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 Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2019 1:21 pm
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The Pridelands no longer existed, not in the way it had for so long. After the gods visited the pride, King Tau had finally made an effort to be proactive in protecting their homeland but it was too late. The search parties never found the missing lions, even when the dust settled and the land began to heal from the assault from the heavens. Then there was another murder, and that was what finally sent Iva over the edge. Burned in the back of her mind were the lions saying there was nothing they could do if the gods wanted to destroy them and her resolve to not go down without a fight.
The latest victim of the murderer (or murderers) hiding within the pride's borders was her older sister. She couldn't say they had been close but they were still sisters, and they were more similar than they seemed on the surface. Their family was so large and had so many branches that it took a dedicated social butterfly to keep up with them all. Masuka had been happy to live her own life with her children and Iva had always kept to herself. Now, she wanted to make sure Masuka's children didn't feel left behind in a giant family in an overcrowded pride with a father who almost nobody here had even seen before.
When she wasn't harassing her nieces and nephews, she was working. The pride didn't just need scouts now, it needed warriors. She knew how to hunt but it wasn't enough. There were so many lions from so many different backgrounds in the pride, she just had to find the right training partner. |
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2019 1:45 pm
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Adrastos had taken some level fo apprenticeship in being a solider, but he had a lot to learn in coming to terms with what it really meant. Fully fleshed adulthood hasn’t prepared him for the shifted tone of life when the peace of the Pridelands was shattered. Every time he thought it would begin to heal, another tragedy struck. Instead of throwing himself into the midst of it all, he had reflected back on his early training. It never prepared him for the realities of being a “soldier” in the sense of battle; more like an elaborate guard. But times were changing, and the white lion thought that the pride as a whole needed more intense training to keep one another safe.
So he had begun to attempt to train himself. It wasn’t going as smoothly as he wanted to, but the improvements to his stamina and strength meant that some measure of progress was being made. If only they could find a way to have more skilled teachers, how much more would he improve?
Another day of training by himself seemed silly, and so he attempted to pull himself out of his own shell and find someone new to train with. Someone that would probably point out his flaws without fear, so he could improve himself while they waited out this false sense of peace. It felt inevitable that something else would happen, even if Adrastos didn’t want another death to happen on these lands. |
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2019 1:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2019 2:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2019 3:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2019 8:15 pm
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Well, even if he only admitted to himself, she seemed pleasant enough. It was true that the general demeanor of Pridelanders was nice, but she had an edge to her niceness that he found interesting. A drive, at the very least. Better than some others he knew, even within his own family.
"It is a pleasure, Iva. I... I am Adrastos," he said with a slight stumble. He wasn't one to really exchange too many words, so he wasn't skilled at any sort of small talk.
"I'd enjoy sparring with a new partner," he added on, feeling the weight of potential silence envelop him. Clearly if she was a soldier, she would know where to go to practice... so should they walk step to step? "Shall we go to the practice ring together?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 7:38 am
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"Adrastos," Iva repeated brightly, "I'd appreciate that, thank you."
Of course soldiers in the Pridelands were the same kind and accommodating one could expect from any other member of the pride. It made them more welcoming to the new recruits, Iva imagined. She definitely needed that, even if she wouldn't have let herself get scared off by a grump. This lion didn't look like he had it in him, though.. but he must have, otherwise he wouldn't make a very good soldier. Maybe that was the trade off for being a Pridelander, it gave you a mask to hide your skill behind.
"Sure, let's go," she said, skipping ahead eagerly, "How long have you been a soldier, Adrastos?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 7:58 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 9:23 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 9:34 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 9:47 am
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