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 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:09 pm
AkaneAkane humphed to herself quietly. She had to remind herself these lions were not like her family had once been. She would give them a chance to do it their way. Her gold eyes fixed on the Ambassador with her ears laid back; her dislike of him plain. She stoutly ignored any looks from other lions. Determined not to take her eyes off the Nergui male while the regents were present.
His speech didn't make her feel any happier either. Her tail lashed a bit. To her it sounded like there was a fight coming if the Firekin didn't agree to be their allies. Akane wasn't sure if she should be pleased or not that the Nergui thought them both similiar. So, stick with their current allies and fight, or switch sides and join the Nergui?
"If we become your allies does that mean we have to give up our ways?" This was important to her. She wouldn't bow down to them. Akane bit her cheek as he continued to talk. Arrogant little b*****d. She hoped the regents would not conceed his claim for the prisoner. The red female wanted to spit at his feet when he called himself honest. Really?
No however came through. Akane let out a pleased growl as she called out the male. But the choices? Keep him or release him? "He said that dire things would happen if we killed him. Lets see if his pride values him as much as he thinks," it was of course said at a mutter. At least that way there would be no worries about him talking or making trouble here. Akane knashed her teeth a moment. "I say get him out of here."
PlamenThe bright red male nodded as his father adviced remaining back. He was sure there was lots of boring talking going on right now. Plamen made some noises in his throat as he tried to get a good look at the Nergui. He was somewhat disappointed that the lion looked so..... normal.
"What's so special about him father?" He should have had two tails or extra toes at least. He plopped back down, but craned his ears forward to listen. The talking was intense up there. He didn't like the Nergui lion's oily words. One third of the pride didn't mean much to him, but thinking about his parents and siblings did. He gave a small cub hiss at the Ambassador.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 5:19 am
Mwale'kono cast his gaze to the ground momentarily, the gears clicking into place as he decided his own twist on the ambassadors fate, before he began to voice a few concerns. "What if.." He looked from member to member. "He has seen all he needs to, and wants to report back home?" He mused. "I vote we send him away, with the message that, we are ready." For whatever they were bringing, whatever mind games they were playing.. He rolled his shoulders in a muscular gesture. "Of course, we could injure him first, that would be a significantly effective message." A smile flickered onto his face, but he reasoned with himself. Sending an injured ambassador back would surely prompt war, but the pride seemed to want the relief, the revenge.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:43 pm
[ So sorry about the delay! My internet took a major nosedive these past few days. ]
While the others debated his fate, Tarak rather nonchalantly continued to answer a few lingering questions shouted to him. "If you became our allies, you would not convert. You would already be one of us. That is our way. We are not a collection of allies. We are not even Nergui, or whatever name you wish to give us. We are sra vauvra. We need no name or allegiance."
A savvy fellow, should they be listening, might notice the slight hesitation upon saying the nergui word. Almost as though he were not as comfortable with the language itself.
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With judgement more or less decided in perfect unison, No rumbled low in her throat. Her dark jade eyes bore down at the ambassador. "Be lucky our votes sway in favor of your life and freedom."
The black lion simply smiled. "Were you a friend of Graos Oma, you would need no votes. All would simply listen."
No's muzzle flinched. She motioned for the guards. "Be thankful then that it is not my choice, and my choice alone. Show him on his way then. Perhaps if you take those eyes of his he'll die in the desert and all our hands will be washed of it."
Tarak hardly flinched. Across the crowd, Elcca slunk further back into the mass of people. Something bad was coming.
She just didn't know what.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:37 am
Mwale could feel the same sense of impending doom he assumed everyone could. Well, not particularly doom, but definately something that did not rest well with him. This lion looked suave, but also flighty. His true intentions would be a mystery, for now. He had gone from living as a rogue to being involved in a whole pride full of strong-headed lions, and he wanted to do his part to protect it, if the time came. Who was this Graos Oma he spoke of? He seemed to have some idea of all the creatures across the lands that did not resist as a kind of force, or a religion. He did not understand at all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 10:49 am
((sorry for delay, I am very ill ;; ))
Mwako'Damu wished to grip this male by the head and give him a message, a message so dark and strong indeed. That if this male came within feet of the female who had come for his mother...had taken her from him, her home, her pride, that he would not rest until he found a solemn and true justice for whom she was.
BUt, with all the grief and anger there was, with Kosuke's outspoken word, Mwako'Damu hesitated, and glared in the male direction.
"Kooka," he spoke silently.
"Yes master friend sir?"
"Follow him out, amke sure he looks for no one and nothing...do not go past the borders." He would follow to.
"Yes," and the bird took flight."
This male was not welcome.
He would not stay. not while Mwako was there.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 3:05 pm
"Nothing on the outside." Heti replied to his son, Plamen. "Not that I can see." The male before them was certainly very plain. "It's what's on the inside. There is a corruption there, son. He's been twisted up inside by crazed beliefs." Perhaps he was mad. Perhaps all of the Nergui were mad. "It's in his voice. Do you hear it? He speaks in a way that makes lies seem like truth."
And perhaps truth to appear as lies...
He crouched beside his son, close and protective. If the Firekin were going to hurt the 'ambassador' before sending him back he did not want his son to see such things. Yes, so war and death was possibly an inevitable thing for them and their family now but Plamen was young. Too young to see such things. He was thus grateful when No motioned for them to take the Nergui away, releasing a sigh.
"It looks like the decision has been made. And for the best." He would not have rested easy knowing that another of the enemy was within their pride - even if he was kept guarded at all times. "Come." He said to his son. "Let's get back to your brothers and sisters."
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Kidondo, stoic and motionless, listened to the exchange without any obvious emotion. The only movement was the wind in his whiskers and mane and the slightest of narrowing about the eyes. Something was still wrong with this. A feeling stirred in his gut, something cold and dark. His instincts had always been fine-tuned and he'd learned to trust them.
But what was he to do when there was no other option to take?
The choice had been made and it was the better of the poor options available to them.
"Sir." Azar'bijan murmured under his breath, tilting an ear towards the regent. "Perhaps we should have him followed."
But Kidondo did not even acknowledge hearing the suggestion, simply staring at the Nergui being ushered off by his guards.
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Roho, sullen and angry, turned and departed. There was nothing left for her here now. Not even the enjoyment of harming one of the creatures who had decimated her first pride.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 3:25 am
 Eld was trembling with excitement, but he had managed to keep his mouth shut throughout the meeting. He didn't want to be smacked for speaking up or accidentally saying something dumb. The prospect of taking a prisoner, or killing the fake ambassador was exciting, and the result of the vote was a bit of an anticlimax. He was still too young to realise the gravity of the situation, and he mistook the tension in the air for excitement or possibly anger about the way the vote had turned.
Sending this lion off into the desert again didn't seem like a big deal at all, and he craned his neck to see who'd escort him out again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 10:15 am
Morag reappeared on the outskirts of the gathering with no fanfare, keeping herself back to draw as little attention as possible. She wasn't hiding, but she wanted a bit of information on what she'd missed before she rejoined officially.
Her little visit with Miah had been enlightening and after a little bit of listening, she nodded approval of the decision to make the ambassador leave without the prisoner. There was more going on here than one saw at first glance, and if she worked things the right way, Miah could potentially be far more useful to them here than returned to his homeland... as long as she could find a way to prove to herself and the pride that he truly was a traitor to his old pride and not a spy. No one could be trusted fully, but it was a waste of time and effort to keep him prisoner. They needed to decide what to do with him.
She watched the decision announced with narrowed eyes, waiting for the Nergui to be escorted away before she followed. The discussion here could wait, she needed to see what this stranger would do, having his request denied.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 3:43 pm
Tarsa shoved Tarak from behind, clearly appreciating this turn of events. As far as he was concerned, the message for Graos Oma would be heard loud and clear. Armada followed at his heels.
As for the ambassador, he followed them politely even against the jeers. As he was escorted away, his low voice drawled to the guards at his side: "I op keriori, i'ay daa ruoss kei," he hummed in a lilting dialect that seemed far reposed from the northern tongue. "Graos Oma does not forget, and nor do I."
Up on her seat, No leaned forward to watch the black lion pass. Perhaps she and this faceless warlord had something in common. No would not forget this 'ambassador', and she committed his face and scars to memory. The entire occurrence seemed to have the pride on edge, and she had her suspicions if that might not have been the goal in and of itself.
Once the guards and Tarak were out of sight, she turned towards those who had remained. "These fools will regret making enemies of me," she muttered lowly. Then, a bit louder: "We will reconvene tomorrow."
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Mimsey generated a random number between
1 and 9 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:02 am
ROLLINGGG. Page number first, then post. If it is anyone who cannot have the cub, the cub will go to the next person going down.
Full image
This cub is a huria, so he will be leaving at adolescence. Please read up on pride hurias to know how their training usually goes!
Please contact Andranis for his name and cert info! <3
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Mimsey generated a random number between
1 and 15 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:03 am
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