Kula
Outsiders
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Post by Kula on Aug 7, 2017 18:07:29 GMT
Kula's rear lowered itself slightly as she lifted a forepaw in a vague gesture; a fluttering of her toes as though shooing away a barely significant thought. "Loyalty to family. A daughter should stand by her father in his efforts, shouldn't she? Besides that though, I guess I have a bit of a dark desire as well... King," Kula's tongue stuck out ever so slightly as she sneered the word, muzzle wrinkling in mocking disgust. "Simba stole something very dear to me, and I just want to see him pay accordingly."
Her part in the war was motivated by matters that were as personal as they were simple. They were hardly state secrets however, and it wasn't like it really mattered if every soul in the four armies knew her intentions. Better to let them know now, for just like her father...
Kula always got what she wanted.
At the question of what a unicorn was the royal child perked her ears. That had been her next question as well.
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Post by Orobas on Aug 8, 2017 4:33:52 GMT
[smear:FF0000]The demon's muzzle quivered, silently berating himself for revealing too much information, at least by his standards. His original idea for talking with his new “teammates” only ended up with more questions than answers. Coal black eyes passed over the small group again, before his attention focused back onto the question they were all asking: what was a unicorn?
Alastor always did say that Orobas had a flair for showing off when explaining simple things.
Mangled horn began to glow a deep scarlet hue, as small flames appeared on the ground before them. For a moment, the flames threatened to get out of control, but they were soon corralled by Orobas’ magic. They shaped themselves into a horse with a horn, and with a large, feathered hoof, the duocorn began to explain.
“Take a horse. Any horse. Put a long, spiraled horn on it, and that is a unicorn.”
The flames shifted again, to show two unicorns, one smaller than the other.
“The two I’m after are dangerous, and if I don’t capture them for my…master, I’m wasting my time.” Orobas said. The word “master” felt foreign to him. But what else could you call a god who was forcing you to bend to his will?[/smear:00FF00]
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Zagmus
Outsiders
"If you keep looking at me, your face is coming off."
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Post by Zagmus on Aug 8, 2017 18:38:22 GMT
The question seemed to carry between them all, what was a unicorn. Was it like a zebra, or something like Orobas? Zagmus couldn't help but silently ponder to himself on the question. He had heard of all sorts of tales when he use to live with his family, of demons and monsters, but the word unicorn seemed foreign even to him. Another strong frown tugged at his features as Orobas moved, his heterochromic eyes only seemed to widen as the beast's horn produced a bright glow.
Zagmus was tempted to skitter back but instead he moved to Kula's side. Moving with some uncertainty as he lowered his head, seeming to grunt at the ground near the dancing flames. The big barbary lion was concerned, confused, but in awe of the magic the other had produced. Yet at the same time he felt a small trinkle of fear in his core. Dark ears turned to lay at the sides of his skull as much as possible.
"Your master?"
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