with a bone-jarring thud, trapped beneath his opponent's muscular bulk. He couldn't see anything for the blood and fur.
Down and pinned, Aesir was still unwilling to surrender and he continued to fight to throw Njal off of him and lacerate him with his claws and teeth. This close, a lion didn't need to see to connect, and Njal had more to worry about than Aesir, whose position could only improve, whereas Njal's could end badly in any number of ways. Aesir had the determination and the stamina to fight back until Njal killed him. This fight wasn't over yet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 9:34 am
The success was surprising for him, and his vision was admittedly a little blurry from damage sustained. But he did not skip a beat; Njal knew he shouldn't stand over a lion when his paws were within striking range of his underside. To solve that issue, he immediately tried to position himself at a better angle while not letting the Warlord up. With Aesir down on his side, that meant that Njal could simply position his body behind the other lion, out of striking range of his paws provided he managed to keep him from turning over. That should be accomplished by putting enough weight on Aesir's side, mainly his shoulders. It was, in many ways, the same thing he would do taking down a zebra, only more challenging because Aesir, while weighing less than one, was more flexible.
Njal did his best for that to go smoothly, but of course wasn't unscathed. Before he got into position Aesir would certainly make a few nice holes in him, Njal was betting on one of them being serious enough. He bit down onto Aesir's neck, or at least tried to, hoping for a strong hold. While he knew the mane would probably prevent cutting anything major, perhaps simply enough pressure would be enough to weaken him. He leaned his weight down against the Warlord, a paw on his shoulder to prevent him from flipping over. Hopefully. The thrashing made it sort of difficult, but at least now if Aesir did escape the hold, he was no longer in position to strike Njal's underbelly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 3:01 pm
Manes were hugely useful things in that they made it difficult for other lions to tear his throat out. Unfortunately, they didn't do a great deal to prevent many pounds of pressure from being applied to that same area, and that meant it could become difficult to breathe pretty quickly if someone determined got a good bite. If it wouldn't have been an unconscionable waste of air, Aesir would have cursed mightily.
Njal's weight pressing him to the ground was fairly immovable, but that didn't stop Aesir from trying, even when he became short of breath. It would be better to die fighting than to surrender. Stormborn only surrendered if they knew they would be able to fight another day, and Aesir held no illusions about that. He was blind in at least one eye and getting too old to learn new tricks. Dying in battle might even redeem some of the less courageous acts he'd performed in his youth.
He was thinking this last thing about the time he blacked out from lack of oxygen.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 10:54 am
Burzum  Blatantly disregarding what their uncle had told them, Burz nudged his sister and hissed, "Let's find Dad, okay?" He didn't plan to stay with their father. He had seen the way Odd seemed preoccupied and to him that meant there was more going on that he knew. The best way to fix that would be to follow their uncle, but because Odd might be going somewhere dangerous or doing something dangerous Burz didn't want to bring Finna along. He thought she would be safe with their father though. He knew their dad was there, but even so it took him a bit to lay eyes on him. The process of getting to him would probably be a challenge, too, but Burz had teeth and claws that he was willing to use to great effect if he had to in order to get people to move. He and Finna were also small enough still that they could go under people's bellies if they needed to. Brenning  Bren couldn't help but notice Canicah cry out and then run off. He didn't know if she had been hurt or what, but he was going to kill that black and white cub if he was the one responsible. Except both the black and white cub and his sister were already gone. They'd vanished like ghosts. Bren bared his teeth. "Sorry, Keev. I have to go after my sister," he said, patting Kivi's tail to get her attention. He didn't wait for her to acknowledge him before he turned tail and set off in the direction he'd seen Canicah running. "Cani!" he called. Somehow the press of the crowd seemed to swallow his childish voice, but he did his best to make himself heard anyway. His sister had looked like she might faint, and he was afraid that if she fainted in this crowd someone might step on her by accident and hurt her. Grown-ups were pretty big, after all. Kivi  Kivi nodded absently at Brenning. She'd noticed his sister's outcry, too, but she wasn't all that familiar with the younger girl and she didn't think there was much she could do to help her, so she didn't move from her spot. Later she would probably tease Bren about running off and missing the end of the fight, but at the moment she was too busy watching the fight. It was really, really exciting. After Njal had struck Aesir, the warlord had seemed to completely change his approach. She got the feeling that he couldn't see at all out of the eye Njal had struck, though it was difficult to tell with all the blood on Aesir's face. There were a few lions in the pride who had missing body parts from past battles. "Erykk, is he going to keep fighting?" she asked. It didn't make sense to her that he would. She had never seen them fight though, and she wasn't sure if that was because they didn't fight or because she just hadn't been around when they were fighting. Either way, they'd had some time to get used to being crippled and probably knew how to deal with it. This would probably be all new to the warlord. Yollalunta  "Yeah, right," Yolla shot back. Then he interrupted himself with an involuntary exclamation of, "Ooh! I bet that hurt!" In another moment Yolla remembered the rest of what Sehvi had to say and waited for a pause in the battle to tell her, "I would give a great deal to see you do that." Probably it sounded like he meant it as more criticism of her suitability for being a reaver, but in actuality he would be fascinated to see a girl challenge for the position of warlord. Being outlander born through and through, he had not grown up hearing stories of past Stormborn warlords, and so he wasn't quite sure he believed females could be warlords. "Oh, ouch!" He winced sympathetically.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 10:13 am
When Aesir does not get up after a prescribed period of time the First Speaker steps onto the bloody sands. He has stayed silent throughout the battle, watching it all play out. It is his task to watch and remember, and he has had other lawspeakers in the crowd for the same purpose. Now there is only a short bit more for them to observe, as his part now requires him to be a participant.
"Aesir has been defeated. Njal will take his place and lead the pride as the new warlord. Their battle has been witnessed by Stormborn lawspeakers, the change of leadership entered into the pride's history. Honor the fallen if you will, but remember that it is the victor who now leads the Stormborn."
They were not ritual words. There is no need for them. It is the privilege of a First Speaker to work outside of ritual and mummery, as long as he works within the law.
OOC Notes
There will be some IC changes following this RP. These are as follows:
Njal is the new warlord.
Any lion who share's Aesir's blood (his cubs and their cubs) is given the choice of thralldom or exile, and those who do not leave the pride by sundown will be made into thralls regardless of their choice.
If you own any such lion, PM the mule or Princess_Feylin with your plans for them. If you do not do so, it will be assumed that they have chosen thralldom IC.
The position of Head Priestess will now be held by Brynja (pinchmonster), as Morrigan will go into exile with Aesir.
Under Njal's rule there will be no new female reavers and no new female captains, and although those who presently hold those posts will not lose them they will be strongly, publicly discouraged from remaining warriors.
Under Njal's rule cubs born to thralls will be thralls, not freeborn, unless a freeborn parent claims them and raises them to freeborn status.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 11:31 am
It was getting increasingly difficult for Akatta to remain composed as the two lions continuously exchanged blows. This was an important fight, a formal challenge that could change the whole pride and the dark lioness considered it her duty to see it to the end, no matter the outcome. She was a Freeborn lioness, a lady of old blood and normally she could enjoy a good sparring challenge between two strong Reavers. But this fight, so much more vicious than she was used to and far more difficult to stomach, deeply unsettled her. Each blow was so painful that it almost felt that she was being attacked as well and Akatta couldn’t wait until Njal was back on her side once again.
“Finally.” She let out the word in one long breath, a relieved smile taking over her previously tense expression. She made her way towards her husband, momentarily forgetting the lioness she’d been talking with and stood by his side in silence, looking at him proudly. She assumed the males – Captains and Reavers - would come to congratulate him and Akatta didn’t want to get in the way. It was time for celebration, for drinking and story-telling and reshaping of a pride. She would have all the time in the world to be with her husband after all the excitement had blown over.
She did spare a gentle glance towards the fallen Warlord, knowing that many of his children were present in the audience and that he’d been awaiting the arrival of his grandchildren. It was sad they had to see him like that but at least he’d lost his position in a fierce battle. There was no dishonor in that. And now, a ne Era was in their reach.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 3:03 pm
 Bifrost was very pleased. In an unexpected turn of events the underdog had won his challenge! He hummed a tune under his breath, already working on a way to commemorate the epic fight. Oh, this would be good. It wasn't every day you got to write lyrics about a challenge of this dignity. And this was just the beginning of the fun! The pride would be filled with drama and turbulence for weeks to come. He might not even need to invent any scandals... Oh, who was he kidding? Of course he would! Quote:  Aruná watched Akatta move to her husband's side. It looked... well... nice... to have that. Her thoughts went to family, friends, lost opportunities. She didn't dwell on it, however. Nothing good would come from that. She'd stay here as long as seemed appropriate and then see if she could spot Udongo somewhere. There were so many lions, the entire pride had to be here! If she was going to find Udongo, now might be the best time.  Torbjörn rose when Njal was announced winner. He nodded once to the defeated Aesir, even if the fallen lion couldn't see the gesture, and he then gave Njal another nod. The First Speaker had spoken for them all, but nevertheless he paid his respects to his new Warlord. The silent lawspeaker might not be a huge fan of change, but he would adapt, just as he had done when power last changed paws.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 8:58 pm
Quote:  Thorgrim had never been more proud. He approached Njal quietly, standing at a fair distance as Akatta took a moment to greet her husband. He really had nothing left to say to the lion that couldn't wait until the morrow, but Thorgrim felt it crucial that he congratulate his friend. Everything had gone according to plan. Better, even. The pride had been shifted back to center as opposed to listing off to the side, and Thorgrim could now rest well at night knowing that Aesir would be cast out - or forced into thralldom -and that the pride would be lifted back to its former glory. "You have done well, Njal," Thorgrim lifted a paw to clap his friend on the shoulder, "and you have made us all proud this day." Quote:  Brynja was thrilled. Beyond thrilled. Everything was falling perfectly into place - and she'd never had a sliver of doubt deep down in her heart. Her uncle was a capable lion. Thorgrim knew what was best for the pride, and he'd found a suitable leader in Njal. She'd been given her own little slice of the pride, and Brynja nearly vibrated with excitement. Meeting her uncle's eyes briefly, Brynja graced him with a very poised smile before flicking her ears in Njal's direction, dipping her head in acknowledgement as she slipped away, back to her den. There was much left to do, much left to accomplish. She had many things to plan, preparations to make. This was the greatest day of her life thus far, and in truth, there was some well-deserved celebration at hand. Quote: Herryk hadn't known what to expect when he'd come to see the challenge. Part of him knew, deep down, that his father was more than strong enough to beat the usurper, that there would be no issue and that things would return back to normal the instant that all was said and done. When he watched that final blow, Herryk cringed. He'd never been particularly close to Aesir, but he could not help but fear for their family as Aesir fell. This pride was no longer safe for them, no longer safe for any of them. He could only hope that his half-siblings would make a clean escape, just as he planned to do. If they did not, they were on their own. Herryk had his children and wife to look after now. The forest would be their home. He gently nuzzled Klona, his daughter, before reaching out to give a rough pat to Skogund's head. "Come, children," he whispered harshly, intent on making an escape as swiftly as possible. "Back to the forest. Back to safety. We are ghosts, hmm? Come now. Come." The faeblood quickly took his leave, ushering his children out with him. They were no longer safe in this place. Quote:  Things could not have gone any better. Dalla watched with pride as Njal took Aesir down. It was a bittersweet moment for the lioness, truly - as Gunne had never been given this chance. Gunne had never had a fair fight, and each day that passed she missed his presence more and more. He'd been a fine lion, a fine Warlord - though perhaps a bit too slack in his self-preservation. Thorgrim looked so proud, as he should. He'd made a good choice in Njal - and by remaining at the victor's side, he could help to direct the pride back to the old ways. Things could only go up from here - though this did not stop her from despising the lion with every fiber of her being. She caught sight of Gaved in the crowd - and before she could catch his eye, Dalla was gone. If only things had never changed. If only Gunne were still here. If only, if only. Quote:  Naja let out a whoop as Aesir fell, silver eyes nearly glowing as she went to rub shoulders with her grandfather. Thorgrim was almost glowing with pride when he spoke to Njal, and Naja wanted to share in that - though it meant, of course, that she would not be looked kindly upon since she had every intent on attempting to become a Reaver. Though, perhaps no longer. At that thought, Naja's expression fell. When she really thought about it, perhaps this win hadn't been the best thing for her future interests. Wilting slightly, Naja fell back. What happened next? She had the feeling that her grandfather would try to wed her off, and then where would she be? Scowling mightily, Naja backed away. Perhaps this was not a momentous occasion with cause for celebration after all. Quote: "Well, <********>." Tazira's bright green eyes flared in disappointment as she glanced down at her green-rumped daughter, Heldig, who sat by her yellow-maned brother, Stakkar. "That's not real lady-like, mama," Heldig commented idly, shaking her head. Dyrebar sat near her father, Tyr - a striking contrast to the rest of the brown-pelted group - though she nodded in agreement to her second cousin's remark. "Yes, auntie. It isn't very ladylike." "Quiet, Dyre," Taraxa grunted, a troubled expression on her face. She looked appropriately rebuked and hid her face against the chocolate fur that covered her papa's forearms, squeaking out a quiet, "Sorry, grandpapa." "What's this mean," Tyr asked with a worried tone, reaching down to nuzzle his daughter, Dyre. "It means," Ulrika huffed quietly, "That things are going back to the way things were. As it should be, brother," she grunted in Tyr's direction, idly glancing over at her aunt Tazira. "You know that this means Mopani's cubs will be born as thralls unless you claim them as your own, don't you, auntie?" Tazira shot Tyr a pained look. He shrugged, looking just as baffled as she felt. Stakkar busied himself staring down at his black-tipped toes. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the entire situation, and as such, decided that keeping quiet was probably for the best. Quote:  Kjar waited for a few moments after Aesir's fall. He had been given a duty, and he'd been given permission by Thorgrim to watch this challenge before being forced to take care of the task at hand. He was the Thrallbreaker, and so it made sense for him to handle this delicate, impossible mission. Brynja wanted a seer, and it fell to him to see that she received one. It irked him slightly, but there would be spoils of war. Of that he had little doubt. Things would return to the way they once had been, and the Stormborn would once more flourish under Njal's guiding paw - so long as Thorgrim remained at the helm. Quote: "Well, <********>." Atheris wasn't pleased. "Father is going to be upset." "Of course he is, Resimus." Nits glanced at the dark-maned Atheris with worried yellow eyes, the only member of their family who was currently deep in the dregs of thralldom. He sent his tribal-winged brother an odd look before turning to his grandfather. The blue-eyed Pythis glanced at his family before his eyes landed on his son, Atheris. "Son, I--" "Forget it," Atheris grunted, rising to his feet. "Just.. forget it." He'd been such an idiot. This was his own fault, now, and he hadn't risen to the challenge when the opportunity had been there. "When is Asper coming back," the silver-pelted Tim whined, glancing over at the others. "I miss him." "We all do," Resmius said softly with a shake of his blonde head. "We all do." That being said, the gentle lion padded off. Quote:  Yakuti was proud. Proud to have been adopted by a strong, bold lioness such as Brynja, and double as proud now that her mother had been given such an important rank within the pride. She rose to follow her mother, idly butting her head against the High Priestess' shoulder as a fond way of showing her support. This was a huge win for her family, a huge win indeed. Yakuti looked forward to the day that she might follow in her mother's footsteps. She had much to learn, but she had little doubt that she could accomplish anything she put her mind to. Her mother had given her that.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 2:41 pm
Ember had never even noticed the blue lion trying to cause her and her half-brother trouble, far too wrapped up in the fight as she pressed even harder against Hroarr. She saw that blow to their father's face and knew instantly with a sinking heart what would now happen. She did not often have full visions, despite her being a true-born seer... but she could recognize her premonitions when they were born of her seer powers and not from her intelligence. This was bad... Unaware that she was now shaking from paws to tail, she flattened herself against her half-brother, wincing every time Aesir took another hit.
"Hroarr ..." She whispered, turning to look up at him almost desperately before the fight drew her attention back despite her terror. "We have to leave...." Her voice was softer than it had ever been. Ember was not a typically nervous lioness, she had trained as a reaver before deciding to become a priestess when her visions grew strong at adolescence. Yet even with that career move, no one would er have called her meek. Yet now, her eyes were full of fear, not for herself, but for Aesir, for her family, all of them, even for her father's wife. "Hroarr ....." She whispered as their father finally crashed to the ground, making the ground under their paws tremble. "We must escape.. there is no time......" Starting to back up as both roars of anger and of celebration started all around them, deafening her even to her internal visionscape.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 6:36 am
Feeling Aesir simply go limp beneath his jaws had been kind of weird, after such a fight. Njal held on for a few seconds after, thanks to that same instinct that made lions hold on when they killed prey, before letting go and taking a few steps back. He did not know yet whether or not Aesir was alive.
He couldn't quite decide, from that point on, if time was going by quickly or slowly. The First Speaker came and spoke, and suddenly all the planning and preparing meant something. Some lions were approaching and he took a step towards them, but found his legs felt a little weak, so he didn't try to walk too far and spoil the moment by stumbling around. He wasn't sure if he was dizzy from blood loss, or exhaustion, or simply because he had just become more than he had ever dreamed he'd be.
Njal glanced back to look at Aesir, but found Akatta at his side instead. She was a more pleasant sight, and he spared her a wan smile. He probably looked terrible, covered in both his own blood and Aesir's, and bleeding. Which, in some ways, was just another way of saying he looked fantastic. A warrior.
Thorgrim was the next he saw, and his ears perked up to listen to his friend's words. He didn't wince when the paw his his shoulder, but it did sting a little so he chuckled. "Thank you." He said, and stood a bit taller, as if regaining his composure already. Thorgrim's congratulation reminded him there was so much to be done, and he wouldn't start off as a weakling, tired from a challenge. He was the victor, and would start acting it right away.
So that was how it would be. Thorgnyr had no worries about his own position in the pride, quite certain he had no disputes with Njal and his supporters. But he had liked Aesir, who had been good to him during his stay. And then there was also the matter of how it would affect Kazul. Raiden didn't love her, of course, she was a mortal. But despite everything he wasn't really heartless, and could spare some concern over what would happen to her.
Still, he had very much adopted this pride, and wasn't likely to leave because of a change in leadership. He'd stick around.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 6:50 am
Kivi The yellow freeborn cub with the necklace marking and the unusual whitish grey eyes was a little startled at the end of the fight to realize that there were significantly fewer cubs surrounding her than there had been at the beginning of the fight, even though there was definitely no more room than there had been before. The adults who had been behind her were now moving forward, presumably to congratulate the new warlord on his victory. She guessed they wanted to make sure he knew that they were on his side and would not be targeted as potential enemies, though how she had reached that conclusion is a mystery, given how ill-suited to plots and politicking Kivi was. She decided that since she was too young to count as an adult, or even an adolescent, there wasn't much reason for her to stick around, and in truth it also bothered her a little bit to see the fallen warlord just lying there and being ignored. She was close enough to tell that he wasn't dead, but he also wasn't moving and she didn't know what had caused him to go limp anyway. She had never been choked or deprived of air, and it had never occurred to her what would happen in the even that she was. "Erykk, I'm going to head home," she announced. Probably their mothers would prefer that she and Erykk stay together and come home as a pair so that neither one would be inadvertently lost or injured in the crowd, but Kivi felt she was too old for that sort of coddling, even if she wasn't quite an adolescent yet. "I'll see you there." Brenning Brenning had to squeeze between a lot of tightly packed lions to get away from the fight and try to go after Canicah. He could not believe that she was running away from the fight when it was so close to being over. She was going to miss the best part of it, and that just seemed so stupid to him. He really didn't want to miss it, anyway, and he had no idea what Kivi would think of him for leaving. He hoped she would understand that he hadn't left because it was too bloody or something babyish like that. "Cani!" he called, trying to make himself heard. It was hard for him to believe that so many lions being so close together could actually make it difficult for his voice to carry. It wasn't as if the warlord and his opponent were being all that noisy. "Canicah, where are you?" He couldn't see her at all. This was just no good. Bren was so frustrated and mad about that he could just spit. And he was missing the fight. It would be impossible at this point to turn around and see anything, too, so he heaved a long-suffering sigh and decided to head for home. Cani would have to turn up there eventually, after all. Burz After seeing to Finna's safety by getting her back to their father, Burz did not linger. He knew that if he wanted to catch up with his Uncle Odd and whatever he was doing, he could not hang around. He would simply have to trust Herryk to get his family to safety. Being the take-charge sort of lion he was, this did not sit well with Burz, despite his youth, but a person couldn't be everywhere at once. It seemed like Odd was going toward Kazul's den, which struck Burz as sort of strange until he remembered that Kazul had gone into labor that morning, before the fight even began. Probably Odd was going to check on her and make certain she was all right. It had not occurred to Burzum to worry about his aunt, who always seemed so capable and fierce, but he realized that now might not be one of her better moments, and that in fact she would probably need help and support. He reached Kazul's den in time to hear Odd explaining matters to Kazul more bluntly than he would have done with Odd. Yollalunta And then, just like that, it was all over. Yolla could hardly believe it. He had basically ignored Sehvi for the remainder of the fight because, let's face it, watching a battle between Aesir and the captain who was challenging him for the position of warlord was far more interesting than fighting with a silly girl about whether or not she could grow up to be a warlord. And this fight was especially exciting. There had been that blow that had probably blinded Aesir in his one eye, that had been an enormous surprise, but then following that Njal had done...something. Yolla hadn't know at first what it was the other warrior was doing. He initially thought that Njal had actually torn out Aesir's throat, but it appeared that was not the case. Whatever he had done had been less lethal, although evidently effective. Was the warlord - the former warlord, that is - even alive? It was difficult to tell at first. Yolla decided that he was. And then Njal was declared the victor and something resembling chaos began to break loose. Aesir's offspring and their offspring began shifting around and Njal was making declarations about how things would be during his tenure as the warlord. It was astounding. Yolla was actually watching history being made. His dad would be so disappointed that he wasn't here to see this happen. And so with that in mind, despite the chaos, Yolla remained where he was, trying to take in everything so he could tell Galning about it when he returned.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 9:24 am
Stunned and in shock, Hroarr still managed to offer comfort to his half-sister as their father struggled, then fell. He stared at the fallen Warlord, his mind spinning, until Ember's pleading broke through his thoughts. The angry roars and snarls around him filtered in at the same moment, nearly overwhelming him with their anger, fear, and resentment. Ember was right, they needed to go, and swiftly. He was acutely aware that there were those in this crowd that would despise him for his blood alone, and even further for his softer nature.
"Come, sister," he murmured in her ear as he sidled away from those surging towards the victor. "I need to find a few others, but I agree... it is time to leave." How it ached his heart to say so! But it wasn't safe here for the non-fighters of his family. He didn't know what was going to happen to the other half-siblings, or even his own, but he now had a responsibility to both his betrothed and the thralls under his care. To him, those thralls weren't slaves, but individuals he agreed to care for and look after. He couldn't leave them to face this sort of chaos and possible hatred. Steering Ember with firm nudges with his nose, he guided her out of the crowd and towards his den. Hopefully they could find Anezka somehow on the way. For now... this conflict was over, and his father's defeat was fiercely bitter on his tongue.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 5:14 pm
Ember let herself be guided through the crowd, her mind whirling painfully with everything she had just seen and the visions struggling to break past her mental barriers. Closing her eyes tight, and keeping her flank pressed against the warm fur of her half-brother, she could only nod carefully, trusting him to lead them both out of this madness.
Once free of the crippling press of bodies and emotions Ember would be able to regain control of her own mind, but for that moment the usually confident and self-assured female was totally dependent on her half-brother.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 1:14 pm
Aesir struggled, then slowly went limp. Bousvor sighed. It was the end of an era, and begining of another. He had never really had the chance to get to know the former warlord. Perhaps that would differ now. The tawny male rose to his feet. He noted those related for Aesir were worming through the crowd, heading out. They were no longer safe here. He could see why. The new warlord was unlikely to let rivals whom might hold a grudge remain in any position of power. From his spot he gave a bow to the new Warlord.
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