[PRP] Time to move up

[KasaiLoki]

There was a certain smugness on his maw. Since returning to the pride after his last viking, Kristanf had been in such a good mood. Returning without his captain let the rumor hang in the air, and now it was time for the pale male to confirm to the War Lord the loss of one of their captains. One gone, meant one thing for the spiteful male. It was his turn to rise the ranks. He would take Ciro's place in the rank. After all, Ciro was his captain, albeit if short termed. Kristanf wouldn't argue.

It wasn't necessary for most to know that cause of death to the Captain. Would Kristanf admit his role? Likely not. An excuse he would need to come up with quickly before he neared the new ruler's den.

Once he thought of something, he headed in that direction. Would the new Lord still be around here? Or had he been out and about in the pride. The pale eyes narrowed as he closed in. Now was time to find out.  

[Ctrl F Greenie]

The days events were becoming predictable now and Ushindi had already been up with the sun, though it was overcast, and out dealing with border management while receiving other news of returning bands. He made a point of tracking the movement of their bands and knew in the back of his mind that a couple of large groups would be returning soon. One of which he would have to deal with personally as it would be returning with a female Captain and that just wouldn't do.

Returning to his den he was surprised to see someone lingering about. His stance pandered to a confidence that was a little over board and immediately Ushindi's face dropped from mildly annoyed to a down right scowl. He didn't bother to change it as he called out the name of lion approaching his den. A lion beneath - who was it again? Ah yes, Ciro. The name rattled around his brain for a fraction of a second before he finally spoke.

"What has you wandering towards my den, Kristanf?"

The name was foreign on his lips and he felt the hairs on his neck stand slightly. There wasn't an ounce of fear that caused him to prickle, no, mere anger. He wouldn't dote upon the population with small chats, the ones he had already had felt like a misuse of his time, but of course he knew them to be necessary evils. Ushindi took a moment, following his question, to remove his daunting mask and adjust his other adornments.

KasaiLoki

 

[KasaiLoki]

Ctrl F Greenie

Ah, so the Warlord knew his name. How intriguing.

Kristanf's pale eyes watched the male with an almost amused look, before putting on his act. "I have come to give you some grave news regarding one of yo---our captains." He almost let it slip, but found himself recovering. "Ciro'mekaitso is dead." He stated. "He was overtaken in a battle with a god, and pushed off a cliff." So it was a little bit far from the truth. Kristanf had been the one to push him, distracting him with the eye of his son, taking out by Maya. It was enough leverage to use on the Captain to gain what he needed. He now lie with part of his legacy at the bottom of that ravine.

"But, as time goes on, other's must fill those vacancy spots. Being a reaver of Ciro's band, I wish to claim his spot as Captain." He explained quickly to the Warlord.