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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2019 6:51 am
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Anselm had told him he needed to practice 'blending in'. Somehow, being seen with wings or horns was something that could be 'frowned' upon. While Ciro didn't care, he also was new to this role. Anselm had been bonded to the previous deity whom had given up his domain, so he knew more.
At least, for now. Ciro was determined to prove he would know more than the raven. He would just need to follow his direction and listen to his guidance until he could figure it out himself.
For now, the male had masked his godly form. No wings, no horns, no trinkets in his mane and no gear on his feet. He looked like a normal lion, although his size was large. However, he had had been told he was always a large lion. He hummed as he continued on the dry lands. A storm loomed in the distance. Ciro's golden eyes narrowed as he watched the dark clouds rolling. He felt a connection to the storms. Soon, they would drive him to where he needed to be.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2019 2:34 pm
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An odd question. Ciro found himself shrugging slightly.
"I don't know. Honestly, I might be? Maybe, maybe not." Ciro was still trying to figure himself out. He wished his raven 'companion' was a little more helpful, but he would remain quiet. "I haven't been in these lands for long, and I know when wandering before others haven't approached me, so I figure it to be the norm here." Another shrug.
"Wait out the storm? There is something pulling towards it. Why wait it out, when you can delve right into it? I think there are many secrets a storm can uncover," he eyed the male curiously. "Do you have things to hide?" Ciro felt a calling to the storms. The winds around them had started to pick up, and surely the rain would be soaking the lands. Mzi would need to go quickly, if he were to avoid it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 8:16 am
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Mzi found it odd that this lion, this grown looking lion, didn't know who he was. Ciro had a funny way of speaking, alluding to lost time and many things that he didn't understand.
How had he gone about his life not knowing so much about himself?
The male thought of asking, questions sitting on his tongue before he swallowed them back down. Later, later-- he could ask later.
"Being lost in a storm isn't appealing," Mzi offered, recognizing it as a weak defense. "I'd much rather watch, where I won't get so wet." His tail flicked and green eyes glanced over at the rolling clouds.
"All of us have something to hide." He stood, stretching his back because time was running out if he wanted to find somewhere before it was too late. "You have something to hide, don't you?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 1:36 pm
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Lost in the storm? Ciro found himself smirking slightly, gazing towards the pink lion. "Water won't kill you." It could, but it took a lot. While the storm was rolling in, it didn't look like it would be one with those chaotic winds, or torrential down pours. A nice storm.
"You're right." How right Mzi was. Ciro had something to hide. In fact, he had been hiding it right before this lion with her current disguise. He wouldn't slip his tongue though. He'd keep who he was a secret until it was absolutely necessary for another to know. Mzi, at this time, did not need to know a god was standing right before him. To Ciro, he was still like a lion. Just because he had horns or large wings didn't make him any different.
"I do." There was no beating around the bush with it. "But perhaps in due time I will not need to." Ciro commented. A small drop of water hit his nose. "Careful, the rain seems to be here~" He said almost excitedly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 2:27 pm
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"I guess we do," the male flashed a grin, rising to his feet. He bobbed his head in agreement, turning away from the male. "Hopefully the rain won't expose those secrets from you." For Ciro, he knew they were.
Just as Mzi was about to ask a question, a loud crack of thunder, and a flash of light. The lion that was standing beside the pink male was gone, and in its place, a lone feather floated to the ground softly. If Mzi were to look up, a large raven had soared above, cawing as he flew into the storm. His dark form fading into the even darker clouds until he was completely out of sight.
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