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Post by Vitani on Oct 8, 2009 7:37:03 GMT -5
Werevu
Werevu slunk into the Outrock, a plan quickly formulating in his mind. Oh, yes. He'd be able to get his way soon. But first he had to get the Outlanders angry - very angry indeed. He had to make them hate the Pridelanders possibly more than than they already did. He needed them to feel new, fresh anger in order for it to work. Oh, the plan would unravel in time. Yes, in time.
He leapt to the top of the rock, eyes watching over the Outlanders with a sneering look. As they gathered and looked up at him, he wiped it off of his face. This would work. Teferi was out in the Pridelands somwhere, the bumbling idiot not keen enough to sense his rebellion. He'd get them ready. All worked up. It would work.
"Outlanders!" he yowled. "Come to me! The time of hiding is over!" He watched as the lions looked on more keenly. "The Pridelanders are soft! Loafish! Why should they have more than we?" he snarled. He let all his anger bubble up and come spilling out in the form of the words he was saying. "We must ambush them! Take away what is not theirs to own and take back what is rightfully ours!" he finished, lashing his tail for effect. His plan would work.
Oh, it would work.
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Post by Kizkitza on Oct 8, 2009 17:39:15 GMT -5
Jaali was slinking along, swiping at the occasional stick or termite hill. He heard the voice and glanced up; Werevu. His nose wrinkled at the lion's words and he turned his dayglo orange sights to the glowing, angelic rock in the sun that they called the Pridelands.
His jaw clenched. He saw through Werevu's plan; great minds think alike. But now he had to work this plan into his somehow. A glazed-over look overcame his eyes for a moment, before it seemed as if he came upon clarity. He turned, and there was pretty Auntie Kamau.
------------------------- Kamau was carrying a chunk of meat in her mouth; she got lucky hunting today. She'd already had her fill, but she had to bring some for Jaali. Without a word, she dropped the bloody mound of zebra and her nephew snatched and devoured it within moments.
She was drawn in by Werevu's speech, and, canting her head, she went closer to listen. The Pridelanders killed her mother, took her best friend and brainwashed her... the lioness roared in agreement, interjecting, "Yeah! Let's spill the blood of those prissy, lazy Pridelanders, Werevu!"
In fact, Kamau had a plan as well. She intended to bring it up with Werevu.
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Post by Vitani on Oct 8, 2009 18:14:27 GMT -5
Werevu
Werevu paced the rock, teeth gleaming in his bloodthirsty grin. He had heard Kamau's cry; no doubt that bit of support would bump up the plan's popularity. But he saw the glimmer in Jaali's eyes and muttered something undetectable under his breath. That lion would have to be dealt with; his plan left no room for would-be traitors. But he let the thought pass and focused on the task at hand, which was to win full support for the Outlanders, perhaps even seize power over them himself in that fool Teferi's place. Yes, that would suit his fancy.
"Of course," he said in a velvety, soothing voice. "We musn't attack in daylight, however. We are creatures of the dark, the shadows hiding us from our most bitter enemies. We will attack at midnight, when those fat, lazy Pridelanders will be snoring away in their dens." He let loose a wide, toothy grin. "They'll never know what hit them."
He paused in his pacing, staring down at the Outlanders. Not one of them moved, and he knew it was time for decisions. "So who's with me!?" he roared, his mighty voice plummeting through the clearing.
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Post by Kizkitza on Oct 8, 2009 18:46:37 GMT -5
"So who's with me!?" Kamau let a great roar escape her bloodied maw, while her nephew slipped away silently. He was mumbling to himself and glaring at the ground as he stalked along, his pace faster as he gained distance from the rally. Damnit. Back to the drawing board.
Meanwhile, the lioness snarled and nudged those around her to rouse them. This sounded like a good plan. What was Teferi doing about the Pridelanders, anyway? Nothing. She backed up his words.
"We're sitting here wasting away while the Pridelanders get all of the prey, all of the water, everything. Even the sun seems to favor their damn rock over the Outlands. We deserve all of that as much or even more than they do. And what wouldn't you give to get back at the traitors that left us? Kira? ... Vitani?"
Kamau was bloodthirsty, vengeful. And kind of smitten, too, as she glanced up at the lion who'd finally stepped up to the soapbox.
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Post by --` Kovu on Oct 8, 2009 19:01:37 GMT -5
Malika. [/size][/color] Growling, the queen stalked out of her den, apparently been woken up. What the hell was going on here? Werevu was high on a rock, and a form of lionesses were approaching him. Those crimson eyes grew wide suddenly; what was his plan? To attack the Pridelands? Growling low to herself, she quickly awakened and leapt on top of a higher rock. A loud roar came from her, ordering silence from below.
"HA! And Werevu, wasn't it you that Vitani beat up when she was younger? Please. You cannot run this pride even if you wanted to. You have the intentions of a crawling termite." Another loud roar came from her, and she slammed her right paw, with claws unsheathed, onto the rock. "The time has not come! The Pridelanders are not weakened. Even though at night they're sleeping, they can quickly awaken. You should all know this!"
Growling, she sent Werevu a ferocious glare. "You. Who told you you can come up here and speak to my pride?! You went along with the hyenas long ago! What are you doing back?" Her tone of voice was threatening, as if she wanted to kill him right there and then. Oh, in due time, in due time.
Those crimson blood hues faced the pride again, and this time, she spoke with confidence and royalty. "Bakari is growing fast. He's bigger than your average cub, and I see a glorious rise to power!"---------------------------------------------------- Bakari. [/size][/color] The young prince stalked into the OutRock from the Elephant Graveyard. His eyes were hazed over; he was lost in his thoughts. What would become of him? A low growl escaped him, he knew what he had to do. To grow up and kill Kovu. To kill Riora and Valerius. He must be king, as his parents have said. However, what could he do now? He's a mere cub, even though he's quite intimidating for his age. It didn't matter though; not matter what he tried to do, the lionesses found him "cute."
All of the thoughts quickly vanished when he heard a loud roar, from his mother. His eyes grew wide and he raced up the rocks to the den. There, he found Werevu and his mother arguing in front of the pride. A menacing growl escaped him, and he stalked up, moving inbetween the lionesses. "Mother, he's not worth it." A glare was shot to Werevu's way. Deep down, he loathed the lion. Nothing troubled him so much as him, not even Valerius. And let me tell you, Valerius grinded his insides together. "I'll become what you all want me to be; I'll become King!" His voice was high in confidence, his muscles tensed up and the scars going down his right eye seemed to pulse. There he was; the prince. The prince who had to do it all. The prince who was starting to get lust, lust with power.
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Post by Vitani on Oct 9, 2009 7:07:32 GMT -5
Werevu
Werevu cast an icy look apon Malika as she made her "speech". Pathetic. It was pathetic. He watched as she crawled down and snarled. "The time is now," he roared. "We cannot wait forever like withering termites, Malika!" The roar came out mighty and strong, just as he intended. "Teferi has sat there like the worm he is and done nothing about this! We are sitting here, starving, and where is he now?! He's in the Pridelands! Probably stealing away food for himself while the rest of his pride starves!" he snarled, eyes flashing. "It is time for us to rise to the power we deserve! IT IS TIME TO RULE!" The final roar boomed across the clearing, and he knew that he had finished last. And the plan would work. Malika and her sniveling, writhing son Bakari would not rise to power again like this. "Outlanders," he said, "I will be waiting by the Great River. Come only if you are brave enough to fight our most bitter enemies." He would deal with them soon enough, he thought as he leapt down the rock and slunk out of the clearing, leaving Malika and Bakari to themselves. He would soon enough.
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Post by Kizkitza on Oct 9, 2009 10:56:53 GMT -5
Kamau watched the scene play out and narrowed her eyes at the Queen. At the Vitani comment, she was even sort of offended in her head. She loved Vitani like a little sister when she was a cub, and she grew into a strong lioness, she'd be hard to take down. How is she about to pick on Werevu for something that happened a while back, anyway? And how foolish, not wanting to do anything about your one problem in life.
"Yes, Malika, let's all starve until your cub grows old enough to fight. Where is your mind? It's not all about Bakari, although even he must agree with us. Don't you think we should be taking action?" Kamau glanced at her little fuzzball of a friend, glared at his mother and began to stalk away after Werevu.
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tyra
Young Cub
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Post by tyra on Oct 10, 2009 12:11:02 GMT -5
When the world turns against you, [/size] OOC: Nothing to write here When you have nowhere left to turn,[/rightThe brown pelted cub was in the shadows, his green eyes narrowed. He wasn't who he used to be, he was far from that. There was an internal anger within him which fed on the problems of others, which fed on pain and destruction but, more importantly, he had grown a premature loyalty to his pride. No, not the pride, the royal family. He held great respect for Bakari and Malika, the only one he really couldn't put up with was Teferi. On that point, Werevu was right, he was a terrible king ad didn't even deserve the title. But the scarred cub stayed quiet, stayed in shadow. He was watching, he wanted to see who was going to do what and his green eyes were like stones. Once, they had been alive, but his soul had been killed by his father and only a shell remained. A loyal, respectful shell. [/size] Turn into yourself, [/size] They damn me Jabali They age me a year They rank me cub They place me outsider They leave me noone I speak with noone [/size] And show them need for concern
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