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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:00 pm
It was a dark, moonless night. Scattered clouds obscured the stars here and there, leaving what lay below only dimly lit. For the superstitious, it was the sort of night to make one keep close to their home.
For a discontented Druid, it was perfect.
A rusty brown lioness prowled through the undergrowth, weaving her way through foliage and around the occasional tree. At length, her rangy form emerged into a small clearing. Bríd glanced around before chuffing a quiet roar.
A signal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 12:04 pm
Nights like this made her feel more at home than the sunlight ever did. Morgana watched the dark sky above, clouds rolling slowly over what few stars could poke through. It was deceptively peaceful.
She smiled to herself and padded along.
She heard the signal and followed it, emerging from the underbrush leisurely. She had a bit of swagger to her, which she liked to make known. She was confident, happy. She had her place now, and was working on making it more. Maybe she did miss her mother and her siblings, but her parents were the ones to cast her out.
They were the ones who had her ire. Her blood mother, the Queen Ygraine, and her mate, Uther. The King, who was perhaps her step father in theory. He was not her blood father, at least, as Ygraine had been taken by a druid. Thus the cubs Uther hated, and didn't want living with them in the castle. Morgana had been sent to live in the Uliacha, and despite her 'best' efforts to behave, had ended up being sent to the Ravine Prison.
But she was out now, and ready to get her revenge. Slowly, carefully, but she was working on it.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:33 pm
Bright green eyes hardly seemed to blink as Bríd watched the other lioness emerge from the brush. She was silent for a long moment, before dipping her head in a brief nod. When she spoke, her voice was low, hushed. "Morgana. I trust you were not followed?"
She had little fear of it, of course. If anyone knew the stakes of the quiet war the Druids waged, it was the illegitimate daughter of the Queen herself. However, caution was always advisable.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 8:46 am
"I should hope not, or I would be very disappointed in myself," Morgana said leisurely, offering a coy smile. She was always plotting, and never looked innocent. There was always something churning in that head of hers.
This moment seemed no different. She hummed thoughtfully.
"How do you fare this evening?" She was kind enough to her fellow Druids. She had a deep love for them, and she wanted to make sure they were strong and happy, well taken care of. The King wasn't going to do that for them, so she would do it. And she would succeed.
Then the Toka would feel what it was like, being treated like scum.
It was only fair.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 9:12 pm
"Of course." A smirk, a nod. Bríd had held little doubt of Morgana's ability to elude followers, if not suspicion. But suspicion was the constant companion of nearly every Druid, rather than anything unusual. Barely worth attention until it intensified...but always worth resentment. The rust-brown lioness had resented it from her infancy, until she had decided to begin earning it. She would help her people. Perhaps, gods willing, she would live to see her people free.
"No more than the usual attention," she replied with a hint of pride. A Druid would always earn wary glances, but she was 'just a huntress.' Hunting was...a wonderful excuse to slip into the wilds. Stepping near to the base of a tree, she brushed aside some fallen debris to reveal something resembling a crude bag. She'd brought it, and the items within, here some time earlier, to reduce the risk of revealing Morgana should she be discovered with it. "I believe you will find this useful."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:54 am
Morgana reveled in the suspicions she garnered. She enjoyed herself, her plots, her fun. Let the Toka worry about her: she never did anything she could get blamed for, get called out for. Get thrown in prison for. She had done that once before, and she did not want to let them have that power over her again.
If she was going to go back there, it was always and only on her own terms.
She would not let the Toka have power over her in any way.
Smiling, she nodded her head. It was good that her fellows were keeping low profiles as well. She did not want to cause an uprising, not yet: if they showed their hand too soon they would not have the strength they needed to succeed. Everything in due time, in due course. Morgana was patient enough for that.
She looked at the bag and her eyebrows lifted.
"Where did you find this?" she asked, trying to hide her excitement, but not doing well. Her thoughts spilled out before she could stop them, since she was comfortable in the company of her kind. "This will help transport things to those in the prison. Is there something in it?" It was like her birthday, and she was eager to see if there was more to this surprise.
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