if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

OOC: please allow @Skorvaga to post first <3

"There it is, dear one. Does it please you?" Voice hummed, breath dancing, heated, upon her right ear as evening fell. Winged feet propelled the giant forward at a measured pace, eager as they might be to embrace his awaiting destiny, he is loathe to absent her side. Lips peeled back, drawn into expression of both pleasure and impatience.
Pearlescent blue stare stretched out along the sand bridge on which wearied paws marched, keen and beholding of the beginnings of a forest in the far-off distance, framed by the rise of two looming stone peaks. A paradise far beyond the desolate scape of the past week, travel dust marking the rich hue of his fur much more than his vanity would prefer.
The scent of lion catches him, dense, numerous. "I wonder if they even speak, or are too savage for words." He mused, laughing softly as his long tail ensnared hers.

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"Aenean quis faucibus dui."

His voice would hum, curling around her ears in a seductive melody. Did it please her? Ice blue gaze would look over the land ahead of them with a look of excitement and thrill. Her short legs would move quickly beneath her to keep up with her much larger sibling and lover. " “Yes, dear Brother, it does very much.” She would purr, her voice mischievous as she pressed her frame against his side as they moved. Her shoulder just above his flank, their tails would entertwine as they pressed forward towards the two looming stone peaks.

He would speak, laughing softly, his words would cause her to inhale deeply, pulling in the scents of many lions. The girl would chuckle, were the lions here such savages that they could not speak? Was that not what they were taught? " “Lets find out how savage they can be, hmm?” Her tones were low, for his ears, but it was merely a precaution, looking around there was no one to be seen- yet.


@Acheron

I'm looking for a place to start

And everything feels so different now

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Maia had never been a savage, but she would allow a savage into her home if they were willing to protect her, and her family. They had to be loyal to her, to fight for her, and if it were possible, they would have the chance to die for her in battle, should the situation arise. Maia had yet to find a lion willing of such a proposal (other than her husband, but she did not wish to lose him so quickly), but she would certainly keep trying, especially with the threat of war on the distant horizon.

Encroaching Maua's Passage, the grey High Sovereign is quick to find two lone rogues who appeared lost. It was evident from their trajectory that they had just entered the sandy barren wasteland, and the Tolkien was more than happy to point them in the right direction - wherever that might be. Changing her course of travel and halting in front of them both, the gentle Queen smiled at them both. “Welcome to Amaryllis, the both of you,” She hums, looking between them both. “Are you in search of a home, or just further direction into these lands?”

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She does not often visit the passage, but the young heiress has grown antsy in recent days. There has bloomed a need to learn and conquer, to strengthen the Dieudonne force within amaryllis. Wolfbron is the primary piece, but she is not blind to the ambitions that fuel the pride. With gauthier claiming his own and vermier also seeking more power Louve feels unsettled. For every set of claws they lose from the bluffs another must take its place.

There is no specific reason that she is drawn to this pair, except, perhaps that they are a pair. Two for one you might say, and the presence of another does not deter her. Louve slips close, stalking she-wolf that she is, and flashes a toothy grin to the strangers. Catching the end of Maia’s words she adds — “or perhaps somezing more?” her French accent is thick, the English words feel bulky on her tongue, but she adapts out of sheer necessity.

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if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

Indeed, he knew that the teachings were but lies. There did exist a paradise beyond the claustrophobic halls of the children of the sun. Here it was! By happenstance or design, they had been called to it, winged angels at the gates of the heathen paradise. What dark wonders must await.

The heady, rippling sensation of her body tasting his side and her words caressing his ears continuedly threatened to distract him from the task at hand. And though he would not let up an inch of space between them, he spared a sharp snap of his jaws her way, both warning for tempting him and a sweet, sweet promise.

Tongue slithered over his teeth, nodding at @Skorvaga as he catches the vision in grey (@Maia) approach. Gargantuan proportions drive him to a halt, using his tail to anchor his petite companion as liquid gaze appraised the unknown lioness.

But where are your wings, sweet savage?

She speaks, it is a surprise, though it ought not to be. So much that the elders had proclaimed were known by them now to be false. An old familiar rage boils beneath his charming, composed exterior. "Greetings! We are.."

Just as he is to speak once again, another barbarian (@Louve) approaches. Her words of intrigue silencing the male, just as her cloud marked face garners his deep curiosity. Features twist in her direction, mildly noting the accent as brilliant eyes drink her in. "...and what is it that you offer us, sweet one?" The devil smiles, snaking his chin forward with a tilt.

"My name is Acheron Sideris, and this, is Skorvaga Sideris." He gestures to his darling one with a flick of his entwined tail. "And indeed, perhaps we could find a hearth to lay our wearied heads...?" This would prove to be education, he could feel it in his bones.

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"Aenean quis faucibus dui."

Her distractions would cause a snap of teeth in her direction, a warning but one that caused her to shiver with anticipation. For good measure, she would stumble a step, her frame pressing more firmly into his flank before she would straighten slightly, showing she was done teasing him- for the time being. It was good she did, for only moments later a grey figure would appear. His nod to her was a sign, ‘look over here dear one’ it said and her icy gaze obediently followed.

Her giant counterpart would come to a halt, intertwined tails would tug at her as she came to a stop as well. She had no wings. Odd. Excitement bubbled beneath her skin, causing fur to bristle ever so slightly as she shifted her gaze to Acheron momentarily before turning back to the pale woman. To their surprise, the gray one would speak, Maia. Oh how the scholars had lied to them all. Of course, she was not surprised by this knowledge, her sibling had already showed her many truths that their teachers had lied about.

He would begin to speak but would then stop as another approached, her accent strange but her words were nearly seductive. Skorvaga would regard the woman with intrigue, her markings were so exotic, was this the norm in this land? The girl would shift, scooting a bit closer and forward, though she had yet to come level with her kin’s shoulders. He would smile, sweet words slipping from his jaws, and despite how it irked her that he was using honeyed tones on another lioness, she remained silent and watching.

Introductions would come and Acheron would introduce himself and then her, when her name was spoke she would nod pleasantly, playing along. He sought a place to rest wearied heads and she would nearly snort. They were far from wearied, he was playing it safe- but why? Why tease the savages?


@Acheron @Maia @Louve

I'm looking for a place to start

And everything feels so different now

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She absent-mindedly takes a seat in front of the two rogues, her crown turning to look at @Louve as she too enters. The young lioness smelt of Wolfbron, and the woman took mental note of their pride's scent before turning her attention back to the two rogues before them.

It is @Acheron that seemed to be the talkative representative of the pair, and Maia smirks at his comment toward the younger lioness, curious to see her reaction before happily answering his question. “It is good to meet you both, Acheron and Skorvaga.” Their names are a little more difficult to pronounce than most, but she still manages. “I am Maia, and I'm the High Sovereign of a pride called Firnen, located in a Rainforest to the east of here.” She pauses briefly, before continuing. “We are in need of barbarians, warriors... lions who will protect in a time of chaos and uncertainty. We are a growing pride, but one that will value you both. We ask that you participate in our hunts, and protect us when needed. Practise your trades - otherwise, the time is your own. There are plenty of ranks open to challenge, if that is your wish.” She comments, wondering if this would be enough to bring the two Sideris' back to Firnen.

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A lazy shrug, as if it was of no consequence whether they followed her or not. "Zat depends on your ambitions." There was much that Louve could offer them, but not if they stood idly by. The male speaks for them both, it seems, and yet her saffron gaze hovered for a length of time on the female. There was no timidness in her and yet she stays silent -- how odd.

"Wolfbron will have you fight for what you want," she promised in a low pitched voice, "zho eef your clawz are sharp..." Trailing off she flashed another peek of ivory teeth, splitting her attention between the two. "Zere ees much we have to give."

Louve had not yet given her name, and perhaps that was intentional, drawing out the curiosity for as long as she could. Or perhaps it was a sign of her youth and inexperience, thinking not of the stiff formalities and only of the appeal of passions and desires. Either way she says nothing more, no grand speech to draw them in nor promises of anything more than possibility.

@Skorvaga @Acheron @Maia

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if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

@Skorvaga remained silent, an unusual occurrence but the devil does not turn his gaze questioningly upon her. That would draw too much attention. Though he's curious as to her motive and not quite so arrogant as to imagine that he has covered all of her questions, but perhaps she longs to play the mute, the submissive gentlewoman to his more confident personality. A great jest she played indeed.
Riveted attentions were feasted upon the two females before him, switching carefully between each as they spoke in turn. The beautiful grey Sovereign, Maia, offered up so much of herself and her tribal home. Touting for muscle and claws. He cannot deny that her proposition was inviting. But then again, desperation did have a certain allure.

The unnamed siren gave a different account of her savage home, if he was to understand her accent correctly, that was. Hers a description of a dark and warring place. It is perhaps this 'Wolfbron' that snugly captures Acheron's own particular inclinations.

Veiled expression twisted back to Skorvaga, a single raised brow was all that he might share with his beautiful, moon marked sister. Knowing in an instant that it would be a foolhardy expedition to arrive in certain paradise only to have to fight tooth and claw for every mere morsel of living.
"So kind, for both of your invitations." Charm exudes, smooth and eel like as his skull rotates back toward the pair. "But if we are obliged to choose... then it must be the Rainforest." He does not provide a reason, for certainly there were only a few worthy of note.


@Maia @Louve

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She would catch the questioning arch of his brow as he fleetingly looked at her. Shoulder touching his flank would shrug ever so slightly. She was perfectly capable of speaking, but the usually outspoken woman was content to listen for a change. @Maia would turn both of their attention as she spoke, pleasantries an all that. Skorvaga would bob her head in acknowledgement. A rainforest. Interesting. It sounded…humid. Though she was sure that would be a welcome relief in the winter, she wondered how they would cope in the summer.

She called for warriors, those willing and able to defend the forest in times of chaos and she nearly laughed. They could certainly defend, if that was what she needed- her darling brother was more than willing to dive into the chaos…he lived for it. She liked the idea of getting a rank, but the woman would outwardly appear stoic. Revealing nothing yet. Then it was the mysterious one’s turn to speak. A lazy shrug and she would speak of ambition with such an accent that the blue woman nearly didn’t understand her.

The woman would regard her more than her brother, Skorvaga was careful to keep her stoic, confident mask in place as she returned the gaze. She was far from timid, she simply didn’t have a reason to speak- yet. The boldness that contained within Skorvaga would glimmer under the surface, listening as the mysterious one spoke of her home- Wolfrbon. They were a fighting group as well, though it seemed they were more focused on it than Maia’s pride. The flash of ivory would show to the younger sibling as a challenge, a temptation. There was much they had to give- if only they fought for it.

Her brothers gaze would turn to her again, her brow would arch, head tilting ever so slightly towards Maia. As if giving her answer to the beast for him to speak. He would speak with such elegance, the charming voice certainly adopted from his time with the scholars teachers- even if he vehemently denied it. She would smile as he decided for them, or had he? The rainforest would be their home. The small creature would shift, eager to be moving and seeing this new home of theirs. “Shall we be off, then?” She would finally speak, honeyed tones shifting from Maia to her brother expectantly.

@Acheron @Louve

"Skorvaga speech." "Acheron speech."

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