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Post by FJ on Feb 9, 2013 22:24:38 GMT -5
[/font][/center] Grey-blue prisms tilted down into the drinking source center-stage in the dens, picking out details midst the surface, as well as dissecting the thoughts trickling in his mind. About the pride, about the direction in life he was going, and more importantly, his observations since the fall of Chitor. He had half a mind to inquire about training, and whether some tasks could be delegated to him concerning such; there seemed to be a lack of discipline among some of the younger members and that was a weakness too valuable to overlook. Cubs or cub-minded members were such an easy target for a vengeful pride or the sympathetic parties to such--and he rather loathed the notion Meurtrier could find itself on the victims side of a negotiation. It had happened before, and was nothing short of a disgrace, as far as he cared.
His gaze would lift and stare out toward the throne a moment, mulling over dialogue and gauging miscellaneous factors until he grew bored of it and returned to his reflections, literally and figuratively speaking.
Having grown up away from the pride, he did find an innate separation from the members, something beneficial to his line of work, naturally, but a bit lonely in another perspective. Many members grew up together and formed bonds amongst each other, but for him...?
Well...
The only ones he'd truly bonded with were better left forgotten.
It cleared up his mind considerably to erase the past from his thoughts, but there couldn't be any avoiding the void it left him with. So then, where to go from there? Make new memories?
He did suppose that sounded correct.
A lieasurely breath and he'd raise his head up, audits relaxing as he listened to the surrounding area. With any luck, he'd receive a visitor or two considering he was in the singularly most visited place in the prides' lands, and he did find himself hoping for company.
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Post by superfeesh on Feb 10, 2013 2:41:10 GMT -5
Taltzier Opportune timing mingled with coincidence that led the orange hue to the dens where, of anyone she could have found, her brother sat. Earlier it was unbeknownst to Taltzier that the male shared relations with her, and she was almost quick to ignore the similarities they shared, but a daughter of Balthier and Flame knew better than that. At the very least, she did. Her detective skills were something she was positive her family could be proud of.
Though he wasn't nearly as interesting as she had found that other male; the one who looked like her father, at the gathering from before. Him and his little family alliance were likely from her blood lineage. Somewhere, somehow, they were related; and Taltzier knew this. As soon as she would be granted the pleasure of conversation with him, she would want nothing more than to confirm relations.
Softly a breeze brushed past her and brought back the scent of him; this stranger relative. His name completely unknown to her. It was time to change that. With the confidence of her bloodlines she marched forward and in front of the male; where she stood with her head high and a smirk. The same that most of Balthier's children wore unless they carried more of their mothers genetics. Not always, though, not always.
"I'm Taltzier. Newer to the pride. And you?" [/size][/font][/center][/blockquote] [/div]
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Post by FJ on Feb 10, 2013 17:55:20 GMT -5
[/font][/center] Audits swiveling as he picked up the approach of another, he straightened his back and stood up to give a more proper greeting to her, an all too similar smirk traveling across his features as his eyes alighted on her own variation. His head would bow slightly, and he would respond to her. "Grenade. I remember you from Lord Funeral's meeting just after we tore apart Chitor."
If he was correct in his assumptions, she had joined around that time, which was suspicious in the eyes of certain Meurtrians. She'd done nothing to note of to warrant continued concern since then, but one should never be too quick to relinquish their cautious side. Beyond that, he had likewise suspicions she and him shared blood, though she appeared less obvious than Balthier II by far, as well as Viciado. Her scent was relative as well, something worth remembering for as powerful as that one sense alone was to felines such as them.
"How have you found pride-life thus far?"
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Post by superfeesh on Feb 13, 2013 3:57:46 GMT -5
Taltzier "Hello Grenade. Nice to finally, officially, meet you. Yes, I was at the gathering that Lord Funeral held. I'm disappointed that I joined so soon after Meurtrier got to rip apart an enemy. To have been there for that must have been a nearly once in a lifetime experience, surely. And thank you for asking. So far I find pride life to be.. fitting." [/size][/font] Replied Taltzier. Her smirk melted into a smile and she glanced around. For the presence of others or the possibility of a quick catch, should anything have been as unintelligent or inexperienced to cross her and Grenade's path at the same time. When the area surveyed was determined clear her attention just as quickly returned to Grenade. "I've actually wanted to ask you, as well as some others, a very odd question. Is there any chance you have relations with Flame Donovan or Balthier? You see the only reason I ask is because you look remarkably close to some siblings of mine, and if I'm not mistaken that smirk is one I've seen on my father, Balthier, many times."[/size][/center][/blockquote] [/div]
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Post by FJ on Feb 15, 2013 21:21:17 GMT -5
[/font][/center] Lips quirked at the mention of wishing she'd been there; yes, she did miss quite an event. One of the funnest things he'd had the fortune of doing in quite some time. "Nothing quite compares to taking what's yours back by force and making them pay for their stupidity."
It was glorious.
Eyes would narrow curiously as she surveyed the surroundings, slipping away to do a quick check of the same, with a subtle twitch of his head as if to inquire as to what was on her mind, and why secrecy was necessary. When she did speak, her reply was met with an interested expression, and audits would flick forth. "I had a feeling about the same of you. I am a product from their last litter as far as I'm aware of, though my memories of them are few. Quite a few of us have shown up as of late; it's nice to know our genes are strong." Taking a deep breath, his tail would flick idly against the emerald grass below.
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Post by FJ on Feb 19, 2013 5:16:50 GMT -5
[/font][/center] In a family so large as their's, what truly defined 'family'? Not genetic zipcode, assuredly. Perhaps a shade of relativity, with a superior rank serving as the best form.
"I haven't spoken to her, but there's little doubt as far as I'm concerned. The younger males who remain around her and Caine are Balthier the Second and Nerante, previous cubs of their's. They couldn't be any more vastly different from each other." Relaying facts aside, his curiosity was piqued by something. "Do you have cubs of your own?
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Post by Silverfang on Feb 20, 2013 22:13:17 GMT -5
The King happened upon the two, having quite an interesting, mellow conversation. Perhaps it'd be a good time to pop in, if not to just listen? Funeral headed over at a slow, reasonable pace, picking up words peaking his interest here and there, but nothing that would raise suspicion for him.
"Grenade." He turned to the female, harboring the fact that Grenade had asked her a question himself, though his eyes stayed focused on her. He hadn't gotten her name yet, so now seemed to be a fine time to gain it. He gave a simple nod toward her in a small greeting, though very faintly, silently asking what her own name was.
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