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Hakreem
Aug 10, 2009 6:35:20 GMT -5
Post by Akyra on Aug 10, 2009 6:35:20 GMT -5
Hakreem.:Subordinate of Diego Heights:.
<<::Basics>>+-----------------------+Name: Hakreem Nicknames: Hakreem, Dearest, Dad Birth name: Hakreem Meaning: Unknown Age: 6 Species: 1/8 Smilodon Populator x 7/8 Homotherium Latidens (Sabre-toothed cat) Height: 3'12 Weight: 800lb Pack: Diego Rank: Subordinate (aiming for Beta)
<<::Associates>>+-----------------------+Mother: Kit [npc] Father: Yassir [npc] Grandmother: Surak [npc] Grandfather: Kai [npc] Brothers: Sintarra [npc] Sisters: Deidre, Mai As good as family: NoneSons: DimaniDaughters: NoneGranddaughters: AkyraGrandsons: None<<::Mental description>>+-----------------------+Humour level: 4 Aggression level: 6 Kindness level: 7 Curiosity level: 3 Seriousness level: 10<<::Physical description>>+-----------------------+Eyes: Azure Nose: Mahogany Main fur: Slate grey Ears: Ebony black Paws: Pure ivory white Tail: Ebony black Markings: Fleckles/spots, varying gradients of grey, a white underside and muzzle<<::Summary>>Hakreem's geriatric nature is enhanced even further by the dim colouration he sports. Wearing a base coat of slate grey, facial markings rimmed with a darker tone of said colour, coupled with his typical austere expression, Hakreem does appear rather sombre. His square muzzle and comparatively large head are both adorned by a light grey hide, with a white marking down his cheeks seperated by a jagged, uneven line. His eyes are a deep, azure blue, his ears ebony with a simgular white spot central upon each. Above each eye a grey marking to is present, aiding to exaggerate his facial features somewhat. His nose is curved evenly at both nostrils, and is of hazel brown. His body is again the same tone as his face, a misty grey, and is characteried by irregular fleckles of grey (again of varied shades), circular in shape and inconsistently sized. Running down his neck, chest and stomach is a strip of white, pure as snow, and distinguished by a jagged definition. This same marking is also present in a horizontal line across the top of his forelimbs. Below this, following a break of light grey is a darker tone which covers his forelimbs from knee to foot, whereupon it reverts to white once again. His back paws are also white. Hakreem's short tail is ebony atop, yet below it is a contrasting ivory; in the center is a large spot of white amdist a backdrop of pure black. His short, brisk mane is coloured alternative shades of black and white, and his sabres are relatively well conditioned despite years of wear. As for scars, Hakreem has relatively few, the only conspicuous one being present on his right ear. It is semi-circular in shape and originated from a scrap with a sabre in the Red Mountains.<<::Relationships>>+-----------------------+Love/Crush/Interest/Like/Family/Respect/Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Just Met/Unsure/Trust/Partner/Tolerate/Subordinate/Ignore/Fear/Annoyed/Dislike/Hate/EnemySilach: You taught me to love again. You healed the wounds of my heart that for so long have been left to fester. You are the love of my life, dear Silach. If anything were to happen to you, I would have nothing. You are my everything; and so are our children. The honour you brought upon me in baring my young is something I can never repay you for. Thank you Silach, my dearest.
Trinity: My former mate; your death was untimely and undeserved. May you rest in peace, fallen angel.
Navand: You accepted me. You allowed me entry into Diego. I thank you for that.
Kit: Mother, you took care of me, you loved me, you fed me. I cannot repay you for that; I am so sorry that I could not save your daughter.
Yassir: I never knew you, and I never want to. You were no father; you did nothing for us, you did not visit, you did not provide us with food. Nothing. Still I must thank you; thank you because you have made me a better father. I despise the thought of ending up like you.
Mai: I'm deathly sorry my sister ... for I could not reach you in time. Forgive me, I beg of you. Please.
Diedre: A troublemaker at heart you always were; I miss you sister. I cannot help but wonder what fate had in store for you. Though admittedly, I think of you less and less. I cannot help but feel that you too have already met your demise. Maybe we will meet again.
Dimani: My first born son; make me proud. I expect nothing less of you.
Romani: My son. I love you, as I do you brother.
Sintarra: Brother. I did not get the chance to know you, nor did you the world.
Khalon: My King. You serve your pride well, and I am proud to live under your rule. I would never alter loyalties.
Lycurgus: I do not know you well my new king, but I am certain you will lead us well in Onieros' place.
Onieros: You were a good King, and a competent fighter. You fate was not deserved, and I will be sure to fight for you.
Coldsun: I've encountered you only once, yet you seem pleasant, polite and respectable.
Aneok Chaosgrowl: Again, I've seen you only once, but you seem kindly. I hope to meet you again.
Kane: The moment your blood soaks my maw will be the day that I am finally released for this dreaded curse that you bestowed upon me. My sister died at you hands; is it not only fair that you should die at mine?
<<::History>> +-----------------------+
<<::Pre-forum>>
Hakreem was born "illegitimately" to a shy mother, Kit, who allowed herself to be walked over by her male associates. Thus, she had no objection to the advances of a confident young juvenile named Yassir , who leapt at the opportunity to partner himself with this attractive yet vulnerable young sabress. One thing led to another, and soon the litter of four was born on a ice-sculpted night in mid winter. The land was carved in Jack Frost's shadow as the mother delivered her youngsters in the relative serenity of a damp, secluded cave on the borders of the silver mountains. A brood consisting to two males and two females arrived in the mist of the storms fury, blanketing the land in a quilt of ice-white snow.
Not long after his birth, Sintarra, the eldest son passed away, unable to endure the wrath of winter. That left Hakreem and his two sisters, Diedre and Mai. For the rest of the winter, the trio remained in the den whilst their mother, Kit took it upon herself to hunt and care for her litter with no intervention from their father, who had long deserted Kit during her pregnancy. The three cubs survived the winter, though it had taken it's toll on the parted family; Kit was desperately thin and malnourished, the cubs too weak to stand. They travelled from the birthing grounds into warmer territories, where they occupied for quite some time. Rife with prey and sustenance, Kit and the trio of cubs lived a life of luxury, the bountiful, prosperous forest sheltering them for the entire spring through autumn. Hakreem and his family resided here for over a year with relatively little significant happenings going on during this time. They hunted, drank and slept as all sabres do.
In late summer, upon reaching a year and a half of age, Hakreem and his two sisters disbanded from their mother, Diedre following her own path and Hakreem and Mai travelling together. Not long had it been since their departure than they met Kane, an ambitious young male of similar age to the pair who requested to join their wandering trio. Thinking nothing of it, Hakreem and his sister permitted Kai entry into their newly established "clan", though this was something they came to regret. Not soon after they'd met, Kane took a liking to Hakreem's sister Mai, and subtly began to court her, something which he quickly came to recognise. However, Hakreem dismissed it, assuming that Mai found Kane a suitable partner. However, it was one night when the striped sabre had briefly departed in order to hunt that Mai told her loving brother that she no longer wished to be affiliated with Kane. She explained how he had become defensive over her, and would not allow her to participate in hunts for fear that she would injure herself. He became possessive, and soon violent. Hakreem explained that there was nothing to fear; that if ever she had any worries that he would be there for her; that she was safe. Reassured somewhat, Mai continued life in the trio, neglecting to inform Hakreem of Kai's newfound aggression towards newcomers who tried so much as to talk to her. She convinced herself that his strange, absurd behaviour was something of a phase and that he would never dream of hurting her.
Summer and autumn passed slowly for the trio, with prey slowly declining in numbers and harsher weather drawing ever closer. Thunderstorms grew ever more frequent as they made their way to the Red Mountains where they sought shelter amongst the caverns in late autumn. A blanket of auburn leaves blanketed the ground, brisk chill causing them to rise as each gust blew them a little further from their resting spot. The trio huddled in a high cave as the tumultuous breeze whipped around them, hailstorms growing in magnitude by the minute. Today the weather was at its worst. The cold night air was humidified by showers of persistant rain and warmed by strokes of lightening that hit the earth like electric hammers. They were desperately hungry. Prey was scarce this time of year, and with autumn drawing to a close their numbers reduced daily. Kindly, Hakreem requested that he should hunt for them, confident that Mai would be safe if left alone with the sleeping Kai for a short time. He emerged from the cave to be met with a drenching downpour, soaking his slate grey coat. Shaking himself dry, Hakreem wandered about the caverns in search of some meager sustenance he might snatch. Later he returned, carrying proudly the carcass of a hare he'd so effortfully chased down. He called into the cave; no reply.
His eyes widened and his stomach clenched as he felt it churn and grumble. He stared for a second in disbelief. No. No. This was a dream ... it could not be happening, it just couldn't! But it was all too real. Upon the sodden earth of the cavern, illuminated by the moons silver glow lie his sister, blood stained over her beautiful ivory pelt. Her cold, lifeless eyes stared at him longingly under the starlight, beckoning his aid. It was too late; he could do nothing now. Behind her body, crouching malevolently, stood Kai, bloody at the mouth, clumps of fur plastered to his jaw. He ran. Hakreem did nothing to stop him. Kai ran; he got away, yet he did nothing. He could do nothing but watch.
He spent the rest of the night beside his sister, with a faint hope that she would return. Yet she didn't. As the sun peaked over the hilltops that same morning Hakreem realized something; that the heart was just a toy. Something to be broken or to be played with, to be manipulated and crushed. But no longer would he succumb to his hearts wishes; he would rise above. He would become stronger without it. So that's what he did. Emotions which had once meant to so much to him, feelings of love, pain, desire, accomplishment all he removed from his mind. Now he was a warrior, and nothing else.
Hakreem wandered alone, not daring to converge a second time. Four years passed as a loner, he utilizing this time to train himself further. He frequently partook in fights, in many of which he triumphed, caring not for whom he maimed. That changed one day however, when a quarrel over prey lead to he and another male, named Scimitar, brawling. Hakreem gained an advantage early on, pinning the weedy Scimitar to the ground and thrusting his unsheathed claws onto his neck. A snarl erupted from Hakreem's throat as he prepared to end his life as he had done so many times before. His paw raised, claws glistening like cuts of lead, eyes looking into Scimitars. "P...p...please". Hakreem turned, still snarling, to face the one who had emitted this meek whimper. Opposite him stood a white cub, similar in build to Scimitar, confronting him. "Please don't hurt my daddy" he begged. Shame engulfed him at that very moment. What had he become? What was he turning into? At the realization that he had in fact become what he feared most, Hakreem fled once again.
At the age of five, only a few weeks following his attack (and his feelings somewhat restored), Hakreem encountered Trinity. She was a rather typical female, not particularly attractive though kind of heart and shy in character. She and Hakreem mixed very well, and soon Trinity would announce to her mate that she bore his cubs. Hakreem was overjoyed, yet concerned simultaneously at the news. He worried that he would not be a good father, that he would not live up to his expectations.
The birth came in spring not too long afterwards, Trinity slowly deteriorating from that point onwards. Born were two cubs, both male, who were named Dimani (the first born of the two) and Romani (the second). The cubs were cared for by both parents up until Trinity's death. This affected Hakreem severely. He lost all hope in life, falling into what some might term depression, others an unending sadness. However, his despair was short-lived, as he knew that nothing could be done, that life worked this way and that his best option now was not to dwell on the past but rather focus on the future. So he took it upon himself to raise Dimani and Romani, teaching them to hunt as a parent would, and guarding them with his life. As they reach less than a year of age, they too left Hakreem's care and ventured forth into the wide world. The grey sabre knew not of their wearabouts from that moment on, something that he regrets.
The rest of that year Hakreem spent wandering. He trudged through the ancient forest, eastward to glacial beach and traversing the borders of Lykopis (unnoticed thankfully). He then found himself in a mountainous area, caverns tipped with snow, that lead to warmer pastures. Unbeknownst to him, Hakreem had stumbled upon Diego's periphery.
<<::Forum>>
Hakreem found himself in a cavern not far into Diego's borders, seeking shelter from the impending storm, aware that he had tresspassed. There he was met by Navand, Diego's royal messanger, who confronted him as to the reasons behind his intrusion. Gradually Hakreem succeeded in impressing the cheetah, who called upon Khalon to accept him. Agreeing, Hakreem thanked the King Lonas, and swore his loyalty to Diego.
Not long after his arrival, Hakreem met Coldsun and Aneok, two male counterparts who also shared Diego's territories. They talked, discussing what of Diego and the bounty (or lack of it) that the land offered. Though their encounter was brief, Hakreem gained some idea of the manner of life in The Heights.
About a month or so preceeding his acceptance, he met Silach. She was alone and unsure; sympathetically Hakreem provided her with company. Soon the pair became extremely amicable and in the space of a few minutes, into mates. He and Silach argued at first, though soon confessed their love for each other. The pair did not speak for a few months after, until Silach announced out of the blue that she carried his brood. Shocked but undeniably gleeful, Hakreem set about in preparing for the birth of his children, who they decided would be named Haroun, Gemini and Canary.
Not long before the birth of the triplets, the news of Onieros' death and his successors inheritance of the throne was announced to Diego. Hakreem was among the first to meet the new King, Lycurgus, and immediately he appeared awed at his magnitude; his sheer size, coupled with strong personality made him well liked by the old sabre who introduced himself formally to the monarch.
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Hakreem to many is the typical grumpy old man; he shows a lack of humour and rarely breaks into a grin. His demeanour is not necessarily defensive, but is constantly alert and suspicious. His mindset is that of a warriors, intense, focused, in some ways interrogative upon approach. Many consider him austere, which is true, yet this is not without reason. He believes that he should, in the presence of others, appear respectable and his gloominess is a reflection of this. He sees yearlings and boisterous juveniles as self-humiliators, constantly soliciting play with wily gestures that provoke caution in his mind.
Though his general demeanour might indicate aggression, Hakreem is not often violent. He prides himself on his ability to restrain himself despite provocation and to maintain calmness even when taunted. However, this does not rule out the possibility of hostility. If Hakreem feels that he or one close to him is at risk, he will attack mercilessly, though only in defense. Nor will he kill without cause. He is patent and tolerant, especially when regarding youngsters.
Towards females, Hakreem is fairly formal and a little shy. He treats them no differently than he would a male, though is often plagued with a light sense of reclusiveness when in their presence. Flirtatious is not a word in Hakreem's vocabulary; he has a great respect for the opposite gender, though this may be confused with prejudice by some in that he believes that males and females should assume different roles. This does not imply that either gender is superior, just that they serve different purposes. Males, he supposes, are obliged to provide support for the family, claiming and holding territory and hunting for the female. His spouse is responsible (in his eyes) for the upbringing of the children, and though he believes it is essential for the children to recieve fatherly input, that is primarily left the the female.
Towards those ranked above him Hakreem is respectful, knowing that they have earned said rank through their own skills and toiling. He does not openly desire to gain rank, and if promoted he would utilize his power to help those whom he feels he is obliged to aid. He is not power-hungry and strives to do well within himself more so than in the eyes of others.
Hakreem is competent and intelligent, with excellent battle tactics learned from years as a loner, where these skills were essential for survival alone. He is a good leader, able to command others well and distribute tasks to those who's strengths suit it. He is a willing soldier, confidence in his own abilities stemming again from nomadic times (when he fought and ultimately triumphed against other wanderers) coupled with his physically powerful frame. Though he is assured by his strength, he does not aim to flaunt it; if anything Hakreem does the opposite. He sees in as a reminder of the times when he lived and battled without remorse or empathy, a time that he is reluctant to mention.
He is reserved about his past, telling a select few of his time before Diego. Though not ashamed of every aspect, he is of the majority. He hates himself for letting Kai get away, and for not keeping in contact with his brood. However, Hakreem does not ponder over this; he is more intent on what the future holds than dwelling on subjects that he knows he is unable to change. He does, on occasion reminisce about his past. He misses Trinity dearly.
Hakreem is a loyal warrior, devoted always to his pride.
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Hakreem headshot
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<<::By others>>
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<<::Roleplays>> +-----------------------+
Running from the past
Finding friends
Poor lonely kitten
Soon to be mother
<<::Credits>> +-----------------------+ Profile Outline: Daphine Relationships key: Sharpie Character design: Nezumi Template(s): Their respective owner Outline edits: Nezumi - Do not use my edits without permission
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Hakreem
Aug 16, 2009 11:11:28 GMT -5
Post by Akyra on Aug 16, 2009 11:11:28 GMT -5
Hakreem staggered aimlessly across the baren, endless fields of jagged cliffs circled high above by a thin, white mist, his mind wandering into a state of delireum. He was a large, male sabre with a broad chest and a muscular frame; his eyes were a deep amber, which shone radiantly in the darkness of the caverns. His large black paws quivered as a whiff of scent drifted past his nose, which seemed familiar to him although he had never crossed into these lands before; he wondered whether to turn back as he did not desire any conflict at this time. It would remind him too much of his past, and his exile from his old pack after being accused of ... well it didn't matter what because he knew that he could never return.
Grey clouds drew in amongst the mountains, and a bolt of thunder came crashing down upon the floor below. He rushed from his stance and leapt waywardly upon a ridge in the mountain and saught shelter in a large cavern. It wasn't perfect but it kept him dry; he seemed to have forgotten that he had invaded Diego heights lands. From the shadows, he heard a low, throaty growl which echoed amongst the caverns damp walls; a sudden chill rushed through his body and he was stricken with fear, slowly and cautiously he turned his head backwards towards the source if the noise. In a silent tone, Hakreem whispered "I am sorry to intrude, but..but", then he stopped and thought for a moment. He lowered his stance and slunk apprehensively towards the sabre and then continued "I would be honoured if you would accept me into your pride". Then he sat wearily, waiting for an answer.
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Re: Running from the past (Acceptance) « Reply #1 on: November 06, 2008, 10:17:07 PM » Quote
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Navand wasn't aware of the creature that was in the cave; he was actually exploring the place as one of many spots he could sleep in during the day. Normally, the cheetah placed himself in small spots where other sabers couldn't fit so he could keep to himself; but curiosity got the better of him and he poked around the spacious cave. Maybe one of his brothers could use it...
At the loud sound of thunder, the cheetah started and jumped to look at the entrance. Well, it was a good thing he was in here then. Seriously, he was hoping no harm would come from the wind and lightning: there could be a rockslide that could trap him inside. The cheetah wasn't concerned about the rain--feh! Rain coming to Diego was like a two-legged strutting in a wolf pack. Now that he was going to be here for a while, Navand settled down and decided to wait it out. He streeeeetched out, letting out a loud scowl that echoed off the walls. It was great to let the ol' kinks out.
All that "letting out" sprang back as the cheetah yelped and jumped back at a deep voice coming his way. Who was this? He didn't look familiar, and that meant he was an intruder. He went on the defensive, even though he soon realized the saber before him was nervous and submissive. Other than the obvious teeth, there wasn't much of his body Navand could see. Could he see that he was going weak in front of a lowly cheetah? Hmmm. Even though he shouldn't deceive the saber, he did grow firm with the seriousness of the situation. He was an intruder, and to protect his own life, he had to use his leverage as a ranked member of the pride.
"I would be honoured if you would accept me into your pride". "You do realize, that there's going to be a mark against you," he said in his soft voice, though the anger was still present. "You did trepass and I thought my life was in danger. Now, sit up and tell me why I should let my kings know you're worthy of being accepted into Diego Heights."
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Re: Running from the past (Acceptance) « Reply #2 on: November 09, 2008, 06:28:33 AM » Quote Modify Remove
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Thanks for replying Navand )
Hakreem stared up at the cat who stood before him. He knew that is wasn't a sabre by any means, he was too slender and he didn't have the fangs. His coat appeared to be spotted, but he could not be sure as there was little light in the cavern. He could sense in his voice that he was not aggressive, as he had first anticipated, but also that he didn't want any nonsense; he had quickly learned the ability to anticipate the mood of others due to his fathers unstable and belligerant nature.
"You did trepass and I thought my life was in danger. Now, sit up and tell me why I should let my kings know you're worthy of being accepted into Diego Heights." the cat began. As the thunder crashed down upon the rocks below, and the light flashed into the cave Half-tooth could see the figure more clearly. It was a cheetah. Was this cat a member of Diego? Even if he wasn't, he had nothing to lose in replying to him.
"My full name is Haku-Kain, but most call me Hakreem; it's a sort of nickname of mine" he began, trying desperately to drown out the embrassment in his voice. He rose from his lowly stance into a more confident one, conveying the impression of pride with the knowledge that this may be his only chance to impress this cat. He had been a warrior in his previous pack, which was clearly evident from his muscular frame and the barrage of scars which covered his body; although most were covered by fur. He slowly ambled closer towards the cheetah, making sure to keep a fair distance to avoid intimidating him. "I have much experience as a warrior, as well as as a scout; my father was the cheif scout". He didn't really want to get into a conversation about his lineage, as it wasn't exactly honourable. He lay his ears back shamefully as he continued "he trained me as a scout, but as we lived in times of war I was sent off to be taught as a fighter. I would defend Diego with my life of need be". He didn't desire to tell the cheetah about his previous pack, as things had not gone well; so he tried to hide his anxiety.
It wasn't too blatently obvious that this sabre was a former scout, as his frame did not convey it as much as it could; he was fairly stocky with a thick grizzly muzzle, and a grey pelt, dashed here and there with spots of lighter and darker tones.
"By the way, I did not mean to threaten you" he said, lowering his head slightly but still maintaining eye contact with the cheetah to ensure him that he was not as submissive as he first thought. "I hope that you will accept me into your pride," he added "as I have been running from my past for so long".
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Re: Running from the past (Acceptance) « Reply #3 on: December 04, 2008, 03:36:31 PM » Quote
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Navand listened patiently as the saber changed to a more confident mannerism and explained himself. A scout. The Heights could use more scouts...and more sabers period. And he was a fighter too; but since there was a slight lull in the need to go to war, his scouting trait will be much needed. The cheetah finally frowned at the end of the saber's speech. Why did these larger creatures had to mention running from their past and pain? He hated these sob stories. Look at him, he was a cheetah among sabers! He knew what he was getting into and he accepted what was coming for him. That didn't mean he liked it, and he did act out at the physical teasings he got for being a small and weak creature, but he earned his place in the end. And he wasn't running from who he was. He was a cheetah that needed social interaction--a coalition like other male cheetahs who banded together. He got it with Diego.
Still, he had a position. A royal messenger had to represent the pride. And this guy was good enough in statistics, but not satisfying for the kings.
"Haku-Kain," he began in his soft voice, "Diego does not run from its past and pain; it faces them head on. We are not here to shelter cats afraid to face life. Think hard. If you have consequences that could come and threaten Diego, I insist you leave and come back when they are gone.
Hmm, he was getting a little better at this. The road to Diego went through him; and he was making absolutely sure there were no bad apples when he took them to his leaders. Logged
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Re: Running from the past (Acceptance) « Reply #4 on: December 06, 2008, 08:29:37 AM » Quote
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Haku-Kain," he began in his soft voice, "Diego does not run from its past and pain; it faces them head on. We are not here to shelter cats afraid to face life. Think hard. If you have consequences that could come and threaten Diego, I insist you leave and come back when they are gone", the cheetah continued.
Haku-Kain thought hard before answering. He new that if he continued with his sappy stories he had about as much chance of getting into Diego as a three-legged wolf with mange! When he first saw the cheetah, he assumed he would be one who would go for this kind of emotional stuff. But not this one, he seemed tougher than most.
Instead, Hakreem reverted to his tougher side, the side which had been forced into him after years of regimented training as a warrior. The sabres mentality diverted into that of a soldier.
"I did not intend to convey the impression that I am a coward, resorting to the shelter of Diego simply to run and hide from my past. To be truthful, I would rather face it there and then!" he continued, with an air of obstinance about him. " I was merely implying that joining Diego would give me the chance to reknew myself, and give me a new lease of life, as such. I did not assume that it was merely a last resort to shelter me from what happened."
Hakreem was clearly carried away by what he was saying. He didn't want to convey the impression of cowardis, of all things, that would probably be the last thing that he would want anyone to think of him. A coward! The sabres aquamarine eyes squinted in the darkness, piercing through it with an eery vermillon glow. Hakreem suddenly wondered what the cheetah would think of him, whether he thought he was worthy enough to meet with the kings.
He raised his head, lacerations scattering a grey and white overcoat, displaying his imposing physique. "I would be honoured to serve Diego if you will allow me the chance to speak with the kings, and to prove my worth to them" he began.
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Re: Running from the past (Acceptance) « Reply #5 on: January 02, 2009, 08:34:19 PM » Quote
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well now his words were getting better. Navand was becoming pleased at the change and his enthusiasm. Apparently the bigger cat had taken the time to rethink his words and respond with purpose. Getting a second chance at life was something many wished for and not always had; Diego, though the cheetah would keep it to himself, needed a second lease itself. And this guy seemed to be a good addition to the clan's slow growth.
The cheetah watched as Haku-Kain lifted his head and allowed him to size him up. He was large as with most saber-toothed breeds and he was built like a soldier which was another bonus for him. The cheetah was satisfied; but now came the big test, for both of him. For now, because the calmer Eros king (Onieros) was currently unable to fully perform his duties, the maroon messenger had to take him to the other king of Diego--Khalon. Navand was still scared of the bigger, badly tempermental king of fire ever since he watched the brutal murder of a wandering dig just feet from his face. He spoke not a word and left after with a small meal in his belly. The cheetah also felt that he wasn't as worthy in his eyes as Onieros saw him. And he hoped with great hope that Haku's presence would please Khalon. If he failed, then the cheetah would probably face the bigger disappointment.
Yikes.
"I would be honoured to serve Diego if you will allow me the chance to speak with the kings, and to prove my worth to them."
"You have it."
Navand moved toward the saber cat, swallowing his nerves and focusing on his more intimidating leader, and gave the impression to let him pass through the slightly snug cave. If he did, then the cheetah would head to the mouth of the cave and see if the storm had weakened enough for them to head up the cliff to where he was sure they would be easily spottable. This was for two reasons. One, so anyone could see the cheetah and the newcomer together and help him just in case something happened. The second was just as important for a different reason.
Khalon almost ALWAYS spots you first. Being a dead giveaway made it easier.
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Hakreem
Aug 16, 2009 11:13:43 GMT -5
Post by Akyra on Aug 16, 2009 11:13:43 GMT -5
Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Poor lonely kitten. (Anyone.) on: February 21, 2009, 04:10:02 PM Silach frowned at his query. Perhaps he had offended her somehow? He hoped not. Hakreem had not realized that in fact, he had interupted her just as she was about to answer.
"I would like that."
Hakreem's heart pummelled with excitement, his face lit up like a christmas tree, adhorned with thousands of coloured lights shimmering like candles in the darkness of the earth. This was undoubtably one of the most joyful moments...in his life! He was utterly exasperated; his heart leapt higher than he had ever dreamed; life finally had a purpose, a meaning of some sort though he wasn't sure how long it would last.
Silach gave a timid step forwards, inching closer to him with every step. Her composure revealed slight nevousness, yet at the same time it apeared to him that she harboured feelings of compasion for him, just as he did for her. She paced adjacent to him, nudging him on his gritty-toned pelt with her ebony nose before eagerly reversing and plodding her rump onto the floor once again.
Hakreem was utterly bewildered, surprized, exctited. He could not find the worlds to describe it...the moment was perfect...a little awkward but nethertheless perfect. This was his first love, and hopefully his only one. Yes, he knew he was in love now, but did she feel the same way? That gesture soon confirmed his assumption.
"Uh..Why? Are you going somewhere..now?"
She appeared confused as she said this, almost delirious. It was comical just how..well bewildered..she sounded. Hakreem could not help but utter a slight chuckle as she did so, attempting to both release the tension of the situation and to use this gesture to reply to her quiery.
"Well" he thought "was he going anywhere?" Not that he had intended anyway; life in Diego didn't bring much excitement. It was fairly dismal, with little activity amongst the members, and he was apprecative of the company for it was not often that he had got to see someone. It was a pleasant yet refreshing experience to converse occasionally.
"No...no of course not" he began nervously, not considering what he said but rather taking the risk of babbling a jumbled mass of words by not thinking his conversation through beforehand. Hakreem paused intrepidly after a second or two, as if to refresh himself and reknew his speech.
"When would you...like to get together?" he questioned calmly, pacing a step or two toward Silach. He gave a warm, almost sappy grin which spread across two ebony lips to the corner of his face. Trailing from his mouth, two humungous sabres dangled dauntingly, exegerating the rather comical expression.
"Your very pretty" he added adbruptly, blushing immedately afterwards after realizing what he had just said. It was not like him at all! Reply Quote Notify 17 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Poor lonely kitten. (Anyone.) on: February 18, 2009, 10:00:59 AM Hakreem noticed the female raise a brow as he hesitated to speak. Perhaps she was curious as to why he pondered over this thoughts...either way she was still taking notice of him and that was something to be thankful for. Most females would have turned a blind eye to this miliant, moderately scared beast...but not Silach.
She had been kind, and he could only repay her with his returned compasion.
At his mass of questions, the female seemed lost for words, more than likely because he had asked so many things, that she plain and simply didn't know where to begin answering them. He had made it obvious that he wished to divert the situation, and she appeared more than willing to comply. Maybe she sensed his discomfort with what he had just said.
" No dont worry."
It seemed reassuring to know that he had not offended her in any way, as it might have been to some females. She took a lighter, more approachable side to the whole conversation, and he appreciated that. But more than anything, he appreciated the companionship that she offered him. He had not known it for so long, yet it was a strangely refreshing experience. She was kind, and gentle and funny and ... perfect.
" Hmm..Shenuk, well since we have joined, no..we have not. It pains me"
She pondered for a second over her sister. He wondered why they had not interacted at all, even to the point of not seeing each other. Sibling rivalry? No, she seemed close to her sister. Maybe they had just gone their seperate ways...it was commonly known.
It sadenned him to think that two siblings had been split up for one reason or another, but if her sister was half as tough as Silach, she'd pull through. Strangely, Hakreem felt anquished...he felt sad...he pitied her so.
"I miss my little sister, but I have other obligations, so does she..."
What other obligations? he wondered. "What sort of obligations?" he asked. He was infinately curious now. He longed to continue, but did he have the guts to say what he wanted too? Straining himself, he began...
"Would you be interested in meeting again?"
Phew! He'd got that off his chest. He longed to see her again, but wasn't sure how he would handle regection. Even if she did deny him, he would not show his sadness; that would be weakness in his eyes. Reply Quote Notify 18 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Poor lonely kitten. (Anyone.) on: February 17, 2009, 03:54:57 PM At his words, Silach seemed to think deeply before she dared to reply. Perhaps she thought that he would retaliate if he knew that she had been mated previously. She needn't worry about that; never would he think of doing anything of that caliber...not any more at least. He smiled pungently as she began to speak.
"No, Since I was a cub I have been alone with my younger sibling, Shenuk. She is here too, but I have not seen her in a long while."
Hakreem didn't know exactly how to react to her reply; perhaps he should take his advances one step further, or maybe he should comment about th whereabouts of her sister, or ask her to elaborate about her. But mayhaps she was hesistant to mention her like she was to mention certain details of her past. Hakreem decided fairly abruptly to play it safe, and not continue too far the conversation relating eiher to her sister nor the possibility of partnership.
She continued smiling throughout her reply, as she glared toward the grey sabre who stood before her as if to examine him. It was a way of becoming aquainted quite subtly.
"W-why do you ask?"
Her words were spoken with reluctance, almost fear. She appeared infinately curious, although at first glance she did not appear the sort to be inquisitive. Hakreem smiled warmly at the ochre female, to reaffirm her confidence in him. He swatted his tail flunently back and forth a few times as a dessert fly darted past, making a vague attempt to settle upon his rough fur. He was having none of it, and swiftly waved his stubby tail to ward it away.
Steadily, the silver cat regained himself realising momentarily later that his aggrivated facade did not convey the most aimiable of dispositions to Silach; but it was the flies fault!
"I assure you I ask only out of curiosity" Hakreem answered. "I meant no offense to you, I hope I have not done so. Forgive me if I have, I just assumed that....." Hakreem stuttered for a second "...nothing"
He felt guilty if he offended Silach, and it was rare that he felt empathatic toward anyone. "Does that mean that your sister lives in Diego too?" Hakreem questioned, trying to draw the females attention away from his previous comment. He breathed deeply through mahogany nostrils, trying to stay composed and hoping that Silch would not bring up what he had just said.
"Do you see her often?" he asked quietly, for what reason he did not know...it was simply out of curiosity. He had lacked company for so long, it was refreshing to experience companionship from time to time. Reply Quote Notify 19 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Poor lonely kitten. (Anyone.) on: February 17, 2009, 09:21:57 AM Hakreem's azure eyes moved away from Silach, hoping not to appear as if her were challenging the femme. She seemed undoubtably sweet, yet as he mentioned before, fairly mysterious. She appeared not to talk much, especially not of her past...but we all have something to be ashamed of, the grey sabre thought. He certainly did, but he was not about to tell her of what they were. Maybe, just maybe he could find some insight into her heritage when she aanswered.
"I have originated from all the lands, sadly, I am ignorant to their names
Was she really oblivious to where she'd originated? Far fetched but not unknown; he was not sure as to where he'd began his life. After all, he was abandoned at a young age and raised in a land far from where he had originally come from. Then he had betrayed his adoptive mothers trust, by doing things that he would not dare to mention....bad things and thats all he would reveal.
As she said this, he noticed Silach looking sadened. Maybe she was ashamed or perhaps...well he did not know. A quiet voice uttered these words, timid and reserved.
"...Hakreem, I like your name as well. It is unique."
Hakreem left honured by her reply. Not often was he complimented, let alone on his name; he always thought of it as rather unusual. Hakreem gave an approving smile at the female, assuring her that he was a trustworthy companion. He wished to assure her that she was not as alone as she had been.
The wind whipped past the silver smilodon's brisk, erect mane which fluctated wildly in the breeze. He shuffed forewards slightly, two humongus claws rasping across the dissiccated soil at his feet. He cleared his throat through an adrupt snort through his two mahogany nostrils and batted his tail eagerly from side to side like a playful yearling. He stood a foot or two from Silach, to avaoid intimidating her, nor appearing to over-impose himself upon her. In a masculine voice Hakreem began...
"Thankyou, Miss" Hakreem responded, in his typically formal manner. "I do appreciate your company; pride life, although having its advantages can prove rather disheartening at times". Maybe he was speaking in reference to his old clan, or perhaps inside he yearned for companionship. He was unsure whether to continue with what he longed to ask. He swallowed, then continued "Have you ever had a mate before?" He felt relieved, yet at the same time utterly anquished.
He plodded his grey rump upon the dessert floor, antipating a reply from the female. As he did so, Hakreem glared into her eyes a second time, encapsulated by their unorthodox beauty. For the first time in his life, Hakreem felt some remnant of love about him...and he relished that feeling, though it was alien to him. Reply Quote Notify 20 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Poor lonely kitten. (Anyone.) on: February 15, 2009, 10:10:51 AM As Hakreem uttered his query, the ochre female glared at him through a single, midnight-black orb. The second was clouded over, and t'was more probably than not that she lacked sight in the second eye. At first she did not seem agressive, but rather just observant, trying to get to know him via sight nor smell nor through comunication. It seemed new to her, as if she had been deprived of being able to do this for some time. Her crimson mane fluctuated wildly in the breeze, ever graceful and elegant as was she.
She seemed undoubtably lonely.
Hakreem was unaware of her intentions; did she intend to intimidate him or to befriend him? He sincerely hoped it was not the former, for should she engage in a conflict he would be unable to defend himself. Not his age nor his physical deterioration prevented him in combat, but rather the simple fact that the aggressor was female. Although never reluctant to angage in battle with a sabre of his own gender, Hakreem would not consider the possibility of fighting a femme. In his eyes, they were too vunerable to endure the thrath of male onslaught. And besides, it was not a females duty to defend the pride; theirs was merely to take care of young and provide comfort to their male counterparts preeceding a battle.
Suddenly, as if coming to the realisation of her daunting expression, the new female withdraw her ferocious demeanour. Her fury had risen quickly, but faded at a similar pace. Hakreem was glad of that. At least she showed no incentive to fight anymore. In fact, the female nodded in a reply to him, amicable yet a strange notion in comparison to her demeanour only moments earlier.
"Many things trouble me."
At these words, Hakreem felt a strange feeling of empathy writhe down his spine. It was unusual for this war-carved feline to feel anything which insinuated cowardic in some way, but for some reason this situation was different.
" Just as the wolves grow wary of howling their grievence. I grow wary of mine as well."
He wasn't quite sure of what to make of this remark. He was totally daffled as to what she was refering to; as an assumption, he guessed she was insinuating that she was not all too willing to discuss her problems, which was perfectly acceptable by him. He too was reluctant to mention his background...perhaps they shared morwe in common? Well, there was only one way to find out, and that was to enquire.
Hakreem took a deep breath, before ... I am Silach, new to Diego. May I ask who you are? I would I be displacing my tongue?"
It was better she'd interupted, he thought; she did not seem keen to talk of times past. But that was understandable, and anyway, she was attempting to divert the conversation amicably elsewhere.
"Silach..that is a nice yet unusual name. Where might you have originated, should I not be displacing my tongue? I am Hakreem, also new to Diego."
Not often was it that Hakreem spoke much, but he seemed intrigued my Silach. She was beautiful yet mysterious, but he didn't want to let on just yet how he really felt. For now, he would simply speak as a friend, not a potential suitor. Reply Quote Notify 21 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Poor lonely kitten. (Anyone.) on: February 12, 2009, 03:08:36 PM Hakreem settled restlessly adjacent to the stream. Chalky grey pelt appeared conspicuous against the sandy-beige backdrop known as Diego; desolate and uncultivated, the land appeared abstract, yet at the same time undeniably beautiful. Sparse quanities of withered grass adhorned the gnarled surface of the dessert, each rustling with uniformity as gushed of wind gushed sureptitiously around them. Each appeared to possess a golden sheen to it, accompanied by a glare of anxiety should it be possible for plants to feel emotions.
The crystal stream which carved the land seemed to have no obscurities; occasionally a droplet might pounce upon his grey coat, dampening it with a hue of darker tone. But the stream was not the only thing which possessed obvious and unrivaled beauty. Close by, sat the silhouette, graceful and elegant of a female sabress. Undoubtably her atire was not uniform nor orthodox, but it's abstract appearence made her all the more individual. Her coat bore an olive brown tone to it, blanketed mostly on her forelimbs by crimson ringlets which resembled those of Dinofelis or some other grassland predator which require the hide not only to exhonerate them for their more dowdily dressed companions, but as a distinctive means of camouflage.
Hakreem glared at her subtly, trying not to arouse suspicion. He wanted to assess her, to be sure that she was in fact a Diego sabre-tooth. Though appearance did, in real life, determine little about ones ethnicity nor land of origin, Hakreem often considered steryotypes a valid means of doing so. Still, he often suported many traditions, mostly due to his elderliness. Although he was not old enough to be considered an elder nor senile, he has past the summer of his days and was likely descending into the autumn.
The audacious feline shuffled closer to the female, now sure that she was not a stranger. She seemed strangely inspired if not uplifted by his presence. Perhaps she was lonely, after all Diego was fairly low in numbers and encounters amougst pride members were not frequent; it was hard to distinguish a friend from a foe.
" Ah yes, well. I cant say I am, nor can I say Im not."
She appeared slightly unsure of him, which was to be understood. He was fairly impossing, and at this point in time his expression did not convey a particulaly amicable facade. Stress had weakened the elderly sabre. But Hakreem did not want her to fear him; that was the last thing he wanted. In battle it was an advantage, but in a friendly situation it was not as desirable as perhaps might have been expected.
Hakreem pondered for a moment, refraining from talking nor moving to much of an extent. He wondered why she might not seem as joyful and exerberant as he might have first expected. Well, now was the time to find out. Bit how could he phrase what he wanted to say...what would he say? Hoarsely, he cleared his throat with a muffled grunt.
"I understand your words miss" he began "Would it be rude of me to ask what troubles you?"
That didn't come out all too terrible, but now it was just a matter of whether the new femme would aknowledge what he said. He smiled vaguely at her; that was not a mannerism he was used to performing, so in a way it was alien to him...a concept unknown. *Dinofelis= Old time leopard Reply Quote Notify 22 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Poor lonely kitten. (Anyone.) on: February 01, 2009, 03:21:55 PM An awe of sadness graced the lithe physique of the ageing smilodont, who lie flat in his stomach atop a mound of rocks inhabited by all but a few mere woodlice. His grey pelt was covered with the unmistakeable scent of a fresh kill, having only moments prior succeeded in apprehending a young fawn which had entereed upon Diego soil. The belligerant sabre lay motionless, opal eyes blinking only occasionally in the sunlight and gasping an exasperating sigh as he attempted to gulp litres of air into his withering lungs.
His limbs were strewn against the face of the rock, wilting over the edge as does the final petal of a rose before it's surrender to winter and re-ascencion next spring. But for Hakreem, would there be a re-ascension? His forelimbs felt as if they would shatter should they be required to move again, and his heart would surely leap through his chest if it gained the slightest more acceleration.
Hakreem was getting older, he hated to admit it but he was. There was nothing he could do about it; after all it was a process that was beyond his control. Sure he might try his hardest to suppress his anxiety, constantly assuring himself that it was merely a figment of his imagination, but no amount of reciting could convince him of its falsification. T'was a fact of life that he hated, truly hated to face. He could not picture himself senile, as an elder in place of a warrior.
Despite his age, his passion was still burning like a mighty flame which he knew could never be extinquished. Age could wear him down, but it could never force Hakreem to surrender.
Hakreem stared down upon two ivory forepaws, and hung his head low. He had nothing now. Granted he had a pride, but no companions, no mate, no rank...nothing. What youthfulness he had once possessed had been knarled away from him, slowly but surely coaxed from him by some inate force which threatened to drive him to the sabre edge of insanity. Coal black lips wilted and heavy white eyelids closed.
But he wasn't beat yet.
Despite his losses, he could not spend the remainder of his days pondering over them! Rising to his feet, the determined grey sabre lifted his tremendous bulk upwards, seeming to defy all laws of gravity in doing so. Ambitious, and with a newly inspired sense of zest and enthusiasm, Hakreem headed off in no particular direction and with no particular intentions; mayhaps he might intersect with a fellow Diego Heights member. Who knew? The day would carve its own route. The silver feline trotted half-heartedly towards a clearing, adjacent to which lie a tiny stream, only large enough to occupy one or two visitors at a time. Beside it sat a second form; who was this?
Hakreem stared blindly into the dessert trying to discern whether or not this character was familiar. From the looks of it it didn't seem so; in his short time here he had not encountered many felines, but of the ones he had seen, all were male and this sabre surely was not a male! Eventually, he came to the conclusion that this sabre was indeed a stranger; he approached cautiously until it was blatently obvious that his presence was known.
"Excuse me ma'am are you alright?" he began with a smile. Reply Quote Notify 23 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Finding Friends (any) on: January 30, 2009, 03:04:00 PM Hakreem stood reverantly beside the two sabres, looking proud yet at the same time infinately curious. He had not sociallized for a while, and was eager to find out what kind of felines ihnabited this land. He knew of one, Navand the single cheetah of the pride, reason being that he was the one who was willing to accept him. He seemed fairly confident, but at the same time had a kindly air about him; still the thing thsat struck him about Navand over all things was his resilience and tough nature. He had known a few cheetahs in his time, and none were nearly as militant nor disiplined as he. But now he would meet some new faces.
"I'm new around here. How about yourself?" Coldsun began. He seemed inquisitive, yet at the same time alert as a second roar crossed the plains. It was powerful, ambitious and strong. Likely the call of a warrior; he could only wait and see whom might appear.
"Only have I been with Diego a short time" Hakreem answered in his powerful voice. He spoke in a rather sophisticated tone, prefering to sound more regal than not; he was raised in that atmosphere of nobility, so learn to pick up on these traits of grammar although they weren't to everyones favour. It seemed rather strange that a cat of his appearance and stature should possess such an accent.
"Hail, Comrades. What brings you all to be meeting here?" the masculine sabre questioned. His voice was low and assertive, sounding imediately like a leader. His aged muscles rippled as he spoke, resulting in Hakreem becoming intimidated to a degree. He envisioned he and this sabre becoming amicable; they seemed of similar descent, age and stature although that didn't secure a good future between the two of them. Still, he would see where the conversation took them.
"Hail, comrade. I am Coldsun, a newcomer accepted by the cheetah Navand and King Onieros himself. I was resting here when my companion came." the first feline replied. Hakreem imedaitely recognised that name ...Navand. He too had dealt with his own acceptance, and had come to know him fairly well. However, Hakreem was oblivious as to whom Onieros might be. A King maybe? If he dealt with acceptance he must be fairly important. But having been in Diego only a momentarily, Hakreem had no experience as to the identity of any feline in these lands.
Gesturing towards the predominantly navy sabre, Hakreem implied "This meeting takes place only by co-incidence; nay was it aranged prior" This remark he hoped, would explain the circumstances of the meeting. None of them had exactly intended to intersect, but rather happened only by chance. But this chance had allowed him to meet with fellow initates and to discuss their reasonings for choosing Diego as their homeland. Was in intentional or had they simply stumbled upon the land in some great expedition that later resulted in their admission.
"I did have a question for any saber who's lived her for a while. I need to know what prey runs here. Where I came from, the pridelands were in a forest and the game was typical of any forest. Seeing as how Diego Heights is an area of flats and mesas, I wonder what good prey is there?" Coldsun asked. Hakreem knew nothing of the prey here, and would need to find out soon.
"I am unsure of what prey revels in this kind of environment, but as an assumption I would guess that the predominant prey species here would consist of small animals. If you wish, the three of us might hunt together at one time or another" Reply Quote Notify 24 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Finding Friends (any) on: January 29, 2009, 10:21:10 AM It was obvious to Hakreem that he was now in full view of the second sabre. He became stricken with anxiety, not nessesarily fear; after so many years as a warrior he had learned to supress any sort of emotion that could disadvantage him in battle. Fear, kindness, even love. It was not exactly a concept which he relished, but rather had convinced himself that he was unable to overcome it so instead of attempting to fight this regimentation, simply went along with it in due course. But, behind his tough facade lie a characer with yearning, ambition, lust and desire just as was the case with any animal. It was just a matter of when he could escape his tough outer layer, usually with a fair bit of prompting, without the incessant intentions to impress both himself and his fellows.
"Try not to sneak up on me. That could get you killed."
These words reduced Hakreems confidence slightly. Killed! I suppose this land is as hostile as it appears, he began to ponder. Oh well, no harm done, but at least this gave him an inspight into the harsh regulations of pack life (not that he wasn't already well equipt to deal with them as it was) and he knew not to do so again. Simply desperation had driven Hakreem to approach, he meant not to intude nor disturb the second sabre.
By now, a third party had arrived. A sabre of similar dimensions as he, a navy, black and silvery-white coat merging together in a string of conjoining ringlets which formed the majority of his short, brisk coat; Hakreem felt intimidated vaguely, not as much so as he had done with the former as he knew that he too had only been accepted around the same time as he. Therefor, it was unlikely that this cat was ranked so wouldn't be considered as greater a threat as a monarch or heir. You see, to Hakreem, rank defined a sabre. One who possessed a high rank meant to him that they had earned it, labouring intemsely in order to ascend atop the social ladder until reaching a position of power and authority.
He dreamed that one day he too might be one of them.
But for now, he would settle with acceptance and the promise of conversing with comrades and fellow Diego Heights members. Reply Quote Notify 25 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Finding Friends (any) on: January 28, 2009, 03:49:57 PM The air was cool and calm today, rather different to that of a few days previous. He clearly remembered in vivid detail the hammering rain and frightening clashes of thunder upon the peaks of the Diego canyons, sparks of silver, gold and white flickering intensely in the navy blue sky. But for the moment, the storms had cleared and peace reigned over the fericity and sheer antagonism of the winter. Winter was always the coldest season, not only in a literal sense, but also due to the fact that many important and rather tragic turning point's had taken place during the winter months. He had seen many winters, but this one was likely the most pleasant of them all. This was a new dawn for him; he could start afresh, and leave what was the past in the past.
Hakreem had only recently departed from his audience with the King; Khalon. He had heard that there was too a second king, but that he was currrently unable to properly fulfill his duties as a monarch for one reason or another, so he had not had any opportunities to converse with him. But Khalon impressed him; he was a sabre of rather large stature, impressive to say the least, coated in a pelt of ebony black, with a brilliant red stripe abhoring the central portion of his body. Massive paws supported four robust limbs, and a stocky frame embelished by the strips of red which ran along his body. His mane was thick and brittle, not that he had actually felt it but that was how it appeared to be. He bore the typical short tail of a pure bred smilodon, a traditional feature which had been later bred otherwise by interbreeding, and two worn but not gnarled sabres. This cat was obviosuly a warrior of some sort, more than capable of leading a pride and defending a kingdom. Although he had not seen for himself the second king, he was sure that his militant abilities should match those of the first monarch.
He wasn't exactly sure what Khalon thought of him. He hoped that he had impressed him, but you could never be quite sure with a figure as stern and reposing as Khalon; but whether or not he had done that mattered not too much for one way or another he had gained acceptance just as every other cat on these lands had done. Now his aim was simply to become aquainted with established pride members, not for any particular intent.
Hakreem wandered across the barren, uncultivated landscape that he now entitled as home, eventually halting at a clearing but a few yards from a ripping stream. The flowing water looked as if to be tides of cyrstals gushing in gallons onto the dry soil at it's banks. The spotted grey and black sabre halted abdruptly, his azure eyes widening to study the scene; the flow of the water seemed to taunt him, drawing him ever closer to it. He was desperately dehydrated and in need or urgent replenishment; but daren't he intrude on the resting place of another? To the best of his knowledge, this ominous figure might well be the second monarch, choosing to recide by the stream to escape the constant pressures of nobility.
But dare he take the chance?
Hakreem stood motionless, daren't not to make the sightest movement. But he was desperately thirsty; oh just a whiff of the pure, crystal stream made the powerful heart of Hakreem beat ... Finally, the weakened sabre trudged forwards, anticipant yet ever wary of the sabre in his path.
"Excuse me Sir" he began in his regal voice "I don't suppose you would mind me joining you for a drink. Thirst has overcome me" He sat warily, lowering his head ever so slightly so as not to offend any potential royalty.
1 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: A new dawn is upon us [EVERYONE] on: July 21, 2009, 02:44:45 PM Hakreem eyed the ominous male suspiciously as he continued his announcement.
"I apologize if this meeting has you away from anything you might be doing, but it is, in fact, a matter of great importance. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Lycurgus and I am unfortunate enough to be the bearer of such news to you Diego."
What news did he speak of? Why was he here in the first place? What were his intentions? Did he seek an alliance? Did he bring news of impending war? To Hakreem, his bohemian appearance warranted caution, the regal figure's muscular frame intimiating the old feline somewhat. 'Lycurgus', he thought; from where might he descend?
Hakreem inched closer to Silach, defensive, cautious as he uncertainly raised his ebony ear to listen to the new-comers words, stature still appearing outwardly calm.
"Onieros, a great and wise king to us all, has fallen."
Hakreem exhaled swifty, nearing subconsciously at the news he bore. The elderly grey sabre twitched his whiskers in uncertainty, at first doubting the sincerity of his words but soon coming to realize otherwise as his tone spoke somber, gravely. There was no denying his words validity.
His azure orbs widened in surprise, the shock only then hitting him, not contemplating anymore. Two white diamonds, tiny crystals illuminated by the dessert sunlight that beat down upon Diegan soil with a certain veracity, shone as brightly as would two jewels amidst a backdrop of pure, even blue, clear and tranquil as the cloudless sky. Lead claws unsheathed defensively as the dull sabre huddled an inch or so closer to Silach.
"Ambushed, he fought the pests of the Wastelands as much as he could, but it was not enough. The cowards had caught him when his back was turned." he said sorrowfully.
Those filthy mongrels!, Hakreem snarled to himself, blood boiling, gut wrenching, seething with rage and frustration at the thought of his demise. He shifted warily from paw to paw, weight thrusting from one side of his body to the other, mane remaining erect all the while. Finally he approached the King, fairly inconspicuous against the crowd.
Jaw opening, he mourned “I am sorry for our losses my king, though I have no doubt in my mind that you will make a fine replacement for Onieros.” He paused, considering his next phrase. Sighing deeply, sadly, he continued. “take good care of Diego my king”.
This gesture was almost a noble one, as if he himself had resigned from the throne, handing it down. But, in a way he had grown attached to the desolate dessert wasteland he had come to inhabit; it was part of him, ingesting him like a parasite that feeds off the blood of its host until it can source no more vitamins from its crimson dew.
It was doubtful, Hakreem thought, that he would even be heard amongst the indecipherable chatter, but at least he’d made an attempt to console the King. Reply Quote Notify 2 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: A new dawn is upon us [EVERYONE] on: July 01, 2009, 02:40:29 PM Time had gone quickly for the elderly sabre. It seemed only yesterday he had traversed the then alien caverns of the Diego pride, sky scattered with flashes of silver stalactites which struck the ground with a frightening resonance, conversed with the Royal messenger and persuaded him to admit him to the pride social structure. Now he had gained not only a place within Diego, but a family and a mate whom he loved dearly. And soon, he would have a family to accompany that; the perfect icing on the cake.
Contented, Hakreem lie himself upon a sunning rock, head lolling bewilderedly over its jagged edge, shuffling uncomfortably in a vain attempt to find a comfy position in which to lay. His grey-pelted head turned across the heat stroked surface of the cracking form, eyes growing heavier with every movement the old sabre made. Two muscle-quilted forelimbs extended to the greatest length they could, maw gaping open to reveal scarred ivory canines, a deep, harsh breath escaping his lungs as he slowly difted out of consciousness and into the whim of sleep.
Come inhabitants of Diego, I have something to tell you!
Shocked by this sudden declaration, the aging sabre pricked his ears, startled yet similarly confused by the intention of the caller. The voice seemed unfamiliar, though there was a good chance that it was merely one of a sabre whom he was yet to encounter until now. But, in spite of his unfamiliarity with many a Heights member, he could decipher no tone suggestive of a known pride dweller. However, he would make no assumptions.
Hakreem would confront his male for himself.
Stretching himself up from his languid pose, limbs tensing, Hakreem saught after the source of the announcement. His intentions were not set in stone as of yet; he was unsure exactly what he would do. Surely he would treat him just like any other unknown face, with respect and caution. That would have been the case had it not been for his calling, which deconed him in a way only a king does when summoning his followers.
Picking up a steady trot, tail raised curiously, azure rues focused on the horizon, Hakreem neared the ominous intruder. Who was he? Why was he here? Might he be an ambassador from a neighbouring pride? Did he wage war or come baring the request of an alliance? Milled in thought, Hakreem paced into the desiccated open lands, every footfall landing him an inch or so closer to the nameless form.
Remaining at a distance at first, subtly edging his way nearer Hakreem observed the stranger warily. He was heavily muscled, a multitude of relatively sombre tones adorning his thorn like hide, face baring a gargantuine scar that ran from his brow to the ebony corners of his jowls. His musk bore an air of familiarity, though by all his accounts was not one that he had ever encountered before. Head level with his shoulders, dipped slightly on approach, Hakreem moved toward the scene, passing as he went the lone form of an emerald cactus, spines protruding defensively like a soldier does a fortress filled with the sweetest treasures, which was in this case water.
Approaching, he bowed his head politely, casually before raising it again to show respect where due. He was one for formalities; never would Hakreem dream of conversing without first gesturing some form of amicable motion to suggest his civility. Face virtually expressionless, giving little indication of his current mood, Hakreem introduced "Hakreem, Apella male of Diego. Would you find it rude of me to ask who you might be, sir?" he questioned, hoarse voice echoeing through the tundra of barren sands that he so affectionately termed home.
He would wait before he inquired further. After all, it would be rude of him not to introduce himself first, before any issues were discussed. Reply Quote Notify 3 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: June 30, 2009, 03:23:48 PM Hakreem was nervous. Whether or not his stark, sombre exterior would submit to his emotions enough to give one so much as a glimps as to his true thoughts, Hakreem could not deny his anguish.
How would she take the news? Would Silach reject him? Would the love of his life turn him away? Would it matter to her so much so that she might abondon the prospect of a family because of his actions?
Still, in spite of his aniexty the grey sabre sat quitely, motionlessly, if anything a slight bit tentatively as he waited for his mate to respond. Here we go. The wait was torturous; it mimicked perfectly the very same wait that scarlet-cheeked young children endure every winter night as they anticipate the arrival of their well deserved bounty of gifts. Starry eyed and anticipant they would perch themselves on whatever ledge or surface they could find available and, with great bewilderment stare into the unknown, a mystified paradise of pure, unblemished white in the hopes that they might catch a glimpse of the one they have waited so long to see.
Inaudibly, Hakreem breathed in, his eyes squinting then re-opening a second later, gaze averted. Would this be his last second with his love? Silach's face at first looked blank, as if unflustered by his declaration. Then, he felt a movement slide across his cheek. He peered up. A salmon pink tongue, bathed in saliva, brushed against his ruffs in a gentle, assuring gesture that affirmed her acceptance of his past. Silachs own cheek would press against his mane affectionately, he too returning the action, grey head rubbing against Silach's mahogany neck.
"Of course I dont mind.. I am .. sorry to hear of this though Hakreem.. I wish you didnt have to undergo that fall of events.." Silach sighed mornfully, showing no sense of anger nor frustration nor rage.
Surprisingly, she had been the first and only (with the exclusion of the ones present at the time) who knew anything of his life beyond Diego. To many, Hakreem was a born Diegan, or at least that was the alibi he lived by. Only when he knew one to be trustworthy would he reveal more, though never before had he told anyone as much as this.
Hakreem was stricken by Silach's almost immediate acceptance of his tale, and admittedly it was not the reaction he had anticipated. Yet there were more surprises to come.
" If I ever got a chance to meet.. those cubs.. I would welcome them as my own children, and hope they approve of me as a mother-figure to them.."
The old sabre grinned lovingly at his mate, deep blue eyes staring into hers. He knew of her sincerity, and he had no doubt in his mind that if their paths were to cross that Silach would welcome his children with open arms, just as he would for her. He loved her for it, immensely so.
"I know they would Silach, just as I know you will be an excellent mother ..." he paused.
It seemed so unreal; not long ago had he been a wandering nomad, in search of a home. Now he would have a family; a pride. But most importantly, he had found love.
Smiling, he continued "... to our children". Reply Quote Notify 4 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: June 06, 2009, 02:54:47 PM {Sorry I've taken so long Kye; I've had exams all week and before that was even more weeks of revision. Done now, so I'm free! Yuk post}
A shapely smile formed over Silach's ebony black maw, slowly rounding into curvature at his approval. He'd always found it amusing how sabres fangs exaggerated expressions to such a degree that he found it laughable. Her mahogany tail pounded the earth, scooping mounds of dust with each stroke.
Silach's fluctuating personality still confused him, though being a male it wasn't something he personally experienced all too frequently. This occurrence was alien to him, yet strangely familiar, as if he somehow anticipated it. Perhaps his paternal instinct somehow made him expect it from his mate.
Hakreem was shocked instantaneously as Silach flung her forehead forwards solicitously, as if insinuating play. "And as long as I am here, and you here with me. I will be sure to kill if anyone attempts to harm my beloved." she implied. Silach's tone unnerved him a little, hearing the anger rise unmistakeably in his mate. Though not something he feared directly, it did concern him minorly.
Staring at the brown female, Hakreem wondered what of his children. Wait; his children. Had he neglected to mention of his old children?! How foolish. Silach had every right to know of his own, previous brood. But; how would she take to it. Should he have told her sooner? Would she up and leave at the mention of them? He so desperately hoped not. But either way he would have to tell her.
"Hakeem, I cannot wait.." Silach told him affectionately.
"Nor can I, Silach dear" Hakreem replied lovingly, head nuzzling Silach's shoulder. A warm smile crept across his face, but was suddenly overpowered by a distinct, unmistakable concern. Could he tell her of his previous child? Yes, he decided, pondering briefly. He would have to; secrets could not be concealed forever.
"Silach" Hakreem began, eyebrows tilted worryingly. "I must tell you something, which I hope that you will not ... understand".
Hakreem lie his black ears flt against his rough crown, covered in coarse white and ebony strands of hair. Tentatively he shuffled an inch or two away from Silach, unnerved by her potential response.
"Silach, year or so ago, long before I joined Diego or had any knowledge of you...". His head lowered, a deep exhale escaping from his old lungs. "I was paired with a female by the name of Trinity. She gave birth to a litter of two cubs, Dimani and Romani. I know little of either of them now. Trinity died soon after their birth, though thankfully she survived long enough to wean the pair. The cubs -now in the early stages of adulthood- have disbanded. I know nothing of them." He paused. "I thought it best to mention this ...". Hakreem stopped. He could think of nothing else to significant enough to mention.
The grey sabre faced his mate. "I'm sorry I did not tell you sooner Silach".
"I hope you will not mind" Hakreem said hopefully, azure eyes disappearing behind falling eyelids. Reply Quote Notify 5 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: May 13, 2009, 03:10:15 PM As Hakreem became milled in thought, an encouraging smile crept onto Silach's lips. Perhaps she was enthusiastic at the prospect that her partner was indeed interested in the future of their impending family. He supposed that it wasn't a common occurrence that one took a liking to the preparations ivolved even prior to the birth of their children. In fact, the majority of males saw no harm in abandoning their other half, leaving the mother to fend for herself and her litter.
This primal manner of thinking sent a brisk shiver down the old sabre's spine, feeling momentarily sickened at the thought. Being of "traditional" descent, Hakreem had been raised to believe that females did not nessessarily assume an inferior role, but were in need of protection from their male counterparts, whom were considered physically more powerful. This was not to say that Silach was weak; if anything she was the opposite, but nether the less he felt a compelling urge to defend the mother of his brood.
If anything were to happen to them, he didn't know what he would do.
Hakreems ears flattened as a sign of appology, his annoucement having shocked Silach. She stood, mauling over the possibility that said name might suit a child of hers. At first, she appeared to reject it, her entire expression conveying a dislike for his suggestion. Hakreem's face wilted; he had adored the name, but he knew that without her consent he could not dub a child of theirs with it. After all, Silach had just as might right as he in selecting a suitable name for the children. His eyebrows raised as the sabress smiled. Again, her personality fluctuated so abruptly. Perhaps it was due to the pregnancy, or maybe she was just not in an aimiable mood.
"Yes! Perfect! I love it!" she screeched at him, face flooding with glee as the words exploded out of her lips like a flood breaks through a dam. "It's so precious.." she continued, justifying her previous statement. "Haroun." Silach suggested, sounding more as if commanding his acceptance of the name than soliciting it. "What do you think of that?".
Hakreem thought. The name passed his lips first in a whisper, gradually escalating in pitch until it turned to a low mutter. It seemed to imply such boldness, such strength, such power. It fitted perfectly.
"Silach, that is adorable" he said rather shyly, almost blushing at what he had just stated. Silach continued to beam brightly at him, eyes wide with an apparent joy that was almost impossible to contain. He felt assured by her happiness, both for himself and for the trio of cubs that were stirring inside her.
"Oh.." she sighed, the glee vanishing. "Hakreem what of Diego's enemies? What if," she gulped, whimpering ."What if they attack?". The question quite literally knocked him breathless, striking fear into the paternal sabre. His gut wrenched and churned and twisted as the thought that his cubs might fall to the scum that dwelled within the Wastelands hit him hard. Hakreem gasped, struggling for air, chest drumming incessantly.
He shuffled closer to Silach. "Do not worry dearest" he assured, should anyone dare to attack, I will be here and I will protect you". His voice spoke reverantly, as a general does before leading his platoon of soldiers onto the battlefield. His valiant effort to comfort Silach was quickly followed by him nuzzling the sabress' velvet scruff, running his head beside hers, eyes squinted shut.
He would do all he could to defend them, no matter what the cost. Reply Quote Notify 6 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: April 14, 2009, 05:46:49 AM Hakreem gave Silach a warm smile, giving her an insight into just how pleased he was of the news. He realised just how, well strange he had acted upon the announcement of her pregnancy, and now he wanted to show her that he couldn't be any more extatic if he tried.
His azure eyes fell upon Silach, who despite her previously aggitated, angered temperament had now calmed into a more sedate one. She appeared excited, as was he, about the news that she would give birth to his cubs. Hakreem was aware the birth would bring new life in both a literal sense, but also it gave Diego a chance to prosper. That he was pleased about. He adored his pride, his king and his mate, and we would do anything he could to assist in the rejuvenation of a once inactive destination.
"There is no if, love, we are having children."
Hakreem gave Silach a pungent nod; once again she had mistook his comment for something else. Maybe his way of speaking was not something Silach was accustomed to, or vice versa. At this thought, the grey sabre chuckled light-heartedly.
"No Silach, I didn't mean it like that!" he exclaimed excitedly, his attempts to contain his happiness having been ground into the dust. "It's...oh, never mind" he continued, a smile spreading across his maw.
"I want to be named after you." Silach stated, thrusting her paws joyfully and swating her tail from side to side in anticipation.
Hakreem felt honoured by this, though the prospect did seem rather dull. He wanted his cubs to strive towards individuality, not conform to like the rest. And if they were ever to achieve that, they could not be named exactly after him. The dull-pelted sabre rolled his eyes in thought, mind buzzling as several names crossed his mind. "Harry, Harold, Har.."
Wait! Did he want his cub to be named so similarly to him. And if so, why not name one after Silach? Yes, he would suggest a name related to her; but what name? It had to convey her imminent presence, her undeniable beauty, her grace, her sweetness....but what name was so perfect that it could fit a sabre of her calibre? After several minutes of deliberation, he had it!
Hakreem gasped as the perfect name, the one he had searched for, hit him. "Canary!" he yelled, springing forwards joyfully. "What about Canary; it's such a pretty name, do you not think so?" he enquired. Hakreem longed that Silach would agree.
"I hope we have at least one girl, I wouldnt know what to do with a boys.."
Hakreem chuckled once again at her comical statement, and averted his gaze to show his lack of seriousness at thsi point in time. "Don't worry about them Silach dear; I'll take care of the boys. You just worry about that girl of your's. You must teach her to be a fine young sabress like you" he implied.
"What should we call the boys" Hakreem continued; already he was making assumptions, but that was just something that came with fatherhood. Reply Quote Notify 7 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: April 06, 2009, 11:19:30 AM Silach seemed slightly bewildered by his reaction; he couldn't blame her really. It was rather unusual. One minute his eyes were filled with shock, the next they burned bright with enthusiasm and zest, then with doubt a moment later. At his first reaction, his mate cowered, lowering herself to the ground and inch away from him. She soon recovered her previously anticipant, eager stance as he voiced his exitement about the news.
Hakreem kept his eyes focused on Silach, giving her a look not of threat or intimidation, but rather of worry. Not for her, but for the cubs; would he be able to live up to the duty of fatherhood? He had no idea in the slightest of how to care for a litter; and what if something dire went wrong? How could he live with himself if his mistake cost them a life? His attention turned away from his thoughts and to Silach as she spoke with excitement.
"Really!?Hakreem! What a relief! I was so scared that you would...reject them, me.."
The grey sabre gave her a surprised look, azure eyes widened to the fullest extent possible. Once again he raised a forepaw in front of his chest, and his mouth opened a little, revealing two ivory-tinted fangs. He laid his coal black ears against his forehead, a mix of both surprise and anxiety churning within his stomach.
"Silach...." words could not escape his mouth, no matter how much he tried to force them out. Composing himself, he exhaled deeply then continued "Why...would you ...think such a thing as that?" Hakreem was puzzled, yet at the same time offended, disappointed and just about every emotion in between the two. Why would she think such a thing? Did she consider him that low that he would abandon his family at a moments notice; maybe she did not know him as well as he thought?
Silach broke into a cackling laugh that echoed through his eardrums and out the other side of his head, dizzying him. Was this really the best time to laugh? At the time when he needed the most re-assurance? She obviously thought so; Silach was sure acting strange! Hopefully this would pass with the birth of their litter; otherwise he was in for something, and it didn't seem good!
Silach's soft, velvety nose tickled his chest, a gentle pur brewing from inside her chest. She proceeded to curl around his body, downy tail encasing his frame in a furry fence. A sweet, loving smile crossed her lips.
"Hakreem, you'll be a perfect father!" Silach assured him, curling even tighter around him like a kitten does to its mother. Her head continued to run along his body, eventually reaching his jowl before she continued " You are ready, we are ready. If you ever falter, I will be there to help, and if I ever falter- I know you will do the same."
Hakreem gave Silach a dainty smile, having since been inspired with some new found confidence. "Certainly, dearest" Hakreem impiled, assuring his mate that he would always be by her side "I promise you that; I will always stand by you".
Thinking momentarily, Hakreem continued "What shall we name them; if we have children, we must find suitable names for them all" His voice sounded eager and excited for the first time in a fair while...it was the first positive experience (besides meeting Silach of course) for a long time. He was overjoyed at the prospect of fatherhood! Reply Quote Notify 8 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: April 04, 2009, 04:08:43 AM By now, Hakreem was totally and utterly confused. The behavoiur Silach displayed was totally unlike her; she was normally so cool, level-headed and kind. For some reason of which Hakreem was oblivious, his mate had turned into a stark, tentative, and easily aggitated character. What had cause this sudden change in her personality? Hakreem averted his gaze as Silach proceeded to answer his statement in a rather harsh manner. His azure eyes met hers, trying to decifer what the cause of her aggitation might be.
"Then I will not speak."
Hakreem did nothing but give a bewildered sigh, voice hoarding a slight tinge of aggitation. He was now getting slightly fed up with the lack of social wit that she had developed. He didn't understand...she used to be so doting and motherly, and now she was just plain brutish. It made no sense. Perhaps in their time appart, something traumatic had happened that caused her unease. Maybe her drastic change in weight was the route of her annoyance.
"Oh, uhm.." Silach said hesitantly, claws rasping along the cold soil at her paws. Her attention diverted momentarily from him and onto the ground, as if concentrating on something not relating to this situation.
Hakreem leaned foreward expectantly, hoping for her to receal the cause of her displeasure. Maybe, at last he could find out what had been troubling her so much so that she resorted to aggression to resolve or perhaps expell her frustration. His azure eyes widened in anticipation.
Silach remained silent for a few moments, daring not to move nor make a sound. A torrent of air filled her lungs, and swifty escaped in what was a heavy exhale; finally her mouth peaked open, light filling every crevice of her maw as it revealed itself in the sunlight. Pouting, Silach eventually spoke, still a little reluctantly. What was it that she was so desperate to hide from him?
"Hakreem- I-Im..." Silach began, her black eye finding his blue one. "..Pregnant."
Hakreem raised a forpaw and paced a step backwards; stunned. His azure eyes widened, pupils expanding into circular ebony orbs. His mouth opened, and a gasp escaped him. He wasn't sure what to say. It was such joyful news, yet his happiness was overpowered by doubt. He wanted to be the best father he could, but based on his own sire, he wasn't destined to be all too good.
But now, he had cubs... He couldn't believe it!
Hakreem, escaping from the seclusion of his own thoughts met eyes with Silach, a huge smile spreading across his maw. He now loved her more than ever; she had now not only offered him companionship, but she had also given him a litter. Oh, he couldn't describe how he felt about her now; life finally had a second purpose.
"Silach; I can't believe it!" Hakreem exclaimed joyfully "Why did you not tell me sooner?" he asked, frisky as a yearling.
Hakreem once again calmed his demeanour, settling back down into his usual, composed demeanour. Now, his doubt had struck him once more. He had little confidence in his fathering skills; he knew nothing of how to care for a litter. What would he do if one of them were sick? Would he lose his temper? At least thirty seconds muct have passed before he left his thoughts again, and began to speak.
"Are you sure I will be able to live up to the duty of fatherhood?" He quickly followed "Do not misinterpret my tongue, Silach dear I long for fatherhood...I just don't know how to be a father, and if so how good a one I will be". He looked worried, and he hoped that Silach could provide him with some assurance. Reply Quote Notify
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Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: A new dawn is upon us [EVERYONE] on: July 21, 2009, 02:44:45 PM Hakreem eyed the ominous male suspiciously as he continued his announcement.
"I apologize if this meeting has you away from anything you might be doing, but it is, in fact, a matter of great importance. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Lycurgus and I am unfortunate enough to be the bearer of such news to you Diego."
What news did he speak of? Why was he here in the first place? What were his intentions? Did he seek an alliance? Did he bring news of impending war? To Hakreem, his bohemian appearance warranted caution, the regal figure's muscular frame intimiating the old feline somewhat. 'Lycurgus', he thought; from where might he descend?
Hakreem inched closer to Silach, defensive, cautious as he uncertainly raised his ebony ear to listen to the new-comers words, stature still appearing outwardly calm.
"Onieros, a great and wise king to us all, has fallen."
Hakreem exhaled swifty, nearing subconsciously at the news he bore. The elderly grey sabre twitched his whiskers in uncertainty, at first doubting the sincerity of his words but soon coming to realize otherwise as his tone spoke somber, gravely. There was no denying his words validity.
His azure orbs widened in surprise, the shock only then hitting him, not contemplating anymore. Two white diamonds, tiny crystals illuminated by the dessert sunlight that beat down upon Diegan soil with a certain veracity, shone as brightly as would two jewels amidst a backdrop of pure, even blue, clear and tranquil as the cloudless sky. Lead claws unsheathed defensively as the dull sabre huddled an inch or so closer to Silach.
"Ambushed, he fought the pests of the Wastelands as much as he could, but it was not enough. The cowards had caught him when his back was turned." he said sorrowfully.
Those filthy mongrels!, Hakreem snarled to himself, blood boiling, gut wrenching, seething with rage and frustration at the thought of his demise. He shifted warily from paw to paw, weight thrusting from one side of his body to the other, mane remaining erect all the while. Finally he approached the King, fairly inconspicuous against the crowd.
Jaw opening, he mourned “I am sorry for our losses my king, though I have no doubt in my mind that you will make a fine replacement for Onieros.” He paused, considering his next phrase. Sighing deeply, sadly, he continued. “take good care of Diego my king”.
This gesture was almost a noble one, as if he himself had resigned from the throne, handing it down. But, in a way he had grown attached to the desolate dessert wasteland he had come to inhabit; it was part of him, ingesting him like a parasite that feeds off the blood of its host until it can source no more vitamins from its crimson dew.
It was doubtful, Hakreem thought, that he would even be heard amongst the indecipherable chatter, but at least he’d made an attempt to console the King. Reply Quote Notify 2 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: A new dawn is upon us [EVERYONE] on: July 01, 2009, 02:40:29 PM Time had gone quickly for the elderly sabre. It seemed only yesterday he had traversed the then alien caverns of the Diego pride, sky scattered with flashes of silver stalactites which struck the ground with a frightening resonance, conversed with the Royal messenger and persuaded him to admit him to the pride social structure. Now he had gained not only a place within Diego, but a family and a mate whom he loved dearly. And soon, he would have a family to accompany that; the perfect icing on the cake.
Contented, Hakreem lie himself upon a sunning rock, head lolling bewilderedly over its jagged edge, shuffling uncomfortably in a vain attempt to find a comfy position in which to lay. His grey-pelted head turned across the heat stroked surface of the cracking form, eyes growing heavier with every movement the old sabre made. Two muscle-quilted forelimbs extended to the greatest length they could, maw gaping open to reveal scarred ivory canines, a deep, harsh breath escaping his lungs as he slowly difted out of consciousness and into the whim of sleep.
Come inhabitants of Diego, I have something to tell you!
Shocked by this sudden declaration, the aging sabre pricked his ears, startled yet similarly confused by the intention of the caller. The voice seemed unfamiliar, though there was a good chance that it was merely one of a sabre whom he was yet to encounter until now. But, in spite of his unfamiliarity with many a Heights member, he could decipher no tone suggestive of a known pride dweller. However, he would make no assumptions.
Hakreem would confront his male for himself.
Stretching himself up from his languid pose, limbs tensing, Hakreem saught after the source of the announcement. His intentions were not set in stone as of yet; he was unsure exactly what he would do. Surely he would treat him just like any other unknown face, with respect and caution. That would have been the case had it not been for his calling, which deconed him in a way only a king does when summoning his followers.
Picking up a steady trot, tail raised curiously, azure rues focused on the horizon, Hakreem neared the ominous intruder. Who was he? Why was he here? Might he be an ambassador from a neighbouring pride? Did he wage war or come baring the request of an alliance? Milled in thought, Hakreem paced into the desiccated open lands, every footfall landing him an inch or so closer to the nameless form.
Remaining at a distance at first, subtly edging his way nearer Hakreem observed the stranger warily. He was heavily muscled, a multitude of relatively sombre tones adorning his thorn like hide, face baring a gargantuine scar that ran from his brow to the ebony corners of his jowls. His musk bore an air of familiarity, though by all his accounts was not one that he had ever encountered before. Head level with his shoulders, dipped slightly on approach, Hakreem moved toward the scene, passing as he went the lone form of an emerald cactus, spines protruding defensively like a soldier does a fortress filled with the sweetest treasures, which was in this case water.
Approaching, he bowed his head politely, casually before raising it again to show respect where due. He was one for formalities; never would Hakreem dream of conversing without first gesturing some form of amicable motion to suggest his civility. Face virtually expressionless, giving little indication of his current mood, Hakreem introduced "Hakreem, Apella male of Diego. Would you find it rude of me to ask who you might be, sir?" he questioned, hoarse voice echoeing through the tundra of barren sands that he so affectionately termed home.
He would wait before he inquired further. After all, it would be rude of him not to introduce himself first, before any issues were discussed. Reply Quote Notify 3 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: June 30, 2009, 03:23:48 PM Hakreem was nervous. Whether or not his stark, sombre exterior would submit to his emotions enough to give one so much as a glimps as to his true thoughts, Hakreem could not deny his anguish.
How would she take the news? Would Silach reject him? Would the love of his life turn him away? Would it matter to her so much so that she might abondon the prospect of a family because of his actions?
Still, in spite of his aniexty the grey sabre sat quitely, motionlessly, if anything a slight bit tentatively as he waited for his mate to respond. Here we go. The wait was torturous; it mimicked perfectly the very same wait that scarlet-cheeked young children endure every winter night as they anticipate the arrival of their well deserved bounty of gifts. Starry eyed and anticipant they would perch themselves on whatever ledge or surface they could find available and, with great bewilderment stare into the unknown, a mystified paradise of pure, unblemished white in the hopes that they might catch a glimpse of the one they have waited so long to see.
Inaudibly, Hakreem breathed in, his eyes squinting then re-opening a second later, gaze averted. Would this be his last second with his love? Silach's face at first looked blank, as if unflustered by his declaration. Then, he felt a movement slide across his cheek. He peered up. A salmon pink tongue, bathed in saliva, brushed against his ruffs in a gentle, assuring gesture that affirmed her acceptance of his past. Silachs own cheek would press against his mane affectionately, he too returning the action, grey head rubbing against Silach's mahogany neck.
"Of course I dont mind.. I am .. sorry to hear of this though Hakreem.. I wish you didnt have to undergo that fall of events.." Silach sighed mornfully, showing no sense of anger nor frustration nor rage.
Surprisingly, she had been the first and only (with the exclusion of the ones present at the time) who knew anything of his life beyond Diego. To many, Hakreem was a born Diegan, or at least that was the alibi he lived by. Only when he knew one to be trustworthy would he reveal more, though never before had he told anyone as much as this.
Hakreem was stricken by Silach's almost immediate acceptance of his tale, and admittedly it was not the reaction he had anticipated. Yet there were more surprises to come.
" If I ever got a chance to meet.. those cubs.. I would welcome them as my own children, and hope they approve of me as a mother-figure to them.."
The old sabre grinned lovingly at his mate, deep blue eyes staring into hers. He knew of her sincerity, and he had no doubt in his mind that if their paths were to cross that Silach would welcome his children with open arms, just as he would for her. He loved her for it, immensely so.
"I know they would Silach, just as I know you will be an excellent mother ..." he paused.
It seemed so unreal; not long ago had he been a wandering nomad, in search of a home. Now he would have a family; a pride. But most importantly, he had found love.
Smiling, he continued "... to our children". Reply Quote Notify 4 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: June 06, 2009, 02:54:47 PM {Sorry I've taken so long Kye; I've had exams all week and before that was even more weeks of revision. Done now, so I'm free! Yuk post}
A shapely smile formed over Silach's ebony black maw, slowly rounding into curvature at his approval. He'd always found it amusing how sabres fangs exaggerated expressions to such a degree that he found it laughable. Her mahogany tail pounded the earth, scooping mounds of dust with each stroke.
Silach's fluctuating personality still confused him, though being a male it wasn't something he personally experienced all too frequently. This occurrence was alien to him, yet strangely familiar, as if he somehow anticipated it. Perhaps his paternal instinct somehow made him expect it from his mate.
Hakreem was shocked instantaneously as Silach flung her forehead forwards solicitously, as if insinuating play. "And as long as I am here, and you here with me. I will be sure to kill if anyone attempts to harm my beloved." she implied. Silach's tone unnerved him a little, hearing the anger rise unmistakeably in his mate. Though not something he feared directly, it did concern him minorly.
Staring at the brown female, Hakreem wondered what of his children. Wait; his children. Had he neglected to mention of his old children?! How foolish. Silach had every right to know of his own, previous brood. But; how would she take to it. Should he have told her sooner? Would she up and leave at the mention of them? He so desperately hoped not. But either way he would have to tell her.
"Hakeem, I cannot wait.." Silach told him affectionately.
"Nor can I, Silach dear" Hakreem replied lovingly, head nuzzling Silach's shoulder. A warm smile crept across his face, but was suddenly overpowered by a distinct, unmistakable concern. Could he tell her of his previous child? Yes, he decided, pondering briefly. He would have to; secrets could not be concealed forever.
"Silach" Hakreem began, eyebrows tilted worryingly. "I must tell you something, which I hope that you will not ... understand".
Hakreem lie his black ears flt against his rough crown, covered in coarse white and ebony strands of hair. Tentatively he shuffled an inch or two away from Silach, unnerved by her potential response.
"Silach, year or so ago, long before I joined Diego or had any knowledge of you...". His head lowered, a deep exhale escaping from his old lungs. "I was paired with a female by the name of Trinity. She gave birth to a litter of two cubs, Dimani and Romani. I know little of either of them now. Trinity died soon after their birth, though thankfully she survived long enough to wean the pair. The cubs -now in the early stages of adulthood- have disbanded. I know nothing of them." He paused. "I thought it best to mention this ...". Hakreem stopped. He could think of nothing else to significant enough to mention.
The grey sabre faced his mate. "I'm sorry I did not tell you sooner Silach".
"I hope you will not mind" Hakreem said hopefully, azure eyes disappearing behind falling eyelids. Reply Quote Notify 5 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: May 13, 2009, 03:10:15 PM As Hakreem became milled in thought, an encouraging smile crept onto Silach's lips. Perhaps she was enthusiastic at the prospect that her partner was indeed interested in the future of their impending family. He supposed that it wasn't a common occurrence that one took a liking to the preparations ivolved even prior to the birth of their children. In fact, the majority of males saw no harm in abandoning their other half, leaving the mother to fend for herself and her litter.
This primal manner of thinking sent a brisk shiver down the old sabre's spine, feeling momentarily sickened at the thought. Being of "traditional" descent, Hakreem had been raised to believe that females did not nessessarily assume an inferior role, but were in need of protection from their male counterparts, whom were considered physically more powerful. This was not to say that Silach was weak; if anything she was the opposite, but nether the less he felt a compelling urge to defend the mother of his brood.
If anything were to happen to them, he didn't know what he would do.
Hakreems ears flattened as a sign of appology, his annoucement having shocked Silach. She stood, mauling over the possibility that said name might suit a child of hers. At first, she appeared to reject it, her entire expression conveying a dislike for his suggestion. Hakreem's face wilted; he had adored the name, but he knew that without her consent he could not dub a child of theirs with it. After all, Silach had just as might right as he in selecting a suitable name for the children. His eyebrows raised as the sabress smiled. Again, her personality fluctuated so abruptly. Perhaps it was due to the pregnancy, or maybe she was just not in an aimiable mood.
"Yes! Perfect! I love it!" she screeched at him, face flooding with glee as the words exploded out of her lips like a flood breaks through a dam. "It's so precious.." she continued, justifying her previous statement. "Haroun." Silach suggested, sounding more as if commanding his acceptance of the name than soliciting it. "What do you think of that?".
Hakreem thought. The name passed his lips first in a whisper, gradually escalating in pitch until it turned to a low mutter. It seemed to imply such boldness, such strength, such power. It fitted perfectly.
"Silach, that is adorable" he said rather shyly, almost blushing at what he had just stated. Silach continued to beam brightly at him, eyes wide with an apparent joy that was almost impossible to contain. He felt assured by her happiness, both for himself and for the trio of cubs that were stirring inside her.
"Oh.." she sighed, the glee vanishing. "Hakreem what of Diego's enemies? What if," she gulped, whimpering ."What if they attack?". The question quite literally knocked him breathless, striking fear into the paternal sabre. His gut wrenched and churned and twisted as the thought that his cubs might fall to the scum that dwelled within the Wastelands hit him hard. Hakreem gasped, struggling for air, chest drumming incessantly.
He shuffled closer to Silach. "Do not worry dearest" he assured, should anyone dare to attack, I will be here and I will protect you". His voice spoke reverantly, as a general does before leading his platoon of soldiers onto the battlefield. His valiant effort to comfort Silach was quickly followed by him nuzzling the sabress' velvet scruff, running his head beside hers, eyes squinted shut.
He would do all he could to defend them, no matter what the cost. Reply Quote Notify 6 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: April 14, 2009, 05:46:49 AM Hakreem gave Silach a warm smile, giving her an insight into just how pleased he was of the news. He realised just how, well strange he had acted upon the announcement of her pregnancy, and now he wanted to show her that he couldn't be any more extatic if he tried.
His azure eyes fell upon Silach, who despite her previously aggitated, angered temperament had now calmed into a more sedate one. She appeared excited, as was he, about the news that she would give birth to his cubs. Hakreem was aware the birth would bring new life in both a literal sense, but also it gave Diego a chance to prosper. That he was pleased about. He adored his pride, his king and his mate, and we would do anything he could to assist in the rejuvenation of a once inactive destination.
"There is no if, love, we are having children."
Hakreem gave Silach a pungent nod; once again she had mistook his comment for something else. Maybe his way of speaking was not something Silach was accustomed to, or vice versa. At this thought, the grey sabre chuckled light-heartedly.
"No Silach, I didn't mean it like that!" he exclaimed excitedly, his attempts to contain his happiness having been ground into the dust. "It's...oh, never mind" he continued, a smile spreading across his maw.
"I want to be named after you." Silach stated, thrusting her paws joyfully and swating her tail from side to side in anticipation.
Hakreem felt honoured by this, though the prospect did seem rather dull. He wanted his cubs to strive towards individuality, not conform to like the rest. And if they were ever to achieve that, they could not be named exactly after him. The dull-pelted sabre rolled his eyes in thought, mind buzzling as several names crossed his mind. "Harry, Harold, Har.."
Wait! Did he want his cub to be named so similarly to him. And if so, why not name one after Silach? Yes, he would suggest a name related to her; but what name? It had to convey her imminent presence, her undeniable beauty, her grace, her sweetness....but what name was so perfect that it could fit a sabre of her calibre? After several minutes of deliberation, he had it!
Hakreem gasped as the perfect name, the one he had searched for, hit him. "Canary!" he yelled, springing forwards joyfully. "What about Canary; it's such a pretty name, do you not think so?" he enquired. Hakreem longed that Silach would agree.
"I hope we have at least one girl, I wouldnt know what to do with a boys.."
Hakreem chuckled once again at her comical statement, and averted his gaze to show his lack of seriousness at thsi point in time. "Don't worry about them Silach dear; I'll take care of the boys. You just worry about that girl of your's. You must teach her to be a fine young sabress like you" he implied.
"What should we call the boys" Hakreem continued; already he was making assumptions, but that was just something that came with fatherhood. Reply Quote Notify 7 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: April 06, 2009, 11:19:30 AM Silach seemed slightly bewildered by his reaction; he couldn't blame her really. It was rather unusual. One minute his eyes were filled with shock, the next they burned bright with enthusiasm and zest, then with doubt a moment later. At his first reaction, his mate cowered, lowering herself to the ground and inch away from him. She soon recovered her previously anticipant, eager stance as he voiced his exitement about the news.
Hakreem kept his eyes focused on Silach, giving her a look not of threat or intimidation, but rather of worry. Not for her, but for the cubs; would he be able to live up to the duty of fatherhood? He had no idea in the slightest of how to care for a litter; and what if something dire went wrong? How could he live with himself if his mistake cost them a life? His attention turned away from his thoughts and to Silach as she spoke with excitement.
"Really!?Hakreem! What a relief! I was so scared that you would...reject them, me.."
The grey sabre gave her a surprised look, azure eyes widened to the fullest extent possible. Once again he raised a forepaw in front of his chest, and his mouth opened a little, revealing two ivory-tinted fangs. He laid his coal black ears against his forehead, a mix of both surprise and anxiety churning within his stomach.
"Silach...." words could not escape his mouth, no matter how much he tried to force them out. Composing himself, he exhaled deeply then continued "Why...would you ...think such a thing as that?" Hakreem was puzzled, yet at the same time offended, disappointed and just about every emotion in between the two. Why would she think such a thing? Did she consider him that low that he would abandon his family at a moments notice; maybe she did not know him as well as he thought?
Silach broke into a cackling laugh that echoed through his eardrums and out the other side of his head, dizzying him. Was this really the best time to laugh? At the time when he needed the most re-assurance? She obviously thought so; Silach was sure acting strange! Hopefully this would pass with the birth of their litter; otherwise he was in for something, and it didn't seem good!
Silach's soft, velvety nose tickled his chest, a gentle pur brewing from inside her chest. She proceeded to curl around his body, downy tail encasing his frame in a furry fence. A sweet, loving smile crossed her lips.
"Hakreem, you'll be a perfect father!" Silach assured him, curling even tighter around him like a kitten does to its mother. Her head continued to run along his body, eventually reaching his jowl before she continued " You are ready, we are ready. If you ever falter, I will be there to help, and if I ever falter- I know you will do the same."
Hakreem gave Silach a dainty smile, having since been inspired with some new found confidence. "Certainly, dearest" Hakreem impiled, assuring his mate that he would always be by her side "I promise you that; I will always stand by you".
Thinking momentarily, Hakreem continued "What shall we name them; if we have children, we must find suitable names for them all" His voice sounded eager and excited for the first time in a fair while...it was the first positive experience (besides meeting Silach of course) for a long time. He was overjoyed at the prospect of fatherhood! Reply Quote Notify 8 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: April 04, 2009, 04:08:43 AM By now, Hakreem was totally and utterly confused. The behavoiur Silach displayed was totally unlike her; she was normally so cool, level-headed and kind. For some reason of which Hakreem was oblivious, his mate had turned into a stark, tentative, and easily aggitated character. What had cause this sudden change in her personality? Hakreem averted his gaze as Silach proceeded to answer his statement in a rather harsh manner. His azure eyes met hers, trying to decifer what the cause of her aggitation might be.
"Then I will not speak."
Hakreem did nothing but give a bewildered sigh, voice hoarding a slight tinge of aggitation. He was now getting slightly fed up with the lack of social wit that she had developed. He didn't understand...she used to be so doting and motherly, and now she was just plain brutish. It made no sense. Perhaps in their time appart, something traumatic had happened that caused her unease. Maybe her drastic change in weight was the route of her annoyance.
"Oh, uhm.." Silach said hesitantly, claws rasping along the cold soil at her paws. Her attention diverted momentarily from him and onto the ground, as if concentrating on something not relating to this situation.
Hakreem leaned foreward expectantly, hoping for her to receal the cause of her displeasure. Maybe, at last he could find out what had been troubling her so much so that she resorted to aggression to resolve or perhaps expell her frustration. His azure eyes widened in anticipation.
Silach remained silent for a few moments, daring not to move nor make a sound. A torrent of air filled her lungs, and swifty escaped in what was a heavy exhale; finally her mouth peaked open, light filling every crevice of her maw as it revealed itself in the sunlight. Pouting, Silach eventually spoke, still a little reluctantly. What was it that she was so desperate to hide from him?
"Hakreem- I-Im..." Silach began, her black eye finding his blue one. "..Pregnant."
Hakreem raised a forpaw and paced a step backwards; stunned. His azure eyes widened, pupils expanding into circular ebony orbs. His mouth opened, and a gasp escaped him. He wasn't sure what to say. It was such joyful news, yet his happiness was overpowered by doubt. He wanted to be the best father he could, but based on his own sire, he wasn't destined to be all too good.
But now, he had cubs... He couldn't believe it!
Hakreem, escaping from the seclusion of his own thoughts met eyes with Silach, a huge smile spreading across his maw. He now loved her more than ever; she had now not only offered him companionship, but she had also given him a litter. Oh, he couldn't describe how he felt about her now; life finally had a second purpose.
"Silach; I can't believe it!" Hakreem exclaimed joyfully "Why did you not tell me sooner?" he asked, frisky as a yearling.
Hakreem once again calmed his demeanour, settling back down into his usual, composed demeanour. Now, his doubt had struck him once more. He had little confidence in his fathering skills; he knew nothing of how to care for a litter. What would he do if one of them were sick? Would he lose his temper? At least thirty seconds muct have passed before he left his thoughts again, and began to speak.
"Are you sure I will be able to live up to the duty of fatherhood?" He quickly followed "Do not misinterpret my tongue, Silach dear I long for fatherhood...I just don't know how to be a father, and if so how good a one I will be". He looked worried, and he hoped that Silach could provide him with some assurance. Reply Quote Notify 9 Roleplay / Diego Heights / Re: Soon to be mother. (PRP Hakreem.) on: April 01, 2009, 11:45:23 AM From the moment Hakreem spoke, it was obvious that his mate had been offended by his statement. That was not how he meant it, and he hoped that she would realise that. After all, he had no intentions to demean his partner in any way.
He loved her far too much to do such a thing. Hakreem would never consider insulting her; never.
Well it's all your fault anyway.."
Hakreem peered a Silach through wide, surprised eyes, face expressionless of there were such a thing. Shock struck him immediately, both astounded and plain confused by her words. What was she implying. How was it his fault. More to the point, what was his fault. He was still yet to desifer the cause of Silach's rather dramatic change in appearance.
Silach sat upright, glaring at him sternly, showing her unwillingless to compromise. Hakreem wondered exactly how to address her. Should he just alineate himself from the situation by dispanding, should he argue his point and see where that got him, or perhaps to merely wait for a second response from his aggitated partner.
"Silach, I do not appreciate your tongue" he stated humbly, averting his gaze so as not to aggitate her further.
The purpose of this statement was clear; to inform her that she had overstepped the boundary between annoyance and simple irrationality. Of course, she was entitled to be frustrated (not as if he had any say in the matter as it were) but her lack of hospitality was downright uncalled for. He could sympathise if she had, for one reason or another, gained mass but that offered no valid excuse for her behaviour.
Hakreem suddenly realised how awful he had sounded. They way he had spoken...sounded as if he were some sort of commander, demanding respect from his "lowly" femme. Oh gosh, he had not meant it to sound like that! Feeling the need to appologise, Hakreem breathed deeply preparing to speak. It was unusual for him to actually feel a sense of guilt towards anyone, but once again Silach was an exception.
"I'm sorry for my abruptness, I just wish to know what it wrong, love?" he asked saddenly, conveying his obvious disappointment in himself with flattened ears and a hunched posture.
"I appologise for what I said earlier too" he continued more flamboyantly, hoping to divert her attention from the tension and seriousness of the situation.
What ever was the matter, Hakreem was desperate to know. Perhaps this could insight him into why his mate was behaving so...unorthodoxly. The sweet, gentle, loving female he once knew as Silach had grown into a ferocious well....cat. This wasn't her normal behaviour, by any standards.
Hakreem would never understand the female gender as it was.
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