[PRP] Night brings famine (Jaddis x Sabia)

[Syrius Lionwing]

He had made the decision to make himself known. While he didn’t approach anyone in the pride directly, he stalked the border. There was much whispering in the pride and he had listened intently to the growling of the prides stomachs. He had spent his time during the day walking the pride incognito. Taking the guise of a plain male lion.

Though he hadn’t hidden, he’d kept himself in the background, speaking to lions if he was approached. Luckily the pride was large enough that he could pass by as just another lion. No one knew everyone so he’d made himself comfortable so to speak.

Of course in the evening, when the sun dropped and the stars sparkled in to being he left behind the guise of mortal and stalked the border. He was like most gods, a giant, his similarities to most gods ended there though. He personified his domain, his body thin, dangerously so, every rib and bone visible beneath thin fur that draped in a sickly fashion over his achingly thin frame.

His wings spread out around him, the membranes had long since been torn away by time and vultures. A cool mist whipped around his paws making his movements strange in the moonlight. Every step seemed pained, his movements slow and deliberate, and with each of those steps came a breath, a deep, bone rattling breath that echoed off the rocks and trees, the sound of a creature taking its last dying breath though he never did, he simply continued forward stalking the border and spreading that which naturally rolled off him in great waves. The famine.  

[Ctrl F Greenie]

The rumors had flown around like wildfire and Sabia'deimos quietly wondered if the number of women were beginning to outnumber their men. Gossip had become sorely overwhelming and she couldn't find herself in a conversation without it lately.

"Let's see if these rumors hold any merit..."

The lioness had been told of a force wandering the prides borders, a lion, but not? Had she been born here and a fool she would have thought that folks were just stirring up things... however she was neither. The description told her something otherworldly was among them, perhaps a god.

Unfortunately for her these rumors weren't as informative about where she might find the being. The god. Sabia'deimos wasn't interested in merely wandering the borders in hopes of finding him or her, but she wasn't about to let it go either. In the back of her mind she had a driving force - this was him. The god that had discovered her and her band of lions, seen what had taken place.. and caused the now agonizing lion writhing with healers surrounding him to be in that position.

Kuaminiwa'moshi. The name struck her, causing a small smile. He had done that to himself, the pain, the misery... the way he contorted to try and comfort himself was unnatural, but there was nothing anyone could do to help.

It left her feeling giddy. Somehow the lioness had forgotten the feeling.. forgotten what it was like to see another type of power. A shiver was sent down her spine as she was reminded of other encounters, particularly one that left her feeling drained, cold, and filled with distrust. An effect that wore off not long after, but made her peer over her shoulder for a number of weeks.

"Where the ******** is he." She quietly baited the god to present himself.