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 Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:59 pm
((This RP takes place before Ru's Exile.))  The days were long and Don was still getting use to his new home. He was a joining rogue, having lived in solitude all his life, and yet he found himself captivated by this new pride. They so much like himself. He fought we he wanted, ate when he wanted, and took whatever the heck he felt like taking- because he could. Because he was strong. It was his right and he had always believed it to be, so it was refreshing to find a group of like minded individuals. So much so, that he found himself relaxing in what little sun shone in the cold climate of the Stormborn. It was chilly. He'd have to get used to that.
Gala was not as young as she use to be. Sure, she was still of child-bearing age, but her once silken coat was tempered and beginning to feel coarse. It wasn't entirely noticeable she supposed, at least not to anyone but herself, but the lioness realized she was no longer the young maiden she thought herself to be. Oh, she was still a lovely sight no doubt, but she had lost something. Was it that spunk every young lion seemed to possess? Probably. She was feeling slower, more deliberate- more practiced. In a nostalgic mood, she settled herself comfortably on her haunch and began to hum. Nothing in particular, but it carried, and it blossomed. Soon it would become something more, but for now the tune was content to warm-up slowly.
Magnus had gotten on in years. He had been a reaver once, he had brought much glory to the pride and to himself in those younger days. Though age had caught up to him, and his arrogance made him careless; which, had ultimately ended in nearly crippling him on a Viking. He walked with a noticeable limp in left hip, the motion jerky. It made him grimace. He had since retired from reaving, and would one day find his final glory in battle, but for now he was pleasantly content to enjoy the spoils the pride had to offer. Women, mint, and an abundance of food seemed enough to placate him. Still mellowed by last night's mint as it lingered in his system, he could not help but grin- big and stupidly -at the sound of a soft harmony. He drew him in, and the large lion soon found himself with the voice's owner. Ah, he should have known. Without regard to invitation Magnus sat himself down in front of her, ears pricked to listen. She was just humming now, but he had heard Gala sing her songs before, and in his smooth mellow he wanted to enjoy it again.
Jord was not far from where Gala and Magnus had chosen to settle. In fact, she was surprised to find that they had just appeared at what was seemingly nowhere. Then again, she was probably guilty of day-dreaming again, would explain her not seeing them approach. Her head tilted curiously at Gala's tune. She had heard some of the bards spin their tales, and they were interesting, but she was young and not easily drawn into listening to them. Should she leave then? She was a bit uncomfortable around 'the arts', as it wasn't something she practiced, nor did she want to learn. Unsure, she remained in the area, watching skeptically as Magnus seemed to settle himself closer to Gala. Maybe she should leave...?
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 1:29 pm
 Hethur was a small lioness, but sturdy of form, as well as a known spitfire, headstrong and still full of youth. It was on this day was was walking rather briskly down some nearby path when the sound of a growing melody caught her ears. Hethur had an affinity towards music and entertainment in general. She was always so frustrated for it though - only males could be bards after all. How absurd! UGH... It was one of the common arguments Hethur got in to on almost a daily basis. She detoured and soon came upon the small gathering. As expected, it was Gala, someone the young Hethur could really look up to in the pride. Not wanting to interrupt, she gave polite nods of acknowledgement to those gathered before lending her own voice to the ever growing melody. The sense of camaraderie that some got from their Vikings, Hethur received from collaborating her artsy talents with others. It was a warmth of the heart and a lift of the spirits.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 4:57 pm
She wasn't surprised at the boldness of Magnus' sudden desire to sit before her. He was an old thing, probably more so than herself, and likely past any social awkwardness that plagued many of the youth now a days. In truth, it did not bother her, but it was not the appearance of the lone male that pulled a smile onto her maw. Ah! How lovely! Without so much as breaking her tune Gala rose to touch foreheads with the young Hethur, finding delight in the added voice. Perhaps the two could put on quite the performance together. She gave herself a moment to harmonize, before allowing the melody to grow. Soon it would break, and music would flow between them.
Ah... ooh. Now there was another getting ready to sing? Jord was definately starting to feel more uncomfortable. She couldn't sing, and she wasn't much of a dancer. Not to mention this was starting to feel more like 'private' gathering with how close everyone was. Even Magnus seemed pleased by Hethur's arrival! Hoping to sneak off undetected, Jord turned to leave, the unease read easily from her body language and how she held herself. Maybe she'd go watch the Reaver's spar? That seemed more up her alley, no doubt.
Unfortunately for Jord, she did not get far. Magnus had happened to notice her out of the corner of his eye and the boastful male gave joyous bark of a laugh. "Jord! By the Stormlord's balls, girl! Take a seat, enjoy the show!" He did not mind interrupting the two lionesses in their humming. They had yet to actually start singing and it would be a shame to let Jord slip off. When the girl seemed to freeze at him, the old lion merely barked another laugh, got up, and then proceeded to herd her toward where he had previously been sitting. He curled one of his massive paws around her shoulder, pulling her into sitting next to him. Perfect. Now he had entertainment, a woman, and a mellow buzz. That big stupid grin had just gotten bigger.
It was hard not to overhear all the noise coming from down the path. Don'zaraasir had always held some form of curiosity when it came to the Stormborn's way of life, and thus far he agreed with the blood and the killing and the taking of things that weren't there's. But it was the social aspect that eluded him. Hmm, this was worth investigating. The large golden brute pushed himself up and wandered closer to the noise, finding himself in quite the gathering, and showing up just in time to catch Magnus catch himself a woman to sit down with. Lucky b*****d. Don's interest however, was caught with the red-maned lioness now humming with the silver one. The reaver wandered closer to the group, keeping silent as he settled himself on the other side of Jord. Which in turn earned him a suspicious glance from the old lion on her other side. Don merely smirked.
Oh my, they were drawing quite the crowd! She could have felt sorry for Jord, but in all honesty the girl wasn't being harmed. Magnus was an old fool, no doubt, but he had never been a particularly hurtful old fool. Her voice remained soft, easing itself into the melodies of song as she started the pair on a familiar little tune.
From deep within the cold, so bold
A brave lion with fire, behold!
Boastful was he, when the day he did win
For glory and riches, and women to bed!
Not many could deny, for the reaver had come from up-high
The blood of the ancients, of Stormborn, of Gods!
((I'm just making up the lyrics, feel free to jump in with some of your own. <3))
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 7:55 am
No doubt the crowed the two lionesses were getting would make the bards jelous - the sexist bards who wouldn't allow a woman in to their ranks. HA!
Tyrant of flames, of blood, of pain
did upon the Stormborn bring darkness and woe!
He rose up in power as otherd did fall
and his reign was known as the Fiery Agression!
With the wrath of a demon, a devil, he fought
not a soul was spared his tyrannical rule!
But one did come, from the mountains high,
to challange the lord to an Askorun...
With her words she danced, nimble and light on her paws, dramatic and daring as they recited the tale that....may or may not have been ever based on fact. But that was the beauty of stories.
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