Time Away [OPEN - EVERYONE IN - IMPORTANT]

[kahara]

(Whitesnow in a thread as big as this, such as a meeting, please keep order. No more posts from you until it's your turn.)

[Silverfang]

The King watched with a observant gaze as the members began to gather. A reasonable turnout. His head glanced toward Cocaine, overlooking him for a few moments of contemplation before turning back to the growing crowd before him.

"Straight to the point." A moment of pause. There wasn't time to contemplate things longer or not. He wanted this temporary replacement over and done with. Not that he didn't trust his members, it just felt for the better to have the rightful Captain in his place. But what could he do at this point? "Captain Cocaine is taking a break. We need a temporary replacement, and no new recruits will be permitted to try for the position. Those wishing to fill in for your Captain while he's away may step forward - those who are interested will go through a series of one-on-one fights. The winner will move on to the next competitor, and so on, so forth." Dark olive eyes moved across the clearing in front of him and his Captain, sliding from one member to the other and then centering his vision to the center, on no one in particular.

"If that is clear, step forward those who deem themselves worthy of this position, however short their time in this placement is."

[kahara]

ALL OF MY CHARACTERS

[/i] His words trailed, a delicate whisper of a sentence. Without having the chance to get an answer from Ryssor, Lord Funeral called the meeting in and explained what was at hand. "Hm, a temporary captain huh? Pft. Not interested. Not even a member.. heh. What about you, Ry?" He asked, head tilted toward her. She was new, though, so he doubted she'd be able to take such a spot. But was she interested to begin with?

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Reno and Krankheit both had turned their attention in on the lord and captain when the meeting officially begun. Krankheit, of course, seemed less interested. There were better things for him to be doing, and as an ally, he had no position to really fill. He was a mere side effect, a helping paw if you would. The male leaned back with a content sigh, prepared for the rage that Reno was sure to soon erupt with. And as expected, he did. The darker crimson male began to pace, annoyed, eyes closed and opened. There was a fiery anger within him that was unobtainable in that moment. For whatever reason be it, Reno felt he deserved the position, and so much more. This meeting only reignited the feelings he had toward Funeral and Cocaine -- and they weren't good.

To avoid a potential catastrophe, he took to the air and left the scene. Krankheit would have followed, but something told the white-under belly furred male to stay behind. Probably for the best, as Reno was out to find Najisi for a good old rant.

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Viciado and Caine exchanged a few glances, not oblivious to the fact that their son, Nerante, had gone off to sit with the new 'ess Ryssor. The female healer recalled an earlier meeting of sorts and shrugged it off. But there was something there, inside of her, that told her to keep her eyes on them. Perhaps it was just paranoia. Whatever the case, though, it bugged her. More than it did her mate, Caine, whom had turned in his spot to sigh. A meeting about a temporary captain? That hardly seemed important to him.

"What's the point? There's been no intruders lately, no war, no battles. Meurtirer will be find without the captain for a while, surely." Caine said to his mate. But Viciado seemed to disagree.

"It's only fitting to have a temporary replacement. It's just how things work, love."

They sat in silence as they waited to see if anyone would step forward. Much to their surprise, Balthier II, their son, got to his paws and stepped forward eagerly.

He was not a member, but a long time ally, and not one of the more popular figures of the pride. Balthier II spent a lot of time with his father and some more time alone. It was a wonder that he would even dare think to step forward for such a task; but neither parent called him from his spot. Their children were growing, and if Balthier II wanted to risk such a task, that was for him to try. Though Caine seemed a bit on edge.

In Balthier II's mind, it had to be done. He knew everyone saw him as an incompetent pest, but he'd show them, given the chance. Not to say he lost his fun-loving nature. Things just.. needed a change.

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Static rolled in her spot a bit as she contemplated the sort of role it must be to be a captain. Certainly a big one, of much respect and responsibility. Not something she'd take up personally. So she got to her paws but backed away, far away to the edge of the clearing. There she looked around for someone to sit with -- and she spotted them. Kodiac, Lothaire Long and Caylis. Seemed like a decent enough group to hang with. Static padded over to them and dipped her head in greeting.

"Hello." Her tone quiet. Then she sat down to look around, see who would take up a position of power, temporary power. One delicate too.

Kodiac looked at the spy and smiled, bowing his head in greeting. He had joined Caylis and Lothaire Long not too long ago when the meeting was called in. Too new to really attempt such a position, he merely sat there and watched on. It would be an interesting to sight to see some beasts fighting each other for a temporary position of power. Had he been not as new as he was, Kodiac would have given it a try.

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Kejethan-Darah had no interests in politics. Not a bit. They held about as much interest to him as a rock did. But being the good member he was, he arrived. With no one to sit with besides his father, that's where he went. The small feline and big feline made quite the size difference. Not to mention that his father had that weird.. pet rabbit thing. Keje laid down and listened to Funeral.

"A temporary captain? Hm." Was all that he said, more like a murmur. Hardly interested though. Was his fathered interested. He looked at the small feline.

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Areta, Tear, Meurte and Parox were all seated together and soon joined by more demonics. Although the meeting was not for them, they all seemed to find interest in the fact that Meurtrier's captain was going away and needed a temporary replacement. Parox, too young to really understand all of it, just nodded in agreement with the little notions that Areta made in regards to power and all of that. Tear and Meurte kept exchanging glances, nothing to say from either sibling.

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Cocaine nodded his respects to Funeral, as a thank-you for explaining it. The captain couldn't have done better himself, honestly.. well maybe. He held a bit of pride to his name and job. But he didn't say that of course. His eyes surveyed the members, surprised to see the Iden kid stepping forward. So far, though, no one else. Cocaine held his tongue and waited to see if anyone else would leap at this truly once in a lifetime chance.[/ul][/blockquote]

[Noa]

Ryssor

Ryssor gave the smallest smirk when Nerante appeared by her side, nothing more than a nod of greeting. Well at least he was around now. She rolled her eyes at his opening statement, and was about to answer when she was interrupted by Lord Funeral. As such, the grey lioness listened in intently even though she knew what was going on.. except the conditions for recruiting the new captain. Eyes widened a little in surprise. She wasn't expecting that.

Decided by one-on-one fights? ..sounds like kind of my thing.

She shook her head at Nerante's question, coinciding the notion despite her thoughts. "No, I'm still too new here. I doubt I'd be allowed to. Not everyone knows me at the moment." She looked at the crowd around them and lowered her voice to a whisper. "The truth be told, I'd rather not at the moment. You know, keep things a bit quiet for me at the moment. Let time pass by."

Her eyes passed over the Captain, standing regally as ever, right next to Lord Funeral. She couldn't tell his emotions.. perhaps a bit of relief in there? Who knew? She couldn't help but just survey him, at least until some movement disturbed her. Balthier II had stepped forward.

"What the heck is your brother doing?" She asked Nerante, equally as surprised as the rest of the gathering to see him step forward and offer himself for the position. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of Balthier II being the captain; he was good at hunting sure, but he could see him being snapped in half in a real fight like a twig.

[Dingo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,30,true][atrb=width,460,true][bg=3D0002] » CASSIUS ft. BACARDI « Cassius was still checking out the new arrivals when the mention of a new captain snagged his attention and drew his gaze back to the throne. He furrowed his eyebrows and let his ears lay back as he took in the news. A break? What could their father possibly need a break from? A snort followed this announcement. He hoped this included training. He also hoped it didn't particularly need to involve him. But then again, why would it? Well they could count him out. The temporary position didn't interest Cass. It hardly crossed his mind. He barely wanted to associate with most of the pride members, let alone be responsible for them. He scoffed at the idea and turned to Project, the only one of his siblings to join him yet. "Oh, how lovely. Public brutalities." After observing one audacious member step up, Cassius's look changed to one that was expressed coolly, but suggested almost chicanery and mischief. "Who better qualified than legacy, trained by the captain himself?" he pointed out, unaware that they would both be accompanying Cocaine on his leave. To him it sounded as if it was for everyone. He didn't know that they were already ineligible for such a campaign. "Perhaps you should step up, dear brother." Maybe they would all start fighting while he just watched, not like they didn't already. But it was a nice thought. "Follow your dreams. Or.. I don't know, maybe one of your friends." He gave a light shrug as his wry smirk faded back into a look of indifference and he watched to see who would step up next. He showed little interest in such bureaucratic affairs, but perhaps he would observe the matches.. from a distance of course. Bacardi was seated by her cousin. She didn't say much upon their arrival, which was unusual for her, but that didn't mean she couldn't move around and fidget. Fairly uninterested in the meeting, she kicked around rocks and chewed on branches. Why did she even come to these things anyway? She had other stuff to do! Like.. not this! She let out a groan as she slumped backwards, but soon found herself approached by an older female. She eyed her with hostility, disliking being approached by strangers. Usually she was the one to go up to them and prove herself as a pest, not the other way around! She let out an exaggeratedly audible groan before listening to what the other female had to say. Probably just some girl talk! But no. Not really. Bec raised one eyebrow and curved the other downwards as she gave her an almost stupefied look. "Whoa-ho hold on there sister!" She exclaimed. "Now'a what do I look like!? I ain't neva' seen your pretty face in my entire life! And uhh- what now is it that you'a want from me?" Bacardi looked impatient as she looked at Tanya with big frowning eyes.

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[Caylis]

Tanya have a smirk as she flicked her tail to Brynn's cubs. "You see those cubs? They are nuisances and I will help you steal them, that is if you'd want to. If you don't that's alright with me, sister." (I didn't know what to say and sorry if I skipped someone's turn... ._.)

[Freyja]

Trying to quietly sidle up to the side of the large gathering without attracting attention, the young green-eyed male had difficulty picking out any he had particular interest in speaking with. There had never been any friendships held in Earendal's heart for....any person besides maybe his parents, and even that was a stretch. Catching onto the last of the announcement- and immediately telling himself, no way in hell, he took a deep breath before actually moving forward to sit next to some poor soul he'd chosen at random.

The male prided himself on not being big and beefy, reassuring himself that it only meant he had more meat in his brains than on his limbs. That made sense, right? Suddenly deciding on one particular stranger to save himself the pain of sitting on his own for the rest of the meeting, the snake-marked male strode up to Carnal and lounged on the grass beside her. "Uh. Hi."

[Canicas]

Stella Morphine Kururu !

Stella wandered near the gathering group which she'd followed behind as her curiosity made her want to see the ongoings of the pride. She slunk in and noticed her mate there, she heard what her leader said and stepped back a few times before seating herself. She wouldn't go for that rank, it wasn't any of her business to.

Kururu hurried over to the scene, his ears perking as he looked around excited. The shed of blood was near, and that was always a reason to rush over. He peeked around, wanting to get in on it. But this seemed to be a matter of great importance and he wouldn't interfere knowing he'd get scolded for it.

Morphine's dark body slid in with the others, this was a great opportunity to prove himself worthy of being Morpheus son. He shook his pelt, before rolling his shoulders. Yes, he could use some exercise. Those new recruits, he was new. But not brand new. He was new to his brother's reign, and was curious to know if he'd be allowed entrance. "Mmm, Funeral. Would I be allowed to participate in the festivities?"


Small quick post ! )

[drifter]

Zalui | Osic | Project

A step in Captain. It wasn't his thing, no. The large beast was quite content with his current position. Though intrigued, Zalui remained seated. The flame of the male's tail dimmed and brightened softly with each breath he took. Yellow's scanned the crowd slowly. "Let's not all move at once now.." He muttered to himself. As if on cue a body uprooted itself from the rest. Maroon fur bristled instantly. Ah hell no! Zalui made a very audible growl, lips twitching as if to begin a snarl. If no one else stepped up to the plate then he would for sure. Never would he take any kind of order from the Iden boy. The other was not so bad. But Balthier was a creature that annoyed Zalui to no end.

Purples glistened at the sight of a familiar young 'ess. A crimson wing extended; an open invitation to sit beside the male. But Carnal needed no such invite for she was clearly already on that route. Wings drew in close once more and Osic gave his sister a loving brush with the tip of his tail. "That smirk of yours makes me a bit suspicious." He whisperly teased. An ear swiveled to the voice of their sire. By the end of the speech and instruction Osic was buzzing inwardly with excitement. The thought of working alongside Funeral had the young male grinning, his heart racing, and tail flicking as if wagging. From the corner of his vision he saw Carnal look his way for a moment. Perhaps she was wondering if he would brave it. Maybe she was interested herself. They had spared many times throughout their short lives but never before had anything been gained. It would certainly be a sight to see. Yet it seemed Carnal had no concerns for the task at hand. But someone else apparently did. As soon as Balthier II stood, Osic was on his paws, gaze locked on his father and their Captain.

Pink tongue ran lazily against an overturned white paw. Claws extended as Project worked through his cleaning. Forest greens had grazed over the occupants of the throne but all words spoken just didn't seem to register. That and they already sounded somewhat muffled. His hearing seemed to be getting worse, an aspect that greatly angered the adolescent. Thoughts of seeking a "checkup" with Viciado had come and gone frequently yet he did not want his father to know of his growing weakness. Project emitted a grunt as he listened more to Cassius than he did to Funeral. "I could hardly best our sister. I doubt I would be any kind of decent for the job." Little sarcasm, or emotion for that matter, mingled in the words. "Besides, I personally think it best that the more seasoned step forward. Perhaps they should have done it that way to begin with, hm? Gather all of Meurtriers best and pin them up against one another. Take the top of the pile. Only they would be the more suitable."

[TheWG]

Circa Da'ei Xemvoi

Circa's baby blues landed on Balthier II.

The thought of him as captain was odd, but was it really not a bother to her. He was a goofball, sure, but he was a good person. But then again, was a good person what Meurtrier needed as captain? Strength to go along with, and intelligence as well. As she looked to see reactions, she went towards her father first; it was obvious he supremely disliked the young male, and it was even more confirmed by his immediate snarl. For a moment she wondered if he would stand, but not long after the thought Osic stood as well, proudly.

Her whiskers twitched and inwardly she had the same mindset as Project did, let the seasoned warriors get the position, but a sort of ambition flickered inside her... She knew, wholeheartedly, that there was a very poor chance of her winning this trial, but her paws shook with anticipation. But how could I, aren't I too young? She questioned over and over, but Osic was standing. This seemed like an opportunity, one to show she was at least willing, and if she was too young for the part according to Funeral, she would still have the thrill of participating and competing. Feeling conflicted still, she shoved it to the back of her mind and stood up slowly. Might as well.

[Caylis]

Brynneth | Icarus | Caylis

Her green eyes widened with shock as she saw Balthier II rise and pad forward, even more when Osic Donovan and Circa Da'ei Xemvoi rose as well. Oh no, I hope Circa won't get hurt! she thought worriedly, she shook her head as she assured herself. Everything will be fine.

Icarus tilted his head and slowly stood, would Jaaku members be allowed to particapate? He took a breath and held his tail and head high as he stepped towards the middle of the throne, if he was dismissed, he would follow Funeral's orders even though it felt quite odd to follow Funeral Donovan's orders than his own leader, Raegan. The demonic lion searched for the other competitors that stood up so far. Balthier II, an ally to Meurtrier, Osic Donovan, son of Funeral and much to his dismay, Circa, Brynn's best friend. Would Brynneth be hurt if he'd go against her?

Brynneth's jaw dropped as her mate rose, her fur bristled with a mix of fear and excitement at the same time, she whispered to her cubs. "Look at your father, do you think he'll win?"

The Hallow turned her head to Kodiac and waved her paw as she flicked her tail to the throne. "Do you think you'd be a good captain, you should try it." she whispered, she raised an eyebrow as she saw four felines stand up for the position, she was shocked from the two youngsters, Circa and Osic stand up. "This should be interesting..." she whispered to herself as she slowly stood up, she was new but not brand new, besides she wanted to show those fools who called her names who she truly was and she was not to be messed with!

(If I am skipping someone's turn, I'll delete this immediately.)

[Noa]

Ryssor

Ryssor gave an inward yawn, as the gathering had silenced themselves to see if any suitable contestants would step into the fray. The atmosphere had made her somewhat nervous; aside from being around a whole bunch of people she didn't recognise, it was almost too tempting to stand up among Balthier II and now Osic Donovan and a few other souls she didn't recognise. Didn't know their names. Grey ears folded back in irritation at that thought, plus the fact she wanted to stand up.

A female captain.. hm, that'd be hilarious to see.

"Ugh, this is killing me." She growled inwardly to Nerante, paws tapping on a rock she had found just in front of her. But still, the lioness knew better. If it were just Balthier, she could best him easily. But now Osic Donovan and other big sorts were joining the fray, there was more hesitation on her side. She considered the two a friend and a good acquaintance respectively and hurting them for a temporary position wasn't exactly a good idea.. but the thought of doing something for once besides hunting for food was just so tempting.

But she stayed still nonetheless, knowing when to cut the losses and stay still. All she could do was sit there and remain slightly jealous at the rest of the folk standing up. The only sympathy she could conjure for Balthier and Osic is that they don't hurt themselves too much fighting for a position that would only last a week or two, maximum.

Plus, Nerante would probably worry himself to death if she was in a position to injure herself or having to fight his brother. Wouldn't be good. She just tossed her head and began to groom herself, impatiently waiting for anyone else to finish standing up.

[Jason]

Shard quirked a brow as he learned of the captain’s need to leave. He watched the few stride up, most of them wet behind the ears in his opinion. Except for Morphine. His eyes glittered as he thought of the competition. Would skill be demonstrated perhaps? Blood drawn? Would there be deaths? He was practically salivating at the thought of a good fight, as they were so few for him. He grinned up at his son and slipped the sash from about his neck and Chardonnay was free from him. He walked between the strong, dark legs and smirked. “Think your old man should participate in the fun?” he inquired coyly. “Of course, being a shorty, I may need to change my appearance slightly so it is easier to toss my foes about.” He cocked his head to the side, wondering if he should return to his “true” form now or wait until the fight. After a moment of consideration, he realized that he could end up intimidating anyone else who could be a fun opponent.

Black paws drew him forward and he sat up, a bit closer to the throne. The petite figure would likely surprise most in his casual demeanor. The half eaten leg was left beside his son, whom he was sure other were intimidated by, if not simply because his behavior. For this, he was quite proud of his offspring. His children should know how to inspire fear with ease. “I shall participate,” he crooned, his voice absolutely silken, almost musical, like an eerie lullaby.

Corvette laid down by himself, glancing at the few others who appeared familiar. He would not be able to participate. He was brand new. Not that it was an idea that appealed to him, considering that most other members would likely be incapable of taking him seriously. He was entirely surprised when the black housecat joined the volunteers. Certainly he would be ripped apart. No amount of skill could compensate for such a great size difference. He knew such from personal experience. The cat was either insane, or incredibly cocky.

[Avian]

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▲ Lothaire Long

The faint silver-white male let out a short "Hi" to the beasts whom decided to settle down next to him before he turned his attention back to the throne. 'A break? Is that so wise? We need all the skilled various if anyone dare to approach Shadow Veldt with hostile intensions...But a temporary Captain? A competition? Interesting..' he thought and rolled his shoulders before lifting a paw as if he prepared to raise up and step forward. But he paused. 'It'd involve combats... Physical work. An unnecessary "waste" of energy... Oh if it was a battle of minds, I'd win in no time...But a combat', a grumpy noice came from him. If he'd only remember what his cousin had tried to teach him, all the fancy techniques, he might have a chance. But lazy Lothaire had erased all of this knowledge from his mind as soon as his cousin had left. Which ment that Lothaire remained a poor un-skilled fighter who'd probably loose to almost anyone in a one-on-one. 'Oh well... Since it's not a battle of minds..', he let his paw down and skipped the idea of participating.

Dissapointed over himself, he let his ocean blue wander till they laid their gaze upon Carnal and another purple-pink eyed feline next to her. 'Must be a sibling cause Najisi is without wings' he thought and examined the new most-likely-relative of his. The feline rose, appearently interesting in the position. Lothaire smiled, 'Good to see the youth are optimistic and aim high'.Lothaire's ears perked, his attention was drawn back to the group around him. The Hallow ess next to him spoke. Adressed to Lothaire? No. It was directed to the male he'd met before.

▲ Cornelia Faire

A grey ess of mixed blood had settled down not far from the gathering. It was a Meutrian meeting so the Jaaku member assumed she had little to no business with whatever this gathering was all about. But curiousity had driven her closer.. Brown orbs went from one beast to another and a faint smile formed each time she spotted a fellow demonic lion. She was appearently not the only demonic who'd let curiousity take over.

[Silverfang]

The King couldn't help but let his eyes land firmly and wryly on the pacing brute, his movements catching his attention almost immediately. A very, almost uncatchable smirk flickered at the soft edges of his lips before disappearing, his gaze now faltering to that of cold ice as he watched as the members and non-members conversed alike.

Balthier II stood. Feeling slight suspicion, the Quetzalcoatl's mind was switched to a frenzy of questions. What could he offer him? Was he permitted or even qualified for this?

His thoughts were interrupted by a dark figure stepping forward and speaking to him. Looking down to the male, there was deliberate surprise in his dark olive gaze. Not that he didn't expect him to come forward, but he hadn't seen his brother - or any of his siblings for that matter, to his knowledge - in so long. A grin parted his lips and a nod to the ebony furred brother was given. "Of course, Morphine. It is good to see you alive and healthy." He then faced those that had stood or stepped forward (or were in the process of doing so). He mused at Zalui when he let out an audible snarl in response to Balthier's brave entrance. Good, he was making it easy to urge others onto the position. Thinking they were better than him, it was only making more fun for the onlookers.

Osic and Circa stood. Funeral expressed some worry behind his emotions, eyelids widening slightly as the younger adults stepped forward. More for his own than for Circa, but nevertheless. His son wasn't a child anymore, however. A simple nod was given to the two before looking toward the others who stood. Icarus, then Jasper.

Sharp interest sparked in his gaze as Jasper stepped forward, and another approved nod toward him before turning to Icarus. A glare, a single horizontal line traced with his head as a 'no', and leaned back a bit to stare at the competitors.

"A surprising turnout." He mumbled at first, then rose his voice. "Good." And quickly began to pair everyone up.

"You will begin immediately. I want Morphine and Shard, Circa and Balthier - Osic, you will sit out for the first round and go against the winner between Circa and Balthier. Is this clear?"

Christ I hope I got everything right. I was kinda trying to swift read zewm. Tell me if I missed anybody or anything pleaseee. ;3;