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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:05 am
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 UmiMekka wasn't the largest lion to ever walk the rogue lands, but he certainly wasn't average sized to say the least. His encounter with that... savvy.. lioness was still playing on loop in his head, including the good advice she'd given him about what it was to be a pirate, if he was lucky he would find her here. Luck, however was not this lion's speciality, matter of fact, if he were a betting lion he would wager the dialect would be the first thing that popped out of his mouth once he got his paws on some fermented fruit.
That's not to say this proud massive beast was any sort of addict or lush, only that Mekka believed this would allow some unlocked chest to open and a second nature to finally surface. In fact he was mostly honest, inexcusably loyal, yet calloused from years of rouge land games. Indeed he felt the excitement down to his bones as he got closer to the pride's limits. He'd heard rumors about the different crews and their respective captains, there was one lion in particular he had hoped to find and a few he did not. However attempting to hide a big red blob was fruitless, bold and proud was his only option. |
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 4:30 pm
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Normally, he didn't prefer the fermented fruits that had been a way of life since he was younger. No, he just didn't like to be outside his own head. He was smart, and who knew if altering his mind would force him to make mistakes he otherwise would never make.
But today was one of those days that he just felt there was no better place to be. So why not. He had made his way to Suravel's brewery, where he knew that a lot of lions would be conversing. He would have to deal with others trying to talk to him, hell maybe even trying to fight. Who knew. The bar was a place that wasn't always easy to predict.
He walked into the larger den, his pose stiff and confident. He was a burly lion, large and muscular. He was intimidating if you didn't know him, and even more intimidating if you did. He wasn't a nice lion, far from it. He hadn't inherited his father's compassion. If anything he had inherited his mother's drive. He adverted the eyes that were staring at him as he walked in. He watched others shrink back in hopes he wouldn't notice them. He had, but he wouldn't call them out. He wasn't in that type of mood.
"Wench, I want a drink. Bring me the best ye got." He called out, his paw banging on a rock as he called out to one of the corsairs. |
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 1:18 pm
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Odd, there was no lions patrolling the borders, no one to keep him out or take him to the leader he didn't want to see. Mekka took comfort in this, to him it was a sign that they weren't afraid of intruders on their lands or even that they welcomed a lamb to stray into the lions den for annihilation.
Now well into the lands, Mekka found the gathering place they called a brewery and stood as much in the dark as the eyesore could. The first thing he noticed was the size of the other lions in the den, he didn't tower over them (all) as much as he did the puny rogue creatures. Excitement and relief weren't the expressions he chose to display on his face however, for that he reserved a grumpy demeanor as he looked about.
A voice above the rest, it was more of a bark really, caused him to pause and turn to the exact lion he was looking for, couldn't mistake the marking on his back for any other. Well, it was possible, but highly improbable. After the corsair had left the lions presence, he motioned her over. Quietly he asked her to bring two more of whatever she had just served the black blur as soon as soon as he had finished the current one, on him. Then sent her along her way, to avoid any awkward gestures, they weren't exactly his trick.
Approaching the subject, he announced himself with a subtle beat on the ground. "Captain Blackbeard, sir." The large lion lowered his head to eye level to show no threat. "May I spend a moment of your time?" It was the eyes of this lion that separated him from the rest, his milky lavender eyes sliced into the core of a creature, searching for an echo of the soul.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:29 pm
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The Pirates were cocky. They liked to think that they couldn't be bested .But most were good with their weapons of choice. Some worked in poisons, others worked with just tooth and claw. But should a stranger of nefarious purposes come through, it would be easily stopped. It was amazing how quick Pirates could band together to defend something they all had a vested interest in.. Like their lives..
Blackbeard ignored the corsair that placed the drink down on the rock that he was seated at. It wasn't really a drink, but a watermelon that had been allowed to ferment. He supposed it was drink enough. It was cut in half, and half of it was the serving that had been given to him.
He was quite ready to enjoy it, he turned to see a new face staring at him. He arched an eyebrow, unsure of who this guy was. But more importantly, he wasn't wise enough not to keep quiet around him. So that was proof enough he was new.
"Aye. That be me." He said, taking a bite of the rotten fruit before turning his attention back to the male. He motioned with his paw for him to sit at the rock. "If you make it quick." He said, but he wasn't really keeping time. |
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:52 pm
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That was along the lines of the greeting Umi was expecting, he took up the rock, cautiously keeping an eye out for hidden weapons (a tactic used against him before). It simplified matters to prepare for everything instead of anticipating a single situation, there were some crazies in the rogue lands, which was one of the reasons why he was so anxious to be in this black lion's presence.
So he got to the point, barely above a whisper. "I seek a purpose. I hear you could use an experienced, loyal paw to rise, and fight if need be." That was the hook he'd been working on the entire trip to the pride's lands, his social graces weren't top notch but the statement was tossing the coin into the air. If he was unneeded, he knew right then and he could go down a different route of life in the pride. A lion without a cause, is a lost cause. |
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 7:18 pm
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"Aye... Am" Umi took a shot with the pirate dialect, but it didn't really seem to sound quite right."Yes'ir." Probably still not right, but it would come with time.
"If you need a warrior with honor un-seducable by treasures and random booty, I am your lion." In his youth, these words would have been meaningless, a trick even, but now he could truly devote his metal to a lion deserving of it. From what he was told, this was one move he would not regret.
It was rare that Mekka was on the other side of a lion hunt, a nice shift which provided him a good opportunity to show his gumption. When the Captain had finished his 'drink' he waved the corsair over for another for the two. Was he trying to get the other lion drunk? Not necessarily, but there were few better ways to measure worth than a fermentation limit exhibition. |
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 11:21 pm
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Blackbeard almost smiled when the red lion tried speaking in the pirate lingo. It was amusing when others tried learning their ways. But he had to give the boy credit, he was trying. That was a start, and it definitely said he was looking to please. Blackbeard knew that was the perfect sort to be on his crew..The type that just wanted to please.
"I would think you strange if you weren't seduced by the call of loot and treasure." Blackbeard said, eyeing him up as he took another bite of his fermented fruit. Chewing thoughtfully, he swallowed before turning his gaze back to the lion.
"However, I appreciate your loyalty, and it will serve you well. If only because you know that traitors will suffer a slow, slow death." He warned, making sure that the male knew what he was getting into. A Captain and his crew was almost sacred, in that it was joining a new purpose..Joining a new family.. You were to do what you were commanded, even if it was against your code.
The lioness that we serving the pub today, handed the fruit to Blackbeard, and he took a bite with a smile.
"Keep providing me the likes of this, and you have a deal."
(SO Sorry this took so long ; wink |
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:24 pm
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Blackbeard looked around himself, noting the female company they had around them. He arched and eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't really partake in female company. He had the mother of his offspring, that was all he needed. Not that he was monogamous, but he couldn't stand the thought of fathering more children...
"If you are interested in them, yes." He said flatly, before taking another bite of the fruits and clearing his throat.
"The evening draws to a close, and I am in need of sleep. Stay, chat with the corsairs. " He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his paw.
"Welcome to the crew." Then he was gone, walking out of the cavern, rather straight for a rather drunk Captain.. |
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