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Post by ♥Picasso on Sept 5, 2012 14:34:48 GMT
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The rain reflected Denim's foul mood. As he trudged through the drenched mud and grime, he kept his head bowed low and shoulders stooped. Nothing could lift him from this constant misery. It had been months since his brother and sister had discovered his betrayal. It had been weeks since the meeting in the Meadow, where he had come to the realisation that his own father shared some of his own opinions. He didn't know whether Alex or Nebula had found out what Panja had spoken on that day, and he hoped to God they didn't. They would be horrified to find out that their father had a change of heart. Denim was scared that Alex would one day overthrow his father and take the Iris Pride for himself. Panja was not a fit leader, not since Florence's death, and he probably never would be. Not if he kept conversing with that Rikki wolf. The concept still confused Denim. What was Panja playing at?
Pausing, Denim peered up at the black sky. It was midday, yet everything was a dreary grey. Droplets of rain fell on his face, and he soon looked down, blinking the rain from his eyes. His main was still not fully formed, which was thankfully good in such wet weather. The mane would be weighing him down, drenched thick with rain. He looked forward at the church he was slowly approaching. It was crumbling after so many years lacking the care it needed. Denim wouldn't be surprised if the whole building will be gone in the next year or so, collapsing in on it's misery. He let out a snort, before averting his gaze to the graveyard that he now stood in. The corroded tombstones stood out of the ground pathetically. Most names were worn away by the rain, making it impossible to read who now lay here. Denim had never seen or met a human. He felt little for the dead bodies that would have since rotten away in the ground.
Drooping his long, thin tail, Denim looked around desperately. He had been hoping to meet Natiri here. They had organised this since when they had met each other at the meeting. He'd been looking forward to it for weeks. Wanting to seek shelter from the constant downpour of rain, Denim slid through the double doors of the church. It was only fractionally dryer in here than outside. The roof was littered with cracks and holes, letting the rain drip onto the stone floor. Lowering himself onto his haunches, Denim momentarily closed his eyes. He missed his family. He wished that his two siblings could see him in the light that he saw himself. He longed for them to see dogs differently. He would never let them meet Iri, however. Denim could see the crazed hate already in their eyes. They already looked so much like their mother it hurt. He was almost sure they would launch themselves at her as soon as they set eyes on the dog. Denim wouldn't let them hurt his best friend.
A small smile quirked at his lips as he thought back to his fully grown friend. How she had grown! It had staggered Denim when he'd set eyes on her at the meeting. Denim wondered what she must've thought of Denim. He was much larger than her now. He wished he wasn't, though. He wished he was the same size as Iri. Being a lion wasn't exactly stealthy in the middle of a grey city. That's where his ivory siblings had the advantage. They could more easily blend into the city. That's why Denim preferred venturing into the countryside. It was a more natural habitat than the towering buildings.
It was risky, but Denim decided to make a bit of noise, just to let Natiri know that he was here and waiting. Stepping out of the church and back into the rain, he opened his mouth. Sucking in a breath, Denim filled his lungs... and let out a roar. He was sure he heard more crumbling from the poor church as the noise reverberated around the building. Smiling to himself, he began to pace around the outside of the church as he waited for the arrival of his best friend.
ooc; Mac, idk whether you have time to be in this one, but you can always pop in when you have time? But wew
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Post by Zen on Sept 5, 2012 15:45:52 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa446/jadedog08/alextable4-2.png]What another dreary day. Was this rain ever going to end? Alex was beginning to forget what the sun looked like. He currently sat crouched on top of one of the lower buildings that made up the Iris Pride's network of rooftops, beneath a large awning that kept most the water off his head. Soon enough his eye caught sight of something moving in the alley below and it didn’t take long for his mind to register the young lion’s face as belonging to Denim. Alex hardly felt guilty about the prickle of hatred that burned in his chest whenever he saw or thought about his brother. That cowardly idiot. That doglover. Why was he even still in Iris? Denim didn’t deserve the food and safety that this Pride gave him. Probably the only reason he was still here was because he was too weak and pathetic to fend for himself elsewhere. If it was up to Alex, he would have been run out of this place a long time ago... but no, sadly those kind of decisions still rested with his lunatic of a father. For once he actually found himself agreeing with Tempest; really, a peace treaty? Only a complete madman would believe that could ever last. The word peace would have no meaning while dogs still thrived in this city.
Alex followed Denim's movements with his eyes. Where could he possibly be going in this weather, all alone? He walked with such grim determination that he couldn’t possibly just be out for a walk in the rain. Interested, Alex crept forward on his belly as if he were stalking prey, silent as a mouse, inching along the edge of the roof and never once taking his attention away from Denim. He hardly cared as the thick raindrops began to pelt his body. In fact, they were like a blessing in disguise, since they'd help mask his scent. Where you going there, doglover? Alex sneered in his mind. His brother seemed to be heading out of Iris territory altogether, which could only mean one thing.
Oh, wasn’t this just perfect timing...if he kept following, maybe he’d end up discovering the secret spot where Denim and that little rat liked to meet up. Even better, maybe he’d see the dog itself. Immediately a flurry of deliciously violent images began swimming around in his head. He wanted to see this dog, this friend of Denim’s, reduced to a heap of bloody pieces. He wanted to kill, and he wanted to make Denim stand by helplessly and watch as he did it. After all, standing by and doing nothing was the only thing Denim was good at.
Yes, this was more than just about ridding the city of another dog: this was about revenge. Denim had fled that night the three of them had been kidnapped. He’d just stood idly by and left them there to be taken! If Denim had been in that prison cell along with them, he wouldn’t be so forgiving. He knew what the dogs had done to his family, and still he insisted on trying to make friends with them. He’d run away like the coward he was and left Alex to the mercy of the canines. Well, now it was Alex’s turn to scar him.
Mud splattered against his legs and chest once he dropped to the ground to begin following Denim out into the city's central district. He was careful to keep himself a good distance behind the other lion at all times, grateful that his white body could be camouflaged among the mist and fog that seeped through the streets. His eyes narrowed when Denim finally stopped in front of the old chapel. He didn't see the dog yet, nor could he smell it, but the rain was obscuring all his senses. Just as his brother stepped inside and let out a sharp roar, Alex ducked behind a few trash bins and sank down against the wet pavement, his heart thumping against his ribs. He had called for the dog! It was only a matter of time now...
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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Sept 7, 2012 23:53:49 GMT
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The tri-coloured canine simply could not believe that time had passed so very quickly. It only seemed like yesterday when she had been sitting quietly beside her mother, only a few weeks old, observing her siblings' rough play-fighting with studious distaste. Or even the very first time she had come across the fluffy, spotted lion cub who for some reason had been able to relate to her in way that nobody else ever had nor would. Sure they had had their ups and downs but it had only made their friendship stronger, firmer, better. Now they were grown, admittedly not mature adults yet but they were far from the young puppy and cub that had stumbled across each other beneath a train cart all those months ago. Many things had changed, Natiri had finally made the decision to leave Tempest, which was partly what she had come to tell her friend, and Denim's brother had taken over the Iris Pride. Life had been so much simpler a year ago. She had not been torn by the will to abandon life as she knew it, or stick beside Denim and her family. Yet here she was now, standing by her decision and letting the pouring rain drip down her heavy pelt.
She was fully grown now with a thick downy pelt, a meld of tan, black and white. Her brown eyes gleamed in the appalling conditions of driving rain, the mud sucking at her neat paws and Natiri glanced upwards at the darkening clouds. She frowned and grumbled inwardly, the weather never seemed to be right for the young adult. It was either way, way too hot for her layered fur or it was pouring with rain which meant only one thing; getting drenched to the skin. Unfortunately, though it kept the icy winter cold from chilling her bones, Natiri's coat seemed to soak in the excess water like a sponge and it took an absolute age to dry as a result of the heaviness. Her dark brown eyes narrowed and she sighed heavily, before picking up the pace once more. Her claws cut lines in the squelching soft mud, and it splattered up at her as she began to trot now. Iri didn't want to be late, not like she had been at the great meeting. The bitch recalled the dramatic event, Panja's obvious weakness and Brooke's stubborn nature. The young Beauceron cross supposed it was one of the reasons she had decided to part ways with her pack.
Even when the Mistress had been given a free and easy opportunity to call of the horrendous warfare, even just for a short period, she had refused. She was not willing to let it all go, to forgive and forget as they say. Brooke was just too fucking hard-headed, and in Iri's opinion bloody idiot. She had the chance to literally save several lives from a terrible death in the ongoing onslaught of battle. It made her want to confront her leader, inquire as to what exactly went through that crazy, stupid mind of hers. Natiri didn't even believe the black bitch had a right to lead Tempest, not anymore, for she had taken everything far too personally. She could no longer make a sane judgement on behalf of her pack without dragging her whole wretched past up into it. The black and tan dog shook her head, lost in her complex dire thoughts. Brooke, as far as she was concerned, should have retired the moment she had been forced to kill and consume her very own child. Even for Iri, who psychically could not have been less maternal, found this barbaric. The Mistress had turned out identical to the old, dead General; she'd lost the plot.
She covered the ground as quickly as her lithe, athletic legs would take her considering the earth below was damp and slippery. Natiri flattened her ears and lowered her skull, pushing on faster now and her swinging trot elevated into a quickening lope. Her hatred of all things watery drove her onwards, despite the puddles and mud that sprayed up at her underbelly and chest, even her face at some points. Reaching the end of the woodland and fields now, and she broke into a trot once more as the harsh pavement hit her pads once she reached the city roads. Familiar with Hexasol, it took Natiri very little time at all to reach the old decrepit church, and she knew immediately that there would leaks within the aged building. Anything was better than this though! She paused at the gate, halting at the sound of a deep lion's roar. No way was that her best friend, Denim? Surely not, how could he possibly sound so impressive and .. grown up. Crikey! She sniffed the air lightly, maybe it was her imagination but the tri-coloured female was sure she had scented something else; another big cat scent much closer mingled with Denim's aroma. She glanced worriedly around, mocha eyes scanning the area but she missed what she most definitely should have spotted.
Natiri dismissed it, eager to see her old friend, allowing her mind to make up excuses for her. She trotted silently forward though her brown eyes glittered with faint anticipation, it had been three or four week since she had last seen the tawny cat and it was great to be seeing him once more. Iri missed his company, how she could bizarrely talk to him about anything at all. So much had changed even in the short amount of time, and her eagerness was almost tangible. Iri reached the doorway, her fur dripping with rain water though it seemed to slim down her frame which was usually hidden beneath her thick fluffy fur. Her long elegant muzzle peered into the silent church, though she could smell the warm scent of Denim close by. Natiri padded in and it was then that she saw him. Her immediate, involuntary reaction was a sudden quickening in her thudding heartbeat. he's so ruddy handsome! wait what, was that even legit? This was Denim we're talking about, her best friend since forever. Was it even possible for her to find another species remotely attractive, because right now Iri could not help the way her eyes drank in his splendid muscular body and those big emotional eyes. She gulped, swallowing back whatever stupid, made-up, wacko shit she was experiencing and wagged her tail profusely.
It was rare for Iri to behave in such a friendly, excitable manner though still she retained her dignity as she trotted gracefully forward to meet him. The tri-coloured female smiled gently, her eyes filled with unusual warmth, such a world apart from the typically cold, analytical glare. The dog greeted the cat with an ever so slight touch of her muzzle to his own jaws, breathing in his strong, safe perfume. She closed her eyes for a moment, smiling before stepping back to gaze upwards at the sandy male. He had gotten so enormous! The mane fur on his neck was really starting to fill out now, and his muscles were beginning to develop well. Natiri felt small and pathetic in comparison to the magnificent African predator that stood before her. He had transformed from a scraggly meek little fellow to a wonderfully attractive young adult lion. The bitch wanted to speak but there were no words to explain her undiluted and abnormal pleasure to see him. She hoped that every emotion in her normally blank eyes would be able to speak for themselves, as she gazed upwards deep into those mesmerizing dusty brown eyes.
It was a whisper, so wrought with conflicting emotions of joy and worry for her overwhelming attachment to the very cat her family would love to murder. A faint, cracked "Hi, " Really was all she could manage.
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Post by ♥Picasso on Sept 9, 2012 10:03:26 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/30iyl1z.jpg,true] Denim wasn't waiting for long. As he made his way back inside the old church to dry himself off, he caught the scent of his friend. It was only a light scent, but it made his ears perk up and his eyes sparkle at the thought of meeting with his best friend again. When Denim thought about it, Natiri was his one and only true friend. Yes, he had made friends with others outside of the Iris Pride, but they weren't close to Denim like Iri was. Even Course, who was the same breed and age as he was... they had only met a few times. Whilst Denim had found Course to be amusing and slightly full of himself, Denim wouldn't consider him to be a friend. Perhaps when he was older and they had both matured a little more. Now that Course was the sole leader of the Lexis Tribe, Denim wondered how much he had changed since they had last seen each other.
Shaking the thoughts away from his friend, Denim saw the figure silhouetted in the arch of the church. Lashing his tail excitedly, he approached his friend, a smile wide on his lips. In a moment of complete happiness, he didn't stop to check that there was no one lurking in the corners, waiting to lunge at him. Instead, he just leaned down to brush muzzles with her. My, how she had grown! Her once short, stubbly fur was now long and silky, bringing out her dark, chocolate eyes. Denim was stunned at how old she looked. She was no longer the small ball of fluff that had once been wary of Denim. Here she was, with long, slim legs, a bushy, feathered tail, and eyes that Denim could almost melt in...
Catching himself, Denim pulled back, feeling a little dizzy. Oh how he had missed her! It felt like months and months since they had last met, and Denim had a lot to talk about. However, as Denim breathed in Natiri's warm, familiar scent, something seemed different about it. Pausing, Denim looked at her, questioningly. No longer did she reek of the Tempest Pack like she once had. Instead she smelt fresher, nicer in fact. As much as Denim tried to keep away from the Iris Pride and its ungodly rules and procedures, he would venture through the alleyways and across the rooftops sometimes. He hated the scent that he carried because of it, however for a long time he wasn't old enough to hunt and fend for himself. Denim wondered how he would cope now. Perhaps he could disband from the Iris Pride, just like Iri it seems had disbanded from the Tempest Pack.
"I have missed you so much," Denim whispered, letting his guard down, "You've gotten so... grown up." He smiled down at her. As much as Denim knew they treated each other as equals, he wished they were the same height. He hated looking down on her, like he was something better than she was. No, Denim was no better than Iri, nor no worse. They were equal. The thought made Denim swell with happiness. He sat on the cold, stone floor, drinking in Natiri's appearance. He couldn't quite get over how mature she looked now. Natiri had always been quite a mature puppy, and now her personality fit her appearance. Denim felt a bit silly, with his half-grown mane that was still soft and fluffy. It would be a while before he would look like an adult.
Watching the drips cascade from the roof, Denim sighed, "I'm envious of you, Iri," He admitted wistfully, "You have able to escape your Pack. You're free. My heart still pounds with fear whenever I think of leaving forever, despite my two siblings hating me, thinking I'm a coward." Denim stared at the puddles on the floor, where the drips splattered into the water. They were right. He is a coward. He was a coward ever since he allowed his three siblings to be kidnapped by the Tempest. Although so, so young, Denim is sure that there must have been something he could have done to save them. Save Orbit. His heart sank at the thought of his deceased brother. The only thing this war is doing is tearing families apart, whether through death or through hate.
ooc; Just realised when I said 'The thought made Denim swell with happiness' my mind decided to go dirty. No. Denim. Down boy!
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Post by Zen on Sept 14, 2012 23:31:41 GMT
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"Ohhh, well isn't this just precious," he jeered, his muzzle morphing into a wide grin. "Denim, I didn't know you'd gotten yourself a girlfriend! My God, she's uglier than I could have ever imagined, even for a dog. Where'd you pick her up, at a toxic waste dump? I think I might vomit." He pulled back his lips and hissed, then chuckled lowly. "But you know, now that I think about it, she fits you well, Denim. I mean, ugly, weak little animals like you two got to stick together, right? Too bad I'm gonna have to tear apart the perfect couple." He flexed his claws, shivering with delight at the shrill noise they made as he dragged them slowly against the stone altar. He'd need them good and sharp for what he was about to do. His dark, hungry eyes fixed on the dog and he licked his mouth, jumping from his seat and pushing past Denim to move in closer to her. "So you're the one my brother betrayed his family for," Alex commented, looking the mutt up and down and wrinkling his nose. "You're from Tempest, I guess? Or a friend of Tempest's? Because you stink of them a little. It's a shame that peace offering never worked out, huh? If it had, I wouldn't even be allowed to touch you right now. My father might be out of his mind, but if I went against his orders by violating his peace treaty, he'd never let me become leader."
Alex's expression turned sulky. Until Panja died or abdicated his power, he was stuck obeying his old man's every crazy word. Maybe that would have to change soon. After hearing about that meeting, He hadn't been able to shake off the thought that Iris deserved so much better and that, maybe, Alex himself was the answer. He pitied his father to some extent, though. He knew Panja had wanted peace, even just a temporary peace, in order to give his growing cubs more safety. For as much disdain as Alex had for the current leader, he knew his father loved him, so would challenging him even be right? But then, he had to think about the good of the whole Pride...it was a confusing dilemma.
He'd consider it more later, because right now all he could really concentrate on was how good it would feel to sink his teeth into this dog's young, healthy flesh, to rip every strand of fur out of her body and spit it into Denim's face. He tilted his head down to look into her eyes. "Fortunately, now that there's no hope for any peace, I can do whatever I want to you," he finished with a smirk.
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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Oct 3, 2012 19:37:55 GMT
N A T I R I The raindrops fell from her thick glossy fur, some even trickled down into her chocolate-hued eyes. Natiri shook her head a little and tried to ignore the wetness that clung uncomfortably to her skin. The female simply could not deny herself the pleasure of watching that wonderful smile lighting up Denim's face, it made her feel ... content. Happy, if that is what you want to call it. She wasn't particularly used to being so filled with emotion, it was somewhat unwelcome but Iri strangely allowed herself to relax into the feeling. Just to enjoy the moment, who knew how long their time together would be? For all they knew the entire Iris pride could have followed Denim here, and were lurking in the shadows for the perfect moment to pounce. The thought of being ripped apart from her best friend caused a powerful spasm in her gut, it felt like her abdomen was being wrenched apart. Natiri could never let that happen, she understood now that this friendship was too tightly bound to fall by the wayside.
The tri-coloured canine inhaled inaudibly as he brushed his huge, strong jaw along her own feminine muzzle. For the first time in a very long time, Natiri did not feel ill at ease with this close contact. Though her mind rejected the show of feelings and physicality, it was as though her body had been longing for this moment. To breathe in his deep masculine scent, and revel in his secure, comforting presence. It just seemed so natural and perfect that to terminate the closeness would be something of a crime. Iri smiled softly at his affectionate words, pricking her ears in happy amusement. "Ditto." Such a simple word, but one could hear the emotion that burst from every syllable. Though it did appear that she was rather short of speech today, as though her voice box was being strangled by her pure delight.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed and Natiri could sense a slight sadness in Denim as he gazed upwards. Concern clouded her deep brown eyes, whilst his baritone vocals filled the cold air. "I'm envious of you, Iri," A pause, "You have able to escape your Pack. You're free. My heart still pounds with fear whenever I think of leaving forever, despite my two siblings hating me, thinking I'm a coward." The dog had never been good with expressing herself, ever. Even as a puppy she had always struggled with socialising and chatting, Iri wasn't exactly great with small talk. It just wasn't her thing. Some habits just don't die and the slim canine found herself at a loss for something to say. "Oh Denim, I envy you. You were brave enough to reveal your true opinions, you told your family how you felt. Me? I did nothing but run away, my parents don't know a thing. I'm the coward." Natiri turned away, wanting to become invisible. She didn't want Denim to see the cowardice that lay deep within her heart.
The pretty dog heaved a heavy sigh, settling her haunches onto the damp stone floor. Natiri would have done anything to be someone else, someone good enough for her best friend. How the female longed to be a gorgeous lioness, with all the bravery and beauty any guy could ever want. Hold on, what exactly am I saying? That I would want Denim to find me attractive? No way. Iri almost snorted out loud, before she of course stopped herself. This wasn't possible because this was just Deni, her friend! She didn't have a crush on anybody, that wasn't really something she felt comfortable with. At all.
Natiri didn't quite know what made her turn around. Maybe it was the shiver of unease that rippled down her spine, or the fact that her paws prickled in anxiety. Something wasn't right, that at least she could determine. The black, tan and white bitch swung her head sharply backwards; glancing at the arched doorway. What she saw made her heart perform several somersaults, sending shock-waves of terror throughout her entire body. It was a huge lion, one that she faintly recognised .. Alexander? Denim's brother? Oh dear, what the fuck have I gotten myself into. Correction: ourselves. Crap crap crap, he's going to kill us both. Natiri took an instinctive step backwards, her body stiff and rigid as the rugged muddy soaking wet cat leapt up onto the altar. Through widened petrified eyes, Iri tracked his every move whilst her heart rate quickened considerably. Alexander looked anything less than pleased, in fact he looked slightly deranged. Delirious rage perhaps? Whatever it was Natiri did not like it one bit. Suddenly he grinned and it caught her off guard a little, it was not something she had been expecting. The dog glanced over at her feline friend, and pressed her small weaker body against his in obvious fear.
If Iri could have blushed at the ivory lion's words she would have done. Girlfriend, yeah right. As if someone like Denim would ever be interested in someone like her! Her heart sank a little with the knowledge she would never feel his love, never know what it was like to be enveloped in his adoration. Sure they were close, sure they would do anything for each other but it wasn't the same. It would never be the fucking same. Natiri brushed Alex's words off with ease, she did not care if he insulted her because to be honest she almost agreed with him. Yet when the raging big cat began to lay into his brother, it was as though something switched inside her. A unusual tide of rage rose up within her throat and the dog snarled lowly, "Denim is twice the lion you could you ever hope to be." Her voice was filled with such venom it unsettled her, took her aback. Nobody said anything against her friend, that she was sure of. Once more, Natiri pressed herself against Denim, though it was more to assure him that she was not going to run away. Not this time.
The bitch stared coldly at the white lion as he dropped from the altar, pushing away the horror that crept through her veins. Despite her overpowering fear, Iri refused to bow down just because she was smaller. Just because Alexander thought he could push her around. She remained silent, not rising to the bait again that he dangled in front of her with his vicious sentences. It took everything in her power not to flinch away from his menacing fangs that leered closer and closer, though she met his gaze boldly. Natiri could smell his foul breath now as he peered down at her, "I pity you Alexander. Florence really fucked you up didn't she? You are so tormented by hatred, it saddens me." She whispered lowly, hoping that Denim wouldn't take offence.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Oct 3, 2012 20:19:03 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qbetnd.jp] It had been a long time since Nebula had talked properly to Denim. Ever since he'd revealed that his loyalties did not lie with the Iris Pride, she had been avoiding him, so to speak. Her feelings were less radical than Alex's; she didn't hate hi, but she was hurt and confused by his decision. It was true, he'd always been different - he had been the runt, the child who didn't want to get involved in violent play, the one who had fled from attacking canines rather than fighting back. The signs had been there all along, she and Alex had just chosen to ignore them or interpret them wrongly. But being friends with a canine? It was strange. . . And wrong. But maybe, because other creatures did it, her brother had thought it was ok. In any case, the lioness did not like to see her family like this, and she was curious - merely curious - about Denim's dog friend. Sine she had net the panther that night, she'd become less. . . Opposed to the idea that dogs deserved a life, too.
The young lioness had been spending some time acting as a diplomat, admiring a young she-cat's litter and giving her an amount of food while her mate was off fulfilling his guard duties. She always attempted to be firm but fair with Iris's lower-ranked felines - while giving the indication that she could become like her mother a the drop of a hat if she was treated to disrespect or insubordination. Freeing herself from the taxing duties, Nebula wandered across the alleyways - and picked up Alex's scent. Curious, she followed it, to discover it led out of Iris territory - and overlapped with Denim's. What were they up to?
Soon, the ivory female was well out of Iris territory, and trotting through the neutral territory of Southern Hexasol. She had no idea what she would find - until she thought of Denim and his canine friend. That had to by why Alex was following him! A pang of sadness caused a lump in her throat; they had all once been so close, and now Denim was being treated almost like a dog himself. He was their brother, and no matter what he had done, he would remain so. Rounding a corner, she reached the street where the old church was, voices reaching her damp ears. The rain, having been moderately light before, began to pound, and Nebula was soaked within seconds as she stood there, attempting to ignore it. She could her Alex's voice - but not quite what he was saying over the rain - and an unfamiliar one - could it be the dog? Deciding she'd hesitated long enough, she sprinted for the shelter of the church.
The Iris princess skidded to a halt just inside the church, facing the small confrontation that was occurring. She was silent for a moment as she watched a young bitch - who must have been a loner - possibly an ex-Tempest member from her scent - spoke softly to Alex. The two friends had their backs to her, and Nebula could have attacked the canine before she had known what was happening. But she didn't. Instead, she stood where she was, a good few metres between her and the door and her and the others. "Make no mistake, it's Tempest that made us this way, not our mother," she spoke calmly, without calling the other female "dog" (or anything more insulting), in an almost neutral tone - this was most unlike her. She stood at ease, her amber eyes considering Denim and the strange girl as they sat close together.
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Post by ♥Picasso on Oct 3, 2012 22:37:50 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/30iyl1z.jpg,true] As much as Natiri's words rang truth, Denim had to shake his head. He couldn't possibly be called brave for telling the truth to his siblings. The tawny lion had regretted it as soon as the words escaped his lips, back in the bitter winter. The hatred that had etched into Alexander's face had crushed Denim, and he had immediately wanted to form a quick lie, tell him it was all just a silly joke. However, Denim had felt a weight lift from his shoulders that terrible day. As much as his family now despised him, Denim felt freer than he had ever felt before. It was just a matter of time before Alex chased Denim out of the Pride. He was no longer welcome there, unless he sided with his family, which Denim knew he would never do. Letting out a shaky breath, Denim was surprised when he saw the smokey mist exhale from his lungs. Was it really that cold already? It was going to be a cold winter.
Reality was cruel and harsh. Denim hated how prejudiced dogs and cats were now. Even if Denim and Natiri walked out in neutral territory onto the streets, Denim expected everyone to stare. It just wasn't normal to be seen with the opposite animal. The only place it was seen as a common occurrence was within the Lexis Tribe, and even then Denim had heard that they didn't always get along. Lexis didn't mean that dogs and cats had to like each other. Many of those members just wanted the war to end, at any cost. He looked down at his best friend, gazing at her sodden black fur, long muzzle and glum face. They both had two eyes, four paws, one tail, two ears. What was really so different about them? Denim had sharper claws and a larger body, but he had seen dogs just as large as him. Iri was more colourful than he, but Denim had seen calico cats with just as many colours. So what was it that Denim couldn't see? What was it that his mother saw when she set her eyes upon a dog?
Denim's thoughts halted when he saw Iri stiffen, and he followed her gaze to the altar. He froze, his heart skipping a beat as Denim's jaw opened in utter horror. How had he not noticed his brother entering the building? How had he been so foolish as to not to notice that he had been followed all the way here?! Stunned, Denim could say nothing as Alex spoke. He flinched at the hatred laced in his words. Stung, Denim bowed his head cowardly. Denim couldn't let Alex win this. He wasn't going to let him harm Natiri in anyway. Rising his head, Denim stepped closer to Iri. He didn't shield her away from Alex; it would be a pointless move, and Iri deserved to stand her ground. Instead, they stood side by side, as equals. Locking his gaze onto his elder brother, Denim let out a low snarl. Bristling his fur, Denim growled, "Good luck trying to split us apart," He smirked, trying to look as threatening as possible.
Iri spoke then, and Denim couldn't help but smile at her audacity. The words of his mother no longer offended the young lion. He had known for a long time that his mother had been insane. He never knew what had turned Florence so mad, but it seemed to have caught onto Alex, perhaps even Neb. He wondered whether Alex would continue the endless torture of innocent canines in the slaughterhouse, or whether Alex would find some other way to torment the poor souls. Would he be the exact replica of his mother? Denim just hoped there was an ounce of his father inside of Alex. An ounce of remorse and guilt and pity. There had to be. Somewhere, deep, deep down. But Alex really did look like his mother's son, laying here, draped out over the altar. Denim wondered how fast Iri could run. Whether she could escape the insane lion.
Turning his head to the entrance of the church, Denim's blood ran cold. Nebula. Swallowing thickly, Denim began to shake his head in horror, "Get out of my way, Neb," His voice grated out, sounding pathetically strangled, "I will not let either of you harm her. You will have to kill me before you touch her." Perhaps attacking Alex would distract them both, and Iri could make a run for it. Denim had never attacked anything but his prey in his entire life. He was panicking. His heart pounded against his ribs as Denim switched his gaze between his brother and his sister. They had truly turned against him. Or had he been the one to turn against them? As Denim focused his gaze on Neb, she didn't look half as threatening as Alex. Was she going to let them go? Alex seemed to find this whole ordeal extremely amusing. Alex didn't think Iri had a chance in hell of living.
"I will not attack you, Alex," Denim finally stated calmly, "But if you so much as move towards Iri, I will try and kill you." His eyes locked with Alex's. He was deadly serious. Denim had killed nothing but deer and rabbits in his life, but he would not hesitate to protect his one and only friend. He stood boldly next to Natiri and glanced at her quickly, trying to convey a hundred messages in just one look. He loved her. Denim didn't know much of love, but he was willing to die for her right now. She had stood by him with everything. She had accepted his grief after his siblings had been kidnapped by the Tempest, she had given him company in such a lonely cubhood, and she had cheered him up whenever he had been down. As Denim looked at his siblings, Denim couldn't remember a single memory that made Denim smile between them. They were not his family.
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Post by Zen on Oct 19, 2012 15:12:33 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa446/jadedog08/alextable4-2.png]Alex’s eyes widened and he could feel his face getting hot with anger. She really had the nerve to insult him like that? When he was barely an inch away from killing her? “Watch your mouth, you dumb bitch! You know what I did to the last dog I killed? Me and my sister tore her limb from limb while she was still conscious. That’s right, she got to lie there helplessly and watch as we ripped her body apart. And I’m gonna make your pain ten times worse!” He had to admit, for such a pathetic animal she had some spunk. But not for long! He couldn’t wait to see all that hope and passion drain from her eyes as he tortured her to the breaking point. He’d keep her hanging on the edge of death, then, when he was satisfied and certain she’d experienced enough pain, he’d finally kill her. It was going to be glorious.
He peeled his eyes away from the mutt and glanced at Denim, smiling wryly. “Well now, when did you become such a hero, little brother? You think you can stop me from killing your slut here if I want to? It seems you’ve forgotten what a useless coward you really are.” But even Alex couldn’t deny the determination on Denim’s face. This...might be harder than he’d first thought. He hadn’t expected Denim to try and fight back... “You think you know him, dog?” he asked the mutt, but still kept all his attention on Denim. “I guess he probably never told you about the time he deserted me and my siblings on the night Tempest attacked our home. Yep, he just ran away with his tail between his legs, left us to get taken hostage and tortured. Didn’t even try to help. And while the rest of us were locked in that freezing prison cell, nearly starving to death, little Denim here was safe and sound.”
Just then, another voice made him flinch in surprise. Nebula? What perfect timing! He could use her to hold Denim back while he delivered the pain to the dog, and maybe they could even take turns in killing her, just like old times. “That could be arranged,” he replied easily, fixing his brother with a hard stare. His cruel eyes began to wander down Denim’s neck as he lifted up a paw, hovering one sharp claw over where the jugular vein would be. “Funny how you’d really be willing to die for a dog, but not for us, your own flesh and blood. And I’m the one who’s insane?” He couldn't decide if he was being serious, or if it was just an empty threat meant to scare them. Would he really kill Denim? Could he? What would the Iris Pride think if they found out he had murdered his brother? A dozen questions and doubts began to race through his head. Then his gaze snapped back up and he froze at the words he heard next. Denim was really willing to kill him! And for the life of some worthless mongrel bitch, of all things. So that meant one of them was going to have to die. Well, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Alex - he’d already gone through months of warrior training, and there was no way his weak younger brother would be a match against him.
“I’d love to see you try,” he spat at Denim’s face. Reeling around, he lunged at the dog with his teeth bared and his claws outstretched, aiming to throw her to the floor and keep her pinned there under his weight. Only then could the real fun begin.
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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Oct 20, 2012 12:06:56 GMT
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Of course she wanted to run, to turn tail and flee for her life. Who wouldn't when they were faced with one of natures greatest predators, the African Lion? Natiri had never laid a claw on anybody in her entire life, in fact the thought of harming another creature, even in self-defence, hadn't truly crossed her mind. So now both Denim and herself were at risk of serious harm, Iri wasn't quite sure what she was going to do. She certainly couldn't simply rely on Denim to fight her every battle, especially not against his own brother but what on earth could a small dog like herself do? The tri colored female felt so hideously helpless, so pathetic in comparison to her great powerful friend. What could she ever offer him? She flicked her pricked ear as he spoke to Alexander, his brave words sending a surge of hope through her chest. They just had to stick together is all.
The ivory sadist's furious tone however caused a deep unsettling nausea to stir within as he relayed the details of his prior victim's death. This time Iri could not help the subconscious recoil away fro him, reeling back her head and flicking her tail between her legs. She was not made for this, she was not the kind to relish the battle, the blood and the glory. Natiri was a wallflower of sorts, who enjoyed the simple small things in life. All this fighting talk of threats and violence made her realise that she was way out of her depth. Her molten chocolate eyes narrowed in uncertainty as she surveyed the unconcealable fury that possessed Alex's face. Christ knows what he was capable of. He seemed to so ready to rip her apart, he didn't even know her name, her story, her life. Natiri wondered how it must feel to be that torn up with hatred, so afflicted with bitterness you couldn't even think straight anymore.
Now it was Denim's turn to be assaulted with his malicious lyrics, and Iri's thick tan brows knitted together in aversion. Her hackles bristled a little as he referred to his brother as a coward, huh what do you know about anything, fool? If anything he should be calling her a coward, she had never done a brave act in her entire life. She'd always put herself first, she hadn't cared about anyone until she realised just how much the huge cat had meant to her. Even when they were young buddies, she would still think selfishly, she would have dropped Denim in it had Brooke confronted her about their meetings. Just to save her own skin. You see those who didn't know much about Iri, had believed she was a sweet, isolated little girl but they assumed incorrectly. She had her opinions, in fact she was highly critical of others and generally put her needs before everyone else's. That was of course until she started to fall in love with the one and only friend she had.
His welfare and feelings suddenly meant more to her than anything she could possibly think of. A deep and binding emotion thrummed in her heart, and Natiri knew she would give up her entire existence for Denim. She would run to the moon and back, she would sever her limb, she would offer her life for his safety. Everything about Iri had changed, no longer was she the selfish, self-centered youth. Instead she had developed into something quite beautiful, special and so the female had even more to be grateful for. She owed the male lion her soul. The black and tan dog turned her head to gaze up at him for a second, drinking in his flawless profile before she was addressed once more by the Iris heir. Iri threw him a scornful look as he spoke of the night they were captured, as if she cared that he had saved himself. What if he had died under hostage, what would she have done then?
She shook her head, I know what happened, Denim told me everything. Does it look like I care what happened to you, though perhaps if you weren't so deluded I would. To be honest what my friend did doesn't sound cowardly to me, it sounds intelligent. Maybe if you had followed his lead you wouldn't have gotten into such a mess. Who knows. She spoke calmly, with a level tone and a simple eye contact. Natiri did not wish to provoke him anymore, it would only lead to immediate violence, that she was sure of. Suddenly a quiet female voice filtered through the damp air and Iri turned her head to face the newcomer, who on earth could this be? Another lion, oh heck, and by the looks it was their sister. Natiri faintly remembered Denim mentioning her name.. Neb - Nebula. Oh dear Jesus, what hope did we have now? Her breathing quickened terribly and she forced herself to swallow, calm down. Words from both Denim and Nebula were missed by the canine, in one ear and out the other it. Why, because now it there were two of them.
Suddenly time sped up, everything was happening so fast, she panicked. No Denim, this is my fault- She couldn't finish her sentence for the great powerful paws that smashed her to the ground. Natiri squealed in horror, why hadn't she been paying closer attention. Pain tormented her chest as long, razor-sharp claws pierced her thin skin and raked her muscles. She writhed and wriggled but to no avail. Fuck Natiri, what have you done. Now they she was in big trouble.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Oct 20, 2012 21:38:42 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qbetnd.jp]Nebula watched as her dog-loving brother looked over at her, something like horror on his face. His voice reflected it, but what really tore through her was the way he said her nickname. Neb. It was odds with the word itself. Nicknames were mean to be used by one close to the one they were addressing; the closest she and Denim had been was when they were cubs, and even that had been barely anything. She had covered it up, fantasising that they were all one big happy family. . . And look what was left of that now. Taking a shuddering breath, her gaze darting from Denim and his friend to Alex and back again, the ivory female took a step forward and to the side, so that she was out of the doorway, but several metres closer to the three assembled at the front of the tiny church. "I don't want to hurt you," she blurted, her usually strong voice trembling. What was this? Get a grip, she told herself sternly, but to no avail. "Any of you." Her gaze focused on the other female in the room for a moment. She was a dog, yes, but she was a friend of Denim's. It had been a long time since Alex and Nebula had denounced their brother as a traitor, and she didn't feel he deserved that title any more.
She'd been grappling with herself, lately, with her feelings and values, ever since she'd met that panther. No longer the world was the world black and white for the young princess. No, there were only greys and cream and everything between the two. She still hated dogs; that would take a lot to change, but she didn't want to kill them on sight. But this female was Denim's friend. And even though her two brothers didn't really see each other as family any longer, Nebula still dreamed of what might have been, had things been differerent. Denim's words to Alex brought her out of her momentary stupor, driving home the fact that she'd refused to see all along. There was no family here. She could see her brother was not making an empty threat.
The bottom of her stomach dropped out as Alex boasted of what the two of them had done to the dog that day. Once it would have made her chuckle, and revel in the fear that Denim's friend would display, but now she only felt shame. Revulsion. Self- loathing that she had done such a thing. All of his other words went over her head, unnoticed, until her elest brother noticed her. She saw the calculating look in his eye, and immediately she shook her head. No. No, I'm not helping you kill either of them. The words his spoke to Denim echoed in her mind. Oh, but they'd given him so many reasons to like him, hadn't they? Openly displaying their bloodlust, expecting him to be the same. Condemning him when they found he wasn't.
The young lioness stood there, watching with wide amber eyes as Alex snarled in his brother's face. A moment after he attacked Natiri, she broke into a run. Buy the time she skidded to halt right in front of them, the young bitch was writhing helplessly beneath Alex's huge paws, already bleeding. Backing away a few steps, her legs locked into place, trembling. "No, Alex, stop!" Her yowl filled the church, echoing as it bounced of the walls and high ceiling. Her whole body except her eyes and mouth was frozen; she couldn't attack Alex, but she couldn't attack Denim either. She knew that within moments, her two brothers would be trying to kill each other if she didn't do something. But all she had right now was words, for her body refused to obey her.
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Post by ♥Picasso on Oct 20, 2012 22:03:03 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/30iyl1z.jpg,true] The tension in the room could be sliced with a knife. Denim's body quivered with anticipation, her paws prickling the ground, eyes fixated completely on Alex. He didn't trust any movement from him. As Alex described in detail the dog they had murdered in cold blood, Denim spat in revulsion. He had already briefly heard them speak of this, but it still sickened the lion to the core. As he briefly glanced accusingly at Nebula, he saw something different spark across her face. Frowning, Denim couldn't place what it was, but she almost looked... regretful. Shaking his head, Denim turned back to his biggest worry; Alex. He was proudly proclaiming the murder of a poor dog that hadn't stood a chance against two lions. As Denim watched his lips move, he wondered where this had all gone wrong. How had Alex turned into his mother? How could he have missed this transition? Could he have done something to stop it?
No. Denim shook the thought away. Alex was always going to become this. Ever since he was kidnapped by the Tempest Pack and Orbit and Florence had died, Alex's fate was set in stone. He knew was the heir of the Iris, he knew what Florence wanted from him. Florence would be so proud of him right now. Even Panja would be sickened at looking at what his son had become. Denim still remembered the old ivory lion offering peace to the Tempest Pack in the meeting. First Panja had changed, and perhaps now Nebula? Denim didn't know what to think. His heart clenched hopefully, yet Denim knew that Alex would never change now. His thoughts, his beliefs, he would carry them forever. He would rule Iris until the day he died.
As Alex spoke of that fateful night, Denim looked away in shame for a brief second, before Natiri began to defend him. He proudly looked at his best friend, a brief smile quirking his lips, before facing his brother again, "There was nothing I could do," Denim spat, "We were cubs. Most cats were out fighting the war. No one would have heard me, even if I had tried." Denim shook his head helplessly. Did Alex really not know what was happening that day? Neither Panja nor Florence had been at the hospital that night; they had both been fighting in two different areas of Hexasol. Dogs had gained access to the hospital and easily destroyed any cats that were still patrolling. They had stood no chance. "If you had laid low like me, you would never have been captured. Mother would never have died saving you." Denim added accusingly.
The claw to his throat made Denim tense, but he could see Alex was just toying with him. "I defend those who deserve it. What have you ever done to make me love you? You cast me out as soon as I told you my beliefs. You hate me, I hate you. We are not family." Denim's eyes burned with hatred as he raked his gaze up and down the young lion. Just looking at him made Denim's stomach roll uneasily. Although one part of Denim wished Alex dead, the other half couldn't kill his own flesh and blood. They had grown up together. There was still an inkling of love shrouded by hate inside of Denim. He was not a violent creature, never would be, and he would never raise a paw to Alex unprovoked.
In just a few seconds, Alex launched at Natiri. Frozen for a few seconds, he just stared at the white lion knocked the defenceless dog over. Already Denim could see blood seep from Iri's skin, and the sight of the crimson liquid made Denim jump into action. He heard a cry from Neb - was she defending him? - before Denim let out a deafening snarl, before launching at Alex, claws unsheathed. He aimed to push the white lion off of him. Alex was larger and stronger than him, and had a lot more training in fighting, but Denim wasn't going to let him hurt Iri. His body was burning with rage as his face contorted into another snarl, his flashing at Alex as he desperately tried to gain the upper hand. He just needed to take Alex's focus off Iri and hope to God that Neb wasn't going to attack from behind.
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Post by Zen on Nov 16, 2012 16:15:48 GMT
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They wrestled on the cold floor, both trying desperately to gain the advantage, and Alex spat in Denim's face as he pushed against the other lion's weight. “How dare you blame me for what happened! Those dogs invaded our hospital and had us cornered from every direction, and you're really trying to say it was our fault? You're absolutely retarded, Denim. We were ambushed and trapped and you just managed to get lucky and escape while they had their backs turned toward us. If it had been me in that position, I would've died rather than watch my siblings be taken!” Feeling claws slice into his shoulder, he rolled over and drew in a shaky breath, glancing down at the torn flesh and the droplets of blood that were beginning to bubble up around it. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “You just lost any ounce of mercy I still have towards you, little brother.” He leaped back up and lashed out at Denim with a flurry of quick, powerful slashes, aiming for his eyes, ears, nose - anything vulnerable on his face that could be easily torn off. After this attack, he immediately sidestepped and lowered down into a crouch, ready to defend himself if Denim tried to counter.
His eyes widened into round saucers when Nebula's cry hit his ears. Did she just tell him to stop? He was so surprised that he actually did. “Excuse me?!” he roared at his sister, leaping away from Denim to approach her. “What’s wrong with you, Nebula? Have you lost your mind?” He just couldn’t believe this! Was his whole family infected with some kind of disease? It was like a crazy domino effect in the way they each seemed to be getting sudden, unexplainable compassion for dogs one after another. First his brother, then his father, and now even his sister too? “You can't betray me, not after all we've been through together! I swear, if you do, as soon as I'm leader you can just forget about your rank. All the respect and status you have will be gone in an instant. Don‘t you dare make me do that!” He could barely think about what he was saying, his emotions were running so high. "I will never show mercy to any traitor, no matter who they are. So you've got a choice to make, Nebula. Me and the Pride, or these weak fools? Choose!"
OOC: wow. Alex = biggest douchebag ever @_@ sorry Nebula
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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Dec 5, 2012 20:15:45 GMT
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For a few fleeting seconds, the entire world froze to an impossibly slow pace. Natiri could clearly see the fearsome fangs that gnashed and gleamed mere inches from her skull, she could acutely feel the agony of Alex's talons sinking and tearing into her soft flesh, but most of all she could see the panic and terror that contorted her love's handsome face. A pained snarl and whimper slipped from her maw, as suddenly everything snapped back to normality and she writhed desperately beneath the heavy weight. The tri-coloured female was really struggling to breathe now, and was momentarily distracted by the white lioness' surprising cry. Had she changed her mind about dogs, and was she turning against her mad brother? Iri had no time to think, the fear had completely muddled her mind.
All Natiri knew was this terrible pain, and the blood covered her chest as his claws scrabbled and the red liquid soaked her long silky fur. As she let out a piercing scream, yelping loudly, a thunderous roar filled the small church. Gasping and closing her eyes, Iri was suddenly shocked when the overwhelming weight of the ivory lion disappeared in a rush of air and heavy colliding bodies. For a moment or two, the injured canine simply lay and caught her breath but the sound of the wrestling felines brought her back to her senses. Paws fought for their position, and weakly the Husky mix managed to rise upright. Natiri was horrified by the sight of Alex and Denim fighting viciously, but her limbs were frozen solid. The shock of her attack had numbed her entirely and all she could do was stare, her eyes flickering from one lion to the other. A mixture of tawny and alabaster, muscle against teeth against claws.
As she stood, shaking and observing the battle, Iri heard Alex muttering through his jaws though most of it went over her heard. Blood dripped down through her fur and onto the stone cold floor beside her paws, but still she did nothing but stand and stare. Inside something was screaming at her to run, to get out of her and never look back for this was dangerous, way out of her league and way more than she had bargained for. Denim would be fine, look how big and strong he was, right? NO. How could she even think like that? The lion was the only friend she'd ever had as well as the only person she would ever love. Natiri knew there was no way she could just abandon him when he had just saved her life.
Then Nebula was the suddenly the brunt of her brother's rage, as he hissed and spat in her direction. Iri's brown eyes widened and she swallowed thickly, for there was something so terrifyingly mad about Alexander's contorted features. However there was something more genuine in his eyes now, and it suggested that the white lion truly felt betrayed by Nebula. He threw threats at the lioness and it was then that Iri jolted into life, rushing forward to Denim. Her step was unsteady as her paw had been twisting slightly but desperately she reached her friend and nosed his cuts gently, dark eyes questioning him with a silent inquiry. Are you okay, my love? She surprised herself with her internal endearments, for Iri had never heard her parents calling each other 'darling' or 'sweetheart', and yet she found that it felt so natural. Yes, despite her somewhat analytical nature, it did feel right.
Still she did not say anything, except stand close to Denim and hope that it would all blow over soon. Natiri was not programmed to withstand violence of any kind, she couldn't stand it and even loathed raised voices. This was all too much.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Dec 12, 2012 1:31:29 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/xc8av.jpg] Her pleas went unheard; in fact, things only seemed to get worse. Denim's friend was free from Alex's clutches only because her supposedly "cowardly" brother attacked him. Was the world going crazy? Her brothers were fighting, and she was just standing here, mewling like a stupid week-old cub for it to stop! The accusations that Denim threw at Alex were partly true, but it wasn't fair to blame them for attempting to stand up for themselves. For reacting differently to him in a time of crisis. Yet the indignation she felt at his words was incomparable to the shame for her other actions. Besides, she didn't need to respond to his outburst: it was Alex the words were directed at. And Alex was perfectly capable of responding to his younger brother's words. The sight of injuries, of blood, didn't normally bother her, but when it was coming from her brothers, it was a different thing all together.
She felt in that moment that she would do anything to stop them fighting; she glanced over at the young bitch who now stood, trembling after her near-death experience at Alex's jaws. The usual wave of hatred she normally felt for canines was absent as she gazed at her for a moment; the repulsion was suppressed, but not entirely gone. What's happening to me? She wondered, half horrified, half wondering. She didn't know why, or how, but the lack of hatred made her feel free, as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. It was so strange, and such a strange feeling.
Nebula didn't have much time to explore this revelation, though - she turned back to the fight, readying herself to spring between her brothers when Alex suddenly tore himself free from Denim. He turned to face her, seemingly amazed and enraged at her previous words; for a moment, all she could think of was, thank goodness he's not fighting Denim any more. For some reason, she didn't attempt to placate him by acting submissively or saying sorry immediately. She simply stood there as he yelled at her, her heart racing, her eyes narrowing, her face showing surprise, hurt, and finally resigned patience. His challenge caught her completely off-guard, and as soon as he ceased to speak, she responded, her voice strangely even, trembling every so often. She didn't think, she simply let the words rush from her mouth.
"I'm not a traitor, Alex; I don't want you to hurt, to kill Denim. I don't want either of you to kill one another. Why must you act as if you didn't know he was friends with a canine, when he told us weeks ago, months ago? He's not even on Iris territory, and you see fit to attack him and his friend. Surely if he's no longer a member of the Pride there's no point in trying to hurt him or his friend? I was shocked, too, when he first told us. Isn't banishing him enough?" She paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "Betrayal? Its that what you call it, refusing to let you kill our brother and his friend? I'm no dog lover, but I've come to realise that they're creatures who, like us, can love and hate, and aren't as repulsive as our parents seemed to think they are. We killed a Tempest bitch after Mother's death; I tortured another dog a while ago - it's blood on my paws I can never get rid of. It's something that I was once proud of - until I met a feline who could have chosen to be like us if he'd wanted - but he hadn't. He wanted to get rid of the chaos of this war, not add to it. So, Alex, I'm not a traitor - but neither will I side with you in this. You've forced me to make a choice. And now I'm making it."
Her mouth felt paper-dry, her body trembling now as she stared at her paws for a second. That desire for power that had helped to drive her, that had fueled her hatred of canines, was still there, but she pushed it away, choked it down. It tugged at her, yet she wanted it gone; it was something that corrupted her, and she didn't want that. Not any more. Lifting her head so that her amber eyes met her eldest brother's blue ones, the white lioness said as calmly and carefully as she could under the circumstances, "I'm done with Iris. I would have stayed, make this transition gradually, but maybe this is for the best. I love you, Alex, as I love Denim. . ." She glanced around to meet his eyes for a second, wondering if he would see it, or only what he expected to see by now - she knew he probably didn't trust her, and for good reason, too. The words were so hard to say, even though they were true; she didn't feel like telling her ivory brother she cared for him right now, just after all he'd said to her. But it was the truth, nevertheless. "But I can't stay in the Pride, and not with you being like this, so like Mother. I'm leaving."
She felt, again, as if a weight she didn't know she'd been carrying was gone. Alex could try to kill her, she didn't care. She was free! She let her gaze harden, determination in her eyes. He couldn't stop her. He wouldn't. Her only fear was that he might attack Denim or his friend again. If he attacked her. . . She just hoped he wouldn't.
OOC;; This post is an utter mess. Please forgive me, guys? x.x
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