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The serpent moved with a deadly grace that sent shivers down the spine of the night itself. Her eyes blazed with the fire of vengeance, each flicker a testament to the strength of her resolve. The taste of fresh blood on her tongue heightened her senses to a fever pitch, driving her forward with a singular purpose. The very thought of anyone daring to threaten her ignited a fury within her that could not be contained.

With each sinuous movement, she hunted down her prey with a ferocity that surpassed that of any other creature in the realm. Her belly, once empty, now swelled with the flesh of the fool who had dared to challenge her dominion. The audacity of his actions only fueled the flames of rage burning within her, propelling her forward with an unyielding determination that nothing could extinguish.

As she descended, the lioness's heart was heavy with the weight of the trials she had faced. Each step down the well-worn paths brought back memories of battles fought and losses endured. She knew the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the riverbank below. The serpent, a sinister presence that slithered and hissed, waiting to strike at any moment.

When she finally reached the water's edge, she did not take a moment to rest or quench her thirst. Instead, her gaze was fixed on the surroundings, her senses alert and wary. The few plants that clung to life in this harsh terrain seemed to beckon her, their tendrils reaching out as if to warn her of the dangers that lay ahead.

Miaran's mind raced with thoughts of survival and perseverance. She may not have known the names of the plants in the common tongue, but she knew enough to avoid the desert rose, a beautiful yet deadly flower that could easily lead to her demise. In this harsh and unforgiving land, she had to rely on her instincts and intuition to guide her through the treacherous terrain.


@Aphrodite

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God has mercy, I don't

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead Aphrodite traveled through the Dunes and into the Gorge, but she hadn't been the only one. Aphrodite had caught the scent of a very lovely, dangerously delicious, woman who she had tasted the iron that flowed through her veins. At first, Aphrodite had thought about making herself known but instead the Oasis woman decided to track her, keeping herself downwind from @Miaran and allowing herself to fall into a pace that was slow and careful. Her steps barely made a sound as she walked at a luxurious pace and only did Aphrodite stop when she came up to a few boulders and spotted Miaran standing at a stream. Amethyst jewels watched the woman, keeping herself low to the ground and out of sight. She wanted to see what this woman would do. +10 Track someone through a neutral territory +20 Successfully stay hidden throughout the duration of a thread? Double exp"Talk here." && 'Think here.'

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Funny how what some sought to avoid, others sought to cultivate. While @Miaran kept away from the desert rose, Arcania had been tracking it through the gorge, paying close attention to where it typically grew so she could find it more easily in the future without having to wander the entire territory. She'd been correct in her hypothesis, and so she found herself in an area with several patches of it.

There was another nearby, she could tell by the distinctive sounds of the sand (some things never left one, even though it had been years since she'd lived in the Oasis), but she paid them little mind as she dug up several of the plants, careful to avoid puncturing the roots with her claws or getting too near them. For one, the toxins were in the roots, and for another, she wanted to replant them in the Brook and see if she could convince them to keep growing there. The Brook was far better than the Bluffs for cultivating most plants, but there were some that she would still have to work at. It was intriguing to her, this difference.

She did spare a glance in the direction of the sounds, though, not about to entirely ignore another's presence. The X'uekai weren't exactly the most liked family in the lands at the moment, after all.

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Miaran's heart pounded in her chest as she ventured through the desolate landscape, feeling the weight of solitude crushing down on her. But deep down, she knew she was never truly alone. There were eyes watching her every move, unseen but ever present, like a ghost haunting her every step.

The memory of Aphrodite's touch still lingered on her lips, a bittersweet reminder of the past she had left behind in the Pit. But here, in this harsh and unforgiving terrain, her focus was sharp and unwavering. Every sense heightened, every nerve on edge, she navigated her surroundings with a sense of quiet determination.

As she came across more of the deadly desert roses, she instinctively steered clear, knowing the danger they posed. But she sensed that she was not the only one interested in those toxic plants. A rustling in the distance caught her attention, and she turned to see a figure approaching, their presence foreign and unknown.

Curiosity piqued, Miaran watched in silence as the stranger carefully uprooted the desert roses, their movements deliberate and precise. There was a certain grace in their actions, a tenderness towards the deadly flora that spoke volumes. Every movement was made with such precision and care, as if each root and stem held some deep significance. And as the stranger worked diligently to ensure that the delicate desert rose remained unharmed, Miaran couldn't help but be moved by the passion and dedication they poured into their task. It was clear that this person was on a mission, driven by a sense of purpose that resonated deeply within her own being.


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The other seemed uninclined to approach, but she certainly had a staring problem, Arcania thought as she continued to dig up the roses, setting them aside in a pile as she did so. They didn't have regular roots so much as they had root balls, she noticed with some interest. It was going to be a pain to dig holes big enough for them back in the Brook when the dirt didn't give like sand did. Hrm, perhaps she could find a more sandy area to plant them in...

Like what you see? she asked finally, raising her eyebrow though she didn't look in the other woman's direction. Either that or she was very patiently waiting her turn at the plants, of which there would be plenty left by the time Arcania was done. There were only so many she could safely carry back, considering the majority of the plant was toxic if it was bitten into. She was willing to share, of course, but not if the other woman was going to keep doing the creepy stalker thing.

That there was another actually doing the creepy stalker thing in the background, she wasn't aware of, but if she was, she would've found it hilarious and fitting considering how often she'd done it to others.

@Miaran

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Miaran couldn't tear her eyes away as she watched Arcania delicately handle the toxic plant, a mix of fascination and apprehension washing over her. The viper made a conscious effort to keep her distance, knowing all too well the dangers that lurked within the plant's deadly embrace. Every fiber of her being urged her to stay away, but something deep within her compelled her to approach, to seek out the mysterious stranger's intentions.

As Miaran cautiously inched closer, her heart pounded in her chest, her instincts on high alert. The viper lowered herself down into a sitting position, her tail gently coiling around her hindquarters, a gesture meant to convey a sense of peace and openness towards the stranger.

After a brief pause, she found her voice and dared to break the silence, her words tinged with a hint of emotion, "Usually, most would not go to such lengths to protect those plants. You must have a reason, a purpose for doing so, yes?" Each syllable was carefully considered before being spoken, a slight hesitancy betraying the fact that Common was not her mother tongue.

"Your scent is unlike any other I have come across before," Miaran observed, feeling a tinge of curiosity and intrigue as the unfamiliar essence filled her senses. Helah's words about the ten prides on the island echoed in her mind, confirming that this lioness must belong to one of them.



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Her approach was tentative enough that Arcania wasn't sure she was going to come at all. Either she was timid or she knew better than to brazenly approach someone who was working with poisonous plants. Could be both, technically. But she finally did speak and Arcania had heard that sort of accent enough during her time in the Bluffs that she could immediately place it. Had one of the Dieu gotten lost? Perhaps.

You are correct. I'm gathering them to take them home and attempt to replant them, she replied, not caring about telling the other her plan because what was she going to do? Try to stop her? Arcania would have liked to see her try. Or perhaps she thought she'd run off and go tell someone. In that case, who? Arcania couldn't think of anyone who would be a threat to her.

I am the sovereign of Vermeda Brook, she said of the woman's statement about her scent. Arcania X'uekai. And are you a lost Dieudonne? Yes, she knew there were plenty of other lions who spoke the same language (she'd ironically run into one such male in this same location before) but it was still a logical assumption to make. If it was the case, surely the bloodthirsty family would be pleased to have their wayward member found. And if not then it didn't really matter.

@Miaran

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The lioness spoke of taking them home, and nurturing them back to life. Miaran couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity and admiration for this lioness, so fierce and caring in her purpose. Oh, how the heart swelled with honor as the stranger told of her pride and rank, a symbol of strength and leadership unmatched. This lioness, fierce and regal, now ruled over another pride, commanding respect and admiration from all who gazed upon her magnificent presence. Yet, Miaran could not shake the burning desire within her soul to uncover the mysterious surname that had been granted to her. As a relentless sleuth, she thirsted for knowledge, constantly seeking to unravel the secrets that lay hidden in the shadows.

The fire of curiosity that burned within her could not be extinguished, driving her to push further, to delve deeper into the mysteries that surrounded her. Oh, the overwhelming emotions that consumed her, the passion that drove her forward in her quest for truth and understanding. For Miaran was not content with mere scraps of information; she yearned for the complete picture, for the full story that would reveal her true identity and place in this world. And so, with unwavering determination and boundless fervor, she embarked on her journey, ready to conquer any obstacle in her path in her relentless pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment.

When the question of her own identity arose, Miaran hesitated for a moment before proclaiming, "Non, I am not." But then, with a sense of resolve and defiance, she declared, "I am Miaran Jisazith." Her status may have been complicated, with offers from different factions vying for her allegiance, but she knew where her loyalty truly lay. In that moment, amidst the uncertainty and the unknown, Miaran felt a fire burning within her. She was a wanderer, a seeker of truth, a warrior with a heart of gold. And as she looked at the lioness before her, she knew that their paths had crossed for a reason, that their destinies were intertwined in ways they could not yet comprehend.


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Well, one couldn't be right every time. Would've been nice to be right this time though. Alas.

Well, if you're ever seeking others who speak your language, they reside within Wolfbron Bluffs, she said, in a conversation eerily similar to the one she'd had with Sebastien. That had worked out with him eventually joining the Dieu pride, so perhaps this would as well.

Honestly, if they ever made their way back to the Bluffs she wanted a damn rank or something for recruiting members for them.

Just be aware, they aren't for the faint of heart, she said with a sly smile. Though, judging by how you don't seem bothered by my choice of plants to collect, you won't be bothered by it.

@Miaran

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Miaran's heart raced as she shook her head slowly at the statement from the red lioness. Her emotions were in check as she shifted in her sitting position, feeling the weight of her decisions bearing down on her. "I have met several already," she murmured, the words heavy with the weight of her past and the uncertainty of her future. Louve's invitation beckoned her, but she hesitated, her mind racing with the consequences of her actions.

It was against her very nature to act impulsively, a lesson ingrained in her by the Mob and her upbringing. She had always been a thinker, a strategist, carefully weighing her options before making a move. And yet, here she was, a fugitive from the very group that had raised her, contemplating a decision that could change the course of her life forever.

But she held her secrets close, guarding them with a shrug in response to the lioness's words about the Wolfbron pride. "I am aware of... enough," she replied cryptically, feeling the weight of unspoken words between her and Louve hanging in the air. The decision of where she would ultimately make her home loomed over her, a choice that could not be made lightly.

As she sat there, torn between her past and an uncertain future, Miaran knew that the day of reckoning would come. But for now, she remained rooted in place, her heart pounding with the weight of her choices.

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God has mercy, I don't

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