- Messages
- 65
"I'd heard that they are....... necromancy and dark magic,.......manipulating the living...... fight ..... ?"
the distance between the camp and the tree line was not far a younger lion would have heard this conversation. lionman curses his old age. hes at a time were a proper successor would be chosen but he has no children of his own. that only leaves one of two actions to be made. lionman will step down and appoint a new leader or someone will challenge him and his death or victory will determinate a new leader.
lionman quietly thinks to himself. his curiosity and wisdom have been fighting a long inner battle that causes him to be both reckless and prudent at the same time.
i soft hiss attacks his attention. up approaches another one of his men from the camp a few miles north of the current location.
"sir ive come with an update"
lionman nods allowing the young lion to continue.
"the camp is in distress curtain people suggest we stand together and fight for the land that has been ours for so long they say its time for us to start controlling other species in our lands and stake an officialism claim on whats been our territory for millennia"
"god dammit. let me guess this curtain person goes by the human name rayia"
the young lion nods
"i cant be in two places at once. remind the people whos still there king"
the young lion looks as if he wants to say something but hesitates. he looks around him sniffing.
"theres a camp over there with furrless folk in it"
he says very calmly.
"why haven't we attacked?"
lionman growls at the young lion
"because running into battle without first observing ones enemy is a sure fire way to become a trophy pelt i think ive scared them trust my plan son"
the young lion scowls.
" rayia is right you have become weak in your old age, you have forgotten the old and true way to fight all out battle. these furrless folk aren't afraid of an old washed out lion that lost the last war that he swore would end all wars among our own kind. now your brother controls our territory and we have been left to fend for yourself your no king of mine"
"how dare you even address me in such a manor you are crossing the line of treason"
"no this is treason"
the young but just as large lion attacks. they tumble scratching and clawing. the fight can be heard yards away.
"i was sent by rayia to secure her rightful place as leader of whats left of our people"
lionman scratches the now traitor and assassin in the leg causing him to yowl. the two large lions begin to engage in a fight to the death. they tumble from the woods and begin to fight in a small clearing near camp,
"you have disgraced the royal crown that you swore to serve" lionman roars in a triumphant gasp as he smacks his fist across his attackers jaw. an audible pop can be heard.
hes noticeably tired by this act but seems still in his weak state stronger than the young lion if not more skilled at fighting. the sword on his back is left unused perhaps some sort of ritual fighting.
the young lion yowls in pain but even with a broken jaw the beast still rears back and swings his razar sharp claws that have been fitted with small blades slicing into lionman like butter his thick layer of muscle keeps him safe but the potential blood loss hazard is the problem.
"you do not fight with honor this shows weakness yet you claim i am weak because i choose to not run into a battle with a potential enemy i do not yet know!!"
he screams in anger and frustration scratching the young lion across the neck. blood spills out of him like a fountain he falls to his knees and then his stomach dead.
lionman looks down at his foe.
"you were never worthy to serve me"
he pull's out a knife and cuts the deceased lions claws away from his paws putting them in a purple coin purse that has never seen a coin in its life. the now wounded and tired lion re approaches the camp blood covered and still bleeding himself.
"woman do you possess healer abilities or at least something to stem the bleeding"
he says very demanding like. the old lion would look almost pathetic if it wasn't for his 7 feet and 500 pound of over worked muscle exterior. but as he looks you into the eyes you see hes tired. not just tired from his wounds but tired of life stress is in those eyes. his threatening behavior has gone your sure he still has men in the forest but you dont feel as though your in any danger
the distance between the camp and the tree line was not far a younger lion would have heard this conversation. lionman curses his old age. hes at a time were a proper successor would be chosen but he has no children of his own. that only leaves one of two actions to be made. lionman will step down and appoint a new leader or someone will challenge him and his death or victory will determinate a new leader.
lionman quietly thinks to himself. his curiosity and wisdom have been fighting a long inner battle that causes him to be both reckless and prudent at the same time.
i soft hiss attacks his attention. up approaches another one of his men from the camp a few miles north of the current location.
"sir ive come with an update"
lionman nods allowing the young lion to continue.
"the camp is in distress curtain people suggest we stand together and fight for the land that has been ours for so long they say its time for us to start controlling other species in our lands and stake an officialism claim on whats been our territory for millennia"
"god dammit. let me guess this curtain person goes by the human name rayia"
the young lion nods
"i cant be in two places at once. remind the people whos still there king"
the young lion looks as if he wants to say something but hesitates. he looks around him sniffing.
"theres a camp over there with furrless folk in it"
he says very calmly.
"why haven't we attacked?"
lionman growls at the young lion
"because running into battle without first observing ones enemy is a sure fire way to become a trophy pelt i think ive scared them trust my plan son"
the young lion scowls.
" rayia is right you have become weak in your old age, you have forgotten the old and true way to fight all out battle. these furrless folk aren't afraid of an old washed out lion that lost the last war that he swore would end all wars among our own kind. now your brother controls our territory and we have been left to fend for yourself your no king of mine"
"how dare you even address me in such a manor you are crossing the line of treason"
"no this is treason"
the young but just as large lion attacks. they tumble scratching and clawing. the fight can be heard yards away.
"i was sent by rayia to secure her rightful place as leader of whats left of our people"
lionman scratches the now traitor and assassin in the leg causing him to yowl. the two large lions begin to engage in a fight to the death. they tumble from the woods and begin to fight in a small clearing near camp,
"you have disgraced the royal crown that you swore to serve" lionman roars in a triumphant gasp as he smacks his fist across his attackers jaw. an audible pop can be heard.
hes noticeably tired by this act but seems still in his weak state stronger than the young lion if not more skilled at fighting. the sword on his back is left unused perhaps some sort of ritual fighting.
the young lion yowls in pain but even with a broken jaw the beast still rears back and swings his razar sharp claws that have been fitted with small blades slicing into lionman like butter his thick layer of muscle keeps him safe but the potential blood loss hazard is the problem.
"you do not fight with honor this shows weakness yet you claim i am weak because i choose to not run into a battle with a potential enemy i do not yet know!!"
he screams in anger and frustration scratching the young lion across the neck. blood spills out of him like a fountain he falls to his knees and then his stomach dead.
lionman looks down at his foe.
"you were never worthy to serve me"
he pull's out a knife and cuts the deceased lions claws away from his paws putting them in a purple coin purse that has never seen a coin in its life. the now wounded and tired lion re approaches the camp blood covered and still bleeding himself.
"woman do you possess healer abilities or at least something to stem the bleeding"
he says very demanding like. the old lion would look almost pathetic if it wasn't for his 7 feet and 500 pound of over worked muscle exterior. but as he looks you into the eyes you see hes tired. not just tired from his wounds but tired of life stress is in those eyes. his threatening behavior has gone your sure he still has men in the forest but you dont feel as though your in any danger
