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Post by Silverfang on Jan 23, 2013 1:05:46 GMT -5
It ended all too easy, and all too fast. In a blink of an eye, a crunch of a vital, and the pooling of blood out onto the ancient land's surface there was freedom and reclamation. Victory was found and the pride of one's previous land was restored. The land of bloodthirsty demons that literally walked the earth in search of their next victim; their meal. Cannibals, murderers, there were all too many. And they were all too prideful of such deeds.
As a dark, huge figure entered the lands of old, one might say they could see a twinge of hesitation. But of course, one of disgust, not remorse. Did he want to set foot on these lands tainted by those before him? Or rather, those who took it from him? Eyes narrowed, and a full step was given.
And another.
And another.
Soon, the King's entire body was sliding with a lethal air dripping off of his shoulders. The eyes held a cold, firm sense of accomplishment. Of pride. It wasn't long before the familiar sight of his rightful home came into full vision, and he took it in with a great amount of satisfaction. His charcoal shoulders rolled with the blood bubbling out of newly received lacerations, while the blood of another dripped from a tightly closed jaw and claws; it was likely slathered around his body as well. A sort of trophy, perhaps.
It was clear the poor victim had put up quite a fight, but in the end, the victor was obvious.
And said victor would, as steadily and vigorously he could (as though ready for another to come test his power) make his way to the rightful Throne in which he had been raised near, and call for his followers.
His pride. (Meurtrier members, please reply to this. Not sure if Jaaku could/would get involved, but I'm sure if Pani wants, people can reply to this if they wish!)[/blockquote][/color]
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Post by FJ on Jan 23, 2013 17:47:25 GMT -5
[/font] Change was in the air. The kind of electric thrill that made one's fur stand on end, the anticipation thick and tangible. Something was going to break soon, whether it was for the better, or worse. Whether it was awareness or atmosphere that instilled such an impression--well.
That was debatable.
Funeral's call was received readily, audits swiveling in his direction.
The direction of home.
Where the pride belonged.
Slow and steady, a smirk stretched the feline's lips. One of knowing, of belief, and a rather sadistic sense of joy; the tone his leader used was nothing short of prideful.
It was accomplished.
"So you had it in you..." But of course. Meurtrier couldn't be ran by incompetence, after all.
It only followed that they should end this stupid reign of false ownership of their lands, taking back their birthright.
He reached their old meeting place, memories flooding him of his cubhood here, given only in a slight softness to his prisms--but as quick as it came to him, it left, replaced with an idling excitement as he stood beneath the shadow of the throne to await the announcement.[/font][/blockquote] [/center][/div]
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Post by OnyxOryx on Jan 23, 2013 22:59:15 GMT -5
As if the dark lord's cry was a necromatic chant, life soon seemed to fill in to the valley known as Shadow Veldt once again. It was time. Slowly, a figure in shadow began to make its way toward the group. The scent of blood thick in the air.
"Home."
The beast continued to make it's way toward Funeral and Grenade. It's limp now evident as it slowly neared. The plan hadn't worked as perfectly as one would hope. But the beast could tell it had succeeded. After all. It was Ceon's blood that so strongly masked the scent of her murderous compadres.
Finally, the shadow came close enough to see it's features. Scared pelt stained in blood with a few new wounds to add to her tally. Behind her, left leg tattered and raised from the ground. It would seem some of Chitor still had fight in them. At least a certain green ess did. Not that it mattered. Oh, but the once 'Red Queen' was going to make sure the bitch saw what Funeral had done. What Meurtrier had done.
Upon Naji's own crown was that of another. Lower jaw ripped off and eyes forced to stay open. The green bloodbeast, Nell, who had grown Jealous of Najisi when she joined Chitor. Her bloody, fresly severed skull now rested atop Naji's head. A reminder to any of her ilk that these were Funeral's lands now.
Within her maw dangled something small. It did not move. Nor did it make a sound, but it was very much alive. The fae dropped the bag of flesh at her paws once she joined the other beasts.
"Good to finally be home. This is the last living member of Chitor who did not flee when I killed the green one. Thought it fitting you should decide it's fate."
Naji spoke in a deep tone. She scooted the male cub closer, not really caring if Funeral smashed it or punted it out of his lands. A sort of offering to the male. After all, she was a bit worried that the other members would view her as a traitor.
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Post by kahara on Jan 24, 2013 19:59:32 GMT -5
COCAINE, STATIC, CARNAL, VICIADO, CAINE [IDEN], BALTHIER II [IDEN], NERANTE [IDEN], RENO, KRANKHEIT [/i][/color] She asked. Her eyes fell on Carnal; the daughter of Funeral and Najisi, who had nearly flung herself forward in excitement at the aspect of being able to finally live in the rightful lands of Meurtrier. She'd never really gotten to look around properly before either. Most of Carnal's earlier years had been spent in Meurtrier's temporary home while Ceon and Chitor had taken over Meurtier's old homelands. Now as a teen, Carnal felt renewed energy and was thrilled at the aspect of getting to inspect every corner of this home of theirs. Her eyes fell on Funeral and Najisi, wide as saucers. Her mother and father were her idols; even if they weren't together anymore. Funeral, the strong leader that Meurtrier needed. Najisi, the caring mother and skilled spy and fighter. Their blood was her blood and that made her strong. She sat up front and looked at them, eager to hear what was to happen next. Viciado and Caine, although their little family only allies, were glued to Meurtrier as if they were members. In fact, the heavily pregnant female had every intention of trying to convince and request for her family to join Meurtrier properly. Her children she wanted raised in the ways of Meurtrier, as she had been. Caine, on the other hand, wasn't too keen on the idea. He was a loyal ally, but weary of Meurtrier's ways. In particular he worried about their captains apparent disregard for the potential of cubs. They moved to sit on the outer circle that had gathered for the meeting. With them, their sons. Balthier II and Nerante; who hovered in the air with his wings. Both of them were growing into fine young adults who were practically complete opposites. Balthier was outspoken, outgoing, charming, sarcastic and uppity. Nerante was down, serious, quiet and often kept to himself. It was clear that the two didn't get along like most brothers; but for their parents sake, most often didn't argue in public. It seemed that Meurtrier's return to power in their homelands, however, had them cooperating rather well. As they both sat down without a complaint by their parents. Two other allies watched from farther away. Reno Donovan and Krankheit Donovan; half brothers. They shared a father, Nero. Krankheit appeared to be smiling contently, glad to see his previous pride taking back what was theirs. While Reno seemed to glare. Specially, at the throne. All had went well, but he still found himself in no position of power. He wasn't even a member. Slowly he flopped onto his side, ignoring Krankheit prodding him out of curiosity.[/ul][/blockquote] [/color]
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Post by Silverfang on Jan 26, 2013 22:36:51 GMT -5
As the several faces began to make an appearance, deep green eyes glared at them in turn, but gave each a personal nod of approval, member or not. Allies were just as favorable, but as for the all-in-all count for Meurtrier's pride... not many. Disappointment led a grunt to protrude his nose but kept his head high; this would not weigh him down. It still had potential.
The King's eyes traveled around those that showed their faces. Not exactly the outcome he intended, but found himself damned to trust these loyal men that had followed him through. Anyone else would be subject to proving their loyalty to him - no, he would not have unloyal bastards wandering in his shadow for ill purpose. Those that had dared to show their faces proved their worth to him, and he welcomed them.
In Najisi's arrival, he gave a slight raise of his brow with her newly received 'crown' adorning her head, and a child hanging from her jaws. As Cocaine had given disgust, so did he. He scowled at the scrawny little bastard and listened to her words carefully. There was a single nod, and he turned away toward Cocaine, mumbling to him. "Bring the child."
He would turn back to those gathered and stare, once more, at the outcome. He gave away nothing of exhaust of disappointment; it was a simple, hard look of cold bloodlust and victory.
And then he would speak.
"My fellow, loyal Meurtrians... Today is a day of celebration!"
He stared down at them with an overwhelming sense of confidence and exhilaration.
"Today, we have taken back what is rightfully ours! Today, Ceon and his pride of filth has fallen! He is dead [/i]![/color]" His voice likely rang out, the blood still very much stained into his teeth and fur covering his mouth, neck, and chest. " Make haste! A new era of Meurtrier's time has begun. Tonight we will make sure our presence is once again known - cover all of the pathetic scent of those before us and rejoice! Slick the boulders with blood, make the water run red! This land is ours once more!" His glared down at them with a smile that was rather sick. His eyes were enthused and his body language spoke nothing but excitement; satisfaction. He would motion Cocaine to bring the cub to him, and once it was near, Funeral would bring the child in front of him, at the Throne's edge. " Let the blood of new life spill." The Quetzalcoatl's paw swiped once to trip the child and quickly afterwards, shove it off onto the ground in front of where he faced - in front of the onlookers. And with a delicate, sick crunch, it's life was gone. " Our land has drunk the blood of our enemies. We are[/size] the right rulers of this land![/color]" He would give once last glance toward the deceased child before back to those around. His composure was quickly recovered and he straightened himself, eyes sliding into a glare. "Will you follow me?" [/blockquote][/color][/center]
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Post by Canicas on Jan 27, 2013 14:01:35 GMT -5
Stella bounced merrily into the true lands of Meurtrier, her true home. Her eyes swiftly looking around at the bodies she passed squealing with delight. Nothing made her happier than seeing blood and scattered flesh. She purposely hopped on one of the bodies and scraped her claws along the side, like a kitten using the litter box. Her ears perked as she heard the call of the leader, her light blue eyes flashing back to reality. She licked around her mouth momentarily, almost as if hesitating to leave this scene. She turned to look behind her, "Kururu! Leave that be!" She would have gone back and given him a quick swipe on his head, but decided it be better to rush to where she was called. She stopped as they all came into view, taking in the scene reminiscing back to her childhood, she could see all the Blitz members lined up in the shaky alliance, and the Muertriers walking around with high heads of satisfaction, some with their teeth bared prepared to pounce on them at the word. She snapped back as she felt her child brush up against her side. She shook her entire body, as if she could get rid of those emotions with that simple action.Paw steps took her closer to them as she sat at a distance watching them all, her ears cupped forward to listen better.
Will you follow me? Stella didn't even have to think this over. She might have not been Donovan, but she sure in the hell was a Meurtrian since birth.
Kururu followed close behind his mother with great curiosity to why she was in such high spirits. It was odd to see her baring her teeth without hostility. Maybe she's gone mad, he thought to himself. Well, at least he wouldn't be alone anymore, although he was fairly sure most of the characters in Meur were a tid bid on the psycho side. He noticed a body flung somewhere, mauled to bits. He went over to sniff it, lifting the skull with his paw and examining it carefully. He pulled out his claws, and dug them into the eyeballs of the lifeless creature, yanking it a few times before it came out. They were still attached to the insides, he didn't like that part. Too slimy for his taste, of course, the eyes were too but they had a satisfying crunch. As he tore the cords holding the eye back, his mothers call got him. Time to go! He quickly shoved the eye in his mouth and ate it as he made a quick pace after her. Kururu passed his mother who had stopped brushing against her dark fur. He ran forward to get into the crowd and came to a halt when the sight of the little cub stood before him. He awaited Funeral to finish eating, he looked at the others. What if someone else ate it before he could? It was so, tender. He swallowed, and stepped forward. "I apologize for coming in so randomly, but I need to ask. Is anyone going to eat that?" he questioned them, pointing his paw at the little creature.
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Post by FJ on Jan 27, 2013 16:38:46 GMT -5
[/font][/center] Dimmed blue eyes, dripping in the heavy taint of murderous intentions turned upon Najisi as she made her appearance, appraising the spoils of her victory that she wore so proudly, and finally directing themselves at the little cub she toted alone. He couldn't help but give away a twitch of a sneer; this cub was pathetic among this group of adults, brightly colored as if nature itself found them to be unworthy of any real strength. That was, after all, what bright colors were for--warnings or aesthetic brilliance.
What a joke--and yet, there was nobody here to laugh, because it wasn't funny.
Here, more members and allies would appear; most appeared quite interested or content with the proceedings they viewed, whether they were cubs for more selfish and immediate reasons or adults looking toward tomorrow's promise. All but one face shown a delight of some sort, or an outstanding feat of cooperation.
Gaze locked on Reno for a moment and no more, taking notice of what appeared as a glare from his position.
It was curious, but he couldn't guess as to its meaning, so merely caution was exercised--he filed it away into memory, and turned his head to reply to Static.
"It is," he murmured lowly, being sure his voice did not stand out in the thick atmosphere, "though I can't help but feel alienated from it by the thought that scum dared to call this their home." It was certainly an opinion-changer; scent, presence, ect--all things that remind you of your home had been altered. He was sure the land itself had been altered thus, and it made him sick that it'd been so disgraced by filth.
These things, Funeral addressed, and he for one quite agreed with the proposition--let the land run with their blood, and may there be no survivors left to question the superiority of that which is Meurtrier.
He for one would roar his reply, a feral agreement he was pleased to give.
Wordless.
Absolute.
Let the sinners hear their call. Let them know death is approaching.
And while his tail still lashed about, fur bristling in the excitement of this all, the cub that dared to speak of irrelevance and out of turn seemed to fear little wrong of its doing if it had the courage to do this to begin with. He took it with offence, teeth snapping shut audibly, but no voice was given to this--
No.
Stella, Cocaine and Funeral could deal with it properly.[/font][/blockquote] [/div]
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Post by Torn on Jan 27, 2013 17:29:49 GMT -5
ROWAN ENYO COSTAINE OPEN UP WIDE, SWALLOW DOWN DEEP. NO SPOONFUL OF SUGAR COULD MAKE THIS SWEET.
the blue eyed prowess navigated the terra with ease, moving her white tipped paws to touch the earth as she neared the bugle of her lord, and the insignificant chatter of her verminous pridemates. all of them so effortlessly identifying with the tides of evil, relating to one another in their uniform cruelty. still she felt as if she did not fit in. a diamond among the rough. wasn't she? yes, indeed. perhaps not the daughter of the king himself, but indefinitely a child of the captain of the warriors. with that she could settle, for not many others could boast her lineage with a bat of the lashes and a flick of the tail. she could. and she would. nearing in time to see a minuscule corpse, the size of a babe, topple from where her lord stood. gored and maimed and entirely beyond life, nothing but its life blood bubbling. nevermore any words, nor breaths, nor thoughts. blinking passively, the black ess let permitted her cerulean gaze to prowl over to where her mother was. she - excluding her father - was the only one she knew. in silence, she neared, casting a resentful gaze to her younger sibling. she would not mind satiating the dry skin of her tongue in the tangy flavor of blood, but she would not devour an entire infant. snorting her disgust to make it known, her eyes ventured up to give attention to funeral.
she did not chime in with a call of agreement, for her silent approval was evident upon her face.
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Post by kahara on Jan 28, 2013 15:34:27 GMT -5
COCAINE, STATIC, CARNAL, VICIADO, CAINE [IDEN], BALTHIER II [IDEN], NERANTE [IDEN], RENO, KRANKHEIT [/i][/color] Growled the captain. He then looked to Stella and began to wonder if stupid ran in her genes. But then he looked at his daughter; Rowan, whom knew her blood was strong. You could see it in the way she presented herself. She was proof that Stella and Cocaine could provide the world with something worth-while. But looks weren't everything; she would need to fight someday as well. The spy looked around the terrain after Grenade replied. It was true. The land had been tainted with the enemy. But they could renew it's beauty and meaning. Bring it back to what it was before. "Given time it'll be better. And in generations to come, we can forget that scum ever laid their eyes on our precious land." Static said. Although Carnal was a teenager, the sight and sound of the young cubs life being taken had her stomach flip a little. She definitely had some toughening up to do before she reached adulthood. Carnal edged closer to her mother and nodded her approval at her father; she would follow him till the end of time. All of Meurtrier into the end of time. This was the beginning, the restart, of something great. She could feel it. Viciado, Caine, Balthier II and Nerante all roared their alliance to Meurtrier and its Lord Funeral. They did so in such unity that one may mistake it for a single roar. Balthier found this funny and held back a snicker; which was heard by Viciado whom proceeded to give her son a small swat over the head. He got quiet after that and looked on. But Balthier II had a low attention span for important things. He began to edged father from his family until he realized they didn't care he had wandered away from them. He made his way over to a female who looked kind of like Cocaine and Stella. Their daughter maybe? He planted himself next to her and nudged the 'ess with a grin; avoiding eye contact with Cocaine who was clearly giving him a glare at this point. Krankheit got tired of prodding his half brother and got to the air, where he flew closer and landed not too far from Grenade and Static. It felt better to be on the ground with the others. Reno, on the other hand, had begun to fall asleep.[/ul][/blockquote] [/color]
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Post by superfeesh on Jan 28, 2013 16:41:25 GMT -5
Taltzier A dark orange hue loped across the Veldt decor in the direction of which a dominant's call sounded. Unmistakable in its sound; one to gather and collect, those whom followed its voice. Belonging to none other than Dominant and Lord Funeral of Meurtrier himself. Though titles did so little justice and held even less meaning in the icy blue eyes of Taltzier.
She held a more masculine air than others of her family. While many of her colors resembled her mother; a Donovan, more than her father there was no mistaking those eyes. They belonged to Balthier; her father. "The Lost Cub" they may call her, the child from her parents second litter who went unnoticed. Taltzier didn't care if others thought she meant less because of her lack of appearance over the years; their opinions mattered naught to her.
It seemed that her vanishing act was over; however, as she muscled her way over the landscape and to a halt at the edge of the gathered members. Someone in particular caught her eyes; someone who looked some familiar yet distant. Balthier? No, no her father was not here. She had not so long ago set her eyes on his form, and knew that this male; while not her father, must be somehow related. Seeing as Taltzier had only just joined Meurtrier, she was unfamiliar with all of the names and allies.
From far behind she listened in as Funeral reclaimed the lands as his and the prides own; and she couldn't help but to ponder if her grandfather watched from above? Her eyes strayed up. What of her mother? The crunching of bones gathered her attention back to the throne and Taltzier began to walk forward and released a loud roar. She, too, would follow Funeral.
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Post by drifter on Jan 28, 2013 17:09:29 GMT -5
Osic Donovan | Project | Zalui Xemvoi
Still warm blood dripped slowly from red stained jaws. What was once white was now marred by the life of another. Forest green eyes still held their crazed and murderous glint. Project had not thought that he and the other youths of the pride would have been ready for such a battle. So on the outskirts he had waited, watching all the carnage take hold and wash over land that he had no past knowledge of yet felt in his heart belonged to Meurtrier. To his family. Then as one spineless coward tried to flee, the young male had unleashed his locked up and hellbent energies. At first it was somewhat of a struggle for him to try and overtake the bigger creature, but help was near. Projects gaze turned to his companion. Up until then Pro had always thought of this young male as far too soft for his own good. But now Project could see that Osic was much stronger than he let on. Purples gazed at the yellow fringed, blood clad male. Though he had never been close to any of the other cubs other than his own blood, Osic felt a swelling need to end the life of the Chidor member that had been slowly over powering Project. While the two had worked together and literally torn apart the enemy, a somewhat unspoken understanding bond had formed. Now, as the pair shared their silenced approval of one another a beckoning sounded. Turning their attentions simultaneously toward the throne, Project and Osic made their slow approach.
His flame flared and flicked wildly as he gave his tail a twitch. Though his blood lust had died down, Zalui stood before his leader with eager anticipation. Ears swiveled in every direction as more gathered. A sadistic grin spread over the demoned mutt as Funeral let the cub Najisi had brought before the Pride die. As he listened, Zalui let out a loud growl, a deep rumbling, as he pledged himself to Funeral all over again. Yet this time the Pride was home, their true home. Zal had given his soul to Meurtrier before he ever had the chance to experience its real glory days. But now, now he would be apart and add to the power of this large unstoppable group.
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Post by OnyxOryx on Jan 29, 2013 16:14:38 GMT -5
Najisi Kain
The fem watched as Funeral slaughtered the cub. While she did feel a pang of sadness for it, she simply stared on with maddened purple eyes. Her pupils slitted so thin they were nearly non-existent. As Grenade, she roared as well. She was once queen of this pride and she would not abandon it. Despite everything, Funeral had her full support. She even still loved him.
A glance was made toward Cocaine. How she loathed him. She still expected him to call her act of joining Chitor treason. Puh. She noted two of her young. Sad. Where were the others? Though she felt sadness, her feral gaze never waned. Instead it sought out the for of Reno in the distance as her young came closer.
He should come here. After all, Reno and her did all of the damned work. If not for them Ceon would likely still be alive harassing them. Sure, Funeral was the one to bring him down, but Reno gave him the locations for the best ambush. Naji herself led the other members of Chitor away, killing a few and securing an injury in the process. If she wasn't recognized then Reno damn well better be.
Stain
Late as usual. Stain slowly came upon the scene. She was rather disinterested in the whole 'look how badass I am' contest. Not like Funeral really did anything that significant in her eyes. He killed an enemy in a one on one fight. Not that hard. Then of course, what's a badass contest without her damn parents? Both of them were there. Eugh.
Stain disliked both of them. Her mother was useless and just barked the same orders her father did. Half the time she ignored Stella. Doesn't even call her 'mother'. Then there was her father. Stain rolled her eyes just thinking about him.
He was the worst. All he ever did was tell them to train. That they were not good enough, train harder, or.. get this.. Train. Stain herself was a bit lazy. Not sleep all day lazy but she preferred a good sunbath to that of training. Hunting? No sweat. That was easy. Unfortunately this whole damn pride seemed focused on fighting and killing. She did train, so she could fight. But she would rather not.
The ess sat in the distance. Close enough to show she was a member but far enough to give herself some distance from her parents. She was alone. Her siblings somehow were perfect little cubs and listened to the outrageous demands of her parents. So she avoided them as well.
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Post by Silverfang on Jan 30, 2013 19:49:49 GMT -5
The comeback to his speech was something to be indulged in. He did so in the looks and bellows of approval, relishing the moment.
The sound of Kururu's comment had led a scornful look pass across his features as he stared down at the youth and his daring comment. But he allowed Cocaine to handle his own before adding in with a grunt. "And you will best watch your tongue, boy, lest I cut it off for such a rude interruption - of your King's speech no less."
Then he would face his crowd and continue. Those that let out a roar in his previous question were given a nod of approval, as would those that met his gaze and gave him a clear look that they would follow as well.
Out of the corner of his eye, within one of the responses, a new figure was shown. He would give it but a glance before hurrying to the others. A new face. He would check later, but could only feel a very small pinch of hesitation. They had just gotten out of a war - it could likely be either one of the enemy's, or a former member regaining loyalty once more.
The male pushed it aside for future notice and gave a smirk. "Then, my fellow Meurtrians - go forth and spread throughout the lands! Our rightful lands! Show those who try to oppose us that we are not weak! No longer are we hidden in the shadows - we are victorious!" He would slam a paw down upon the edge of the Throne and let out his own loud bellow to send them off, leaping out and allowing his wings to bring him out and over the members before dropping and nodded back at them, launching himself forward to drive them onward and fully reclaim their rightful home once more.
"Follow me!"
( Sorry this is probably a short RP, guys. Honestly didn't know what else he'd say but there will be an announcement pretty soon, you're also welcome to reply your character heading out with him, that'd be lovely, but other then that feel free to start RPs of your own and all that fun stuff until the next announcement! )
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Post by kahara on Jan 31, 2013 20:28:34 GMT -5
COCAINE, STATIC, CARNAL, VICIADO, CAINE [IDEN], BALTHIER II [IDEN], NERANTE [IDEN], RENO, KRANKHEIT
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Post by OnyxOryx on Feb 1, 2013 16:36:17 GMT -5
Najisi
The fae snorted as the brute dismissed the group. She nodded to Reno. Her head nudged in Fune's direction to make sure Reno would be behind her. Truth was, her only loyalty to Meur was her love of Funeral. But even that was starting to wane. Najisi's time in Chitor made her miss attention. Affection. Perhaps.. Secretly.. she liked Ceon's attention. She killed Nell because of her closeness to him.. But that was all in secret.
It pained her a bit the Ceon was dead. She followed the others to reclaim their territory.
Stain
Stain watched the others leave. Reluctantly following. Well, at least she'd finally get to explore this area without fear of brutal mauling. She mulled about as she followed the group, still trying to remain un-noticed by her parents. Well. Un-noticed as far as she knew.
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