Post by Akyra on Aug 10, 2009 12:50:56 GMT -5
Formula gazed at her injured comrade; the wound as deep, very deep, blood coating her cream hide in a blanket of scarlet red. The hoof had made its mark in the imprint in the shape of a deathly wound that placed itself conspicuously on the lioness’ shoulder, slowly, ever so slowly draining the life from its weakened host.
Upon witnessing it, Formula wondered why indeed she had not sustained anything quite as serious as had her comrade. After all they has been in the same situation, at the same time, with equal chance of gaining injury and an equal chance of escaping unscaved; yet one had suffered so seriously and the other so mildly. That was not to say she had not received a few crippling blows, and at present she walked with a slight limp, though it was unlikely that it would prove to be an inhibition for long.
Formula’s green rues darted astray from Amanda, ebony ears swerving backwards to the sound of rustling not too distant. A second form passed her, nodding politely as they went; Sakhmet was it? Oh thank goodness! A healer had arrived, and not a moment too soon.
She said nothing.
Amanda broke the silence. “F-Formula, ma’am.”
The lioness kneeled before the healer; Formula watched once more as Sakhmet applied some sort of herb to her wound, silent all the while. She knew nothing of what it was nor its exact purpose, but her confidence in the number was undeniable. Should she be able to prove herself in this most challenging of circumstances, well the Master rank was ripe for the picking ...
“Th-Thank you for getting t-to m-me so quickly. M-m-my name is Am-manda…”
Formula smiled effortfully, though it appear more like a reproval than a praising grin. "Amanda" she began, "you have obviously proven yourself to be a masterful and talented huntress, and a great asset to the pride. Your sacrifice this eve will not go unnoticed; in return for you assistance, how would the rank of Captain suit you?"
What the Empress said she made clear was not an option; there was no take it or leave it. There was just take it.
"Your duties will include taking charge of the subordinate Shamus' assignments, as well as keeping on top of their reports, and reporting anything significant to the Commission. You will also assume the responsibility of training new Shamus' and assuring that they fulfill the requirements." She had summarized what would be required of her; now there was nothing left to say.
With that, the Empress turned, gazing back one final time at her accomplice. Her black tail flicked, ears revolving around a coal black skull, lips curved into a sincere grin.
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2 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Just a Hitch in the Grand Scheme [NUMBERS] [REPOST] on: August 02, 2009, 02:18:41 PM
The storm had passed.
Of course it was not a literal storm, but rather a metaphorical one; however the thundering hooves and the flashing bloodshot eyes of the two male horses she and the pair had tried to subdue gave her the impression that a gale had just gone by. And what a storm; wrestling a beast approximately double your size then retaining the strength to constrain and asphyxiate it was not the most leisurely of tasks, nor the simplest of one.
Somehow, perhaps through luck or through expertise and precision herself, Amanda and Windsearcher succeeded in their perilous task. They would all reap the fruits of their labour, each gorging themselves one by one on the body of the deceased ungulate; even now, as she left the scene she could still taste the succulent, fresh tissue that’s flavoursome sensation danced on the edge of her tongue even now. The Empress’ ebony lips were stained in the tangy crimson dew that seeped from the wounded beasts’ slashed shoulder blade; Formula’s salmon pink tongue swiftly devoured the remaining red substance.
She sauntered aimlessly across the savannah, with no particular intentions but to seek a place to rest and sooth the dull ache of contentment which came from fullness in her stomach. With each movement her shoulder jolted an inch or two, like a pair of rippling black waves ascending and descending in a harmonious rhythm, protruding from a flexible spine stretching down into a distended gut. Her ivory bangs danced riotously in the strong wind, emerald eyes concealed beneath their mop-like covering peering up to the abysmal infinity of the navy blue sky. Tiny silver candles, too small almost to discern from one another congregated in clusters, shades of Cobalt, Prussian, azure all amassed together to form one great collage in the sky.
Formula snorted reprovingly, trudging onwards.
“I n-n-need a N-number”
She pricked her black ears attentively; the voice belonged to none other than Amanda herself, whom of which she had been thinking of just a moment back during her aimless stroll. She thought that perhaps her and Windsearcher were deserving of something, a promotion, a reward maybe? A token of some sort to repay them for the assistance they’d provided, and to give compensation for the injuries they had received in doing so.
She was not far off; a hundred yards at the most. Formula turned towards the source of the sound, lumbering towards the lioness at a pace far quicker than she had done before; the Empress saw a need for urgency now, considering that her welfare might well be at stake.
Amanda needed help, and she needed it soon.
Formula greeted her with a considering nod, and a vague smile. “Amanda...” she began, not knowing exactly how to finish off that sentence. Of course she could well ask ‘how are you’, but at this point that could be deemed both patronising and asking the obvious. Why else would she require a number?
Formula kept her two emerald rues locked on the petite hyena. Behind her approached a second figure, a male, definitely not of hyena stature. An Aryionian she assumed. Yes, she’d seen him about. A respectable male, and a paternal sibling, with a name she could not pinpoint at this second. The Empress glanced at him in greeting, the top corner of her lips rounding upwards only vaguely, trying not to remove her eyes from the hyena threat.
"Well... uh..." the hyena stuttered.
She seemed intimidated by her presence, something Formula wasn’t surprised at. She’d seen her kind before; sassy, impudent, belligerent children, the type who’d throw themselves in the deep end of the pool without so much as testing the waters to ensure that they were safe enough to swim in.
"Hey, what kinda screwed up place you runnin' here? You come up talkin' like I'm crazy. You're crazy. What's so great about a stinkin' lion anyway thatchoo got all the good land and the food an' stuff, and we gotta live out in the fricken' desert with nothin' but scraps? Then you come in and we gotta pay taxes an' crap? What the hell, man??". The dog exclaimed, thinking very highly of herself for doing so. It was obvious that she needed a serious reality check; it was fortunate that Formula was so amiable.
Formula scoffed.
Did she really even have to acknowledge that statement with a response? Formula decided to do so, but purely for the entertainment value. She chuckled delightedly.
“My dear child” she began, smirking, “how diplomatic you are. You should come to Aryion as our ambassador; we’ve been in need of one for a while now. I’m sure your amazing persuasive skills could come in handy.”
"Hey, who you think you are givin' orders anyway? You gimme some food. Then maybe I'll go. We got nothin', you got everythin', we should be taxin' you!"
It had sprung to mind before the situation the hyena’s were in, though she’d never thought of it as an issue in dire need of a resolution. If they had managed to survive this long on meagre prey and scarce water without complaint, then why bring it up now. Formula raised a brow like a parent does when suspicious of a misbehaving child.
“I think I am the one giving orders because I am the Empress; that’s why.” She tutted audibly.“Now I’m not going to get into an argument with an imbecilic youngster, so I suggest you clear off immediately. The lions 'round here might not welcome you with the same hospitality that I have done.”
That was her warning; whether she chose to heed it was none of Formula's business.
{OOC:// Ya I know we don’t have an ambassador rank as such but hey
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4 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: ALL THOSE WITH AUTO-ACCEPTED SABLEKAT DESIGNS POST HERE! on: July 13, 2009, 01:39:26 PM
Thank you guys <3
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5 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Long Live the Don [All Welcome] on: July 10, 2009, 02:41:19 PM
Aryion had deteriorated over time. There were few signs of life, and of the little breaths present most were faint, inaudible and hardly enough to kick the pride into shape. Once a pride active and vigorous now boasted little of the vitality and strength it had done before.
It baffled, yet simultaneously disappointed the lioness to think that the pride she has fought to obtain would lie in ruins like the ancient cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum, forever encased in an inescapable field of molten ash, hardened over time and ever-thickening until one might finally break the barrier to reveal the beauty that lie beneath. When would that time be? When would this “excavation” begin? Would it ever begin? More importantly what was there that she could do about it? For one, she decided, there would be enforced a stricter regime where activity would mean greater privileges for those who chose to adopt it. That, and a few promotions were also in order; a good deed couldn’t go unrewarded.
Lazing in the blistering sun, the black lioness thought to herself quietly, mauling over any potential schemes which might boost some vigour into the pride, something it seemed to have since lost. Forelegs extended she lay idly in the long grasses, not particularly expectant of anything other than the ordinary. Under the assumption that a passer by might wish to converse (as one had done not long beforehand and had only recently departed) she refrained from the temptation of dozing into a slumber, tempting as it was. The hunt those few nights ago had left her weary, and though she received her share it did not provide full compensation for her tiredness.
Breeze stirring the grasses, Formula detected a scent and undeniably a familiar one. Belle. Emerald eyes squinting, she spotted the form of her companion traversing the savannah a hundred yards or so ahead. A feeling of curiousness welled up in Formula’s stomach in seeing her comrade, as she didn’t know where her intentions lie as of yet though she supposed at first it was best not to interfere lest it be a private matter. Still she found something odd about it, a theory confirmed as a second gust of wind wafted another scent past her nostrils, this time an ominous one. Perchance it was an intruder? Belle; might she be in danger? Was she off to confront this interloper? She wasn’t going alone. Determined to support her friend, Formula rose from her languid pose and picked up pace swiftly, cantering after the Comare.
Passing endless plains dotted with the occasional withered acacia or rouge green plant, the black lioness was greeted by a congregation of lions gathered around a single, pale figure. Slowing to a lope, green rues defined each individual form as she passed them; the first Sakhmet, the loyal caracal herbalist of Aryion, the second her comrade Belle who seemed at first a little mystified. Though her expression never faltered she had come to read her body language quite well and on this occasion she appeared utterly shocked, lost for words. Next came Cinnabar, a newly appointed Consigliere followed by Kafele, one of Aryion's little guys.
"That's not to say that some of us aren't still about, such as myself. My name is Sakhmet. Who might you be? And no worries, sir. I have no intention of asking you to leave; we both know who would win that confrontation."
“F-Fortune” Belle said, astounded. Desperate for a look at this anonymous form the lioness peered through the crowd, eyes widening at the sight of the one she had only heard of in tales, some of dubious recollection. Was this really THE Fortune? The founder of Aryion? Once its King? She could not help but breath an exasperated gasp as the reality took hold. Composing herself as she often did before meeting, Formula stood alongside Belle, dipping her head subtly, eyes focused in disbelief at the figure in front of her.
"Is it really ...?"
A typical day in Aryion.
Calm; tranquil; peaceable. The aqua sky was blurred with a thick haze that encircled the land almost constantly, diving to and fro like rippling tides cross an unending sea, with no particular aim but to keep circling in an endless dance. The golden sun illuminated the lands, having risen high above as if to peek over the horizon, attempting to claim a spot on the landscape, uniformity disrupted by its glowing presence. The few, sparse gnarled trees formed silhouettes on the horizon, conspicuous black forms stood against a deep blue, cloudless background.
The grass waved beneath her feet as the black lioness traversed the land she had come to know so vividly over the years, every step confident yet defined by a unique elegance and femininity so characteristic of herself. Off-white bangs lolled over Formula's forhead, waving slightly as her head dipped and rose consecutively, rhythmically, black ears pointed backwards. Her route was planned; she was headed for shade. The summer, though not as intense in heat as the later months did still warrant shelter. Over time she had grown accustomed to the insatiable warmth of the Savannah, but that provided no compensation for it.
Tongue rolling, head down, Formula trotted on unaware of the intruder who lurked nearby.
"Hey! Hey you stupid lions! Getcher butts out 'ere, I wanna talk ta you!"
Ears darted backwards, swerving ferociously as this outsider made her presence know. There was obviously no intent towards secretism, if anything the opposite, which made her question why she had not already been dealt with. Were there no guards standing watch? Apparently not. This exemplified the Aryionions sloth and lack of effort. Did they not wish to serve their pride?
Either way, Formula would have to face this intruder alone.
Cautiously yet proudly she strode toward the grey figure, grassland seeming to catapult wildly as if knowing of the tension collecting inside of her. Her emerald rues found themselves looking upon not the body of a Wolf as she had first anticipated, not even such as a Hunting dog, but rather the puny figure of a Hyena, fuelled by nothing more than basic instinctual urges coupled with an overflowing angst obvious from her expression alone.
Calmly, almost formally Formula approached. "Well, I'm here" she implied sarcastically, presenting herself dauntingly to the petite canine who stood before her.
"Surely you do not reckon you could take on Aryion Savannah. Are you out of your mind child?" Formula enquired, partially curious but for the most part hoping to deter her revolt. After all, she stood no chance. The lioness had a pride at her back whom she might summon is need be, and size alone denoted her victory. It was surprising the situations that these kids get themselves into.
Turning, as if concluding the confrontation Formula starkly added "Go. Now."
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19 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: June 23, 2009, 02:56:57 PM
{OOC:// OMG I'm sorry pride, I missed your post. I didn't realize it was my turn}
Formula's emerald rues looked upon the injured Amanda, gazing longingly at her form, willing her to rise. Though of course as with any animal Formula had become accustomed to the sight of blood and wounds and such, it was not an image she sought. More than likely that stemmed from her nomadic past, whereupon she witnessed the death of her beloved before her eyes. It repulsed her to be frank. Thankfully Amanda's injuries were not as graphic as some she had previously seen, though still undeniably unappealing.
Nostrils flaring, Formula breathed a gust of air, cool and sterile, a little unwelcoming. A scent; dog perhaps. Something; not a wolf. It was drawing closer, encroaching further upon the territory with every malicious pad of its paws. She had been monitoring the recurrent scents for near on a month, and every time the musk grew more prevalent. An intrusion was on the way; and it was coming soon. Worriedly she flicked her pupils, each tiny black circle diving from one corner of her eye to the next, ever wary... ever vigilant.
The black lioness reverted back to her previous subject, her associates, prompted by Amanda's comment. She had recently resumed her meal, but ceased her gorging a moment before replying “W-whatever you m-m-might ask, ma’am.” Her voice echoed kindness and an air on solemnity and wisdom not often seen in specimens as young as herself.
The Empress admired her, almost in a maternal sort of way, as a mother does her cubs. The ironic thing about this was however that Amanda's years seemed to outnumber her own; perhaps her timidity and unwavering subordination branded her likeable.
Windsearch had, by now already siphened his share of the meat from the horses hindquarters, and had gulped a chunk of the foodstuff down his throat. His antics seemed almost amusing, as if he possessed some childish air about him that Formula found rather appealing to watch. With ears pricked, he too listened intently to her request.
Obediently he answered “Yes, of course.”
"Good", she responded bluntly.
She took a step towards the pair, unsheathed claws rasping the gritty, cracking floor as she strode. Formula inhaled, silhouetting herself against the silver moon, forming a feline shadow against its luminous blackdrop. "Seeing as you two are accomplished hunters, I don't suppose you would object to relaying a message for me would you?" she asked formally. "Aryion is in need of its monthly tax donation from the hyena's of the Badlands and, provided I have your consent, your task will be to retrieve them. It is generally prey of some form; I will leave it to you to decide whether you feel their offer is suitable, baring in mind we are allowing them to live on our lands." Stare intensifying, she added, "force may be used if necessary; I have no objection to that." Her tail swatted, white tip dancing like a candle under the stars. Black coat merging with the horizon, Formula appeared enigmatic, invisible, unseen, the only trace of her being the frequent, repetitive exhales and an occasional throaty grumble.
She would wait to determine the next course of action.
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20 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE) on: June 09, 2009, 01:12:15 PM
Formula's stared gradually decreased in intensity as Yendi pleaded her case. If she was worthy of acceptance, she would muster something up to support her case.
"My skills lay in the plants of green, whether in their secrets to healing or a death that would not prier be, in the magic of healing and poisoning, in the herbs." She gulped a breath of air and continued, "It is true, I am not the best of the hunters, Empress Formula, yet I always have provided food for my self. I can hunt yes, for it is the skill of a lioness to hunt, in each of our blood."
A weedy smile emerged on Formula's maw at the mention not only of her strengths, but also of her weaknesses. Honestly was always appreciated. She despised nothing more than thingyy, self-indulgent persons who did nothing more than to boast of their exaggerated achievements and supposed feats.
"Upon the second question, the ring which is upon my tail is of man. They saved me of death, for my mother abandoned me as a young pup, for she thought that I belonged to death, as she thought of all her cubs. She could not care for any of us. I was her last. The others died of sickness, and as I grew sicker, she grew more into madness. on day she left, never to come back to me." Sighing, she continued. "Then man found me, though I knew not of why, they took me to their village. I was slowly nursed back to health by a young girl. I thought I was happy, yet my heart told me that it was not content." "Soon they allowed me to leave to hunt, for the meat they gave me was hard and tasted of smoke. After a small hunt, I returned to a ransacked village, a rouge sabre group killed the man of the village." "I ran to the hut of the girl I thought of as great. I stayed with her through the night, but by morning her fate was seeled, she put the golden ring on my tail. She said things in her strange tongue." "I left there, to seek a pride of those my mother had told me and my siblings of as young cubs, of other lions."
Formula rose, intrigued yet satisfyed that her cause had been argued well and her expanations thorough and consistant. However, that did not guarantee her acceptance; not just yet. She would still need to ensure her loyalty.
"Well Yendi, it appears you would serve the pride greatly. Out numbers are few and far between to say the least." Though growing, the population of numbers totalled only three at present, and with warfare not erradicted as a threat the healers were an essential and valuable asset to the pride. She, it seemed, fitted that criteria perfectly.
"Should I accept you, would you swear you loyalty to Aryion? To fight allongside the pride in times of warfare? To remain loyal and be willing to endure some rain?" She paused, giving Yendi a second or two to allow what she had just told to embed itself in her mind. Formula strode forward towards the recruit.
"If so, welcome to Aryion."
The Empress ceased her stare as Yendi would debate over whether to accept her offer and comply with her requirements.
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21 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Destruction ((PRIDE PLOT STARTS. ALL POST)) on: June 06, 2009, 09:45:52 AM
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22 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE) on: June 06, 2009, 05:33:06 AM
{That's a great RP, especially for a first-timer. I don't have good self confidence either, so I know how you feel}
It was going well.
Amanda's intervention had certainly kick started what Formula perceived as a opportunity for Aryion; the tawny female had come to her aid as an influx of applicants poured into Aryion, seeking acceptance, a home or a pride to serve. She had assessed each candidate with a fine-toothed comb, ensuring that only the most worthy of lions would gain entry into Aryion land. Her help was not only beneficial, more vital than anything. Without her aid, Formula would certainly not have been able to cope.
Eyeing the scene with a combined caution and gladness, a feeling of pride rippled through the slender figure of the gallant lioness. Strands of ivory bangs seemed too to dance in unwavering glee as the prospect of Aryion's survival seemed slowly less bleak. Her mahogany lips curled subtly upwards into a contented smile; she had feared for some time that the pride, at present populated by mere few lions, would eventually fall in numbers to but a few devoted members.
Confidently, she strove forwards, sighing a relieved sigh into the air which surrounded her. Interrogative green eyes flicked from side to side, watching the situation unfold. Amanda was occupied with conversing with acceptees, and they too told her of their skills and recited numerous reasons as to why they deserved entry. From the crowd a conspicuous figure emerged, unaccompanied by an Aryion member. She made her way towards Formula, bowing her head submissively. The emporess beckoned her forward.
"Greetings, I am Yendis, I hail from no pride or pack, for mother was a loner, but I seek acceptance into your pride."
Formula gazed uncertainly at the petite lioness who stood before her. She was relatively slender, musculature faintly defined below a coat of light hazel and orange fur. Her eyes were bordered by a strange symbol, a tattoo of some sort she assumed, perhaps something significant from her past. Her muzzle was coated in a cream hue that stretched beneath her chin and concluded at her underside. At the tip of her tail dangled a golden ring, something of which Formula had never before seen the likes of, at least not on a lion. She knew of wolves who wore ornaments such as these, but never had she encountered a lioness who bore the same decorative adornment.
"Greetings to you Yendi; I am Formula, Emporess of Aryion Savannah Pride" she introduced, formally. Though not one to flaunt her status, Formula would make it clear to any new recruits that she was to be respected. The black lioness gestured towards the female, viridian eyes locked upon the lioness' similarly emerald rues. "I am required to ask you what skills you possess. What can you offer Aryion if I were to accept you?". Again, regulation procedure.
Formula plodded her rump upon the floor as does a curious youngster, anticipating the re-telling of a story which reached its ears one hundred times, yet with each recital becoming even more remarkable. "I must say I'm intrigued by your ornament" Formula added, a little suspiciously. "Please, notify me of its origins". This time her tone was more interrogative than welcoming, yet she had to ensure that she got her story straight before she accepted anyone.
Now she would hand over to Yendi.
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23 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Activity Check 10/4/09 (Deadline May 10th) on: May 29, 2009, 01:16:35 PM
OK, this is officially closed!
Thank you to all who replied ^^
Everyone who hasn't responded, make sure you reply to the next one!
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24 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: May 20, 2009, 03:12:59 PM
“I shall b-be okay, th-th-thank you.”
Formula breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as Amanda confirmed her well-being. As the duties had fallen upon her shoulders in times past, both with or without her consent, to accompany the sick and dying one would assume that Formula would have grown accustomed (if not immune) to it. But no. If anything, it had only increased her distaste for death. Though strong of mind, the black lioness found it difficult at first to come to terms with the concept of a loved ones passing and though now a happening of such could not be described as water off a ducks back, the event proved far less traumatic than it could potentially seem.
“It is n-not a sacrifice t-to serve m-m-my pride,”
The lioness' hidden emerald rues fell upon the injured female, concern masked beneath a sombre exterior. Two white bangs drooped wearily over a sweat-drenched forehead, nostrils flaring as she gasped for air, trying to regain a substantial amount of breath before continuing the conversation. She looked on hopefully as Amanda began to tear and mangle the flesh presented before her with vigor and ferocity.
Perspiration ran torrentially down her forehead, drenching her locks with a transparent silver tinge. Her feet were shifty, nervously awaiting a reaction from the injured lioness; the Emporess' worrysome attitude seemed blatantly obvious, but now Formula was not focusing on concealing it any more. For she was apprehensive. A smile formed of Amanda's maw, seeming almost humoured by Formula's gesture. “Y-you both did v-very well also. I-it was a p-pleasure to h-hunt with th-the b-b-both of you.” Amanda praised. An odd point to make, but a valid one none the less.
“Thank you. I enjoyed hunting along side the both of you.” Windsearcher added, almost out of the blue. Formula swerved round to confront the lion, tail swatting friendlily from side to side as she approached. She felt she had failed to acknowledge his contribution, since her concerns were focused at present on Amanda's wellbeing.
"Windsearcher" Formula stated, eyes glancing upon the small male, addressing him formally. "Come; eat with us. You have earned it." She paused, "You are a skillful hunter, and that will serve you well in this pride" she added convincingly. The corners of her lips charcoal lips bent upwards to form a smile, in it sympathy combined with an air of pride. From the start she had recognised his talent as a hunter, his bold, upstanding, tactical nature coupled with his hospitable character give him an individuallity about him that she could not quite comprehend. Sincerely, Formula gestured towards the body, ivory teeth seizing the limp creatures barrell and slicing at the tawny-furred hide to retrieve the greater sustainence that lie beneath. She spluttered as she inhaled a mouthful of loose hairs, wheezing momentarily trying to force them out of her oesophagus. She snorted reprovingly, gazing at the body. A thought came to mind.
"Windsearcher, Amanda" Formula enquired, "would you perchance be willing to accept a proposal of mine?"
The ebony lioness settled beside the body, cozily plodding herself onto the cool, earthy ground, anticipating their full attention. She would wait until she had it before she'd continue.
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25 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: May 07, 2009, 03:27:47 PM
Formula clung vigorously to the animal’s neck, teeth bearing down hard on its thick, brawny collar so much so that the pungent tang of the horses blood poured torrentially into her jaws. It repulsed her slightly, but the scent of the belligerent animal that would soon become a decent meal provided an added incentive for the lioness. The horse continued to struggle persistently, refusing to accept that it was facing to final moments of its life.
Viridian eyes locked on the tawny lioness as she rushed in from behind to secure the horse to the ground, before her teeth met the horses flesh as Formula’s had done moments previously. The horses legs flung wildly into the air, kicking madly in a last ditch effort to flee from its captors, though he was surely aware that his energy was being utilized in vain. His end would come soon.
She watched intently as Amanda’s jaw tore at the dun stallion’s throat, delving deep into the fibrous tissue, but not so deep as to rip out the jugular as first intended; a rush of adrenaline stirred through Formula’s frame as a thrashing hoof struck Amanda. The ochre lioness screeched in what seemed to be utter annoyance, and willingly darted back to the subdued prey to slice at its shoulder, picking up where she had previously left off.
The male’s jaws clamped firmly upon the hind legs once again. Reshar looked as if to be stilling the animal, perhaps implying that they slash its throat whilst he kept the animal relatively well subdued. The male seemed to have a definite strategy, and that was always advantageous, assuming that circumstances permitted it to be utilized. He thrashed to the side, looking as if to divert from the leg to the throat; he seemed driven to hunt. It looked to be something he relished, though she saw it more as a necessity than a blessing. A shrill crack pierced the air as the shattering bone was torn and broken, evident in the horses screech for mercy.
A second, louder crunch ended it all. The sparsely-maned lion backed off, having now taken the life of the horse; Formula released her hold on its nape, realising now that it served little purpose. Now the only reason that her teeth might once again touch the flesh would be to consume it. Rather cautiously, the black lioness approached the meal, an indecisive mixture of rage and solemnity about her. Though it was common, as it was in all predators, to become accustomed to ending the lives of prey it was not something she enjoyed. Back in times past, when she walked alone and fed upon whatever carrion she might find, Formula had learned her skills as a huntress. For scavenging wasn’t enough.
Tenaciously she dipped her head, turning to face the injured Amanda. At first she was stricken with guilt, for it was her hunt that had caused Amanda’s pain. Reshar was already beside her. "Are you alright?" he questioned tentatively. Formula lowered her head looking dreary and sorrowful, feeling strangely as if she had encountered this scenario before.
"Amanda" she began graciously. "Thank you for your assistance; it was greatly appreciated, and I promise you that your sacrifice will not go unrewarded." Formula paused wearily "You possess the traits of a gallant huntress." she addressed more kindly. Her strength was undeniable, yet so unexpected from a lioness of comparatively slender, lithe proportions. Though not one to stereotype, she had not expected such skills from neither of the pair.
Stiokly, Formula returned to the kill, ravenously tearing a chunk of flesh from the hindquarters of the diseased animal. She dropped it promptly beside the wounded huntress, nuzzling it invitingly forewards with her nose. "Eat" Formula stated, sounding commanding more than soliciting.
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26 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: April 28, 2009, 03:16:06 PM
{OOC:// Wow, you are fast repliers <3 ILU both and FINISHED}
Formula strode eagerly after the frightened horses, each thrusting its powerful hind-legs back and forth, trying to gain as much pace as possible to avoid capture by a ravenous lioness with no other intentions but to gather herself a good meal. Her eyes remained locked on the panicked equines, their manes still and erect as if froze that way in fear just as ones hackles bristle on end at the threat of an opponent or the fear of an enemy. Two hazel tails, sparsely lined with a coat of fur, swatted vigorously as they attempted to ward off the approaching lioness. A chorus of whinnies, grunts, yowls and screeches erupted into the night as the chase ensued and the creatures darted this way and that in a vain attempt to evade the predator. Their earth-laiden hooves thundered along the ground as they galloped, mouths agape and saliva dripping from a salmon-pink tongue. In their wide pupils she saw both fear and hostility.
Her legs began to tire but her stomach drove her onwards, offering Formula an extra incentive to persist. It grumbled angrily at her, as if asking why she had not yet succeeded in apprehending her target; and she knew the answer to that. Because she had a plan, and tactics required more than blunt force and brutality to successfully execute.
The black silhouette stumbled starkly as a second form entered the chase. The light was dim, and the body appeared little more than a black speck among a carpet of ebony, virtually invisible were it not for a conspicuously light-toned pelt which almost seemed to repell the darkness and add a husky glow that looked to fluctuate like particles of dust forever drifting around this one form. Formula quickly recognised her; Amanda. Relief, coupled with a senile sense of dependency welled up inside her, for she was well aware that there was little chance of gaining any results without the intervention of others.
Amanda flanked her, cantering alongside the Emporess; it appeared that a plan was manifesting in the realm of her own mind, and hopefully this would correspond with her own ideas. To drive the animals to the river, and to apprehend them there, where the pair would have little trouble in subdueing the struggling quarry.
The two lioness' padded along almost daintly, when a shrill cry brought an echo through the savannah and chilled the very hearts of the pair that stood nearby the offending body; Formula's viridian rues peered swiftly under the cover of darkness, hoping to decipher the identity of the perpetraitor as fast as was possible; she could not be certain as of yet whether this was an ally or foe. The bounding silhouette appeared to be that of a male, his brisk mane, which lacked substance clung to his neck as he rushed towards the horses, appearing eager to drive the animals in the direction of the water. The larger of the two horses charged into the river, with little hesistation; he valued his life more than bravery. The second attempted a take off too late, and found his hind leg between the jaws of the small male. Formula quickly rushed towards him. Despite her obliviousness as to whether he was of the pride or an outsider, she too felt overpowered by instinct and the drive to bring this creature to the ground. Formula crouched breifly before springing at the flailing horse, glistening ivory canines intercepting with the tough, muscular neck of the herbivore. The sheer weight and power behind her spring made it virtually impossible for the animal not to fall, though having misjudged the horse's landing, it did not land in the river as she had anticipated. Rather it hit the ground with a thundering crash, legs still kicking deperately in a final attempt to escape it's captors. Now her attention had turned away completely from the water-bound animal and to this second stallion; Formula was well aware of the dangers they could face was the animal not quickly restrained.
"Watch it!" Formula ordered, silver fangs glistening as the moon shone upon their enamel surface. "We must subdue it as fast as possible, before it causes us harm." Now it was a matter of whether they obeyed.
along and assist. The two of them impress her, so she will choose them to go to Ukoo - simple}
The barren sky was filled with none but a few sparse, wispy clouds that stalked their way across the aquamarine plains that held them into place, some vaulting through the blank blue canvas and some wafting as the breeze carried them away. The golden grasslands no longer bore their vivid, vibrant tinge of glistening yellow but were now painted black as the night had crept over Aryion, encapsulating the savannah in a shroud of darkness. A cool breeze stirred irritably as dawn approached. Nights in Aryion were often cold and unwelcoming, and a fragile gust of wind nipped decisively at any who had the displeasure of blocking its uncompromising path. Only when the moon hung in the sky did it resort instead to taunting the clouds that covered it, hauling them through the sky and past the silver orb that provided the land with its only illumination. In the trickling stream its reflection formed, the moon glancing egotistically at itself as it drifted proudly about the sky like a lion after sourcing a fresh, untouched kill.
Ivory locks withered loosely over Formula’s ebony forehead, conspicuous against an entirely black pelt which concealed the scars of her past. The dawn grew closer, inching its way towards the land, tentatively raising its head and peering over the horizon, as if inspecting it to ensure that it could rise safely. A cool, almost chilling breeze swept past the decisive lioness, curving around her streamlined physique and swiftly brushed over her like a man’s rough comb through his dogs tangled fur. An audible snort stirred in Formula’s chest, but as it erupted from her throat only the faintest traces of a potentially powerful growl were perceptible above the sounds of the night.
Cloaked in darkness ran a pair of dun-pelted horses, wanderers more than likely, legs trotting daintily forwards and stiff manes standing erectly upon heavily muscled necks. Viridian eyes locked upon these two forms. Her stomach suddenly seemed to churn with an undeniable hunger that, no matter how she attempted to suppress it, she could not prevent from distracting her.
The grassland stilled as Formula approached.
Elegantly, the black lioness neared the strayed equines, approaching as silently as was possible with her appetite a constant distraction. Formula slunk into the golden grasses, tinged with a mixture of both navy and silver as the stars hung overhead and the night sky formed the canvas onto which they were painted. The grass seemed to quiver beneath her paws as she slowly traversed the savannah.
Formula halted as she reached the pair, both fairly large males and more than likely brothers. Perhaps they had travelled together from some time as loners, searching for a home. The thought of loneliness instilled Formula with great terror. For a lion, the pride was everything; it defined who you were, you status, your wealth. The pack was a part of you and to have that stripped of you would be a higher penalty than death itself.
Formula eyed the males as they sniffed at the air, perhaps tasting her musky scent on their breath; either way they appeared alert. Aware that they had discovered her presence, the black lioness emerged from the grassland, planning as she sprinted, her next movements. If they were to swerve to the left, into open grassland, she would drive them towards the river; should they veer right and they would soon be cornered in the mouth of an abandoned cavern. Formulas limbs thrust forewords, anticipating with her quarries actions. The noise of the chase alone was sure to warrant some attention from a fellow Aryionian; hopefully some of the femme fatals might emerge to prove their worth. Who knew? For the moment, all Formula could do was continue her apprehension of the horses.
Perhaps now she could separate the goods from the greats.
Windsearcher’s eyes brightened at her presence, though he appeared more humoured than awed. Rather regally the lion spoke.
“Yes, I’ve come to join the Aryion Pride. Might I ask for the lady’s face name?”
His words seemed flattering, seeing as his referral to her was indeed rather elegant. This she appreciated, yet Formula did not allow it to distract her from the seriousness of recruiting. Formula was aware that she had been given the opportunity to gain another member, and though the prospect of only one individual seemed at first rather dim, one single grain of rice could tip the scales.
Before she spoke, Formula began to look him over, eyes meeting his golden brown fur. He was fairly well muscled, despite his relatively small size. Her viridian eyes met his, both a golden rimmed emerald. His thick, downy mane bore a sorrell hue to it, and a forelock draped comically over his forhead. A trio of ebony markings surrounded his eyes, which removed some emphasis from his radiant green orbs. A cluster of hair ended his tail in an adrupt bobble. Ha appeared to have significant potential, and would be a useful asset to Aryion, provided he could maintain his typical polite mannerisms.
“I am Formula, Emporess of Aryion Savannah” she responded. “I am glad that new recruits like you are around” she praised; Formula was genuinely pleased with his actions.
"Now, Windshearcher, I am obliged too ask what skills you can offer the pride. Do your specialities lie in combat, or rather in tactics, or herbal remedies perhaps?" she questioned.
This was a mandatory question for any new recruits. She had do discern what rank he would be suitable for, or if indeed he was worthy of acceptance in the first place.
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32 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: April 11, 2009, 02:41:20 PM
"Of course, I will accept. And I will do my best as a Femme Fatal in the mean time." Songtail confirmed, appearing restless as the concept of ascending into a huntress of Aryion crossed her mind.
“I am glad to hear it Songtail” Formula instigated, a smile once again crossing her ebony maw. Her black tail flickered loosely, waving with subtle excitement at the prospect of filling the ranks which for so long had been neglected. Formula was certain that Songtail would fulfill her expectations.
"How many Femme Fatals are there? And who are they? I don't mean to pry but I'd like to know who my comrades will be." Songtail inquired, glancing towards the Emporess.
Formula gave a brisk chuckle, humored by her curiosity. Such inquisition came to be expected from juveniles, but for a mature lioness to display such charismatic youth was a rare and undeniably heart-warming trait. The coal black Emporess shifted a forepaw in Songtail’s direction, gesturing friendlily towards her.
“At present, there are but six femme fatals, and not all of them are properly fulfilling their acquired duties.” Formula’s head wilted a little, her bangs limply falling over viridian eyes. “There names are Dysis, Lizard, Meria, Ede, Kyana and Furaha. The first, Dysis is a conspicuous scarlet-pelted female who could be referred too as a ‘matriarch’ among femme fatals. She had been a member longer than most females who hold the rank. However, I fear you may not see much of her as she has ‘deserted’ her status. ”
A sigh erupted from Formula’s throat at the thought of the femme fatal’s current sloth. The fire had not aided their expedition to find prey, but she hoped that the event would provoke some sense of urgency within them, and result in extra commitment to finding food for the pride. After all, without them the pride had no huntresses, and thus no way of obtaining food.
Once again, Formula raised her crown, trying to evoke some lost sense of certainty and confidence that had recided deep within her. Her mouth jolted open as she spoke. “Lizard too is not very active. As for Meria, I have not heard from her for some time; I fear the worst.” The Emporess paused for a second, before picking up her sentence where she had previously left off. “Kyana is a beige female with maroon spots on her underside; be careful not to offend her for she is short of temper. Though she may appear rather ‘coarse’, she is a kindly lioness.” Formula knew that what she spoke was only bordering the truth, but she was required to assure Songtail of her rank's appeal.
“Oh, and she maintains a dislike for crocodiles” Formula added. "Furaha lacks tolerance. She prefers to get her job done without fuss; still she is fairly devoted to the pride and to her rank. You will recognise her by her distinctive red, orange and white markings." Again, Formula paused. "Ede is likely the most active of all femme fatals. Her coat is a creamy beige and her eyes light green. She is kindly, and I am sure that you will come to like her." Well, that was about all she could say. If Songtail wished to know anything specific, she should have no hesitation in asking.
Formula turned towards Songtail. "So, are you still certain that you wish to become a femme fatal?" she questioned.
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33 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: April 04, 2009, 03:39:13 PM
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Songtail held her tongue as if shocked by her proposition. Her eyes widened a tad, only just extending from the casual slits of feline eyes into two circular orbs which were more typical of canines than of lions. As she did so, golden sheaves of grass waved tentatively underfoot, brushing against the Emporess' chest and tickling her stomach. This comparatively insignifiant factor had never before struck Formula as warranting attention of some kind; perhaps the atmosphere of night revitalised the senses that Formula had long since neglected to acknowlege.
Sontail appeared hesitant, or somewhat restrained in her answer; eventually, the words broke free from her lips. "First of all, thank you for even offering me a position in the pride, emporess Formula. I would love to show my loyalty by accepting whatever position you decide is best for me." Her voice was gentle, accepting yet showed no hit of greediness; this displayed to the Emporess her ability to employ restraint in the presence of others.
Strange as it might sound, Formula had neglected to consider which rank might suit the subordinate most; from her observations, she had determined that she was wise, thoughtful and possessed several more traits which conveyed promise to her. Perhaps the status of Lead would fit Songtail’s strengths the most and allow her to utilize her assumed skills as a huntress to the best of her abilities; talent such as her deserved not to be wasted. Formula saw great potential in the hazel eyes of the lioness, so much so that she was willing to propose her ascendance into undoubtedly one of the most reputable and vital ranks a female could possess. The position of Lead.
Formula’s maw inched upwards as a faint smile formed at the corners, slowly creeping up her head like a tarantula does up the damp walls of a secluded cave in which it chooses to make it’s home. The black lioness now seemed certain of herself and of her decision; now all that was left was to address Songtail with her suggestion. Formula briskly paced forwards, viridian eyes squinting as the light of the moon seered her pupils. She plodded her ebony rump adjacent to Songtail, narrowly invading her personal space.
“You are welcome Songtail” Formula recited, contemplating, her gaze averted as she slipped into her own thoughts. Momentarily, she said nothing, mind engulfed by a string of thoughts far to elaborate to explain. It was a second or two later before her eyes once again met Songtail’s. “I am happy to see that there are some who devote themselves to their pride; ones such as you” she continued, raising both eyebrows at Songtail, emphasizing her referral to the beige lioness. An ivory-tipped tail began to sway limply as she continued “I was hoping that you would be willing to take on the responsibility of the Lead” Formula paused once again, thinking of an explanation that would not intimidate her too such an extent. After all, the Lead played a crucial role in the survival of the pride, yet she did not want to burden the young lioness with pressures as harsh as these. Reluctantly she explained “Should you not be aware, the Lead is the lioness who is responsible for governing the hunts and her skills are regarded as unmatched by any other lioness… However” Formula implied “You would be required to have previously acquired the rank of Femme fatal before I could promote you formally.” Once again, she picked up her sentence “I will reserve said rank for you if you would like me to do so” Formula claimed, once again forming a vague smile across her cheeks.
The Emporess held Songtail in high esteem, and she longed for her to accept the rank she had offered; for in her she envisioned a great prospective.
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34 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE) on: March 31, 2009, 09:00:18 AM
{OOC:// Kayley is real busy at the moment, so I am filling in for her. Also, deleted other ooc posts}
Viridian eyes circled the immediate periphery, anticipating multitudes of applicants to swarm into Aryion grounds, keen to gain acceptance within the bulk of the pride. She envisioned huddled masses, barely contained within the borders of Aryion they were so large, that might seek admission into the savannah pride lands.
But right now, that seemed a mere figment of an ambitious imagination. The plains appeared just as barren as they typically were, the only signs of life being the agouti silhouette of a tiny mouse, scuttling back and forth between golden sheaves of grass, weaving through the desiccated, straw-like plains attempting to forage the bountiful spring harvest. Formula’s head dipped an inch or two downwards, eyed focused upon this miniscule figure, ever intrigued by its unfamiliar mannerisms. Four finely furred pink paws carried the graceful animal through the sheaves, heading in the ebony lioness’ direction. It scampered forewords, making no attempt to avoid the potentially grave consequences that could develop from his lack of caution. Bravely, the little mammal (who was still oblivious to the fact that the predator was in full view and could easily ingest him should she intend to) clambered over a mound of dirt, stopping once or twice to observe the landscape, and to survey the territory for any traces of food than dwelled nearby.
Sapphire eyes selected a single spot close by, a heap of dirt, upon which was perched the plump, juicy body of a purple raspberry, its alluring musk luring the little mouse ever closer to the feline by whom it was placed. Ivory bangs were elevated by a gust of cool wind, blowing northwards; this temporarily started the murside, who gave a swift retreat before quickly returning. Leisurely, it ventured forth, apprehending its target; the fruit. Formula sat silently, observing the behaviours of this omnivorous companion. Mice were a rare sight in the Pride lands, for the most part because they lacked adequate food suited to the diet of the creatures. Gold stalks of grass were not exactly the most extensive source of food the world could offer, and as always when a better option is available, mice (like all other creatures) would have no hesitation in taking it.
Formula watched anticipantly as the creature scuttled ever closer to its prize. It came within view, a mere foot or two from her forelimbs when a brisk, lively voice interrupted the episode, causing the mouse to flee abruptly back to the serenity of its hiding place. Its paws flailed wildly as it scrambled into the ground, shifting specks of dirt in Formula's direction.
"I am Windsearcher"
The black lioness glanced up, startled by his sudden declaration. She promptly rose to all fours, tail held erectly over a tense frame. The Emporess halted opposite him, a mass of air filling her chest as she inhaled, preparing to speak.
“Greetings, Windsearcher.” Formula began “I am correct to assume that you seek acceptance into Aryion?”
Formula looked over the male; he was relatively miniscule for a mature feline, standing not to much higher than her. His pelt bore a golden, honey-tinted shade to it, accompanied by a fading white underside. His mane was sparser than some she had seen before, but that did little to reduce his intimidating bearing. Windsearcher was relatively sinewy and lean, admirable proportions for a crew member of some sort. He wouldn’t thrive as a Brunos, for he simply did not have the stature required of a lion of that calibre.
Yet, Formula recognised potential in this male; it was just dependant upon whether he was as commendable as he appeared.
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35 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: March 27, 2009, 11:34:35 AM
Formula felt an air of relief about her, after having explained the entire situation to this second female. Of all the people she had known, she was certain that Songtail was a trustworthy ally. She could identify sincerity in a lion in the blink of an eye. Her amber eyes reflected her honesty and dependable nature.
A grin formed across Formula’s ebony maw as Songtail’s lips curved upwards in a joyful beam. Formula was glad that she had contributed to welcoming this young lioness into the pride. She foresaw a bright future in the heart of the pride, perhaps filling the esteemed rank of Consiglere, alongside Pedro. She was both wise enough and dependable enough to maintain it; the only inhibition was her confidence, or lack of it.
"Demotions?" Songtail enquired.
Songtail spoke more inquisitively than was typical of her. Yet, it was idea for her to take an interest in the “political” side of pride life, beside the typical regime of hunting, gathering and caring for youngsters. Formula inhaled, taking in a current of air, later expelling it as she spoke.
“Unfortunately so, Songtail. Many have had their ranks stripped of them in the past months.”
Formula’s viridian eyes gazed at her companion. Her beige hide appeared inconspicuous against the darkened horizon; the only part of her visible being her amber orbs which flickered like two minute candles burning intensely, offering the only vague traces of light amongst a blanket of darkness. She sat calmly, consistently well-composed with no trace of anxiety nor fear about her.
"Due to acts of treason?" she assumed "If that is the case then I hope they were not only demoted but cast out of the pride. Mutiny is something, that if left unchecked, will soon happen again,
Formula wondered what had triggered that reaction to immediately presume their disloyalty to Aryion. Either way, she would explain to her the reason behind the relegations.
“Dear Songtail, I am glad to say that no demotions have been distributed on the grounds of treason. Rather, for sloth, laziness and negligence towards the duties that came with their high rank” Formula’s head dripped solemnly as she continued “However, this could, in theory enable those who are dutiful yet unranked to gain their deserved status.” She paused for a second, regaining her composure. “We should be more careful when selecting candidates in the near future.”
Formula once again halted mid-sentence, mind bustling with incessant ideas. She breathed a heavy exhale, reiterating the same thoughts time and time an again, until eventually coming to a conclusion. She would offer Songtail rank. She had firstly been slightly reluctant to suggest her obtaining status, but thanks to her wit and charisma when discussing the course of action against mutiny, Formula had assured herself that Songtail could be trusted with the burden of rank.
“Songtail, I have a proposition for you. Would you consider a rank of some kind? You have every right to refuse, if you judgement dictates that you would be unable to uphold it.” She would leave it up to her wheher she chose to accept her offer.
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36 Roleplay / The Books / Those not on the members list MUST read! on: March 26, 2009, 11:25:33 AM
I have recently noticed a few people who are RPing in Aryion, who I have neglacted to add to the members list. So, if you are one of them, post this...
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Upon witnessing it, Formula wondered why indeed she had not sustained anything quite as serious as had her comrade. After all they has been in the same situation, at the same time, with equal chance of gaining injury and an equal chance of escaping unscaved; yet one had suffered so seriously and the other so mildly. That was not to say she had not received a few crippling blows, and at present she walked with a slight limp, though it was unlikely that it would prove to be an inhibition for long.
Formula’s green rues darted astray from Amanda, ebony ears swerving backwards to the sound of rustling not too distant. A second form passed her, nodding politely as they went; Sakhmet was it? Oh thank goodness! A healer had arrived, and not a moment too soon.
She said nothing.
Amanda broke the silence. “F-Formula, ma’am.”
The lioness kneeled before the healer; Formula watched once more as Sakhmet applied some sort of herb to her wound, silent all the while. She knew nothing of what it was nor its exact purpose, but her confidence in the number was undeniable. Should she be able to prove herself in this most challenging of circumstances, well the Master rank was ripe for the picking ...
“Th-Thank you for getting t-to m-me so quickly. M-m-my name is Am-manda…”
Formula smiled effortfully, though it appear more like a reproval than a praising grin. "Amanda" she began, "you have obviously proven yourself to be a masterful and talented huntress, and a great asset to the pride. Your sacrifice this eve will not go unnoticed; in return for you assistance, how would the rank of Captain suit you?"
What the Empress said she made clear was not an option; there was no take it or leave it. There was just take it.
"Your duties will include taking charge of the subordinate Shamus' assignments, as well as keeping on top of their reports, and reporting anything significant to the Commission. You will also assume the responsibility of training new Shamus' and assuring that they fulfill the requirements." She had summarized what would be required of her; now there was nothing left to say.
With that, the Empress turned, gazing back one final time at her accomplice. Her black tail flicked, ears revolving around a coal black skull, lips curved into a sincere grin.
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2 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Just a Hitch in the Grand Scheme [NUMBERS] [REPOST] on: August 02, 2009, 02:18:41 PM
The storm had passed.
Of course it was not a literal storm, but rather a metaphorical one; however the thundering hooves and the flashing bloodshot eyes of the two male horses she and the pair had tried to subdue gave her the impression that a gale had just gone by. And what a storm; wrestling a beast approximately double your size then retaining the strength to constrain and asphyxiate it was not the most leisurely of tasks, nor the simplest of one.
Somehow, perhaps through luck or through expertise and precision herself, Amanda and Windsearcher succeeded in their perilous task. They would all reap the fruits of their labour, each gorging themselves one by one on the body of the deceased ungulate; even now, as she left the scene she could still taste the succulent, fresh tissue that’s flavoursome sensation danced on the edge of her tongue even now. The Empress’ ebony lips were stained in the tangy crimson dew that seeped from the wounded beasts’ slashed shoulder blade; Formula’s salmon pink tongue swiftly devoured the remaining red substance.
She sauntered aimlessly across the savannah, with no particular intentions but to seek a place to rest and sooth the dull ache of contentment which came from fullness in her stomach. With each movement her shoulder jolted an inch or two, like a pair of rippling black waves ascending and descending in a harmonious rhythm, protruding from a flexible spine stretching down into a distended gut. Her ivory bangs danced riotously in the strong wind, emerald eyes concealed beneath their mop-like covering peering up to the abysmal infinity of the navy blue sky. Tiny silver candles, too small almost to discern from one another congregated in clusters, shades of Cobalt, Prussian, azure all amassed together to form one great collage in the sky.
Formula snorted reprovingly, trudging onwards.
“I n-n-need a N-number”
She pricked her black ears attentively; the voice belonged to none other than Amanda herself, whom of which she had been thinking of just a moment back during her aimless stroll. She thought that perhaps her and Windsearcher were deserving of something, a promotion, a reward maybe? A token of some sort to repay them for the assistance they’d provided, and to give compensation for the injuries they had received in doing so.
She was not far off; a hundred yards at the most. Formula turned towards the source of the sound, lumbering towards the lioness at a pace far quicker than she had done before; the Empress saw a need for urgency now, considering that her welfare might well be at stake.
Amanda needed help, and she needed it soon.
Formula greeted her with a considering nod, and a vague smile. “Amanda...” she began, not knowing exactly how to finish off that sentence. Of course she could well ask ‘how are you’, but at this point that could be deemed both patronising and asking the obvious. Why else would she require a number?
Formula kept her two emerald rues locked on the petite hyena. Behind her approached a second figure, a male, definitely not of hyena stature. An Aryionian she assumed. Yes, she’d seen him about. A respectable male, and a paternal sibling, with a name she could not pinpoint at this second. The Empress glanced at him in greeting, the top corner of her lips rounding upwards only vaguely, trying not to remove her eyes from the hyena threat.
"Well... uh..." the hyena stuttered.
She seemed intimidated by her presence, something Formula wasn’t surprised at. She’d seen her kind before; sassy, impudent, belligerent children, the type who’d throw themselves in the deep end of the pool without so much as testing the waters to ensure that they were safe enough to swim in.
"Hey, what kinda screwed up place you runnin' here? You come up talkin' like I'm crazy. You're crazy. What's so great about a stinkin' lion anyway thatchoo got all the good land and the food an' stuff, and we gotta live out in the fricken' desert with nothin' but scraps? Then you come in and we gotta pay taxes an' crap? What the hell, man??". The dog exclaimed, thinking very highly of herself for doing so. It was obvious that she needed a serious reality check; it was fortunate that Formula was so amiable.
Formula scoffed.
Did she really even have to acknowledge that statement with a response? Formula decided to do so, but purely for the entertainment value. She chuckled delightedly.
“My dear child” she began, smirking, “how diplomatic you are. You should come to Aryion as our ambassador; we’ve been in need of one for a while now. I’m sure your amazing persuasive skills could come in handy.”
"Hey, who you think you are givin' orders anyway? You gimme some food. Then maybe I'll go. We got nothin', you got everythin', we should be taxin' you!"
It had sprung to mind before the situation the hyena’s were in, though she’d never thought of it as an issue in dire need of a resolution. If they had managed to survive this long on meagre prey and scarce water without complaint, then why bring it up now. Formula raised a brow like a parent does when suspicious of a misbehaving child.
“I think I am the one giving orders because I am the Empress; that’s why.” She tutted audibly.“Now I’m not going to get into an argument with an imbecilic youngster, so I suggest you clear off immediately. The lions 'round here might not welcome you with the same hospitality that I have done.”
That was her warning; whether she chose to heed it was none of Formula's business.
{OOC:// Ya I know we don’t have an ambassador rank as such but hey
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4 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: ALL THOSE WITH AUTO-ACCEPTED SABLEKAT DESIGNS POST HERE! on: July 13, 2009, 01:39:26 PM
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5 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Long Live the Don [All Welcome] on: July 10, 2009, 02:41:19 PM
Aryion had deteriorated over time. There were few signs of life, and of the little breaths present most were faint, inaudible and hardly enough to kick the pride into shape. Once a pride active and vigorous now boasted little of the vitality and strength it had done before.
It baffled, yet simultaneously disappointed the lioness to think that the pride she has fought to obtain would lie in ruins like the ancient cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum, forever encased in an inescapable field of molten ash, hardened over time and ever-thickening until one might finally break the barrier to reveal the beauty that lie beneath. When would that time be? When would this “excavation” begin? Would it ever begin? More importantly what was there that she could do about it? For one, she decided, there would be enforced a stricter regime where activity would mean greater privileges for those who chose to adopt it. That, and a few promotions were also in order; a good deed couldn’t go unrewarded.
Lazing in the blistering sun, the black lioness thought to herself quietly, mauling over any potential schemes which might boost some vigour into the pride, something it seemed to have since lost. Forelegs extended she lay idly in the long grasses, not particularly expectant of anything other than the ordinary. Under the assumption that a passer by might wish to converse (as one had done not long beforehand and had only recently departed) she refrained from the temptation of dozing into a slumber, tempting as it was. The hunt those few nights ago had left her weary, and though she received her share it did not provide full compensation for her tiredness.
Breeze stirring the grasses, Formula detected a scent and undeniably a familiar one. Belle. Emerald eyes squinting, she spotted the form of her companion traversing the savannah a hundred yards or so ahead. A feeling of curiousness welled up in Formula’s stomach in seeing her comrade, as she didn’t know where her intentions lie as of yet though she supposed at first it was best not to interfere lest it be a private matter. Still she found something odd about it, a theory confirmed as a second gust of wind wafted another scent past her nostrils, this time an ominous one. Perchance it was an intruder? Belle; might she be in danger? Was she off to confront this interloper? She wasn’t going alone. Determined to support her friend, Formula rose from her languid pose and picked up pace swiftly, cantering after the Comare.
Passing endless plains dotted with the occasional withered acacia or rouge green plant, the black lioness was greeted by a congregation of lions gathered around a single, pale figure. Slowing to a lope, green rues defined each individual form as she passed them; the first Sakhmet, the loyal caracal herbalist of Aryion, the second her comrade Belle who seemed at first a little mystified. Though her expression never faltered she had come to read her body language quite well and on this occasion she appeared utterly shocked, lost for words. Next came Cinnabar, a newly appointed Consigliere followed by Kafele, one of Aryion's little guys.
"That's not to say that some of us aren't still about, such as myself. My name is Sakhmet. Who might you be? And no worries, sir. I have no intention of asking you to leave; we both know who would win that confrontation."
“F-Fortune” Belle said, astounded. Desperate for a look at this anonymous form the lioness peered through the crowd, eyes widening at the sight of the one she had only heard of in tales, some of dubious recollection. Was this really THE Fortune? The founder of Aryion? Once its King? She could not help but breath an exasperated gasp as the reality took hold. Composing herself as she often did before meeting, Formula stood alongside Belle, dipping her head subtly, eyes focused in disbelief at the figure in front of her.
"Is it really ...?"
A typical day in Aryion.
Calm; tranquil; peaceable. The aqua sky was blurred with a thick haze that encircled the land almost constantly, diving to and fro like rippling tides cross an unending sea, with no particular aim but to keep circling in an endless dance. The golden sun illuminated the lands, having risen high above as if to peek over the horizon, attempting to claim a spot on the landscape, uniformity disrupted by its glowing presence. The few, sparse gnarled trees formed silhouettes on the horizon, conspicuous black forms stood against a deep blue, cloudless background.
The grass waved beneath her feet as the black lioness traversed the land she had come to know so vividly over the years, every step confident yet defined by a unique elegance and femininity so characteristic of herself. Off-white bangs lolled over Formula's forhead, waving slightly as her head dipped and rose consecutively, rhythmically, black ears pointed backwards. Her route was planned; she was headed for shade. The summer, though not as intense in heat as the later months did still warrant shelter. Over time she had grown accustomed to the insatiable warmth of the Savannah, but that provided no compensation for it.
Tongue rolling, head down, Formula trotted on unaware of the intruder who lurked nearby.
"Hey! Hey you stupid lions! Getcher butts out 'ere, I wanna talk ta you!"
Ears darted backwards, swerving ferociously as this outsider made her presence know. There was obviously no intent towards secretism, if anything the opposite, which made her question why she had not already been dealt with. Were there no guards standing watch? Apparently not. This exemplified the Aryionions sloth and lack of effort. Did they not wish to serve their pride?
Either way, Formula would have to face this intruder alone.
Cautiously yet proudly she strode toward the grey figure, grassland seeming to catapult wildly as if knowing of the tension collecting inside of her. Her emerald rues found themselves looking upon not the body of a Wolf as she had first anticipated, not even such as a Hunting dog, but rather the puny figure of a Hyena, fuelled by nothing more than basic instinctual urges coupled with an overflowing angst obvious from her expression alone.
Calmly, almost formally Formula approached. "Well, I'm here" she implied sarcastically, presenting herself dauntingly to the petite canine who stood before her.
"Surely you do not reckon you could take on Aryion Savannah. Are you out of your mind child?" Formula enquired, partially curious but for the most part hoping to deter her revolt. After all, she stood no chance. The lioness had a pride at her back whom she might summon is need be, and size alone denoted her victory. It was surprising the situations that these kids get themselves into.
Turning, as if concluding the confrontation Formula starkly added "Go. Now."
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19 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: June 23, 2009, 02:56:57 PM
{OOC:// OMG I'm sorry pride, I missed your post. I didn't realize it was my turn
}Formula's emerald rues looked upon the injured Amanda, gazing longingly at her form, willing her to rise. Though of course as with any animal Formula had become accustomed to the sight of blood and wounds and such, it was not an image she sought. More than likely that stemmed from her nomadic past, whereupon she witnessed the death of her beloved before her eyes. It repulsed her to be frank. Thankfully Amanda's injuries were not as graphic as some she had previously seen, though still undeniably unappealing.
Nostrils flaring, Formula breathed a gust of air, cool and sterile, a little unwelcoming. A scent; dog perhaps. Something; not a wolf. It was drawing closer, encroaching further upon the territory with every malicious pad of its paws. She had been monitoring the recurrent scents for near on a month, and every time the musk grew more prevalent. An intrusion was on the way; and it was coming soon. Worriedly she flicked her pupils, each tiny black circle diving from one corner of her eye to the next, ever wary... ever vigilant.
The black lioness reverted back to her previous subject, her associates, prompted by Amanda's comment. She had recently resumed her meal, but ceased her gorging a moment before replying “W-whatever you m-m-might ask, ma’am.” Her voice echoed kindness and an air on solemnity and wisdom not often seen in specimens as young as herself.
The Empress admired her, almost in a maternal sort of way, as a mother does her cubs. The ironic thing about this was however that Amanda's years seemed to outnumber her own; perhaps her timidity and unwavering subordination branded her likeable.
Windsearch had, by now already siphened his share of the meat from the horses hindquarters, and had gulped a chunk of the foodstuff down his throat. His antics seemed almost amusing, as if he possessed some childish air about him that Formula found rather appealing to watch. With ears pricked, he too listened intently to her request.
Obediently he answered “Yes, of course.”
"Good", she responded bluntly.
She took a step towards the pair, unsheathed claws rasping the gritty, cracking floor as she strode. Formula inhaled, silhouetting herself against the silver moon, forming a feline shadow against its luminous blackdrop. "Seeing as you two are accomplished hunters, I don't suppose you would object to relaying a message for me would you?" she asked formally. "Aryion is in need of its monthly tax donation from the hyena's of the Badlands and, provided I have your consent, your task will be to retrieve them. It is generally prey of some form; I will leave it to you to decide whether you feel their offer is suitable, baring in mind we are allowing them to live on our lands." Stare intensifying, she added, "force may be used if necessary; I have no objection to that." Her tail swatted, white tip dancing like a candle under the stars. Black coat merging with the horizon, Formula appeared enigmatic, invisible, unseen, the only trace of her being the frequent, repetitive exhales and an occasional throaty grumble.
She would wait to determine the next course of action.
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20 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE) on: June 09, 2009, 01:12:15 PM
Formula's stared gradually decreased in intensity as Yendi pleaded her case. If she was worthy of acceptance, she would muster something up to support her case.
"My skills lay in the plants of green, whether in their secrets to healing or a death that would not prier be, in the magic of healing and poisoning, in the herbs." She gulped a breath of air and continued, "It is true, I am not the best of the hunters, Empress Formula, yet I always have provided food for my self. I can hunt yes, for it is the skill of a lioness to hunt, in each of our blood."
A weedy smile emerged on Formula's maw at the mention not only of her strengths, but also of her weaknesses. Honestly was always appreciated. She despised nothing more than thingyy, self-indulgent persons who did nothing more than to boast of their exaggerated achievements and supposed feats.
"Upon the second question, the ring which is upon my tail is of man. They saved me of death, for my mother abandoned me as a young pup, for she thought that I belonged to death, as she thought of all her cubs. She could not care for any of us. I was her last. The others died of sickness, and as I grew sicker, she grew more into madness. on day she left, never to come back to me." Sighing, she continued. "Then man found me, though I knew not of why, they took me to their village. I was slowly nursed back to health by a young girl. I thought I was happy, yet my heart told me that it was not content." "Soon they allowed me to leave to hunt, for the meat they gave me was hard and tasted of smoke. After a small hunt, I returned to a ransacked village, a rouge sabre group killed the man of the village." "I ran to the hut of the girl I thought of as great. I stayed with her through the night, but by morning her fate was seeled, she put the golden ring on my tail. She said things in her strange tongue." "I left there, to seek a pride of those my mother had told me and my siblings of as young cubs, of other lions."
Formula rose, intrigued yet satisfyed that her cause had been argued well and her expanations thorough and consistant. However, that did not guarantee her acceptance; not just yet. She would still need to ensure her loyalty.
"Well Yendi, it appears you would serve the pride greatly. Out numbers are few and far between to say the least." Though growing, the population of numbers totalled only three at present, and with warfare not erradicted as a threat the healers were an essential and valuable asset to the pride. She, it seemed, fitted that criteria perfectly.
"Should I accept you, would you swear you loyalty to Aryion? To fight allongside the pride in times of warfare? To remain loyal and be willing to endure some rain?" She paused, giving Yendi a second or two to allow what she had just told to embed itself in her mind. Formula strode forward towards the recruit.
"If so, welcome to Aryion."
The Empress ceased her stare as Yendi would debate over whether to accept her offer and comply with her requirements.
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21 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Destruction ((PRIDE PLOT STARTS. ALL POST)) on: June 06, 2009, 09:45:52 AM
Keep posting guys!
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22 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE) on: June 06, 2009, 05:33:06 AM
{That's a great RP, especially for a first-timer. I don't have good self confidence either, so I know how you feel}
It was going well.
Amanda's intervention had certainly kick started what Formula perceived as a opportunity for Aryion; the tawny female had come to her aid as an influx of applicants poured into Aryion, seeking acceptance, a home or a pride to serve. She had assessed each candidate with a fine-toothed comb, ensuring that only the most worthy of lions would gain entry into Aryion land. Her help was not only beneficial, more vital than anything. Without her aid, Formula would certainly not have been able to cope.
Eyeing the scene with a combined caution and gladness, a feeling of pride rippled through the slender figure of the gallant lioness. Strands of ivory bangs seemed too to dance in unwavering glee as the prospect of Aryion's survival seemed slowly less bleak. Her mahogany lips curled subtly upwards into a contented smile; she had feared for some time that the pride, at present populated by mere few lions, would eventually fall in numbers to but a few devoted members.
Confidently, she strove forwards, sighing a relieved sigh into the air which surrounded her. Interrogative green eyes flicked from side to side, watching the situation unfold. Amanda was occupied with conversing with acceptees, and they too told her of their skills and recited numerous reasons as to why they deserved entry. From the crowd a conspicuous figure emerged, unaccompanied by an Aryion member. She made her way towards Formula, bowing her head submissively. The emporess beckoned her forward.
"Greetings, I am Yendis, I hail from no pride or pack, for mother was a loner, but I seek acceptance into your pride."
Formula gazed uncertainly at the petite lioness who stood before her. She was relatively slender, musculature faintly defined below a coat of light hazel and orange fur. Her eyes were bordered by a strange symbol, a tattoo of some sort she assumed, perhaps something significant from her past. Her muzzle was coated in a cream hue that stretched beneath her chin and concluded at her underside. At the tip of her tail dangled a golden ring, something of which Formula had never before seen the likes of, at least not on a lion. She knew of wolves who wore ornaments such as these, but never had she encountered a lioness who bore the same decorative adornment.
"Greetings to you Yendi; I am Formula, Emporess of Aryion Savannah Pride" she introduced, formally. Though not one to flaunt her status, Formula would make it clear to any new recruits that she was to be respected. The black lioness gestured towards the female, viridian eyes locked upon the lioness' similarly emerald rues. "I am required to ask you what skills you possess. What can you offer Aryion if I were to accept you?". Again, regulation procedure.
Formula plodded her rump upon the floor as does a curious youngster, anticipating the re-telling of a story which reached its ears one hundred times, yet with each recital becoming even more remarkable. "I must say I'm intrigued by your ornament" Formula added, a little suspiciously. "Please, notify me of its origins". This time her tone was more interrogative than welcoming, yet she had to ensure that she got her story straight before she accepted anyone.
Now she would hand over to Yendi.
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23 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Activity Check 10/4/09 (Deadline May 10th) on: May 29, 2009, 01:16:35 PM
OK, this is officially closed!
Thank you to all who replied ^^
Everyone who hasn't responded, make sure you reply to the next one!
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24 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: May 20, 2009, 03:12:59 PM
“I shall b-be okay, th-th-thank you.”
Formula breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as Amanda confirmed her well-being. As the duties had fallen upon her shoulders in times past, both with or without her consent, to accompany the sick and dying one would assume that Formula would have grown accustomed (if not immune) to it. But no. If anything, it had only increased her distaste for death. Though strong of mind, the black lioness found it difficult at first to come to terms with the concept of a loved ones passing and though now a happening of such could not be described as water off a ducks back, the event proved far less traumatic than it could potentially seem.
“It is n-not a sacrifice t-to serve m-m-my pride,”
The lioness' hidden emerald rues fell upon the injured female, concern masked beneath a sombre exterior. Two white bangs drooped wearily over a sweat-drenched forehead, nostrils flaring as she gasped for air, trying to regain a substantial amount of breath before continuing the conversation. She looked on hopefully as Amanda began to tear and mangle the flesh presented before her with vigor and ferocity.
Perspiration ran torrentially down her forehead, drenching her locks with a transparent silver tinge. Her feet were shifty, nervously awaiting a reaction from the injured lioness; the Emporess' worrysome attitude seemed blatantly obvious, but now Formula was not focusing on concealing it any more. For she was apprehensive. A smile formed of Amanda's maw, seeming almost humoured by Formula's gesture. “Y-you both did v-very well also. I-it was a p-pleasure to h-hunt with th-the b-b-both of you.” Amanda praised. An odd point to make, but a valid one none the less.
“Thank you. I enjoyed hunting along side the both of you.” Windsearcher added, almost out of the blue. Formula swerved round to confront the lion, tail swatting friendlily from side to side as she approached. She felt she had failed to acknowledge his contribution, since her concerns were focused at present on Amanda's wellbeing.
"Windsearcher" Formula stated, eyes glancing upon the small male, addressing him formally. "Come; eat with us. You have earned it." She paused, "You are a skillful hunter, and that will serve you well in this pride" she added convincingly. The corners of her lips charcoal lips bent upwards to form a smile, in it sympathy combined with an air of pride. From the start she had recognised his talent as a hunter, his bold, upstanding, tactical nature coupled with his hospitable character give him an individuallity about him that she could not quite comprehend. Sincerely, Formula gestured towards the body, ivory teeth seizing the limp creatures barrell and slicing at the tawny-furred hide to retrieve the greater sustainence that lie beneath. She spluttered as she inhaled a mouthful of loose hairs, wheezing momentarily trying to force them out of her oesophagus. She snorted reprovingly, gazing at the body. A thought came to mind.
"Windsearcher, Amanda" Formula enquired, "would you perchance be willing to accept a proposal of mine?"
The ebony lioness settled beside the body, cozily plodding herself onto the cool, earthy ground, anticipating their full attention. She would wait until she had it before she'd continue.
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25 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: May 07, 2009, 03:27:47 PM
Formula clung vigorously to the animal’s neck, teeth bearing down hard on its thick, brawny collar so much so that the pungent tang of the horses blood poured torrentially into her jaws. It repulsed her slightly, but the scent of the belligerent animal that would soon become a decent meal provided an added incentive for the lioness. The horse continued to struggle persistently, refusing to accept that it was facing to final moments of its life.
Viridian eyes locked on the tawny lioness as she rushed in from behind to secure the horse to the ground, before her teeth met the horses flesh as Formula’s had done moments previously. The horses legs flung wildly into the air, kicking madly in a last ditch effort to flee from its captors, though he was surely aware that his energy was being utilized in vain. His end would come soon.
She watched intently as Amanda’s jaw tore at the dun stallion’s throat, delving deep into the fibrous tissue, but not so deep as to rip out the jugular as first intended; a rush of adrenaline stirred through Formula’s frame as a thrashing hoof struck Amanda. The ochre lioness screeched in what seemed to be utter annoyance, and willingly darted back to the subdued prey to slice at its shoulder, picking up where she had previously left off.
The male’s jaws clamped firmly upon the hind legs once again. Reshar looked as if to be stilling the animal, perhaps implying that they slash its throat whilst he kept the animal relatively well subdued. The male seemed to have a definite strategy, and that was always advantageous, assuming that circumstances permitted it to be utilized. He thrashed to the side, looking as if to divert from the leg to the throat; he seemed driven to hunt. It looked to be something he relished, though she saw it more as a necessity than a blessing. A shrill crack pierced the air as the shattering bone was torn and broken, evident in the horses screech for mercy.
A second, louder crunch ended it all. The sparsely-maned lion backed off, having now taken the life of the horse; Formula released her hold on its nape, realising now that it served little purpose. Now the only reason that her teeth might once again touch the flesh would be to consume it. Rather cautiously, the black lioness approached the meal, an indecisive mixture of rage and solemnity about her. Though it was common, as it was in all predators, to become accustomed to ending the lives of prey it was not something she enjoyed. Back in times past, when she walked alone and fed upon whatever carrion she might find, Formula had learned her skills as a huntress. For scavenging wasn’t enough.
Tenaciously she dipped her head, turning to face the injured Amanda. At first she was stricken with guilt, for it was her hunt that had caused Amanda’s pain. Reshar was already beside her. "Are you alright?" he questioned tentatively. Formula lowered her head looking dreary and sorrowful, feeling strangely as if she had encountered this scenario before.
"Amanda" she began graciously. "Thank you for your assistance; it was greatly appreciated, and I promise you that your sacrifice will not go unrewarded." Formula paused wearily "You possess the traits of a gallant huntress." she addressed more kindly. Her strength was undeniable, yet so unexpected from a lioness of comparatively slender, lithe proportions. Though not one to stereotype, she had not expected such skills from neither of the pair.
Stiokly, Formula returned to the kill, ravenously tearing a chunk of flesh from the hindquarters of the diseased animal. She dropped it promptly beside the wounded huntress, nuzzling it invitingly forewards with her nose. "Eat" Formula stated, sounding commanding more than soliciting.
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26 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Prove your worth {Pride, mirror} on: April 28, 2009, 03:16:06 PM
{OOC:// Wow, you are fast repliers <3 ILU both and FINISHED}
Formula strode eagerly after the frightened horses, each thrusting its powerful hind-legs back and forth, trying to gain as much pace as possible to avoid capture by a ravenous lioness with no other intentions but to gather herself a good meal. Her eyes remained locked on the panicked equines, their manes still and erect as if froze that way in fear just as ones hackles bristle on end at the threat of an opponent or the fear of an enemy. Two hazel tails, sparsely lined with a coat of fur, swatted vigorously as they attempted to ward off the approaching lioness. A chorus of whinnies, grunts, yowls and screeches erupted into the night as the chase ensued and the creatures darted this way and that in a vain attempt to evade the predator. Their earth-laiden hooves thundered along the ground as they galloped, mouths agape and saliva dripping from a salmon-pink tongue. In their wide pupils she saw both fear and hostility.
Her legs began to tire but her stomach drove her onwards, offering Formula an extra incentive to persist. It grumbled angrily at her, as if asking why she had not yet succeeded in apprehending her target; and she knew the answer to that. Because she had a plan, and tactics required more than blunt force and brutality to successfully execute.
The black silhouette stumbled starkly as a second form entered the chase. The light was dim, and the body appeared little more than a black speck among a carpet of ebony, virtually invisible were it not for a conspicuously light-toned pelt which almost seemed to repell the darkness and add a husky glow that looked to fluctuate like particles of dust forever drifting around this one form. Formula quickly recognised her; Amanda. Relief, coupled with a senile sense of dependency welled up inside her, for she was well aware that there was little chance of gaining any results without the intervention of others.
Amanda flanked her, cantering alongside the Emporess; it appeared that a plan was manifesting in the realm of her own mind, and hopefully this would correspond with her own ideas. To drive the animals to the river, and to apprehend them there, where the pair would have little trouble in subdueing the struggling quarry.
The two lioness' padded along almost daintly, when a shrill cry brought an echo through the savannah and chilled the very hearts of the pair that stood nearby the offending body; Formula's viridian rues peered swiftly under the cover of darkness, hoping to decipher the identity of the perpetraitor as fast as was possible; she could not be certain as of yet whether this was an ally or foe. The bounding silhouette appeared to be that of a male, his brisk mane, which lacked substance clung to his neck as he rushed towards the horses, appearing eager to drive the animals in the direction of the water. The larger of the two horses charged into the river, with little hesistation; he valued his life more than bravery. The second attempted a take off too late, and found his hind leg between the jaws of the small male. Formula quickly rushed towards him. Despite her obliviousness as to whether he was of the pride or an outsider, she too felt overpowered by instinct and the drive to bring this creature to the ground. Formula crouched breifly before springing at the flailing horse, glistening ivory canines intercepting with the tough, muscular neck of the herbivore. The sheer weight and power behind her spring made it virtually impossible for the animal not to fall, though having misjudged the horse's landing, it did not land in the river as she had anticipated. Rather it hit the ground with a thundering crash, legs still kicking deperately in a final attempt to escape it's captors. Now her attention had turned away completely from the water-bound animal and to this second stallion; Formula was well aware of the dangers they could face was the animal not quickly restrained.
"Watch it!" Formula ordered, silver fangs glistening as the moon shone upon their enamel surface. "We must subdue it as fast as possible, before it causes us harm." Now it was a matter of whether they obeyed.
along and assist. The two of them impress her, so she will choose them to go to Ukoo - simple}
The barren sky was filled with none but a few sparse, wispy clouds that stalked their way across the aquamarine plains that held them into place, some vaulting through the blank blue canvas and some wafting as the breeze carried them away. The golden grasslands no longer bore their vivid, vibrant tinge of glistening yellow but were now painted black as the night had crept over Aryion, encapsulating the savannah in a shroud of darkness. A cool breeze stirred irritably as dawn approached. Nights in Aryion were often cold and unwelcoming, and a fragile gust of wind nipped decisively at any who had the displeasure of blocking its uncompromising path. Only when the moon hung in the sky did it resort instead to taunting the clouds that covered it, hauling them through the sky and past the silver orb that provided the land with its only illumination. In the trickling stream its reflection formed, the moon glancing egotistically at itself as it drifted proudly about the sky like a lion after sourcing a fresh, untouched kill.
Ivory locks withered loosely over Formula’s ebony forehead, conspicuous against an entirely black pelt which concealed the scars of her past. The dawn grew closer, inching its way towards the land, tentatively raising its head and peering over the horizon, as if inspecting it to ensure that it could rise safely. A cool, almost chilling breeze swept past the decisive lioness, curving around her streamlined physique and swiftly brushed over her like a man’s rough comb through his dogs tangled fur. An audible snort stirred in Formula’s chest, but as it erupted from her throat only the faintest traces of a potentially powerful growl were perceptible above the sounds of the night.
Cloaked in darkness ran a pair of dun-pelted horses, wanderers more than likely, legs trotting daintily forwards and stiff manes standing erectly upon heavily muscled necks. Viridian eyes locked upon these two forms. Her stomach suddenly seemed to churn with an undeniable hunger that, no matter how she attempted to suppress it, she could not prevent from distracting her.
The grassland stilled as Formula approached.
Elegantly, the black lioness neared the strayed equines, approaching as silently as was possible with her appetite a constant distraction. Formula slunk into the golden grasses, tinged with a mixture of both navy and silver as the stars hung overhead and the night sky formed the canvas onto which they were painted. The grass seemed to quiver beneath her paws as she slowly traversed the savannah.
Formula halted as she reached the pair, both fairly large males and more than likely brothers. Perhaps they had travelled together from some time as loners, searching for a home. The thought of loneliness instilled Formula with great terror. For a lion, the pride was everything; it defined who you were, you status, your wealth. The pack was a part of you and to have that stripped of you would be a higher penalty than death itself.
Formula eyed the males as they sniffed at the air, perhaps tasting her musky scent on their breath; either way they appeared alert. Aware that they had discovered her presence, the black lioness emerged from the grassland, planning as she sprinted, her next movements. If they were to swerve to the left, into open grassland, she would drive them towards the river; should they veer right and they would soon be cornered in the mouth of an abandoned cavern. Formulas limbs thrust forewords, anticipating with her quarries actions. The noise of the chase alone was sure to warrant some attention from a fellow Aryionian; hopefully some of the femme fatals might emerge to prove their worth. Who knew? For the moment, all Formula could do was continue her apprehension of the horses.
Perhaps now she could separate the goods from the greats.
Windsearcher’s eyes brightened at her presence, though he appeared more humoured than awed. Rather regally the lion spoke.
“Yes, I’ve come to join the Aryion Pride. Might I ask for the lady’s face name?”
His words seemed flattering, seeing as his referral to her was indeed rather elegant. This she appreciated, yet Formula did not allow it to distract her from the seriousness of recruiting. Formula was aware that she had been given the opportunity to gain another member, and though the prospect of only one individual seemed at first rather dim, one single grain of rice could tip the scales.
Before she spoke, Formula began to look him over, eyes meeting his golden brown fur. He was fairly well muscled, despite his relatively small size. Her viridian eyes met his, both a golden rimmed emerald. His thick, downy mane bore a sorrell hue to it, and a forelock draped comically over his forhead. A trio of ebony markings surrounded his eyes, which removed some emphasis from his radiant green orbs. A cluster of hair ended his tail in an adrupt bobble. Ha appeared to have significant potential, and would be a useful asset to Aryion, provided he could maintain his typical polite mannerisms.
“I am Formula, Emporess of Aryion Savannah” she responded. “I am glad that new recruits like you are around” she praised; Formula was genuinely pleased with his actions.
"Now, Windshearcher, I am obliged too ask what skills you can offer the pride. Do your specialities lie in combat, or rather in tactics, or herbal remedies perhaps?" she questioned.
This was a mandatory question for any new recruits. She had do discern what rank he would be suitable for, or if indeed he was worthy of acceptance in the first place.
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32 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: April 11, 2009, 02:41:20 PM
"Of course, I will accept. And I will do my best as a Femme Fatal in the mean time." Songtail confirmed, appearing restless as the concept of ascending into a huntress of Aryion crossed her mind.
“I am glad to hear it Songtail” Formula instigated, a smile once again crossing her ebony maw. Her black tail flickered loosely, waving with subtle excitement at the prospect of filling the ranks which for so long had been neglected. Formula was certain that Songtail would fulfill her expectations.
"How many Femme Fatals are there? And who are they? I don't mean to pry but I'd like to know who my comrades will be." Songtail inquired, glancing towards the Emporess.
Formula gave a brisk chuckle, humored by her curiosity. Such inquisition came to be expected from juveniles, but for a mature lioness to display such charismatic youth was a rare and undeniably heart-warming trait. The coal black Emporess shifted a forepaw in Songtail’s direction, gesturing friendlily towards her.
“At present, there are but six femme fatals, and not all of them are properly fulfilling their acquired duties.” Formula’s head wilted a little, her bangs limply falling over viridian eyes. “There names are Dysis, Lizard, Meria, Ede, Kyana and Furaha. The first, Dysis is a conspicuous scarlet-pelted female who could be referred too as a ‘matriarch’ among femme fatals. She had been a member longer than most females who hold the rank. However, I fear you may not see much of her as she has ‘deserted’ her status. ”
A sigh erupted from Formula’s throat at the thought of the femme fatal’s current sloth. The fire had not aided their expedition to find prey, but she hoped that the event would provoke some sense of urgency within them, and result in extra commitment to finding food for the pride. After all, without them the pride had no huntresses, and thus no way of obtaining food.
Once again, Formula raised her crown, trying to evoke some lost sense of certainty and confidence that had recided deep within her. Her mouth jolted open as she spoke. “Lizard too is not very active. As for Meria, I have not heard from her for some time; I fear the worst.” The Emporess paused for a second, before picking up her sentence where she had previously left off. “Kyana is a beige female with maroon spots on her underside; be careful not to offend her for she is short of temper. Though she may appear rather ‘coarse’, she is a kindly lioness.” Formula knew that what she spoke was only bordering the truth, but she was required to assure Songtail of her rank's appeal.
“Oh, and she maintains a dislike for crocodiles” Formula added. "Furaha lacks tolerance. She prefers to get her job done without fuss; still she is fairly devoted to the pride and to her rank. You will recognise her by her distinctive red, orange and white markings." Again, Formula paused. "Ede is likely the most active of all femme fatals. Her coat is a creamy beige and her eyes light green. She is kindly, and I am sure that you will come to like her." Well, that was about all she could say. If Songtail wished to know anything specific, she should have no hesitation in asking.
Formula turned towards Songtail. "So, are you still certain that you wish to become a femme fatal?" she questioned.
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33 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: April 04, 2009, 03:39:13 PM
{OOC:// Beware of the icky postage!}
Songtail held her tongue as if shocked by her proposition. Her eyes widened a tad, only just extending from the casual slits of feline eyes into two circular orbs which were more typical of canines than of lions. As she did so, golden sheaves of grass waved tentatively underfoot, brushing against the Emporess' chest and tickling her stomach. This comparatively insignifiant factor had never before struck Formula as warranting attention of some kind; perhaps the atmosphere of night revitalised the senses that Formula had long since neglected to acknowlege.
Sontail appeared hesitant, or somewhat restrained in her answer; eventually, the words broke free from her lips. "First of all, thank you for even offering me a position in the pride, emporess Formula. I would love to show my loyalty by accepting whatever position you decide is best for me." Her voice was gentle, accepting yet showed no hit of greediness; this displayed to the Emporess her ability to employ restraint in the presence of others.
Strange as it might sound, Formula had neglected to consider which rank might suit the subordinate most; from her observations, she had determined that she was wise, thoughtful and possessed several more traits which conveyed promise to her. Perhaps the status of Lead would fit Songtail’s strengths the most and allow her to utilize her assumed skills as a huntress to the best of her abilities; talent such as her deserved not to be wasted. Formula saw great potential in the hazel eyes of the lioness, so much so that she was willing to propose her ascendance into undoubtedly one of the most reputable and vital ranks a female could possess. The position of Lead.
Formula’s maw inched upwards as a faint smile formed at the corners, slowly creeping up her head like a tarantula does up the damp walls of a secluded cave in which it chooses to make it’s home. The black lioness now seemed certain of herself and of her decision; now all that was left was to address Songtail with her suggestion. Formula briskly paced forwards, viridian eyes squinting as the light of the moon seered her pupils. She plodded her ebony rump adjacent to Songtail, narrowly invading her personal space.
“You are welcome Songtail” Formula recited, contemplating, her gaze averted as she slipped into her own thoughts. Momentarily, she said nothing, mind engulfed by a string of thoughts far to elaborate to explain. It was a second or two later before her eyes once again met Songtail’s. “I am happy to see that there are some who devote themselves to their pride; ones such as you” she continued, raising both eyebrows at Songtail, emphasizing her referral to the beige lioness. An ivory-tipped tail began to sway limply as she continued “I was hoping that you would be willing to take on the responsibility of the Lead” Formula paused once again, thinking of an explanation that would not intimidate her too such an extent. After all, the Lead played a crucial role in the survival of the pride, yet she did not want to burden the young lioness with pressures as harsh as these. Reluctantly she explained “Should you not be aware, the Lead is the lioness who is responsible for governing the hunts and her skills are regarded as unmatched by any other lioness… However” Formula implied “You would be required to have previously acquired the rank of Femme fatal before I could promote you formally.” Once again, she picked up her sentence “I will reserve said rank for you if you would like me to do so” Formula claimed, once again forming a vague smile across her cheeks.
The Emporess held Songtail in high esteem, and she longed for her to accept the rank she had offered; for in her she envisioned a great prospective.
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34 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE) on: March 31, 2009, 09:00:18 AM
{OOC:// Kayley is real busy at the moment, so I am filling in for her. Also, deleted other ooc posts}
Viridian eyes circled the immediate periphery, anticipating multitudes of applicants to swarm into Aryion grounds, keen to gain acceptance within the bulk of the pride. She envisioned huddled masses, barely contained within the borders of Aryion they were so large, that might seek admission into the savannah pride lands.
But right now, that seemed a mere figment of an ambitious imagination. The plains appeared just as barren as they typically were, the only signs of life being the agouti silhouette of a tiny mouse, scuttling back and forth between golden sheaves of grass, weaving through the desiccated, straw-like plains attempting to forage the bountiful spring harvest. Formula’s head dipped an inch or two downwards, eyed focused upon this miniscule figure, ever intrigued by its unfamiliar mannerisms. Four finely furred pink paws carried the graceful animal through the sheaves, heading in the ebony lioness’ direction. It scampered forewords, making no attempt to avoid the potentially grave consequences that could develop from his lack of caution. Bravely, the little mammal (who was still oblivious to the fact that the predator was in full view and could easily ingest him should she intend to) clambered over a mound of dirt, stopping once or twice to observe the landscape, and to survey the territory for any traces of food than dwelled nearby.
Sapphire eyes selected a single spot close by, a heap of dirt, upon which was perched the plump, juicy body of a purple raspberry, its alluring musk luring the little mouse ever closer to the feline by whom it was placed. Ivory bangs were elevated by a gust of cool wind, blowing northwards; this temporarily started the murside, who gave a swift retreat before quickly returning. Leisurely, it ventured forth, apprehending its target; the fruit. Formula sat silently, observing the behaviours of this omnivorous companion. Mice were a rare sight in the Pride lands, for the most part because they lacked adequate food suited to the diet of the creatures. Gold stalks of grass were not exactly the most extensive source of food the world could offer, and as always when a better option is available, mice (like all other creatures) would have no hesitation in taking it.
Formula watched anticipantly as the creature scuttled ever closer to its prize. It came within view, a mere foot or two from her forelimbs when a brisk, lively voice interrupted the episode, causing the mouse to flee abruptly back to the serenity of its hiding place. Its paws flailed wildly as it scrambled into the ground, shifting specks of dirt in Formula's direction.
"I am Windsearcher"
The black lioness glanced up, startled by his sudden declaration. She promptly rose to all fours, tail held erectly over a tense frame. The Emporess halted opposite him, a mass of air filling her chest as she inhaled, preparing to speak.
“Greetings, Windsearcher.” Formula began “I am correct to assume that you seek acceptance into Aryion?”
Formula looked over the male; he was relatively miniscule for a mature feline, standing not to much higher than her. His pelt bore a golden, honey-tinted shade to it, accompanied by a fading white underside. His mane was sparser than some she had seen before, but that did little to reduce his intimidating bearing. Windsearcher was relatively sinewy and lean, admirable proportions for a crew member of some sort. He wouldn’t thrive as a Brunos, for he simply did not have the stature required of a lion of that calibre.
Yet, Formula recognised potential in this male; it was just dependant upon whether he was as commendable as he appeared.
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35 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: March 27, 2009, 11:34:35 AM
Formula felt an air of relief about her, after having explained the entire situation to this second female. Of all the people she had known, she was certain that Songtail was a trustworthy ally. She could identify sincerity in a lion in the blink of an eye. Her amber eyes reflected her honesty and dependable nature.
A grin formed across Formula’s ebony maw as Songtail’s lips curved upwards in a joyful beam. Formula was glad that she had contributed to welcoming this young lioness into the pride. She foresaw a bright future in the heart of the pride, perhaps filling the esteemed rank of Consiglere, alongside Pedro. She was both wise enough and dependable enough to maintain it; the only inhibition was her confidence, or lack of it.
"Demotions?" Songtail enquired.
Songtail spoke more inquisitively than was typical of her. Yet, it was idea for her to take an interest in the “political” side of pride life, beside the typical regime of hunting, gathering and caring for youngsters. Formula inhaled, taking in a current of air, later expelling it as she spoke.
“Unfortunately so, Songtail. Many have had their ranks stripped of them in the past months.”
Formula’s viridian eyes gazed at her companion. Her beige hide appeared inconspicuous against the darkened horizon; the only part of her visible being her amber orbs which flickered like two minute candles burning intensely, offering the only vague traces of light amongst a blanket of darkness. She sat calmly, consistently well-composed with no trace of anxiety nor fear about her.
"Due to acts of treason?" she assumed "If that is the case then I hope they were not only demoted but cast out of the pride. Mutiny is something, that if left unchecked, will soon happen again,
Formula wondered what had triggered that reaction to immediately presume their disloyalty to Aryion. Either way, she would explain to her the reason behind the relegations.
“Dear Songtail, I am glad to say that no demotions have been distributed on the grounds of treason. Rather, for sloth, laziness and negligence towards the duties that came with their high rank” Formula’s head dripped solemnly as she continued “However, this could, in theory enable those who are dutiful yet unranked to gain their deserved status.” She paused for a second, regaining her composure. “We should be more careful when selecting candidates in the near future.”
Formula once again halted mid-sentence, mind bustling with incessant ideas. She breathed a heavy exhale, reiterating the same thoughts time and time an again, until eventually coming to a conclusion. She would offer Songtail rank. She had firstly been slightly reluctant to suggest her obtaining status, but thanks to her wit and charisma when discussing the course of action against mutiny, Formula had assured herself that Songtail could be trusted with the burden of rank.
“Songtail, I have a proposition for you. Would you consider a rank of some kind? You have every right to refuse, if you judgement dictates that you would be unable to uphold it.” She would leave it up to her wheher she chose to accept her offer.
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36 Roleplay / The Books / Those not on the members list MUST read! on: March 26, 2009, 11:25:33 AM
I have recently noticed a few people who are RPing in Aryion, who I have neglacted to add to the members list. So, if you are one of them, post this...
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