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Post by Ziku on Apr 3, 2006 22:55:48 GMT -5
A large, muscular blueish gray male saber moved swiftly through the Ironfang lands. Large paws made indents into the land as he moved, a small frown on his maw as he did so. The ranks needed improving and what better way than to patrol the land for other sabers that would be willing to join. Every now and then others doubted his leadership for not being born and Ironfang but of course, he would show them soon. Ziku, as he was dubbed by those around him, stopped once or twice on his way, pink nose lifting towards the air and shifting the scents into recognizable categories.
Again he pressed onwards, stopping at a large rock surrounded by the grasslands that made Ironfang what it was. Gathering his hind legs under him Ziku launched himself upwards and onto the rock, claws unsheathing in order to gain more balance. A small wind messed with his fur as he sat down, claws still unsheathed and whiskers twitching. Large ears flicked slightly as an unanimal like sound came to them.
Shifting his weight from paw to paw his short black tipped tail flicked uneasily. At the point he was at it would be easy for a Roumeg saber to ambush him from behind. Even though he could easily take one saber it would still be a rough fight. Never had the two saber prides gotten along, tension always between them. If a Roumeg came now when he was alone, Ziku didn't know what he would do. A sigh escaped his black lips and pale yellow eyes closed for a moment to calm himself before others arrived.
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Post by Darktide on Apr 5, 2006 12:04:52 GMT -5
Sand
Speak of the devil….A roumeg is indeed near to the king, as he climbs ruby eyes lift and drift upwards. Following the smooth motions of the Ironfang leader as he ascends to the perch so high above. Instinct clicks into play and the approaching mammoth of a feline dips her self slightly into the grasses, fur oh so delightfully camouflaging her lengthy figure within the flora and shadow. Her step while deliciously stealthy and oh so expertise in the manner of subterfuge is handicapped this day. Pads though wide and softly furred to decrease sound made which each step, are sore and swollen from long travel with little rest.
A crouch she falls to, muscles tensed and coiled where she sits, claws remain sheathed inside digits, enemy blood or no her intention today was not an attack, burning a bridge here was not desired. With ears swirled forward atop her head and big crimson pools locked on the leader she waits, with breathing so soft it might as well not exist. Tall frame sunken low to avoid exposure to passing eyes, tail frozen save for very tip of tuft which flicks faintly.
As tail twitches as do the cogs inside her sandy coloured head, a small inward battle debating the actions to take….to act now…make her self seen and attack, hopefully come out victorious…bring the fallen king back home and earn back her place within the pride…Or…make her self seen and grovel for sanctuary…the second most option seemed to be the safest, they were still alone, if he declined her request she could flee…or resort back to the first plan…
A slow breath is pulled between lips, filling lungs, muscled springs that are her haunches release sending her upwards. A smooth fluid leap onto the stone that supports the Iron King, head drops as tail dips between her legs, ears follow suit in pressing back. Jaw cants itself to the side, exposing a portion of soft throat as quite voice slips out.
“I seek Sanctuary”
An odd request…perhaps…save that her size and build scream roumeg, and she is far from home.
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Post by Ziku on Apr 6, 2006 15:10:30 GMT -5
His ears served backwards at the sound of someone jumping. Ziku snapped around, lips drawn back to reveal large fangs and ears pinned themselves against his head. Something told him something would happen. He always knew what was going to happen. Maybe not when or who but still he knew things others didn't. Her request seemed to comfuse him or a split second and the large leader let his lips drop back and the fur along his hackles to go to their original positions.
"Who are you?" he demanded, pale eyes locked on the female at was crouched before him in a submissive form. That of which reminded him of a wolf, tail inbetween the legs and ears back. It didn't matter to him. Someone was here and that was what counted. If she attacked he would counter. If she signaled to others he would attack. If she truly wanted to join he would concider it. It was always good to have more members in a pride while there were enemies on every side that could attack you.
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Post by Darktide on Apr 6, 2006 16:53:26 GMT -5
Sand
Sand shifts uneasily where she crouches, the baring of his teeth made it considerably difficult not to do so herself. Especially with that little voice in the back of her head screaming at her to tear him to shreds. Pesky thing to have to deal with but for now she held the upper ground on the mental battlefield and remained still and submissive. Even going so far, much to the distress of her cerebral passenger, as to expose a portion of her throat.
Ruby eyes lock onto those pale pools of the male as his hackles descend and lips fall back into place. With a slight increase in her comfort level she shifts her weight between her pads. ”Sand, is what I am called” A fitting name two with a pelt like hers, it would blend perfectly into a desert setting if her eyes did not give the female away. Tail lay low as it swept its way slowly across the stone.
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Post by Ziku on Apr 7, 2006 6:48:34 GMT -5
"Well, Sand, why do you want to seek refuge in the IronFang Lands? Surely, we aren't the first saber scents you came across." He was surprised she didn't react when he seemed agressive at first. But now that he saw, she didn't look like the type who would attack back by some miscommunication. But looks can be deceiving. He was living proof of that. The Ironfang King set his ass on the cold surface of the rock. Not even the sun helped his stone which made it a perfect place in the summer to come and cool off on.
Ziku's large head seemed to be calm, no anger or agression in his eyes. He had to go at this the right way or a fight could break out. Or worse, a war with another Pride for hurting their member, maybe Queen or Princess.
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Post by Darktide on Apr 7, 2006 8:14:09 GMT -5
Sand
Sandy pelted female remained low along the rock, just around now noticing how it was cool even as the sun assaulted her back, a pleasant surprise that made this easier to handle. Remaining as submissive and non-threatening as she could manage the voice that slips from between coal colored lips could of come from a mouse! It is quiet and meek and oh so gentle. “”I have heard good things about those of this land.” How far dare she divulge? Long tail caressed the stone perch, sucking out the cool and using it to keep her body chilled, without the mind melting sun dissolving her brain it was far easier to combat the screams inside her head to do exactly the opposite of what she did now.
Behind ruby eyes the roaring voice, there was only one, of protest began to work its charm. Doubt about her choice was filtering into the decision-making centers of her brain. This was going well...wasn’t it? Did he just signal back up? Nostrils flare trying to bring in any possible scents of other sabers. Every sound sent her ears twitching in its direction.
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Post by Ziku on Apr 7, 2006 16:27:56 GMT -5
Head lowered slightly. She had heard things about these lands. so she wasn't from a different pride. He let his muscles relax slightly in her pressence. Still, there was always the threat of her attacking him herself even if he was mostly muscle. He then remembered something. She had given him her name but he had yet to give her his in return.
"Sorry. I am Ziku, King of the Ironfang Lands." He smiled and flicked his short black tipped tail. "And if you want to, you are welcome into these ranks, Sand." The large male was trying to be as polite as he could with this saber considering she seemed a bit tense in his presence, even if she did show him part of her throat as a sign of submission. "We could always use new members with all the other packs and prides around us." He didn't mention Roumeg. He didn't have to. She would find out soon if she decided to stay.
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Post by Darktide on Apr 7, 2006 19:29:36 GMT -5
Sand
Sand was too well versed about the Roumeg for her own liking; it was from their crude comments she had learned about the less…destructive Ironfangs. The more orderly pride, a kingdom with rules beyond, the strongest survives. As his name is offered to her she seems to ease slightly. He may be all muscle but that sort of build was one she was well used to. The female her self seemed to be rock with fur atop it for all the softness that composed her body. A body that strongly resembled that of the Roumeg themselves. Muscle taunt and sinewy rippled with each shift of her position beneath that desert coat.
Beneath her breath in that gentle voice she repeats his name and rank to her self, as she best not forget. His kind offering of rank her self to be counted among his followers seemed to suck the tension from her even further. Head lifted and though she held her self-low she did not cower so. Voice remained the utter epitome of meekness as she murmured “Forever grateful am I for your sanctuary, but accepting me further you may wish to withhold. Trouble shadows me, I wish only to rest a few days, not to bring my demons into your land.”
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Post by Ziku on Apr 8, 2006 20:22:10 GMT -5
"Well, depends on how you look at it. You look like the Roumeg who live beyond our lands, yet you have yet to attack me and seem less dangerous than them. To me, it seems as if you are running from something and like you could use a home to stay in." Ziku spoke in a calm tone, pale yellow eyes foced on the female saber in front of him. If she was running from the Roumeg, keepig her here would piss them off greatly but also bring them to his lands. Still, it was better to help then to send someone to their doom in his opinion.
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Post by Zoe on Apr 9, 2006 12:23:23 GMT -5
The female sabre limped on dutifully, her tender paw dangling precariously above the ground. Fresh blood trickled between her toes to steadily drip on the ground while old blood clung to her fur. Sighing softly, she stooped down and licked her paw clean of the new blood. Raising her head, she gazed around with curious silver eyes. The scent of sabres was all over the place. Scent markers had been left near the boundaries of the territory, warning all who entered that they could be killed for trespassing. Her ears flattened against her head at the thought of being killed for merely wandering onto someone else's lands. Shaking her head of such thoughts, she lifted her wounded paw and hobbled onward.
Eventually she heard voices. Her head lifted as she peered through the tall grass to search for the owners of those voices. Seeing them, her breath hitched in her throat. Sabres. The one sitting on the boulder was obviously ruler of this place, and the other she wasn't too sure of. Was she a member of the clan? She inhaled slowly and deeply, calming her nerves. Rising from her crouched position, she slowly approached them. She used to be quiet and stealthy, but with her hurt paw, she bumbled and stumbled along. Zoe also made the noise so that they did not think she was a spy seeking information. Also, she didn't want to get killed for sneaking around. Coming into view of both of them, she flicked her short tail, and stiffened. Well, here goes nothing, she thought.
"I would like to join you." Zoe said while sitting down on her haunches. She gently placed her tender paw against the ground, wincing as soon as it made contact. Her short tail twitched softly while she lifted her head and looked at the other sabres. She felt small and meek compared to the others, but she put her brave face on and sat there cool and content. Well, maybe not cool since it was a hot day, but she did look relaxed. Her silver eyes lifted and looked up to Ziku, taking note of his stance and how huge he was compared to her.
(I am not posting how she looks since I have realized her colors are.. well.. against the rules. I'll have to talk to Toksyc about it.)
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Post by Ziku on Apr 9, 2006 12:29:25 GMT -5
((it's okay. MORE MEMBERS! Yay!))
Ziku's pale yellow eyes glanced over to the new female, black and blue gray colored ears flicking over to her. The King shifted his body so he could see both this new saber and Sand. Claws scraped against the rock slightly. No matter how many of his own were with him he couldn't get past the feeling that there might be an attack or an ambush, yet neither of these two looked like they would do something like that. The once new one looked as if her paw was hurt, the blood approving his suspicions.
"So, another wishes to join. You aren't Roumeg are you?" Eyes narrowed and tail thrashed to the side as he mentioned Roumeg. Ziku wouldn't put it past them to outlaw one of their own but it was still better to check. He could tolerate them so long as they followed the border rules. A sigh escaped his jaws. Not he was just bring paranoid. "State your name. Why do you wish to join?"
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Post by Zoe on Apr 9, 2006 12:56:48 GMT -5
She looked onto Ziku with a quizzical expression on her face. Her brows furrowed as she frowned, not quite understanding what he asked her. "Roumeg, sire?" She questioned, then added, "I'm sorry sire, but I am new to these lands and I've never heard of such a group.. but to answer your question, no, I am not Roumeg." She paused before adding, "I am from the White Forest clan, far to the north of your lands, sire." As her wounded paw shifted against the ground and sent a wave of pain through her system, she winced. With a sigh of exasperation she lifted her wounded paw into the air so it would no longer bother her.
Her ears swiveled toward him as he asked more questions. "My name is Zoe, and I wish to join you since you do not seem to be quarreling with others. I've had enough battle and bloodshed to last me a lifetime, and I'd like a little peace." She slightly nodded her head at the end of her little speech. Not wanting to seem useless, she said, "And I can be of assistance to you. I used to be a scout in my old clan, and once my paw heals, I could be one for you if you'd like."
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Post by Ziku on Apr 9, 2006 13:04:16 GMT -5
The information he recieved form her was new. Not heard of Roumeg? Well, that was a new answer. slowly to lowered his head slightly to think. She had been a scout, come from the north and never heard of the Roumeg. Her name was Zoe and she had a hurt paw. The paw could be a problem if it wasn't treated properly. Ziku's ears flicked as he thought. Yellow eyes opened after a moment and a small sigh escaped his lips.
The leader glanced over at Sand. "You may go, Sand. I will think about what you have told me and give you my answer in a later date." Now he turned to Zoe. "We may not be quarrling with others, but there are wolves that are in a war nearby. You might have to get your paws bloodied if one was to cross our borders and picked a fight. But now is not the time to think about that. You paw needs attnetion. What happened to it?" Slowly, he removed himself from the rock to move closer to Zoe to examine her paw.
"And don't call me Sire. I am known as Ziku just like you are known as Zoe. If you have to call me something call me King Ziku or Ziku. It doesn't matter which."
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Post by Zoe on Apr 9, 2006 13:13:32 GMT -5
"Ziku.." Zoe murmured, tasting the word as she let it roll off her tongue. It was short, simple, and to the point. It sounded like someone strong, which she was sure the large sabre was, and so she decided she liked it. At his next question, her ears flattened against her head. "My old clan leader, Drek, decided he wanted to conquer the neighboring Sandstone sabres. It was pointless to try since they were stronger than us, but if we spoke out against him, he would have killed us.. so we went to war. It was a slaughter, but not on the Sandstone side."
She paused with a sigh before saying, "I hurt my paw in the battle and I don't think I helped it when we fled." She closed her eyes. Great. Now he had to think that she was a coward for fleeing a battle her side was supposed to have won. Shaking her head, she added, "So Drek gathered his scouts and sent us off to find more recruits. I met up with another sabre of my old clan who had been sent out to stop the scouts since White Forest had been conquered. Drek was dead and there was a new, better king.. but I was tired of White Forest. I went off on my own. I tried to fix up my paw, but I'm afraid the arts of healing aren't one of my strong points."
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Post by Ziku on Apr 9, 2006 13:24:55 GMT -5
His head nodded slowly, taking in the information. War. pointless battle. It all wanted to make him sick. What leader would do that to the creatures that looked up to him? His lips lifted slightly and Ziku had to force himself to stay calm. He sniffed at her injured paw, careful not to hurt it any. He retreated his head back and sat down in front of Zoe.
"So, you left your lands after the war, knowing it was a pointless battle and neither side would win." The male saber was mostly speaking to himself. "Zoe, your paw doesn't seem infected or anything as far as I can tell, but I'm no healer either. Wash it and just take care if it like any other wound and your paw is sure to get better." Ziku thought he was sounding like a mother speaking to her cub. "You are welcome here, but bring any trouble with other clans or prides and I will not hesitate to protect my clan and chase you out of here." He couldn't put it any clearer. The lands might not e best for her paw but he would help if he could.
Slowly, the thought of his past came to him. Should he tell her? Better him than one of the other sabers. "Listen, I am not born an Ironfang. Yet I am leader. I do not take anything from anyone and will show you who is charge if you bring this peice of information up against me."
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