Though she was blind in both eyes, her 'sight' wasn't entirely gone, her nose and feet helped guide her where she believed was the correct location to go to. Her ears skin were the secondary line of defense for her, they helped her 'see and feel' what was going on around her. Her eye sight barely can help her anymore, the aged soul misses, though it had been only a year within this body, it was still heard to work around figuring things out. The things she could see were the size of a straw, small and extremely blurry. During the day nothing was visible as it was like staring up at a god themselves blocking out everything around her. Night time was better because she could at least make out what was the sky and what was the ground. But that was about it. Huffing she takes a breath and tries to taste the air. There were scents here atop the aired ones, it reminded her of the passage way in her old home with hoe many scents she was tasting. None though however she could recognize at all. So she had entirely left her home land and now reached a new one, interesting.

But she had to stop worrying about that right now, her skin felt as if it was on fire, she had to find a place to rest and sooth her flamed skin. Her albino body leads under the afternoon sunlight until she felt the 'hitch' in the taste of the air. A plant...tree...bog...something that was musky was near by. Aimlessly her head moves around trying to find any shape or shadow to make out, finally, there in the distance she spotted the line of trees. Yes, finally. Bouncing she made her way slithering across the landscape hoping she was going the right way and that nothing would stop her from getting where she needed to be. Out of the sun.

@Lilitu

The autumn sun was unrelenting as she wandered along the passage. Though it was a touch cooler than the summer sun, on days like today it almost felt like she was baking in the sun. She panted softly, as she veered across the passage, heading for the shade promised there, and it wasn't until she got there that she realized she wasn't alone. Helah nodded to the strange lioness, before laying down in the shade and letting out a low sigh.

"It's awful hot out to be sitting here in this meager shade, with no where to go." She said to the lioness, glancing over at her. "This is Amaryllis, and this" She gestured with a paw to the land they were in. "Is a recruitment ground for prides." How generous of her to explain!

"You looking for a home?" She asks, brow raising as she turned to study her- waiting to see what she had to say.

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Thank the heaven she had reached it, the way of her knowing this, was the feeling on her back was no longer painful but felt cooled. She goes to lower herself softly to the ground but the exhaustion had worn on her and so she plummets loudly with a gruff sound escaping her lips. She rose her head up and takes a deeper breath through her mouth and out her nose. 'It's awful hot out to be sitting here in this meager shade, with no where to go' the words echoed in her ears as if she was drugged. She snapped her head to the sound and her white pupils grew wide as she store off blankly into the distance. Then the other spoke again and she was able to do her best to hone in where the other was. 'Is a recruitment ground for prides.' So she was right in thinking that this had reminded her of the passages of her home lands. " Yes I am aware." now she didn't mean to come of snarky but one that was old enough could tell with the amount of smells here that this place was either a gathering point , a war zone or a place to find recruitments. Scarred features blankly pinch a moment as she speaks before continuing. " I am looking for descendants of my family. I am unsure if they have ventured this far and beyond our home. Granted it is not beside them to venture this far anyway..." she replied with a swallow down her throat. She shifts to sit up, trying to make her young body more 'larger'. Though she couldnt really see this other person she could make out that their shape was a lot hefty than her own. Which was a problem if this other decided to pull some hot strings on her. Her voice and way of speaking always was more mature than her appearance led on to be. She would flicker an ear front and then backwards a moment before sniffling the air quickly. @Helah ♔

@Lilitu

Helah's gaze was calm, observational, and she did not miss the vacancy in the stranger's gaze that she had seen before in another- blind? She is silent when the other speaks, staring out across the passage with disinterest- as she considers what she is hearing from her.

"And what is this family called?" She asks, curious now. Of course, she assumes that should she want- she can take this blind creature back to the bluffs, willing or no...

Yet, Helah is interested enough in her potential story, that she is willing to hear her out- to see if there's anything interesting about her. Potentially, maybe she'd have something useful to amuse Helah.

Or perhaps, she would decide to be helpful- for the eventual favor she could be owed.

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Her head shifts a bit before looking at the shadowy blanket before her, she wasn't sure if she was looking at the tree or the lion in question, so just in case she turns her head a bit more away from the shadow and then speaks. " Miroslav. " was the only reply given. Her eyes then turn to look as she speaks again. " They are often regarded as heathens with no remorse, sometimes a bit too ambitious for their own foolish good. They are often vengeful and cruel hearted. .... oftenly..." she trails off describing those she had grown up with eons ago. The aged soul recalls back to Ulysses and Hannibal and then recalling the women as well. The whole lot of them could be chaotic and overly so at times. She doesn't move then, she just stares at the other as a small breeze titles through and she takes a breath, not realizing she had been holding it waiting for the other to respond.

@Helah ♔

Scorpius

 

Another day finds Scorpius in the passage, a dutiful heir. His attention is quickly snagged by a pale figure and a Bluffs lioness, perhaps trying to tempt her into the Bluffs. Unwilling to give up a potential recruit, the Miroslav walks quietly toward them, arriving quickly enough to hear the tail end of that conversation.

Red eyes set heavily on the albino. "I think you’ll find speaking of my family like that will not earn you a place in them, if you are truly who you claim to be or not." Instead of an invitation, @Lilitu is given a warning. Scorpius looks the woman over, finding her to be lacking anything that speaks of shared blood. Not that his is the only branch - surely, other Miroslavs exist. But he is not interested in them if they are all like this wench.

"Who are you?"

@Helah ♔

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As the female speaks, the name clangs through Helah. Miroslav Oh, how she has heard that before. Yet, before she can say anything of what she knows of them- minimal as it is... another figure appears. Young, larger than she, and... he doesn't seem happy with the topic of conversation. Helah watches curiously as he challenges the female for how she speaks of what is apparently his family.

Interesting..

"Touchy, touchy." She said from where she lay, watching with a wryly amused expression on her face. "Easy there handsome, conversation isn't much to get riled up about." She cooed, pairing her words with a wink. "You are interrupting girl talk."

"Yet, it seems that he's useful to you dear- as he claims the same blood." She says simply, watching the male and the female, waiting to see what happened next.

@Lilitu @Scorpius

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Before the other nameless lioness could give any sort of answers, a male young at that shows up and attempts to preach at her on how to behave when speaking about her family. Family she was raised under and knew all too well how they really behaved. She looks at him in the generalized direction with a flick of her ear forward. Her eyes only raise due to her brows as her marred features sneer as the other women talks about 'interrupting girl talk'. Well then. She then remarks back at the shadowy male figure before them both with little interest. "You are not a true Miroslav or else you wouldn't be stating such words to someone whom is your elder." she paused just a moment "That is IF you are a Miroslav." She doesnt leave her attention from the male and instead speaks generally to the younger women. " That may be true but it all depends on his parentage. After all I am looking for descendants of Miroslav original lineage." now there was no telling what kinda of women and men that her forbearing ancestors were laying with after she had died. And it had been many many eons since she was able to talk to the spirit realm about those under the same surname. After all during that time the Dieu's and Zero's were thick at each other for many reasons. She then blinks her attention away from the male and to the female. "My name is Lilitu Miroslav. Daughter of Lykos Miroslav and Eumelia Miroslav and niece to Hannibal Miroslav and Ulysses Miroslav." she speaks proudly of their names. There is after all no ill regard to them ever. "And your words go unbothered child, after all that was and is how the Miroslav's behaved much before your parents even thought of breeding you into existence. My words are not filled with any dagger or poison as they are true to their actions and history." though they may not be how they are here, perhaps this Miroslav child was a fourth branch from some estranged family line. Her words are spoken with intellect, respect and age. Her body's cage may be young but her mind and soul were that of a eight year old lioness who fought and carried along side her uncles and family proudly. "And you child. Who are you since you claim to be family." again her words hold no daggers only questions. She needed to find out more about the family and how they reigned in this new landscape. Where they masking their devils? or had they all truly gone soft..

@Helah ♔ @Scorpius

Scorpius

 

All so very quickly, Scorpius realises the girl is insane. He should pity her, but nothing but anger boils in the Miroslav’s chest. She might be insane, but she speaks down to him - as if he is lesser, as if he is not his father’s heir, the son of the patriarch. Insanity is not an excuse for disrespect. It is not an excuse to insult him, or his kin. After years of suffering that, Scorpius finds he has no tolerance for it.

The Bluffs woman is ignored, but kept within his line of sight. His patience runs out by the time the albino lioness demands to know who he is - and Scorpius is all too happy to answer her.

"Scorpius," he answers curtly, with utterly no anger in his voice, despite the way it simmers just under the surface. His lips split into a snarl. "The patriarch of the Miroslav." And with that, he lunges directly toward the lioness's face, his jaws opening to attempt to grab her left upper muzzle and try to hold it. At the same time, his left front paw lefts and he attempts to slam it into the side of her neck, claws extended to try to dig them deep into her flesh.

Scorpius vs @Lilitu
For Major Maim
I of IV
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 17 + 18 + 14 + 10 + 6 + 3 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 20 + 1 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 16 + 6 + 7 + 10

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'Scorpius,he patriarch of the Miroslav' She wasn't sure if he truly was the leader of their family, she had not heard of such information passed to her along her spiritual travels. She wanted to question him more, who was his parentage, what branch did his bloodline come from. Where they the true Miroslavs or one in name only? Her chest releases a sigh from where she sits next to the other woman. She goes to speak more to the other woman but before she could ask something regarding the land here the man comes after her. Her eye sight isnt great but the rumble that the earth gave told her he didnt just walk sit or lay, he thrusted his weight onto the ground. Instantly she rose up from her seat to protect herself. She scrunches her face up and aims to scoot herself away from the other women, it wasn't going to be a pretty sight to get them involved and it was bad enough she couldnt see very well. Better to give a wide field for her right? In a split second all things blow up and she goes on the defensive the best and as fast as she could.

He lungs at her face and the only thing she knew to do was to try her best to move her head oppositely to the right as his mouth goes over the bridge of her nose. Shit shit shit! ⨳ Her back legs spring her up and forward as his left arm smacks her neck, she coils her shoulder up to try and cup his attempt at her neck, but the nails find a soft spot there and she feel the prick of pain as he lands his paw on her body. She retaliates by stretching her own right arm out to grab at the shadow figure at her face attempting to grab where she could reach at him (neck area). Her back legs push her forward and her ⨳right arm then aims to attempt to grab at his face (near the his ear/jaw line) and attempt to drag her paw down. He was much larger than she was but she wouldnt doubt herself, she had fought others in her previous life large and smaller than this 'scorpius' and she would be damned if she didnt give her all here too. Growling she shoves her ears backwards and stabilizes her legs under the pressure to try and get the man off of her face. She was already screwed as it was she didnt need any more damage there, not that she really cared after all but her face was something she was sensitive over.


@Scorpius vs. Lilitu
for: Back the fuck off
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 6 + 19 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 16 + 18 + 8 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 18 + 13 + 16 + 12