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37 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: March 22, 2009, 10:34:30 AM
Ebony ears pricked alertly as a multitude of herbivorous fauna dashed past their locality, appearing mere specks in the shadow of the moons intense silver glow. Spiraling horns adorned the tan faces of each antelope, who’s lively gait appeared to elevate them towards the heavens. Viridian eyes watched their actions intently, looking for any weakened animals amongst the herd. They reminded her that she belonged to something, just as the antelope did; what more could life offer?
"Well, excuse me for saying, but nothing drove me here. I chose to come of my own accord. I really had no idea where I was going so I kind of just...well," Songtail paused, considering her new notion. “Stumbled upon this place. It seemed like a place that I could thrive in so I sought after acceptance. I believe the scout that found me was-" she paused again "Rush? I can't really remember."
That name brought instant recognition. Formula was fairly well acquainted with Rush, primarily because her high status. She didn’t know her personally, but well enough to recognize her name. The lioness gave a minor chuckle at her mention.
Before she were able to continue the conversation, the herd of antelope that had observed the predators nearby came to an immediate halt, lengthy beige ears perked intently to study the movements of the pair. A trio of roosting birds took to the skies with the grace of an impala leaping majestically to elude the grasp of a stalking huntress. Their movements were almost hypnotic; they brought to her mind the thought that she once debated over whether to join this land. But now, she wouldn’t want anything else. She had it all; a pride at her command, loyal subjects, but most of all she had companions. Her unsurpassed acquaintance was undoubtedly Belle, the comare.
"If you wouldn't mind...could you describe Aryion to me? The governing processes, the landmarks, the members... "I mean, no one's told me about it really. I just know what I've heard: that the game was good and the pride was exceptional."
“Gladly” the ebony feline began. She was pleased that one would take an interest in the dynamics of the pride. Most would disregard this, seeing it as irrelevent. But she desired to know, and that longing for knowledge impressed Formula. She knew that Songtail had great promise, and already a secure future within the pride.
"Firstly, you are probably aware that I and Belle govern this land. Before us ruled the previous Don, a male named Fortune. He passed on a while back." Formula gave a respectful tilt of her head at the mentioning of his name; though she knew little of him, it was only polite to honour those passed on.
"As for landmarks, well there are few here" Formula continued, sounding a little more exuberant. "Aryion is comprised of a massive stretch of savannah, with few significant features to point out. It is simply acres of grassland. During the wetter seasons, the grass grows lush and full, and the herds return to feast on the bountiful new harvest; that is the best time to hunt... during the summer. The weather patterns are quite unusual; summer is primarily the time when rain prevails over sunshine." Formula paused for a moment or two, before redirecting her focus to the conversation in which she was currently involved.
"At this point in time, our members are lacking; that is the reason that I appproached Belle in the first place with the request to obtain leadership of the pride. To bring it back from the brink and hopefully bring fresh faces into Aryion lands. Whether those efforts were in vain or not, well only time will tell" Formula's head wilted a little, and her jet-black ears drooped down onto her crest. "Still" she continued in a voice that were more uplifting "we are recruiting more members, and things seem to be looking up. There have been some demotions recently, but we hope that those spots will be filled with those who are devout to their cause instead."
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38 Roleplay / The Books / Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE -- OPEN) on: March 16, 2009, 04:37:34 PM
[OOC: So Kayley and I have decided to start a mass acceptance thread. Now, in order to post here you must post your characters profile of your first post and write cheese so I know you have read this. I mean it's not that much to read ...really?]
Aryion evenings were cool and quiet in the spring time. The wind bore a tepid, welcoming air initiating the beginning of months of prosperity; a stunning bouquet of blossoms, all dazzling with brightly-coloured radiance bloomed around this time of year. The golden grasses which housed the lions of Aryion were at their most lush and the previously scarce numbers of prey were steadily increasing. The rubble that the fire had brought had disintegrated, casting a mellow, eery glow in the remnants of it's presence. But still, things were looking up for the pride.
What more fortune could one feline wish for?
Formula’s trim physique descended upon a rock on the edge of the savannah, lying reverently in the dimming sunlight, lead claws rasping against the desiccated earth at her feet. Her mind buzzed with incessant contemplations; life had not gone well recently. For a start, Aryion’s activity was dwindling beyond the point of no return, or so it appeared. Secondly, her friend and co-Alpha Belle had run into trouble recently at the hands of the illustrious Phobos, who had intended to stake claim to the throne of the pride. Thankfully his attempts had failed, but what were to prevent more delinquents from arriving in Aryion? The pride were on the verge of scrounging for activity. Why now had numbers fallen so low; had she not ruled well? Was she not as competent a leader as she had once envisioned? As she hung her head limply toward the floor, the white frock which adorned her poll fell dazedly along with it. A single crystallized tear crept across the corners of emerald eyes, eventually sent crashing down onto the soil below.
Her jet-black tail swayed tensely in the cool evening sunlight, which highlighted her ebony pelt into contrasting gradients from olive-tinged brown to an intense black. Draped over her forehead, an ivory frock, highlighted with streaks of viridian swayed loosely in the light breeze which swept past her face. Formula breathed a deep, remorseful sigh as she inhaled a wisp of clear, unadulterated air. The duty and obligation of an Alpha is not to be underestimated. She remained quiet, not daring to speak, deeply immersed in her own thoughts. Seconds passed like hours for the ambitious lioness.
As night drew closer, Formula rose to her feet, steadily and effortfully until obtaining verticality. She snorted through ochre nostrils in a way that gave the impression of both confidence and utter obviousness. An ebony muzzle glanced towards the sky, now an intense navy-black and speckled with silver lanterns which hung in the shadow of the great blue moon. “Aryion, don’t fail me” she whispered to herself. Formula had concocted a precarious idea.
She knew of course that it would have been far more logical to consult Belle beforehand, but Aryion was in such dire need of recruits that it was urgent enough to go through with it on her own accord. Elevating her maw an inch or two from level, Formula cried to the heavens.
“All those who wish to belong to Aryion, come and join me!” .
Formula was thoroughly engulfed in passion as she spoke. Aryion needed applicants one way or another and she longed that those who were devout would arrive at her call. Now, all she could do was wait, staring unto the horizon for the first signs of life.
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39 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: March 14, 2009, 03:33:03 PM
Songtail immediately lowered her head with the realization that she was in a discussion with the co-leader of Aryion. Until this point she had obviously now realised exactly who she was addressing, but generally that was better when it came to constructing a conversation. The majority of lions, with the knowledge of her regal status, appeared totally depleted of even the most basic social skills; some kept their lips sealed not daring to let a single sound pass their maw. Songtail, though formal and respectful, didn’t hesitate to initiate a discussion to her.
From ebony lips came a brisk chuckle, before continuing.
"Well...in the fact that I can remember most of my past, yes, your majesty. But as far as excitement goes.” This comment was followed by an uncomfortable silence; Songtail seemed immersed in her thoughts. Answering her query, Songtail began “Not exactly. I simply left home and came here after a bit of wandering.”
Formula knew that all to well; if was not by far as embellished as it might seem. The carefree joys of prancing unescorted through unknown lands might seem a gallant adventure for a young pup to undertake, but the reality was much harsher. Nomads struggled to scavenge enough food to maintain significant body weight, many falling victim to starvation or attack after trespassing into the territory of another pack or individual. She knew, for she herself had lived that experience, not for a long period, but one significant enough to deter her from getting into the same situation twice. Her head wilted a little at her recollections.
Again, Songtail would contemplate her statement for a second or two, as if weighing up the advantages and disadvantages in her mind. This was a good attribute for one to possess; the ability to think before you speak, so to say. It was often known of animals just like Formula herself who would commit deeds with no consideration of the results they might carry with them. She herself could at one point exemplify this rather lackluster approach to life; but those days were long gone.
"Truthfully, Songtail began in response to her question, “I haven't thought about. Before I came to the pride I'd thought about how it would be to have a position or place of power but not since I've entered your lands. I'm sure all cubs dream of being a princess or scout, your majesty. I was no exception. But there are many power hungry cats lurking in the shadows. How can you be sure that I'm not one of them?"
This lion was intelligent, in fact more intelligent than most. Many would have leapt at this offer, but she remained reserved, questioning indeed why she thought Songtail would be deserving of a rank. This appealed to Formula greatly, who believed unwaveringly in the saying that brains triumph over brawn; after all, tactics in battle counted more than sheer strength did they not?
"I appreciate your honesty Songtail; and really there are no need for formalities such as your majesty" she replied, casting a amicable glance at the younger lioness. She had taken an almost immediate liking to her, something which was a rarity for the otherwise judgemental Formula. She appeared knowledgeable in a sense that she knew what life could throw at you having experienced it first hand, and thus had learned from those occurences; this was an attribute absent from many lions she had known. Before they should leave, Formula had one more question to ask. Inhaling gently, the ebony lioness pursed her lips, in preparation to speak.
“What drove you to Aryion?” Formula enquired, galvanizing a response.
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40 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: March 05, 2009, 03:42:18 PM
Giving her a faint smile, Songtail began "I was born near a large forest. Where it seemed like the clouds would get caught in the treetops. My mother left when I was young and I left soon after her. But you should tell me about yourself." Strangely enough, this new face seemed fascinated by her origins. She supposed that as long as she was genuinely curious, she would have no adversity towards answering. However, she herself knew little of her own past, strange as it might sound. Formula paused for a moment, perplexed. All she could say was this.
“Well, being honest I know little of my own heritage my friend. It remains as anonymous to me as it does to you. All I know is that I can to Aryion a year ago. I remained a subordinate for a while, until Belle and I engaged in an altercation in an attempt to increase Aryion’s dwindling activity. Eventually we came to a conclusion; she and I would rule together.”
Formula felt a hint of sadness drift throughout her body as she utered these words, her ivory bangs wilting over an ebony forhead. That was all she could say for the time being; strangely enough she knew little of her background, and to be frank she hadn’t pondered it to a great extent. But her ethos would conflict with his, after all Formula did not care for dwelling on the past, even if it were to contemplate on her history. Perhaps Songtail had something a little more arousing to say than she did; yet she did not seem to wish to talk freely about it. Perchance she might need a little prompting.
“I am sure that you must have a more interesting past than I"
Hopefully, this would provide Formula an insight into the intricate mind of his female, Songtail. She knew little of her subjects, and haste had to be employed if they had any chance of forming a united clan. Unity was essential for any clan, no matter what species comprised it. Formula was passionate about this; the entire reason that she had attempted to take the throne was to decrease Aryion's sloth and laziness. Though small, this was a good start.
By now, the lioness’ aggression had faded completely, replaced by a mixture of both inquisitiveness and respectfulness. Formula stared philosophically at Songtail, wondering if in fact she deserved more than she had been offered. Whether or not she was ambitious, and whether she chose to mention it was beyond Formula’s interpretation but, empathy once again overruling her sense of judgment, Formula widened her maw saying “Songtail, have you ever longed for something here; a rank maybe?”
That was all she would say for now. Perhaps she had desired a rank of some form, but never had the opportunity to request it; and even if she didn't, Songtail had every right to refuse her advances, though that wouldn't stand her in good stead to deny a monarch. Loping elegantly towards the mouth of the cave, Formula truned, viridian eyes glinting in the moonlight like a Blackblood dires do when plagued by the Fury which grows inside it, giving the clouded femme a kindly smile. She turned away, enticing the second female to follow. Her tail flickered fluently as she slowly sauntered though the damp mouth of the cave, entering the dimly lit svannah.
Above her, a collage of stars illuminated a sapphire sky; magnificent weren't they. So enticing, so radiant, so beautiful. Each shone with the intensity of a thousand suns, traversing the sky through the same endless route each night. Formula tipped her head upwards to gaze at their wonders. "Beautiful, aren't they?" she asked, almost subconsiously.
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41 Roleplay / The Books / Re: First up, the Ginormous Lions. on: March 03, 2009, 03:09:17 PM
{Nighteyes: lol, sorry}
{Nitque: hai}
This tawny fellow seemed to have no trouble in asserting himself, though his was not to her liking; his overconfidence unnerved the cautious lioness. The other appeared to disregard his remark, in a way that says “he’s always been like this, don’t bother trying”. It was quite humorous seeing the contrast between the travellers; one were a light pelted figure, thingyy and exuberant almost to a fault, whilst the second bore a dismal ebony hide, and appeared slightly ashamed by his co-nomads antics. The Emporess gave the patchwork sabre a reproving stare, to assure him that he knew where he stood, not that he was likely to take much notice. Formula, though attempting to establish her dominance over the two juveniles, didn’t too much care for conflict. Granted she was larger in stature than the pair, but armed with their formidable dentistry the two sabres could inflict more harm that was immediately apparent.
Formula would never underestimate any potential opponent.
To her however, their antics were humorous in spite of their intrusion upon the territory of others. Before long, a conversation ensued between the pair, their quiet voices soon growing into more direct ones until the first, apparently named Kobe enquired "Did you ever happen to see a darkish sabre with long hair not unlike yours pass through? He also has a long tail, unlike us."
Formula immediately recognized the subject to which he was referring. The grey, somber toned little sabre that had trespassed not long before their arrival. His redundancy astounded her; this little one was very quiet, keeping to himself the majority of the time and barely conversing with anybody in this alien territory which he had entered. Understandable, but since it was likely he would be here a while, he may as well. Kaosu was his name, wasn’t it? What confused her most was why these two wanted to see him; surely they could not be related? There was barely any resemblance between the two of them; for starters this Kobe had a short tail typical of a smilodont (notably ones whose origins lay in Stone claw) whilst the one in question possessed a long, downy one, speckled with various tones of grey. Rather different to the orange and hazel physique of the patchwork sabre who stood before her. Formula didn’t wish to be rude to the pair, but that information was strictly classified for only a select few to know; and they did not fit into that category.
“We’re guests here.” The darker sabre added. At least they knew the regime; recite their business with Aryion and she would either accept or deny them access to the land. Formula, tipping he head a tad, began “whether or not I have seen this sabre is not for you to know young ones.” The coal-black lioness paused for a second, recounting her thoughts in her mind.
Suddenly, a strong scent enveloped the air around where she sat, lingering as does the stench of a rotting carcase several days after decomposition has commenced. It was familiar, but by far not the usual musk that filled the savannahs...it certainly wasn't a lion. It unnerved her a little, though she tried not to convey it in the presence of these two rouges. “I suppose you are permitted to sightsee, provided you do not cause any trouble. Our guards are on the alert if you warant trouble.” She gazed over at the patchwork sabre, making it fairly obvious that this comment was directed at him. His mischeivious nature might forsee him as an intruder, or even a threat to the pride. She knew he wasn't, but how were the others to know?
Formula shuffled backwards, hightening her posture a tad so as not to appear yeilding to the sabres demands. Subtly, she leered backwards slightly, trying to discern the silhouette which stood motionless not to far from the site where she stood. Though her bangs inhibited her view, it was not impossible to see in the darkness yet it made it all the more laborious. Anxiety raced throughout her entire body as she slowly pieced together to puzzle of the form...who was this anomaly?
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42 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: February 23, 2009, 03:12:39 PM
Formula seemed slightly amused by this new face. She appeared inquisitive in a way that conveyed a juvenile instinct rather than the composure of an adult lioness. It was a pleasant change from the typically serious demeanour of the majority of Aryion lions, who were infatuated by some desire to maintain their apparent dignity. She appeared dignified and prideful, but not to a fault... but like all felines, she upheld a look of majesty, a trait especially prominent in lions. Her eyes loomed over Formula’s ebony frame, veering from her slender neck downward, along her barrel until reaching her ivory-tipped tail. Two brown orbs peered down her lithe forelimbs, until eventually swerving upwards so that her hazel eyes met with the Emporess’.
As well as this, it didn’t seem as if she was aware of her status. This was a fine example of just how lacking in activity and communication Aryion was at this point in time; even the monarchy was not known by their subjects and vice versa. Formula was desperate for that to change, and sooner or later, she vowed it would. Perhaps this one minute encounter could initiate something. She gazed over at her, attempting to discern the identity of the lioness. It was apparent both to her and the companion that they were not familiar.
“My name is Songtail, Song for short."
Songtail, the black lioness thought. A fitting name for such an attractive female like herself, with rosettes adorning a tawny base coat, tipped with occasional hues of various different tones of colour. Rather a “traditional” pelt, in a loose sense of the word. It indicated a heritage perhaps not as obvious as Formula had first assumed. But still, she had the chance to discover her minutiae in time. She had plenty of it.
Songtail paused for a moment before daring to continue. Maybe she was considering her following actions before she blurted out a jumbled mass of indiscernible chatter. Formula did the same for a single moment. She began to reflect upon the current impression she had gained so far on Songtail. Formula recognised a Blackblood Dire-like name when she heard one; she had the experience of dealing with them, though preferred not to mention that fact all too often. Maybe she’d descended from the outlands? Formula halted her assumptions as soon as it was evident that the lioness was ready to speak.
"I don't suppose it's been too long. Of course, it depends on what you consider a long time but really I've only been here for two complete moon cycles. So a little over two months-almost three, I guess."
Fairly inexperienced, Formula thought eyes averted to one side to avoid appearing a threat. It was impossible to gather half of the information of Aryion, the customs, the rankings, it was utterly incomprehensible in such a short space of time. The ebony pantherine paced a step or two further ahead, remaining composed and maintaining her usual carriage, head held high and tail curved obtusely upward with ivory tip aimed upwards.
"I hope that you come to like it in Aryion. As you might be able to tell, we are lacking in members; that may be why no-one has been able to assist you in finding your feet. I must say I am intrigued by your name; where might you be from?" Formula's voice rang clear and gentle, in a maternal way that conveyed not only the facade of a Queen, but also of a mother. A warm smile spread across her coal-black jaws, assuring Songtail that she was a kindly monarch.
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43 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: February 19, 2009, 11:56:59 AM
Hazel eyes awoke, startled as the Emporess made her presence known. Formula positioned herself erectly in front of the clouded female, assuring her of the lioness’ dominance. It was not often that Formula purposely conveyed herself in a powerful fashion, but given this lioness’ unpredictable and seemingly hostile character, she though it safer to assume a controlling stance. She raised her ivory-tipped tail in a swiftly accent above her broad forehead, and then abruptly brought it down in a swooping decent to the floor. Her eyes stared ominously into those of the intruding body, deep viridian orbs glaring intensely into the darkness of the cave in which she settled.
But there was no need. The lioness was reluctant in opening her eyes, for one reason or another. Perhaps she was intimidated by the humble figure who leered above her, or (although unlikely) she might simply be reclusive. It had been known, but it was doubtful that a lion displaying this charisma only a moment or two beforehand would somehow alternate into a shy, reluctant one.
The ominous lioness seemed almost intrigued by her, looking her over and sampling her scent to discern whom she might be. It became apparent that she was soon aware of her regal rank, and she displayed it be a polite tip of the head, accompanied by averted gaze. Subordination was always a good feature when striving for the monarchs liking.
"Nothing troubles me exactly. I just don't know my way around the savannah and nobody has the decency to help me."
She spoke in quite an abrupt fashion, not employing restraint in the slightest when commenting upon the manner of life in Aryion. Granted, the inhabitants were not exactly delightfully exuberant, but that was not to say that they were not willing to extend a welcoming paw to a comrade. After all, most lion’s primary instinct is too be part of something; to belong to a pride. Maybe her inhospitality was the route cause of her opinionating remark.
Formula did not understand her resentment. Sure, she may have been denied company but that did not imply that Aryion members lacked decency. Yet, at the same time she felt some ounce of pity for the lioness. She appeared to harbor feelings of dislike toward the pride, or life in general, undoubtedly due to some unpredicted and likely traumatic experience that had taken place some time in her past though she tried to recede the thoughts to the back of her mind. She knew how that felt; empathy overruled Formula, especially in situations that held personal significance.
“If you would allow me, I would happily oblige in familiarizing you with Aryion’s savannah. If you wish to stay here, it should come of some help to you”. Formula smiled warmly, gesturing friendlily toward the lioness “Might I know your name? I am Formula”. She turned, enticing the femme forewords amicably.
"Have you been with the pride long?" she enquired. If she were to associate herself with the female, she would at least need to know a little about her, even the most minor details. Formula took a brisk pace forewards, claws rasping against the sodden earth at her feet, hoping that she would follow.
[ewww nasty post, sorry]
Sodden soil bore the weight of the ebony lioness known as Formula, her coat damp from the preceding rain that encapsulated Aryion during the cool winter months of the savannah. Dismal storm clouds leered over the ground, encapsulating the earth below in a blanket of grey. Formula peered up at the lavender sky, immersed in a sea of ivory clouds which vaulted high above them like playful yearlings, encircling the perimeter of Aryion. The plains were still and silent; strangely empty. A cool breeze crept toward the motionless figure, standing erect upon a small, crumbling ridge near to the borders.
Formula gave a disheartened sigh, as her slender head wilted downwards as a rose does in its final days in full bloom, before it must finally surrender to the fury of winters wrath. Perhaps Formula could just declare herself defeated. It was far simpler than enduring the storms that life brought with it; but her eyes bore a faint shimmer of hope, masked by a rather depressive cover.
The jet-black femme sought shelter from the despondent cast-over, settling eventually upon a gritty rock adjacent to a rather large, haggard acacia. It’s ageless body and frail appearance disheartened the already anguished lioness; it brought back terrible memories of times long past; of her loneliness. Only upon joining and ultimately claiming the pride had she found companionship, and even so interactions were relatively scarce. Aryion lacked in members, and thus lacked any incentive to remain active; but Formula longed for it to be.
No-one seemed intent on socializing in the slightest.
She breathed deeply, exhaling with regularization through mahogany nostrils which flared as she did so. Her lithe forelimbs hung over the chalky corners of her resting spot, her eyes fixed on the landscape which lie before her. She had not ventured into the savannah unintentionally; her purpose was merely to seek company in the lifeless plains of Aryion. It was strange just how few of her subjects she knew personally; if she were to gain the respect of her followers she would be required to acknowledge them individually.
Formula was abruptly alerted by a call which pierced the silence of the wilderness. It conveyed aggression, even so far as to be branded challenging. Formula leapt to her feet, stumbling slightly as she did so in her rush to apprehend the perpetrator. Whether the source were amiable or no, Formula was sure to investigate.
Dust flew in all directions as the Emporess came to a screeching halt a foot or two from the caller. Her fur stood on end, brisk and erect. Employing caution, Formula stepped forwards. “Might you be to one who roared but a moment ago?” Formula questioned interrogatively. Her expression was stern, betraying her usually lenient character. “Might I ask what troubles you” she enquired, hoping to divert from the seriousness of the situation.
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47 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Destruction ((PRIDE PLOT STARTS. ALL POST)) on: February 17, 2009, 02:32:33 PM
Viridian eyes examined the savannah before them, darting back and fore rapidly whilst an ebony figure stood motionlessly amidst plains of gold. A great panic arose in the mind of the Emporess, and flooded through her body at the sight of coal-black flames encapsulating a usually barren sky. Word had spread of fire in Aryion, but none so serious as to warrant specific acknowledgement from the Queen; though she attempted to disregard this claims on the principle that they were merely rumors, Formula could not deny the reality of the situation at hand.
Formula turned toward the crowd which had congregated not far from her resting spot, mind encapsulated by a thousand troublesome images and unlikely scenarios. Faster than she had ever anticipated, Formula bounded in the direction of the gathering, each stride covering sufficient ground and landing her directly beside Belle, to converge with the anguished group. Despite her relatively short run, Formula was thoroughly exasperated from the immensity of the entire situation.
She glanced at her shrieking pride mates, anxiety seething through her entire body. She grasped recurrently, trying to retain some breath in her body. Around them, a barrier of continuously rising flames engulfed the crowd, scorching the earth at their feet and drawing ever nearer towards the group. Formula was utterly panic-stricken. She could not find it in her to speak for a moment or two, she simply stared in astonishment as the flames continued their ascendance. She stood tentatively and motionless, until coming to the eventual realization that Aryion relied on her contribution to escape the flames.
Her ivory frock fluctuated wildly as she pelted back and forth, attempting to count each pride member as she ran. Phobos…Serenity…an initate or two and the ever-dutiful border guards. She had no initiative to discern the identity of each member, but registered them rather by number. Only a select few she knew from sight, Phobos being one of them; but he seemed renowned amongst Aryion members at the moment. Of course, she easily recognized Belle, who appeared to control the situation with her usual authority.
The pride seemed attentive to the words of an experienced leader. But did she fit the requirements? This is no time to think Formula! she scorned herself beneath her breath. “"Everyone okay?" Belle questioned. She was undoubtedly devoted to the welfare of her pride, and now it was time for her to do the same.
“…” as she was about to speak, the aflame skeleton of a gnarled tree came tumbling down to the ground, dispersing loose ash from its scorched trunk at the congregation. She flung her head backwards to avoid the burning embers spewing from its bark. In a hostile tone Formula cried “Watch out!”. She pounced forewords, dodging the flames brought upon the ground by the fallen tree. Formula peered behind her, to see Belle digging ravenously at the soil, gradually extinguishing the flames. What a clever idea! Thrusting her lithe bulk toward the floor, she continued to replicate the Commare's actions.
"Everybody, begin to dig. It will extinquish the flames!" she exclaimed hoarsely, in a manner that conveyed more anxiety than confidence. Her tail waved tentativey, anticipating the pride to respond.
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48 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Pride before Manners [Acceptance] on: February 16, 2009, 04:11:53 PM
[OOC: I am not entirely sure if auto-acceptance is still open, but if not then voila, but since this was post before it was opened I'll write anyways]
Ebony paws lie daintily upon the desiccated earth of the golden savannah, tucked tightly beneath the slender physique of the Emporess. Her mahogany nostrils inhaled and exhaled uniformly, with each breath a current of air wafting across the plains and vaulting between the dry, delicate grassland. The dry, warm air weaved around the silent body of the sleeping lioness, who seemed entranced in her tranquil slumber.
This time of any was fairly calm; acceptance was waning and though the consequences could potentially disadvantage Aryion in that it received fewer applicants, it also lessened the pressure on the Queen to accept them. To be truthful, it was not her favorite pastime. The incessant pressures of constantly answering the calls of others, whichever state she might currently be enjoying; whether sleeping or awake, the lioness was obliged to traverse Aryion’s savannah to intersect with them. This was followed by the process of assessment, and lastly (should the hopeful meet the standards Aryion required) assignation of rank.
Thankfully, this noon appeared serene, an uncommon occurrence which Formula relished.
Fluffy white clouds drew ever-closer to the lioness’ resting place, encapsulating her in a seemingly eternal state of shadiness. Formula uttered a quiet, subtle sigh as she stretched her sleek forelimbs, and her olive face contorted into a grin. A faint smile spread across her jaws, revealing conspicuously pungent canines bordered on either side by a pair of rounded incisors, ivory-toned from years of wear. Before surrendering herself to sleep, Formula scanned the landscape one last time, to assure herself that the security of Aryion had not been breached in any manner.
Formulas emerald orbs flickered from side to side, across the horizon until a form was spotted amongst the grass. “Nay it be another intruder” the lioness groaned, rising to her feet. Over the weeks, Aryion had been engulfed with a mass of setbacks, from a direct challenge to the monarchy to an intrusion from the nobility of Stoneclaw in the form of the juvenile Kaosu. Might this be another challenger?
A well conditioned frame stalked through the savannah, each pace rising tensely as the Emporess picked up a swift canter toward her target. She reduced pace as she came within view of the anonymous figure, lying on the borders. She seemed respectful of the borderline, and that would stand her in fair stead when considering her suitability as a member. Formula approached with uncertainty, glaring at the new body through deep viridian eyeballs.
Formula raised her head slightly, assuring the newcomer that she commanded these lands. “Ma’am, might you be aware that these are the borders of Aryion savannah?” Formula enquired, halting a foot or two from the border. “Might I ask your name, and what business you seek in these lands”. Formula plodded her slender flanks upon the ground, and awaited a response from the outlander. If she did seek to join the pride, she would answer, if not she would hold her tongue and leave before retaliation was employed.
She smiled a warm, confident smile in the direction of the newcomer, assuring her that she was not hostile. It was curteous to welcome anyone seeking acceptance; it encouraged them all the more.
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49 Roleplay / The Books / Re: First up, the Ginormous Lions. on: February 15, 2009, 03:50:25 PM
(WOOOO first post with Formula!)
The aqua sky bore an air of emptiness, as desolate and lifeless as the plains bellow. Dismal storm clouds drew nearer, lessening the typical vivacity of Aryion. Dust-laden paws rose over barren soil, with each footfall scooping specks of sand and dirt through the air and depositing them harmoniously upon the ground from which they’d originated. Titanium claws rasped the scorching earth, leaving behind a remnant of their presence in the form of a deep imprint caste perfectly in the dessicated land.
A poised figure wandered amongst the golden plains of Aryion , ebony hide conspicuous against a golden savannah, enveloped in deep thought. Worry engulfed the Queen’s mind, cutting into it like a razor. Time had brought change, and with this change came disruption. The previously idyllic kingdom had slowly deteriorated, and she was determined to revitalize it from the peak of despair.
Formula often enjoyed sessions of intense thought, although they frequently disrupted her from concentration on more important matters.
The lithe black lion settled beside the body of a large, gnarled acacia, wilting in the center of the savannah. Her white frock draped over her forehead as she sighed deeply to herself. Emerald eyes peered into the distance, beyond the transition where the land met the sky. Scanning the endless plains, they caught sight of an anomaly in the grasslands, coupled with an immense cry which rattled past the rounded ears of the Emporess. She could not discern the exact nature of the call; was it one of acceptance, or challenge even? Highly doubtful, but the possibility could not be ruled out.
Formula rose to her feet, steadily regaining her balance in a rather erratic manner. Through moist nostrils, the black Queen gave a brusque snort, wary of the probability that these ominous forms intended to intrude on Aryion lands. White paws carried her ever closer to her quarry. At this point, she had no way of telling whether these intruding bodies intended to be amicable or no, but Formula would remain alert until their innocence was confirmed. Until then, she enforced vigilance upon the two unknown persons. As she neared the intruders, the lioness realized the nature of the intruders. Two, one juvenile sabre and the other a little older. Still, despite their relatively sedate posture, Formula approached in a precautious manner, remaining suspicious of their presence.
Appearing from the grasslands abruptly in a startling entry, Formula stared into the amber eyes of the invading force, assuring the cat that she was not willing to compromise; it was either her way of the highway. Before she attempted to compose a sentence, Formula observed the pair. One, a fairly stocky auburn male with a patchwork coat of orange, white, grey and black. Quite a collage, to say the least. The second bore a rather monotonous coat of darker hues, almost exclusively black and grey. He appeared the elder of the two, with a massive bulk that induced a quiver which ran through Formula‘s olive hide.
Stepping forward confidently, masking her inner nervousness Formula began “I am obliged to ask the two of you....firstly, who might you be and second, what business you seek with Aryion?” ” her voice harsh with anxiety. Whether they chose to respond was their decision, but she was sure to enforce the fact that if they were not compliant they could face a harsh penalty. Lions were not reknowned for their mercy, nor hospitality.
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50 Character Related / Character Trading / Re: Formula -- Emporess Of Aryion [Deadline: WINNAR] on: February 10, 2009, 05:52:23 PM
Okay -- I know I said I would keep this open for three more days to wait for people.
But if you wanted to send in a tryout -- I'm pretty sure you would have posted for now.
And Nezumi's tryout had too much win in it to pass up. C:
So I'd like to declare Nezumi as the winner.
Please contact me for more information -- and I will get the account linked to your account as soon as possible.
Thank-you.
C:
Ebony ears pricked alertly as a multitude of herbivorous fauna dashed past their locality, appearing mere specks in the shadow of the moons intense silver glow. Spiraling horns adorned the tan faces of each antelope, who’s lively gait appeared to elevate them towards the heavens. Viridian eyes watched their actions intently, looking for any weakened animals amongst the herd. They reminded her that she belonged to something, just as the antelope did; what more could life offer?
"Well, excuse me for saying, but nothing drove me here. I chose to come of my own accord. I really had no idea where I was going so I kind of just...well," Songtail paused, considering her new notion. “Stumbled upon this place. It seemed like a place that I could thrive in so I sought after acceptance. I believe the scout that found me was-" she paused again "Rush? I can't really remember."
That name brought instant recognition. Formula was fairly well acquainted with Rush, primarily because her high status. She didn’t know her personally, but well enough to recognize her name. The lioness gave a minor chuckle at her mention.
Before she were able to continue the conversation, the herd of antelope that had observed the predators nearby came to an immediate halt, lengthy beige ears perked intently to study the movements of the pair. A trio of roosting birds took to the skies with the grace of an impala leaping majestically to elude the grasp of a stalking huntress. Their movements were almost hypnotic; they brought to her mind the thought that she once debated over whether to join this land. But now, she wouldn’t want anything else. She had it all; a pride at her command, loyal subjects, but most of all she had companions. Her unsurpassed acquaintance was undoubtedly Belle, the comare.
"If you wouldn't mind...could you describe Aryion to me? The governing processes, the landmarks, the members... "I mean, no one's told me about it really. I just know what I've heard: that the game was good and the pride was exceptional."
“Gladly” the ebony feline began. She was pleased that one would take an interest in the dynamics of the pride. Most would disregard this, seeing it as irrelevent. But she desired to know, and that longing for knowledge impressed Formula. She knew that Songtail had great promise, and already a secure future within the pride.
"Firstly, you are probably aware that I and Belle govern this land. Before us ruled the previous Don, a male named Fortune. He passed on a while back." Formula gave a respectful tilt of her head at the mentioning of his name; though she knew little of him, it was only polite to honour those passed on.
"As for landmarks, well there are few here" Formula continued, sounding a little more exuberant. "Aryion is comprised of a massive stretch of savannah, with few significant features to point out. It is simply acres of grassland. During the wetter seasons, the grass grows lush and full, and the herds return to feast on the bountiful new harvest; that is the best time to hunt... during the summer. The weather patterns are quite unusual; summer is primarily the time when rain prevails over sunshine." Formula paused for a moment or two, before redirecting her focus to the conversation in which she was currently involved.
"At this point in time, our members are lacking; that is the reason that I appproached Belle in the first place with the request to obtain leadership of the pride. To bring it back from the brink and hopefully bring fresh faces into Aryion lands. Whether those efforts were in vain or not, well only time will tell" Formula's head wilted a little, and her jet-black ears drooped down onto her crest. "Still" she continued in a voice that were more uplifting "we are recruiting more members, and things seem to be looking up. There have been some demotions recently, but we hope that those spots will be filled with those who are devout to their cause instead."
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38 Roleplay / The Books / Upon the fields of gold (MASS ACCEPTANCE -- OPEN) on: March 16, 2009, 04:37:34 PM
[OOC: So Kayley and I have decided to start a mass acceptance thread. Now, in order to post here you must post your characters profile of your first post and write cheese so I know you have read this. I mean it's not that much to read ...really?]
Aryion evenings were cool and quiet in the spring time. The wind bore a tepid, welcoming air initiating the beginning of months of prosperity; a stunning bouquet of blossoms, all dazzling with brightly-coloured radiance bloomed around this time of year. The golden grasses which housed the lions of Aryion were at their most lush and the previously scarce numbers of prey were steadily increasing. The rubble that the fire had brought had disintegrated, casting a mellow, eery glow in the remnants of it's presence. But still, things were looking up for the pride.
What more fortune could one feline wish for?
Formula’s trim physique descended upon a rock on the edge of the savannah, lying reverently in the dimming sunlight, lead claws rasping against the desiccated earth at her feet. Her mind buzzed with incessant contemplations; life had not gone well recently. For a start, Aryion’s activity was dwindling beyond the point of no return, or so it appeared. Secondly, her friend and co-Alpha Belle had run into trouble recently at the hands of the illustrious Phobos, who had intended to stake claim to the throne of the pride. Thankfully his attempts had failed, but what were to prevent more delinquents from arriving in Aryion? The pride were on the verge of scrounging for activity. Why now had numbers fallen so low; had she not ruled well? Was she not as competent a leader as she had once envisioned? As she hung her head limply toward the floor, the white frock which adorned her poll fell dazedly along with it. A single crystallized tear crept across the corners of emerald eyes, eventually sent crashing down onto the soil below.
Her jet-black tail swayed tensely in the cool evening sunlight, which highlighted her ebony pelt into contrasting gradients from olive-tinged brown to an intense black. Draped over her forehead, an ivory frock, highlighted with streaks of viridian swayed loosely in the light breeze which swept past her face. Formula breathed a deep, remorseful sigh as she inhaled a wisp of clear, unadulterated air. The duty and obligation of an Alpha is not to be underestimated. She remained quiet, not daring to speak, deeply immersed in her own thoughts. Seconds passed like hours for the ambitious lioness.
As night drew closer, Formula rose to her feet, steadily and effortfully until obtaining verticality. She snorted through ochre nostrils in a way that gave the impression of both confidence and utter obviousness. An ebony muzzle glanced towards the sky, now an intense navy-black and speckled with silver lanterns which hung in the shadow of the great blue moon. “Aryion, don’t fail me” she whispered to herself. Formula had concocted a precarious idea.
She knew of course that it would have been far more logical to consult Belle beforehand, but Aryion was in such dire need of recruits that it was urgent enough to go through with it on her own accord. Elevating her maw an inch or two from level, Formula cried to the heavens.
“All those who wish to belong to Aryion, come and join me!” .
Formula was thoroughly engulfed in passion as she spoke. Aryion needed applicants one way or another and she longed that those who were devout would arrive at her call. Now, all she could do was wait, staring unto the horizon for the first signs of life.
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39 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: March 14, 2009, 03:33:03 PM
Songtail immediately lowered her head with the realization that she was in a discussion with the co-leader of Aryion. Until this point she had obviously now realised exactly who she was addressing, but generally that was better when it came to constructing a conversation. The majority of lions, with the knowledge of her regal status, appeared totally depleted of even the most basic social skills; some kept their lips sealed not daring to let a single sound pass their maw. Songtail, though formal and respectful, didn’t hesitate to initiate a discussion to her.
From ebony lips came a brisk chuckle, before continuing.
"Well...in the fact that I can remember most of my past, yes, your majesty. But as far as excitement goes.” This comment was followed by an uncomfortable silence; Songtail seemed immersed in her thoughts. Answering her query, Songtail began “Not exactly. I simply left home and came here after a bit of wandering.”
Formula knew that all to well; if was not by far as embellished as it might seem. The carefree joys of prancing unescorted through unknown lands might seem a gallant adventure for a young pup to undertake, but the reality was much harsher. Nomads struggled to scavenge enough food to maintain significant body weight, many falling victim to starvation or attack after trespassing into the territory of another pack or individual. She knew, for she herself had lived that experience, not for a long period, but one significant enough to deter her from getting into the same situation twice. Her head wilted a little at her recollections.
Again, Songtail would contemplate her statement for a second or two, as if weighing up the advantages and disadvantages in her mind. This was a good attribute for one to possess; the ability to think before you speak, so to say. It was often known of animals just like Formula herself who would commit deeds with no consideration of the results they might carry with them. She herself could at one point exemplify this rather lackluster approach to life; but those days were long gone.
"Truthfully, Songtail began in response to her question, “I haven't thought about. Before I came to the pride I'd thought about how it would be to have a position or place of power but not since I've entered your lands. I'm sure all cubs dream of being a princess or scout, your majesty. I was no exception. But there are many power hungry cats lurking in the shadows. How can you be sure that I'm not one of them?"
This lion was intelligent, in fact more intelligent than most. Many would have leapt at this offer, but she remained reserved, questioning indeed why she thought Songtail would be deserving of a rank. This appealed to Formula greatly, who believed unwaveringly in the saying that brains triumph over brawn; after all, tactics in battle counted more than sheer strength did they not?
"I appreciate your honesty Songtail; and really there are no need for formalities such as your majesty" she replied, casting a amicable glance at the younger lioness. She had taken an almost immediate liking to her, something which was a rarity for the otherwise judgemental Formula. She appeared knowledgeable in a sense that she knew what life could throw at you having experienced it first hand, and thus had learned from those occurences; this was an attribute absent from many lions she had known. Before they should leave, Formula had one more question to ask. Inhaling gently, the ebony lioness pursed her lips, in preparation to speak.
“What drove you to Aryion?” Formula enquired, galvanizing a response.
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40 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: March 05, 2009, 03:42:18 PM
Giving her a faint smile, Songtail began "I was born near a large forest. Where it seemed like the clouds would get caught in the treetops. My mother left when I was young and I left soon after her. But you should tell me about yourself." Strangely enough, this new face seemed fascinated by her origins. She supposed that as long as she was genuinely curious, she would have no adversity towards answering. However, she herself knew little of her own past, strange as it might sound. Formula paused for a moment, perplexed. All she could say was this.
“Well, being honest I know little of my own heritage my friend. It remains as anonymous to me as it does to you. All I know is that I can to Aryion a year ago. I remained a subordinate for a while, until Belle and I engaged in an altercation in an attempt to increase Aryion’s dwindling activity. Eventually we came to a conclusion; she and I would rule together.”
Formula felt a hint of sadness drift throughout her body as she utered these words, her ivory bangs wilting over an ebony forhead. That was all she could say for the time being; strangely enough she knew little of her background, and to be frank she hadn’t pondered it to a great extent. But her ethos would conflict with his, after all Formula did not care for dwelling on the past, even if it were to contemplate on her history. Perhaps Songtail had something a little more arousing to say than she did; yet she did not seem to wish to talk freely about it. Perchance she might need a little prompting.
“I am sure that you must have a more interesting past than I"
Hopefully, this would provide Formula an insight into the intricate mind of his female, Songtail. She knew little of her subjects, and haste had to be employed if they had any chance of forming a united clan. Unity was essential for any clan, no matter what species comprised it. Formula was passionate about this; the entire reason that she had attempted to take the throne was to decrease Aryion's sloth and laziness. Though small, this was a good start.
By now, the lioness’ aggression had faded completely, replaced by a mixture of both inquisitiveness and respectfulness. Formula stared philosophically at Songtail, wondering if in fact she deserved more than she had been offered. Whether or not she was ambitious, and whether she chose to mention it was beyond Formula’s interpretation but, empathy once again overruling her sense of judgment, Formula widened her maw saying “Songtail, have you ever longed for something here; a rank maybe?”
That was all she would say for now. Perhaps she had desired a rank of some form, but never had the opportunity to request it; and even if she didn't, Songtail had every right to refuse her advances, though that wouldn't stand her in good stead to deny a monarch. Loping elegantly towards the mouth of the cave, Formula truned, viridian eyes glinting in the moonlight like a Blackblood dires do when plagued by the Fury which grows inside it, giving the clouded femme a kindly smile. She turned away, enticing the second female to follow. Her tail flickered fluently as she slowly sauntered though the damp mouth of the cave, entering the dimly lit svannah.
Above her, a collage of stars illuminated a sapphire sky; magnificent weren't they. So enticing, so radiant, so beautiful. Each shone with the intensity of a thousand suns, traversing the sky through the same endless route each night. Formula tipped her head upwards to gaze at their wonders. "Beautiful, aren't they?" she asked, almost subconsiously.
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41 Roleplay / The Books / Re: First up, the Ginormous Lions. on: March 03, 2009, 03:09:17 PM
{Nighteyes: lol, sorry}
{Nitque: hai}
This tawny fellow seemed to have no trouble in asserting himself, though his was not to her liking; his overconfidence unnerved the cautious lioness. The other appeared to disregard his remark, in a way that says “he’s always been like this, don’t bother trying”. It was quite humorous seeing the contrast between the travellers; one were a light pelted figure, thingyy and exuberant almost to a fault, whilst the second bore a dismal ebony hide, and appeared slightly ashamed by his co-nomads antics. The Emporess gave the patchwork sabre a reproving stare, to assure him that he knew where he stood, not that he was likely to take much notice. Formula, though attempting to establish her dominance over the two juveniles, didn’t too much care for conflict. Granted she was larger in stature than the pair, but armed with their formidable dentistry the two sabres could inflict more harm that was immediately apparent.
Formula would never underestimate any potential opponent.
To her however, their antics were humorous in spite of their intrusion upon the territory of others. Before long, a conversation ensued between the pair, their quiet voices soon growing into more direct ones until the first, apparently named Kobe enquired "Did you ever happen to see a darkish sabre with long hair not unlike yours pass through? He also has a long tail, unlike us."
Formula immediately recognized the subject to which he was referring. The grey, somber toned little sabre that had trespassed not long before their arrival. His redundancy astounded her; this little one was very quiet, keeping to himself the majority of the time and barely conversing with anybody in this alien territory which he had entered. Understandable, but since it was likely he would be here a while, he may as well. Kaosu was his name, wasn’t it? What confused her most was why these two wanted to see him; surely they could not be related? There was barely any resemblance between the two of them; for starters this Kobe had a short tail typical of a smilodont (notably ones whose origins lay in Stone claw) whilst the one in question possessed a long, downy one, speckled with various tones of grey. Rather different to the orange and hazel physique of the patchwork sabre who stood before her. Formula didn’t wish to be rude to the pair, but that information was strictly classified for only a select few to know; and they did not fit into that category.
“We’re guests here.” The darker sabre added. At least they knew the regime; recite their business with Aryion and she would either accept or deny them access to the land. Formula, tipping he head a tad, began “whether or not I have seen this sabre is not for you to know young ones.” The coal-black lioness paused for a second, recounting her thoughts in her mind.
Suddenly, a strong scent enveloped the air around where she sat, lingering as does the stench of a rotting carcase several days after decomposition has commenced. It was familiar, but by far not the usual musk that filled the savannahs...it certainly wasn't a lion. It unnerved her a little, though she tried not to convey it in the presence of these two rouges. “I suppose you are permitted to sightsee, provided you do not cause any trouble. Our guards are on the alert if you warant trouble.” She gazed over at the patchwork sabre, making it fairly obvious that this comment was directed at him. His mischeivious nature might forsee him as an intruder, or even a threat to the pride. She knew he wasn't, but how were the others to know?
Formula shuffled backwards, hightening her posture a tad so as not to appear yeilding to the sabres demands. Subtly, she leered backwards slightly, trying to discern the silhouette which stood motionless not to far from the site where she stood. Though her bangs inhibited her view, it was not impossible to see in the darkness yet it made it all the more laborious. Anxiety raced throughout her entire body as she slowly pieced together to puzzle of the form...who was this anomaly?
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42 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: February 23, 2009, 03:12:39 PM
Formula seemed slightly amused by this new face. She appeared inquisitive in a way that conveyed a juvenile instinct rather than the composure of an adult lioness. It was a pleasant change from the typically serious demeanour of the majority of Aryion lions, who were infatuated by some desire to maintain their apparent dignity. She appeared dignified and prideful, but not to a fault... but like all felines, she upheld a look of majesty, a trait especially prominent in lions. Her eyes loomed over Formula’s ebony frame, veering from her slender neck downward, along her barrel until reaching her ivory-tipped tail. Two brown orbs peered down her lithe forelimbs, until eventually swerving upwards so that her hazel eyes met with the Emporess’.
As well as this, it didn’t seem as if she was aware of her status. This was a fine example of just how lacking in activity and communication Aryion was at this point in time; even the monarchy was not known by their subjects and vice versa. Formula was desperate for that to change, and sooner or later, she vowed it would. Perhaps this one minute encounter could initiate something. She gazed over at her, attempting to discern the identity of the lioness. It was apparent both to her and the companion that they were not familiar.
“My name is Songtail, Song for short."
Songtail, the black lioness thought. A fitting name for such an attractive female like herself, with rosettes adorning a tawny base coat, tipped with occasional hues of various different tones of colour. Rather a “traditional” pelt, in a loose sense of the word. It indicated a heritage perhaps not as obvious as Formula had first assumed. But still, she had the chance to discover her minutiae in time. She had plenty of it.
Songtail paused for a moment before daring to continue. Maybe she was considering her following actions before she blurted out a jumbled mass of indiscernible chatter. Formula did the same for a single moment. She began to reflect upon the current impression she had gained so far on Songtail. Formula recognised a Blackblood Dire-like name when she heard one; she had the experience of dealing with them, though preferred not to mention that fact all too often. Maybe she’d descended from the outlands? Formula halted her assumptions as soon as it was evident that the lioness was ready to speak.
"I don't suppose it's been too long. Of course, it depends on what you consider a long time but really I've only been here for two complete moon cycles. So a little over two months-almost three, I guess."
Fairly inexperienced, Formula thought eyes averted to one side to avoid appearing a threat. It was impossible to gather half of the information of Aryion, the customs, the rankings, it was utterly incomprehensible in such a short space of time. The ebony pantherine paced a step or two further ahead, remaining composed and maintaining her usual carriage, head held high and tail curved obtusely upward with ivory tip aimed upwards.
"I hope that you come to like it in Aryion. As you might be able to tell, we are lacking in members; that may be why no-one has been able to assist you in finding your feet. I must say I am intrigued by your name; where might you be from?" Formula's voice rang clear and gentle, in a maternal way that conveyed not only the facade of a Queen, but also of a mother. A warm smile spread across her coal-black jaws, assuring Songtail that she was a kindly monarch.
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43 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Show me (Anyone) on: February 19, 2009, 11:56:59 AM
Hazel eyes awoke, startled as the Emporess made her presence known. Formula positioned herself erectly in front of the clouded female, assuring her of the lioness’ dominance. It was not often that Formula purposely conveyed herself in a powerful fashion, but given this lioness’ unpredictable and seemingly hostile character, she though it safer to assume a controlling stance. She raised her ivory-tipped tail in a swiftly accent above her broad forehead, and then abruptly brought it down in a swooping decent to the floor. Her eyes stared ominously into those of the intruding body, deep viridian orbs glaring intensely into the darkness of the cave in which she settled.
But there was no need. The lioness was reluctant in opening her eyes, for one reason or another. Perhaps she was intimidated by the humble figure who leered above her, or (although unlikely) she might simply be reclusive. It had been known, but it was doubtful that a lion displaying this charisma only a moment or two beforehand would somehow alternate into a shy, reluctant one.
The ominous lioness seemed almost intrigued by her, looking her over and sampling her scent to discern whom she might be. It became apparent that she was soon aware of her regal rank, and she displayed it be a polite tip of the head, accompanied by averted gaze. Subordination was always a good feature when striving for the monarchs liking.
"Nothing troubles me exactly. I just don't know my way around the savannah and nobody has the decency to help me."
She spoke in quite an abrupt fashion, not employing restraint in the slightest when commenting upon the manner of life in Aryion. Granted, the inhabitants were not exactly delightfully exuberant, but that was not to say that they were not willing to extend a welcoming paw to a comrade. After all, most lion’s primary instinct is too be part of something; to belong to a pride. Maybe her inhospitality was the route cause of her opinionating remark.
Formula did not understand her resentment. Sure, she may have been denied company but that did not imply that Aryion members lacked decency. Yet, at the same time she felt some ounce of pity for the lioness. She appeared to harbor feelings of dislike toward the pride, or life in general, undoubtedly due to some unpredicted and likely traumatic experience that had taken place some time in her past though she tried to recede the thoughts to the back of her mind. She knew how that felt; empathy overruled Formula, especially in situations that held personal significance.
“If you would allow me, I would happily oblige in familiarizing you with Aryion’s savannah. If you wish to stay here, it should come of some help to you”. Formula smiled warmly, gesturing friendlily toward the lioness “Might I know your name? I am Formula”. She turned, enticing the femme forewords amicably.
"Have you been with the pride long?" she enquired. If she were to associate herself with the female, she would at least need to know a little about her, even the most minor details. Formula took a brisk pace forewards, claws rasping against the sodden earth at her feet, hoping that she would follow.
[ewww nasty post, sorry]
Sodden soil bore the weight of the ebony lioness known as Formula, her coat damp from the preceding rain that encapsulated Aryion during the cool winter months of the savannah. Dismal storm clouds leered over the ground, encapsulating the earth below in a blanket of grey. Formula peered up at the lavender sky, immersed in a sea of ivory clouds which vaulted high above them like playful yearlings, encircling the perimeter of Aryion. The plains were still and silent; strangely empty. A cool breeze crept toward the motionless figure, standing erect upon a small, crumbling ridge near to the borders.
Formula gave a disheartened sigh, as her slender head wilted downwards as a rose does in its final days in full bloom, before it must finally surrender to the fury of winters wrath. Perhaps Formula could just declare herself defeated. It was far simpler than enduring the storms that life brought with it; but her eyes bore a faint shimmer of hope, masked by a rather depressive cover.
The jet-black femme sought shelter from the despondent cast-over, settling eventually upon a gritty rock adjacent to a rather large, haggard acacia. It’s ageless body and frail appearance disheartened the already anguished lioness; it brought back terrible memories of times long past; of her loneliness. Only upon joining and ultimately claiming the pride had she found companionship, and even so interactions were relatively scarce. Aryion lacked in members, and thus lacked any incentive to remain active; but Formula longed for it to be.
No-one seemed intent on socializing in the slightest.
She breathed deeply, exhaling with regularization through mahogany nostrils which flared as she did so. Her lithe forelimbs hung over the chalky corners of her resting spot, her eyes fixed on the landscape which lie before her. She had not ventured into the savannah unintentionally; her purpose was merely to seek company in the lifeless plains of Aryion. It was strange just how few of her subjects she knew personally; if she were to gain the respect of her followers she would be required to acknowledge them individually.
Formula was abruptly alerted by a call which pierced the silence of the wilderness. It conveyed aggression, even so far as to be branded challenging. Formula leapt to her feet, stumbling slightly as she did so in her rush to apprehend the perpetrator. Whether the source were amiable or no, Formula was sure to investigate.
Dust flew in all directions as the Emporess came to a screeching halt a foot or two from the caller. Her fur stood on end, brisk and erect. Employing caution, Formula stepped forwards. “Might you be to one who roared but a moment ago?” Formula questioned interrogatively. Her expression was stern, betraying her usually lenient character. “Might I ask what troubles you” she enquired, hoping to divert from the seriousness of the situation.
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47 Roleplay / Aryion Savannah / Re: Destruction ((PRIDE PLOT STARTS. ALL POST)) on: February 17, 2009, 02:32:33 PM
Viridian eyes examined the savannah before them, darting back and fore rapidly whilst an ebony figure stood motionlessly amidst plains of gold. A great panic arose in the mind of the Emporess, and flooded through her body at the sight of coal-black flames encapsulating a usually barren sky. Word had spread of fire in Aryion, but none so serious as to warrant specific acknowledgement from the Queen; though she attempted to disregard this claims on the principle that they were merely rumors, Formula could not deny the reality of the situation at hand.
Formula turned toward the crowd which had congregated not far from her resting spot, mind encapsulated by a thousand troublesome images and unlikely scenarios. Faster than she had ever anticipated, Formula bounded in the direction of the gathering, each stride covering sufficient ground and landing her directly beside Belle, to converge with the anguished group. Despite her relatively short run, Formula was thoroughly exasperated from the immensity of the entire situation.
She glanced at her shrieking pride mates, anxiety seething through her entire body. She grasped recurrently, trying to retain some breath in her body. Around them, a barrier of continuously rising flames engulfed the crowd, scorching the earth at their feet and drawing ever nearer towards the group. Formula was utterly panic-stricken. She could not find it in her to speak for a moment or two, she simply stared in astonishment as the flames continued their ascendance. She stood tentatively and motionless, until coming to the eventual realization that Aryion relied on her contribution to escape the flames.
Her ivory frock fluctuated wildly as she pelted back and forth, attempting to count each pride member as she ran. Phobos…Serenity…an initate or two and the ever-dutiful border guards. She had no initiative to discern the identity of each member, but registered them rather by number. Only a select few she knew from sight, Phobos being one of them; but he seemed renowned amongst Aryion members at the moment. Of course, she easily recognized Belle, who appeared to control the situation with her usual authority.
The pride seemed attentive to the words of an experienced leader. But did she fit the requirements? This is no time to think Formula! she scorned herself beneath her breath. “"Everyone okay?" Belle questioned. She was undoubtedly devoted to the welfare of her pride, and now it was time for her to do the same.
“…” as she was about to speak, the aflame skeleton of a gnarled tree came tumbling down to the ground, dispersing loose ash from its scorched trunk at the congregation. She flung her head backwards to avoid the burning embers spewing from its bark. In a hostile tone Formula cried “Watch out!”. She pounced forewords, dodging the flames brought upon the ground by the fallen tree. Formula peered behind her, to see Belle digging ravenously at the soil, gradually extinguishing the flames. What a clever idea! Thrusting her lithe bulk toward the floor, she continued to replicate the Commare's actions.
"Everybody, begin to dig. It will extinquish the flames!" she exclaimed hoarsely, in a manner that conveyed more anxiety than confidence. Her tail waved tentativey, anticipating the pride to respond.
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48 Roleplay / The Books / Re: Pride before Manners [Acceptance] on: February 16, 2009, 04:11:53 PM
[OOC: I am not entirely sure if auto-acceptance is still open, but if not then voila, but since this was post before it was opened I'll write anyways]
Ebony paws lie daintily upon the desiccated earth of the golden savannah, tucked tightly beneath the slender physique of the Emporess. Her mahogany nostrils inhaled and exhaled uniformly, with each breath a current of air wafting across the plains and vaulting between the dry, delicate grassland. The dry, warm air weaved around the silent body of the sleeping lioness, who seemed entranced in her tranquil slumber.
This time of any was fairly calm; acceptance was waning and though the consequences could potentially disadvantage Aryion in that it received fewer applicants, it also lessened the pressure on the Queen to accept them. To be truthful, it was not her favorite pastime. The incessant pressures of constantly answering the calls of others, whichever state she might currently be enjoying; whether sleeping or awake, the lioness was obliged to traverse Aryion’s savannah to intersect with them. This was followed by the process of assessment, and lastly (should the hopeful meet the standards Aryion required) assignation of rank.
Thankfully, this noon appeared serene, an uncommon occurrence which Formula relished.
Fluffy white clouds drew ever-closer to the lioness’ resting place, encapsulating her in a seemingly eternal state of shadiness. Formula uttered a quiet, subtle sigh as she stretched her sleek forelimbs, and her olive face contorted into a grin. A faint smile spread across her jaws, revealing conspicuously pungent canines bordered on either side by a pair of rounded incisors, ivory-toned from years of wear. Before surrendering herself to sleep, Formula scanned the landscape one last time, to assure herself that the security of Aryion had not been breached in any manner.
Formulas emerald orbs flickered from side to side, across the horizon until a form was spotted amongst the grass. “Nay it be another intruder” the lioness groaned, rising to her feet. Over the weeks, Aryion had been engulfed with a mass of setbacks, from a direct challenge to the monarchy to an intrusion from the nobility of Stoneclaw in the form of the juvenile Kaosu. Might this be another challenger?
A well conditioned frame stalked through the savannah, each pace rising tensely as the Emporess picked up a swift canter toward her target. She reduced pace as she came within view of the anonymous figure, lying on the borders. She seemed respectful of the borderline, and that would stand her in fair stead when considering her suitability as a member. Formula approached with uncertainty, glaring at the new body through deep viridian eyeballs.
Formula raised her head slightly, assuring the newcomer that she commanded these lands. “Ma’am, might you be aware that these are the borders of Aryion savannah?” Formula enquired, halting a foot or two from the border. “Might I ask your name, and what business you seek in these lands”. Formula plodded her slender flanks upon the ground, and awaited a response from the outlander. If she did seek to join the pride, she would answer, if not she would hold her tongue and leave before retaliation was employed.
She smiled a warm, confident smile in the direction of the newcomer, assuring her that she was not hostile. It was curteous to welcome anyone seeking acceptance; it encouraged them all the more.
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49 Roleplay / The Books / Re: First up, the Ginormous Lions. on: February 15, 2009, 03:50:25 PM
(WOOOO first post with Formula!)
The aqua sky bore an air of emptiness, as desolate and lifeless as the plains bellow. Dismal storm clouds drew nearer, lessening the typical vivacity of Aryion. Dust-laden paws rose over barren soil, with each footfall scooping specks of sand and dirt through the air and depositing them harmoniously upon the ground from which they’d originated. Titanium claws rasped the scorching earth, leaving behind a remnant of their presence in the form of a deep imprint caste perfectly in the dessicated land.
A poised figure wandered amongst the golden plains of Aryion , ebony hide conspicuous against a golden savannah, enveloped in deep thought. Worry engulfed the Queen’s mind, cutting into it like a razor. Time had brought change, and with this change came disruption. The previously idyllic kingdom had slowly deteriorated, and she was determined to revitalize it from the peak of despair.
Formula often enjoyed sessions of intense thought, although they frequently disrupted her from concentration on more important matters.
The lithe black lion settled beside the body of a large, gnarled acacia, wilting in the center of the savannah. Her white frock draped over her forehead as she sighed deeply to herself. Emerald eyes peered into the distance, beyond the transition where the land met the sky. Scanning the endless plains, they caught sight of an anomaly in the grasslands, coupled with an immense cry which rattled past the rounded ears of the Emporess. She could not discern the exact nature of the call; was it one of acceptance, or challenge even? Highly doubtful, but the possibility could not be ruled out.
Formula rose to her feet, steadily regaining her balance in a rather erratic manner. Through moist nostrils, the black Queen gave a brusque snort, wary of the probability that these ominous forms intended to intrude on Aryion lands. White paws carried her ever closer to her quarry. At this point, she had no way of telling whether these intruding bodies intended to be amicable or no, but Formula would remain alert until their innocence was confirmed. Until then, she enforced vigilance upon the two unknown persons. As she neared the intruders, the lioness realized the nature of the intruders. Two, one juvenile sabre and the other a little older. Still, despite their relatively sedate posture, Formula approached in a precautious manner, remaining suspicious of their presence.
Appearing from the grasslands abruptly in a startling entry, Formula stared into the amber eyes of the invading force, assuring the cat that she was not willing to compromise; it was either her way of the highway. Before she attempted to compose a sentence, Formula observed the pair. One, a fairly stocky auburn male with a patchwork coat of orange, white, grey and black. Quite a collage, to say the least. The second bore a rather monotonous coat of darker hues, almost exclusively black and grey. He appeared the elder of the two, with a massive bulk that induced a quiver which ran through Formula‘s olive hide.
Stepping forward confidently, masking her inner nervousness Formula began “I am obliged to ask the two of you....firstly, who might you be and second, what business you seek with Aryion?” ” her voice harsh with anxiety. Whether they chose to respond was their decision, but she was sure to enforce the fact that if they were not compliant they could face a harsh penalty. Lions were not reknowned for their mercy, nor hospitality.
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50 Character Related / Character Trading / Re: Formula -- Emporess Of Aryion [Deadline: WINNAR] on: February 10, 2009, 05:52:23 PM
Okay -- I know I said I would keep this open for three more days to wait for people.
But if you wanted to send in a tryout -- I'm pretty sure you would have posted for now.
And Nezumi's tryout had too much win in it to pass up. C:
So I'd like to declare Nezumi as the winner.
Please contact me for more information -- and I will get the account linked to your account as soon as possible.
Thank-you.
C: