[PRP] Intruders. Meh. (Nemanja & Sayida)

[Uta]

So he had returned. The lion picked his way through the mountainous terrain, not at all concerned with the sights and the splendor surrounding him. He was back at the haven of the gods -- exactly why his paws had returned, he knew not why. Perhaps, subconsciously he desired to be around kin, to remind himself of exactly who and what he was. He certainly didn't care who he was around, or if company mattered. What was a mortal compared to a god? The same thing, as far as Nemanja figured, except without nearly as long a lifespan. Uncaring as ever, the lion picked his way along the mountain side, little concern on where he might or might not go.

Despite having lack of feeling and emotion, the black and white spike tailed creature DID have hunger and fatigue as any other. He could still feel pain, even if he cared little about whether or not he experienced it. He still had to eat, and he still had to keep himself alive. From the looks of his disheveled mane and matted fur, it was easy to see he didn't care much at all about anything, including his appearance. Despite his lack of care, he knew his paws ached and his muscles were tense from the trip.

He was, in essence, fatigued and felt a desire to rest. Luckily, there was a great cave amidst the mountain side. Nemanja didn't give pause to wonder if another might dwell within. He didn't care what he might find within the comfort of the shadows and darkness, and so he ambled forth. It was cool, and the stone rough beneath his paws. Submerging within the shadows of cave, he didn't bother to go terribly far and with a heavy sigh flopped ungracefully to the ground. He kept his paws spread out, his chin resting on the rubble and stone, and he honestly looked miserable.

But what did he care? So long as his paws didn't have to support his massive weight, so long as he didn't have to think or feel or do anything he was fine. He wasn't happy, he wasn't sad, he just . . .was. In fact, the comfort of the shadow and muted sounds of the cave were almost pleasant. Everything was numb, and here he could truly disregard and not feel, not care, not bother.

Perhaps he'd stay.
 

[Nyhility]

Small and thin wings folded crisply against her spine as the lioness prowled onward, her dark form like a shadow against the mountain's slate hues. The snow here was thicker than it was below, with the surrounding clouds always capping the mountain top with it's pure and cold substance. Sayida hated it. Even with her thickset fur and tail, it was a burden for her to shuffle through while carefully remaining on the mountain's tricky cliff. Not that it'd be of any threat to her should she tumble. It just be an unfortunate and bothersome turn of events.

Casting her poor sight up the blinding slope, the Goddess continued her trek without comment. She knew there was no point continuing her complaining thoughts to herself, lest she receive a migraine. Besides that, she was but a turn away from reaching her perch; a minute platform of smooth stone before being engulfed in a black cavity into the mountains depths. It'd be a welcoming sight for the Goddess, as she tired of the common bland sight and smell of this realm. Or its lack thereof.

But Sayida paused, her brows quirking as she looked down. Her paw had stepped deeper suddenly, and she was surprised to see a larger imprint already cast in the snow under her. Huh. Lifting her paw and swiping a layer of snow over the indent, she moved forward with a taunt tension to her muzzle. Just who had come across this ridge?

Entering one of her many caverns, Sayida welcomed the familiar click of her claws against the chilled stone. And though her eyes didn't catch the intruder right away, her nose certainly had. It was another God lion, but that was the most she could learn of it. As to the stranger's domain or temperament....she hoped it wasn't offensive. Although his fur smelt of dust and a little too much time in the sun.

Stopping near the mouth of the cave, Sayida peered at the messy mass a few feet within. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought it as snow piled on a peculiar dark set of boulders. But the texture and motion gave way to it being the other God. However, after a few moments spent staring at the stranger, Sayida simply shrugged to herself. He seemed already to be incapacitated to be of any bother to her. Or he was dead....but unlikely for a God. Shaking the snow from her wild mane, the purple lioness coiled into a tight circle before settling against the cave wall, intending for a cold if not short nap.

 

[Uta]

While the lump of pale white and ebony fur gave the appearance of incapacitation, he was strangely alert and aware of his surroundings. While he might not give much feeling or care over the matter, Nemanja'janan was surprisingly an alert and clever creature. Unfortunately, not many were able to recognize such behavior. They either didn't tolerate his apathy long enough to dig deep, or (if they were mortal) they often were overcome by his own lack of care and became too disinterested to continue pressing conversation.

Either way, it was what it was.

So when Sayida and approached, Nemanja was quite aware of another presence. His ears heard the click of her claws against the cold cavern, and his body could sense someone watching him. Still, he made no movement and was as still as stone, as if waiting for something, anything to happen. Surprisingly enough, whoever was within the cave with him (he had to assume another God due to their location) made no comment or noise. In fact, had the white furred male not heard the soft touch of claws he might very well have thought himself imagining things.

Time seemed to still, to slow, and the black eyed male finally decided it was time to speak. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he felt it was his duty to at least acknowledge whoever it was that might be near. "If this cave be claimed, I hope one might forgive my trespassing." He still made no motion to get up, to look around, to see who haunted him. It didn't matter. His words were quiet but deep, gentle though devoid of inflection and feeling.

And if the other individual did mind? Well. It wouldn't matter and would have no effect on if he lingered or decided to leave.

 

[Nyhility]

The Goddess hardly acknowledged the other, content to curl silently within her cave and pride without interruption. As while this individual was very well a trespasser, he had yet to throw offense upon her, let alone react at all. And she much rather preferred it that way as it would otherwise result in an unnecessary scuffle of powers. Out in the cold snow, too.

Examining her frosted nails with a minor frown at the numb sensation, the dark Goddess sighed tiredly. It was a low sound, both in volume and enthusiasm, and so it hardly reflected off the cavern walls. Sayida flicked an ear, idly wondering if the mortal caves far below were the same as her home up here. Would they be just as hushed and inviting to her presence too? "And without an uninvited guest as well?...." With that neutral remark, she slid her chin on the smooth ground, angling her head until she had a full view of the other individual. Perhaps she was mistaken and he truly was dead?

But then a voice spoke out, nearly too loud in this muted location, and Sayida pinned her ears back to the unexpected noise. It was belated, but it was an apology all the same.

"You must realize it is a crime then, to make a plead for your action." Shifting with another sigh, the Goddess leaned heavily upon an elbow as she laid. Her energy as of late had been low, and she wondered if it was the weather to blame. Or boredom.  

[Uta]

Nemanja'janan didn't mind the quiet, or the cold. He was content to lie in his heap of fur and feathers, to listen to the light tapping of claws against ice, to listen to the emptiness of the cave surrounding him. He was in no rush, he had no place to go, and had no desire to move. He was here, and within the confines of this cave he couldn't help but feel numb. The cave asked no questions, made no demands, and allowed him to simply exist. It harbored secrets, it harbored depth, it harbored a reality and rules he could abide by. The cave was as numb as he was, and that was all well and good for Nemanja'janan.

But he wasn't alone. No, the tapping of claws and the presence of another god was near. Still, it didn't both the winged male who lay within a collapsed heap upon the ice and snow. Let whoever it was linger, let them study him, question him, or disregard him, he didn't care. It was all the same, really, whether they spoke and acknowledged his presence or they walked on without a word. Whoever he was with was just another part of the cave, was no more important than the air he breathed, the rocks of the walls, the ice, the cold. It just was.

Still, his ears turned so he might better hear what the voice said. She was calling his trespass a crime, which meant he was in the wrong. Oh well. The tip of his spiked tail gave a small flick, but otherwise he stayed quiet for a long moment. "Then consider me a criminal. It matters not to me." Good guy, bad guy, there were many evil deeds Nemanja had allowed happen. How many had he watched starve? How many had he watched get killed and cry out for his aid? He wasn't evil, but he was neutral, and that was just as bad! Still, the god couldn't really bring himself to care.

"But if you wish me gone, say so, and I will seek shelter elsewhere." His voice was as numb as the cold surrounding them. It wasn't that he really cared what she felt or thought of him, but he was doing his best to mirror the polite behavior he often had witnessed as a cub, and down in the mortal worlds. He might not feel the emotions, but he could pretend to be a gentleman.
 

[Nyhility]

While Nemanja'janan could behave or even act the role of a gentleman, the dark Goddess was a different case. By mortal and immortal means, she was an old individual and as such found no reason to clip her words. And so the female reopened her eyes to regard the casual individual with a slight degree of agitation. "No, your crime is sometime ago committed. For that I can not argue." Sayida lifted her head now, thick locks of her mane shifting over her shoulders and her metal headband clinking on the stone floor. "However, your stench still lingers. To that, I ask you remove yourself, if not move to better ventilation." The mouth of her cave was wide, true, but not so wide as to circulate all of the stale cavern air.

As if to prove her point, a gust of wind howled and curled at the cave's entrance, bringing with it a flurry of biting snowflakes. Wincing her eyes closed for that moment, the female barred the chilly assault as it landed on her fur like fine powder. The moment passed, and Sayida stood to shake the snow as best as she could. Again, she had to pause and wonder why she bothered remaining in this 'Haven'.

"Have you not your own cave to lounge in?" Even with this being her terrain and optimum domain for her abilities, the Goddess knew nothing of what the other God was capable of. With his large size alone, Sayida didn't dare turn her back to try and wander passed him and further within the cave. Consider it a law of the land among Gods and Goddess'.
 

[Uta]

Nemanja'janan stayed quiet, even as the wind gusted and echoed throughout the cave. His ebony eyes stared at nothing in particular, and might have been assumed to be vacant. It wasn't accurate though, for there was much that the large god considered and thought about; he did his best to keep a stance of pure neutrality and apathy, but it was easier said than done.

He was born the god of Apathy, after all, but he was not born to be completely apathetic. He had emotions, he had feelings, somewhere deep within his soul. While he often chose to disregard such things, that was frequently difficult to do. Especially because he had been born and raised under the watchful gaze of his mother, and she had done her best to make sure he had some sort of manners and good graces.

So this goddess wished for him to move. Was irritated by his presence. This didn't bother - or really concern - Nemanja'janan in the least. And if he had his way, he would just continue to lay flopped on the stone in a heap. But on the other paw, the words of his mother ran true. It would be rude to ignore her request, to keep her offguard and so upset. He didn't wish to listen, didn't care to, but . . . . old habits died hard.

"I was unaware this was your particular dwelling. A cave is a cave." He added quietly, not particularly attached to wherever his body came to rest. Sometimes it was in a cave, sometimes it was in a snow bank. Sometimes it was down in the mortal plains, sometimes it was not. Either way, the lion saw no place and every place as home.

"But if you wish me gone..." It was almost painful to watch his massive form slowly shift. He moved his paws beneath him, gave a small flick of his spiked tail and every awkwardly sat up. He stopped though, his wings half-folded, half-iced over from lack of use. It would be awhile longer yet before he actually moved to leave.