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Post by offtomars on Aug 16, 2012 4:06:07 GMT
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But as a curious state of events took place, the crowd that had taken root around Denim and Chell slowly but surely disappeared. As quickly as the fear and anxiety had come, it began to dissipate. With each breath Chell took, she became more and more relaxed. Her breathing slowed, and her fur fell back to rest on her body. The tabby turned to Denim, he had asked if she was alright, but she was a bit preoccupied rooting herself in place, as not to downright bolt from the group. She looked up at the lion, arching her neck as to see him clearly. "Yes, I think I'll be alright. Just a bit anxious, is all. There’s a lot of animals here."
The tabby swished her tail slightly, as an air of tension lit the air like a spark. The line between canine and feline became more defined, and soon Chell saw why. Panja, the unmistakable white coated leader of Iris (whom she must collect a fur sample from later on) had approached an older looking, yet fierce, canine. She assumed this to be Brooke, from the way she spoke. Chell watched, practically enchanted by the conversation that took place. Ah, of war and peace and meddling. The tabby glanced at Denim, whose face was set in a grim line. Unreadable. Chell flicked her ears; he was a curious character, wasn't he? There was something about lions that made the tabby intrigued. She didn't know if it was their heritage, or how they wrote themselves off as kings, or if it was simple because they were golden. Chell liked gold.
Chell became less focused on Denim and more focused on the tense quarreling that most everyone was watching intently. The tabby was a loner, the dealings of the Iris and Tempest meant nothing to her. But in a way, they still affected her greatly. She couldn't collect any kind of plants or minerals in either of the group's territories. There was a war going on, and strangers (no matter their intention) were treated as enemies. Chell couldn't count the number of times she'd almost lost her fur on Tempest land. And she hadn't even been in Hexasol that long anyway. Suddenly, an idea came to the back of Chell's mind. She pushed it away, rolling her eyes at such a thought. But the thought lay there, prodding her until she succumbed to it and stood. The feline turned back to Denim, gazing up at him. "Just a moment, Denim. Just a moment." She spoke softly, and padded forward, in the direction of the quarreling. A silence had fallen since Panja spoke his last words.
Chell decided she'd be the one to break that silence.
"Excuse me, leaders of Iris and Tempest and all those who care to listen," Chell padded forward, legs shaking with each step. She felt tiny and exposed next to these massive creatures. But the tabby's voice was loud, and clear, her tiny accent poking through the hole of speech. It didn't waver as her legs did. She dipped her head respectfully to each leader in turn, and felt a small pluck of courage. Panja had asked for the citizens to speak. This was her only chance to offer insight. "I am neither of Lexis, nor Iris, nor Tempest. I am a loner, like many of the population in Hexasol." She breathed in once more, but continued. "However, I work with the building blocks of the earth, things the humans worked with. Chemicals and particular elements that make up this world,” Chell rubbed her muzzle with a paw, drawing to her scars and entirely too short whiskers. "I would only like to point out," She said, polite and unwavering, "that this war is turning all of you into human minded beasts. Since when did cats and dogs wage war on one another? This concept comes from the humans. Battle has gone on for ages, longer then anyone can ever dream about. But war is a foreign thing to beasts; never before have we delivered mass murder upon each other for something as petty as not enjoying one other’s company. Competition for food and other resources is what should be fought over, if anything. But your quests for revenge only get worse. It starts off simple, but soon elements of torture are added, and the whole things spirals down into a mass of chaos." Chell paused, taking a deep breath. She rooted herself down, tail lashing sharply. "It doesn't stay in one place, though. Soon all those under you are raised to hate and inflict brutality upon one another. I've met several week old puppies that would sooner tear off a cat's head then even stop to look at them. And for what? Because their mother's brother was killed in battle. Or maybe it was their own mother that was killed. That is the risk you take by joining a pack like this. You are joining for the battle, to be a pawn that is easily picked off by a stronger creature. By leading these packs you are only influencing hatred and fear in your young, and those who look up to you, even if your intentions are good. Perhaps somebody in this crowd would like to rip my fur off." Chell turned to the mass assembly of creatures. Her eyes blazed fierce as a wild fire, and she had become confident enough to speak freely as she wished. "And for what?" She asked, "Because I was simply born into a cat's body. It is one thing to hate and seek revenge on a particular individual, but it is another to have the mind set to kill an entire species. You think like humans." She spat, turning back to Panja and Brooke, and the several others that were crowded close to them. But it was clear she spoke to them. "The founders of these packs were wrong. They started something very unnatural. Ambitions as to rule the entire world are human, and they very much frighten me. Sometimes I feel you are more human than animal. When have packs or prides have perhaps a hundred members, something has gone awry. You all gather to fight and kill, for reasons I simply cannot understand. I have traveled to many strange places, but Hexasol is the only waging such a war. Sure, there are fights in many places. But they do not fight to kill. They fight to injure, to defend their home and their resources. But you fight for... revenge? Just because you don't like the way my tail moves or because you think I am stupid?" Chell drifted off, then. The silence lasted a few seconds before she spoke again, regaining her thoughts. "Perhaps it is time to think about dissolving these groups all together and learning to live with one another with some kind of recognition and peace. And maybe we'd be better off without leaders to make our life decisions for us. Because when you order any mother, father, sibling, caretaker, friend into battle, you are sentencing them to their death. It is up to luck whether or not they escape their fate. But when they do die, as they inevitably will, the pain of loosing a loved one spirals down to the next group and the hatred and anger spreads like the unstoppable disease. The peace will not last under conditions where the decision is up to bitter, tormented rivals."
It certainly was a long and treasonous speech to some, but Chell felt liberated by her words. The tabby was an introvert by nature, and there she had spoken to both leaders of the Iris and Tempest. Not to mention an entire gathering of Hexasolian creatures. Chell cleared her throat, striped tail drifting softly across the trampled grass. Her face was set in an unreadable mask, she didn't want to give anything away. Chell watched each of these characters carefully. What she was suggesting was not only a loss of family, pack, and pride, but a loss of power and dignity for the leaders. She only half believed in her own words, while they still rung truth in her feelings the feline would never suggest something so preposterous just for the heck of it. The driving force behind this, as it always was, was science. Chell waiting patiently, observing the after-effects of her newest, large scale social experiment.
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Post by zeph on Aug 16, 2012 4:20:34 GMT
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The large light coated dog watched the center of the meeting, where more and more voices were struggling to be heard. Basil shook his head sadly. He had come here searching for a good place to live out the rest of his days, but he had found a country in the middle of a bloody war. He couldn't help but side with those asking for peace. A large white lion, apparently the leader of one of the packs, was arguing with the canine head. Suddenly, a voice popped up beside him. He turned his head and smiled at the small feline beside him.
"Hello there. Trying to watch without being sucked in as well? I'm Skye by the way." Basil nodded.
"I am Basil. It is good to meet you, Skye." He turned his head back to the center of the meeting. "I have only lived in Hexasol for a short time. I don't think they would appreciate an old newcomer telling them what to do." He shook his head, deep brown eyes gazing into the crowd.
"I just don't understand this. I lived in the Stranglers Mountains my whole life, a place that many believe to be violent and harsh. The strange thing is, I have lived all my years in peace, but in this land that is full of life, there is nothing but war. The potential for peace and happiness is so great in Hexasol, but a fight for species supremacy has destroyed that until now. I just can't wrap my mind around the opinion of those who are against a treaty."
He glanced down at Skye before a loud voice filled the meadow. The lion had addressed the crowd. Basil perked up as a smaller voice made its way to his ears. A cat had entered the conversation. He listened intently, nodding occasionally in agreement. War was an unnatural. The scruffy wolfhound turned his attention to the cat next to him. "What is your take on all this, Skye?" He asked softly.
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Alto watched the meeting, his heart beginning to return to a normal pace. At the center of the meeting, the large male white lion had approached a Mid-sized black dog. Alto assumed these were the leaders of the rival packs, although he wasn't absolutely sure. He had gone out of his way to avoid both packs, so he wasn't exactly acquainted with the individuals in each. The discussion grew as multiple other voices were heard. Alto focused on trying to hear them from his distance, which is probably why what happened next surprised him so much.
A loud happy voice shouted up at him from the base of the tree. Alto nearly fell off the branch with surprise, his claws digging in as he fell sideways. As soon as he was once again stable and clinging to the branch, he identified the source of the voice. Valkyrie! Alto smiled at the friendly face.
"Hello, Valk!" he said excitedly before pausing. "Come down and play? I..." Alto was afraid to go down there. What if a fight broke out? And what of the cats that Valkyrie had been talking to. Was he to play with them? "I don't know, Valkyrie. It seems dangerous to me. I don't want to be hurt.." Suddenly, he felt silly. The wolf below him was still a pup, and she was braver than himself. Then again, she probably hadn't gone through the trauma that he had faced. He longed to have the courage to leap down from the tree and play with Valk, the way he had played with his canine siblings in his youth.
Altos eyes were yellow in the light. They glanced at the center of the meeting where things had gone silent. The pause was broken by a small feline, telling her opinion. The cat apparently wanted peace. Maybe he shouldn't be so afraid after all. Heck, even the white lion was asking for the fighting to end. Alto turned to look down at his friend.
"Okay." He dropped from the tree with ease, but when he reached the ground, he crouched down. Fear welled up inside again as his moment of bravery faded. He looked at Valkyrie, eyes wide, mind on the edge of panic.
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Post by ♥Picasso on Aug 20, 2012 11:18:41 GMT
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As Brooke finished speaking, it was Rikki's turn to speak up and voice her opinion. Every head turned towards her. She had become something of a celebrity. Many had heard that she had once been Florence's favourite plaything, and then Gravity's mate. By some, she was respected. By others, not so much. However, Denim bobbed his head in agreement to Rikki's words. Hexasol cannot cope with anymore fighting for a while. Many of the older generations have perished in the countless battles, leaving only the young, inexperienced left. His generation. You were lucky to live over the age of five in this kind of environment. They were all dropping like flies, and Denim didn't want to be another mark on the death count.
However, a coyote had now joined Brooke. Move elsewhere? Denim knew little of the surrounding cities. Not all had been taken over by dogs and cats. Some were empty, swarmed with rats and cockroaches. Others were ruled by other animals such as hyenas and horses. Who knew what kind of battlefield they could walk into if they moved away from Hexasol? Denim would rather just fix this city. He would never forgive himself if he left this city behind to kill each other. If he ever returned, it would just be littered by dead corpses. Denim shuddered at the thought. He then narrowed his eyes as the white dog spoke up. How did they know peace wouldn't work? Hexasol had never had peace as soon as humans died. Denim's mother had too much greed and the old Tempest warden had too much hate. Yet what if you took the greed and hate away? What were you then left with?
Panja spoke again. Denim's ears pricked with interest as he began. As much as Denim thought his father as a stranger, the words he spoke made him swell with admiration. He shuddered as he looked over at Brooke. She had killed not only his mother, but also his brother Orbit, and another, unnamed half-sibling in the blizzard. He longed to know what they would be like now, if they were still alive. Sighing, Denim hoped that the words were getting through to Brooke. She had now ruined Denim's other two siblings. They would always remember the torture they endured at such a young age. Denim hated himself for not helping, not doing more. He had only been such a small, scared cub. What could he have done? But he still wished he could've done more.
He suddenly felt the presence of someone beside him. Turning his head, Denim's eyes widened in surprise. Natiri was looking at him, probably noticing just how large he had gotten. Denim barely recognised Iri at first glance. She was now fully grown, and had grown up into an attractive young female. Denim caught himself. How could he name a canine attractive? He frowned. Before he could speak, Natiri whispered to him, and he exchanged a small smile with her. He had to stop himself from speaking too loudly. "I've missed you, Iri," He murmured, "I hope you are well." Denim quickly turned back to the debate, to see Chell speaking up. He had not been expecting the anxious little cat to speak before such large and frightening animals. He couldn't help but smile at her courage. The words she spoke drove Denim to suddenly drive forward into the centre, leaving Natiri behind.
"I think you all forget that we are essentially the same," He began, gazing around the crowd, "We all have thoughts and feelings, loves and hates, family and friends. We all feel pain the same. We all feel grief the same." He sighed, "My mother told me that canines were some kind of evil being. That they were inherently evil and nothing could ever, ever change that." He glanced over at Natiri, who was amongst the crowd, "However, I found out for myself that she was very, very wrong. Her mind was twisted and warped into incoherence, and that inevitably brought her death. However I will not follow in her pawsteps. I have made friends with canines and felines alike, and we are all the same deep down." He glanced over at Brooke, "My mother killed your puppies, however you killed my mother. I should hate you. But I will never fight you. I may not like you, Brooke, but I will tolerate you. I do not ask for revenge or war. I just ask that we can live in peace. There has been enough death in Hexasol."
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Post by Mika on Aug 20, 2012 14:14:36 GMT
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He was expecting mostly loners to take the chance to try and talk Tempest into forgetting about the war; he wasn't too surprised to see mostly felines with something to say. Gusto stayed silent and scowled at the felines that spoke as he stood by his leader. If they were concerned about their lives and there loved ones, why didn't they just leave? Surely this war hadn't spread to other cities?
Gus thought that, since some of the cats and dogs in the city had lived with humans before, they would no doubt pass on characteristics they got from humans onto others, pack mates and offspring. It didn't really matter, to him, what anyone here said. He wouldn't believe a word anyone said, unless Brooke agreed with them. If the war was meant to end only after he had just joined Tempest he would, grudgingly, accept it.
Another lion had taken the chance to let his voice be heard. From what he said Gus assumed the cub to be an Iris feline, which actually did surprise him and for a second it showed. Did Iris, the only enemy in Gustos' eyes, want this war to be over with too? The image of his sister being cut open in front of him came to his mind and a scowl returned to his face. They could just be trying to get everyone else to turn against them, to make Tempest seem evil and not the Iris pride. He kept his voice low so only Brooke could hear. "They keep prisoners don't they? If you accepted his offer do you think he would let them all go?" He looked at her to see what she would do. He would willingly follow her anywhere, what she did he would allow to affect his future.
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Post by Hunter on Aug 20, 2012 16:44:42 GMT
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Being greeted by her younger half-brother, Kira couldn’t but chuckle at his comment. ”You wound me, little one – after all, I’m the most peaceful of all beings,” she said sarcastically. Oh how many words she would have liked to all him… but he was Panja’s brat, and she wanted to keep a good relationship with the leader of the Iris Pride. So she kept her mouth shut and clean from foul speech.
Besides, Panja’s suggestion about peace with the canines almost made her speak up in protest. How dared he to asked that mutt to Mistress about such a thing as peace?! She knew he wasn’t thinking clear, but she hadn’t thought that he had grown completely mad! How she wished that she could knock some common sense into Panja’s head. A truce with the Tempest Pack would never be made. Peace would only occur when that pack of fleabags had been wiped out – it was as simple as that. And at Brooke’s rude answer, Kira was about to burst out, but Rikki, the white scum which now had become old Gravity’s brood mare, stepped in before she reacted herself. At that, a question started to form inside Kira’s head. Because what exactly was the relationship between that scum and the leader of the Iris Pride? It was clear that Panja was losing it. Completely.
Still wondering, the young lioness saw that Hueso was looking at her. Narrowing her eyes daringly, she tried to keep a snarl off her dark lips. How dared he to distrust her like that? If she really had wanted to tear out his and Brooke’s guts, she would already be doing it. Why were they even negotiating? Her and Panja could easily assault either Brooke or Hueso, giving the Tempest Pack a fatal blow. And Sota was there as well to help. Maybe they could be lucky enough to take down both of them – after all, Rikki was old and weak, and the other Tempest members were too young or too far away to help. What a waste of time this was.
She unsheathed her claws a few times before keeping them in again, then grinning at Panja’s response. Fool as he were, at least he had no respect for Brooke. Letting him babble off all his nonsense about the future generation, Kira narrowed her eyes at Brooke. ”Why so unwilling, Brooke? Too scared of being a nice little dog? Maybe you should consider Panja’s offer – instead of listening to your blood thirsty General,” she taunted.
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Sota walks, ”Sota talks”
In the beginning, Sota was surprised to hear that Panja suddenly wanted to make a truce between the two rivalling parts. As far as she knew, it wasn’t something he had discussed with any other pridemember. But thinking about it, Panja was right. Both the Iris Pride and the Tempest Pack needed to rest. Even if just for a day, a week… anything would be good. And if a truce could be held once, then why not once again in the future? She hated felines herself, but peace would be the best for the pride.
She snorted at Kira’s comment, and chose to speak up herself. ”Panja is right. And Denim as well. Think about it Brooke - how a young cub speaks wiser words than us adults. Peace would be good for all of us – no matter how long it will last. Besides, if the next generation learns that peace is possible between the Iris Pride and the Tempest Pack, maybe more permanent peace will become possible in the future. I know that it will not happen from one day to the other, but what can we lose by trying to get a truce between one another?” |
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She rolled her eyes of Valkyrie, not wanting to talk with such a feline lover. It was then her father acknowledged her, telling her that everything was okay. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask what this was all about, but the look in his eyes told her to keep her mouth shut. This was apparently not the time to ask questions… too bad. She could feel all her curiosity burn inside her, but she did as her father had told her with her eyes. He could explain later – if he got the time.
She tried to understand what the adults were talking about, but it was hard to keep up. Their voices were very serious, so maybe it was about the war? Oh gosh, if just she could concentrate enough. She could feel the tense atmosphere, and it wasn’t comfortable at all. Normally she would have rushed in somewhere and made a mess, but the felines standing on the opposite side of her father, Rikki and Brooke were so big. It was quite intimidating. She knew that she needed a lot of training if she one day should be able to wound such a monster.
It was then Hueso lowered his head and whispered a task to her. Keeping an eye on the felines? OH YEARH! She felt overwhelmed by the fact that her dad wanted her to do a favour for her. Oh wauw, this was something big! Her tail started to wag and it was hard to keep it still even though she tried her best. ”Of course, dad,” she whispered back, proudly. ”I won’t let you down.” Puffing out her chest, Antigone went in stalking mode just as her brother pawed her playfully. Chocked, Antigone turned around, facing him. She hadn’t noticed him before now. When had he come here? Well, it didn’t matter. Laughing, the black and white youngster shortly forgot what her father had asked of her and pawed Bear back. ”Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she giggled and wagged with her tail. It actually felt good that he was here. Being among one more family member just made her feel more secure. Brooke was here, along with her father and brother. Who could hurt her? None! Not even those big, bad feline monsters. She bounced a few steps back, wanting to get much space to playfully attack her littermate, but unfortunately bounced into another dog in her attempt; Gusto. ”Hey! What are you- Uhm, I mean… Sorry,” she quickly corrected her disrespectful tone. The other dog was older than her and thereby bigger as well. And now wasn’t the time to mess with others… she had seen that in her father’s eyes.
((OOC: Sooo hard to make a response to this. Also lost Sota’s post, so tried to make a quick re-write of it… And sorry if I left something out xD))
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Aug 21, 2012 0:24:54 GMT
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Lee stared up at the Clouded Leopard for a few moments, wondering if he too, would ignore his plea for attention. But it seemed that Valkyrie at last took notice of him, calling up to Alto as well and beckoning him to play together. The question of whether he would take part made him chuckle. Did he look that much older than Valk herself? "I'm hardly a year old, of course I play! Playing's fun!" he exclaimed.
Not a moment later, Alto dropped from his perch on the branches and looked completely and utterly terrified. Lee flattened his ears, "Mister, nothing will happen to you. Why, I bet me and Valk could take down anyone that comes our way if they bother us! What do you guys want to play? Tag? Let's play tag-- oh, oh! Or hide and seek? Or should we just..." a devilish smirk washed over his features as the idea came to him. He backed up a few paces and suddenly charged at Valkyrie and Alto, "Wrestle a bit! Aha!"
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[/color] ThoughtsActions *** [/center] Brooke backed up a pawstep when suddenly it seemed the world wanted to gang up on her. Did no one realize why she was this way? Why she couldn't just say yes to peace? Why she had sunk to levels so low to win this war? She curled her upper lip defensively as Rikki - her own packmate - spoke words of disagreement, followed by Panja, loners, and even a few Iris members. She was particularly disgusted by Kira's response, "You rat,"[/color] she spoke solely to her. "You want peace even less than I do. Take your tainted blood away from these lands. I don't say no because I am a coward. I say no because I know peace is impossible!"[/color] She gave nods of approval to her General and Gusto before looking back over at Panja. Reason, pride, and desire waged a war inside her head as she began to speak, "I would like to point out that I did no harm to your children, Panja. I kept them in the Asylum, but I did not torture them. I couldn't. Not after the hell your mate put me through. No young life deserves that kind of treatment... not even a cat. I learned that on my own."[/color] She sighed, knowing that admitting that aloud would change many opinions about how resolute she appeared to be on the outside. "My daughter Addia returned them all to you unharmed, did she not? Orbit died of sickness. There was nothing that could be done about that... Whether you believe me or not is another story...."[/color] Brooke took a moment debate if she should apologize for the death of Florence and the one cub she and Heuso had killed. But no- she held her tongue, instead turning gaze to Denim for only a moment when he spoke and huffing in indignation. There was no reason to apologize for Florence. Nor that cub. Those were only tools she had raised to kill Streiter - even Panja must have known that those beasts she birthed had no purpose besides that in this world. Those remaining cubs had also torn apart her newborns in front of her eyes. Perhaps that was why she could justify killing that one of the litter. "Yes, I killed Florence in cold blood, but if there's anyone here that believes she didn't deserve what was coming to her, then you are all fools. The only reason this meeting could even happen - this... peace gathering if you will - is because that bitch is no longer here to make a mess of things. I know I'm no angel, but don't you all fucking make me out to be a demon. Not while the Iris Pride still holds canines as prisoners, tortures them, and has members just as willing to continue this cycle of bloodshed."[/color] She sent a pointed stare at Kira once again. Now that Florence was gone, it was mainly her that Brooke was worried about. But even that child didn't intimidate her as much as the creature she spawned from. "Panja this is as much peace as we'll ever see. I am no fan of war, but my General is right. These wounds are still fresh. Even if an agreement were to be set, the fighting would not stop. So I say this to all of you: enjoy your moment of rest for now, because even I - tired and old as I've become - know that this age old hatred will never cease. It is the foundation of our souls... and this war will never be over."[/color] She let out the breath she had been holding and relaxed some, mostly satisfied with her answer, "Perhaps a gathering of this sort is in order every once in a while, peace or no peace. As much as I detest what your kind has done to me and my packmates... the saying goes 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer,' right?"[/color] She gave the white lion a rather uncharacteristic smile before padding away. There was nothing left to be said between them. [/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center] OOC: it was never really established what happened during the cub's kidnapping, but i always had this vision of Brooke perhaps showing them kindness to ward them away from following in their mother's footsteps. She definitely wouldn't have been able to torture them after losing her own pups though, that much I'm certain of. I'm sorry if that completely ruins your florriepanja cub but another dog could have easily tortured them too.
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Post by Mika on Aug 22, 2012 15:26:31 GMT
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One of the lions had started to taunt Brooke, which erased some of Gusto's doubts about the war and the Iris pride. 'Just as I thought, not all of his members actually want peace.' He didn't really listen to what the cheetah had to say, but he did still wounder if other Iris members actually agreed with what their leader was saying. He could imagine angry cats surrounding the white lion. He snickered to himself at the thought, but lowered his head and hoped no one could see or hear him. 'Maybe the Iris pride will end up killing each other when this meeting is over.'
He looked up at Brooke and listened intently to what she had to say. He then looked and glared at the cats and dogs that had spoken already to see their reactions to what his leader was saying to them. In his eyes, only Brooke and the packs' general were reasonable. Everyone who had agreed with Panjas' offer of peace seemed quick to judge only Tempest when Iris should be a bigger threat. 'Most likely they're only concerned about their own lives. If the city is so dangerous, why don't they just leave?' He glared at those cats and dogs before turning his attention onto Panja.
He copied his leader and gave the white lion the sweetest smile he could muster before turning to follow her. As he was following her another, younger, canine bumped into him.
”Hey! What are you- Uhm, I mean… Sorry,"
"No problem." Was all he said before he took off to follow Brooke.
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Post by Zen on Aug 24, 2012 13:05:32 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/panja2-1.png]A scraggly little cat was the first to speak in the ensuing silence, and despite being just a loner, she had some sage wisdom about the war which Panja mostly agreed with. He found himself quite intrigued by her intelligence; he too shared an interest in humans after having lived with them for most of his life. Maybe he could seek her out after the meeting was over and have a thoughtful discussion. Next Denim offered some words and Panja tensed up in shock. He’d always known Denim was different, but he never took him for such a peace-lover. Then again, unlike Florence, he had never expected all of his cubs to grow into leaders or warriors. He wasn’t really disappointed by this revelation about Denim, just...sad. Sad that his son had been going behind his back to meet with dogs and hadn’t been honest with him. Panja knew it was his fault; he didn’t have a strong enough relationship with his cubs, and Denim probably assumed his father would run him out of the family for being so different. He gave his secondborn a look that said we’ll talk when we get home and turned back to the crowd.
“I will never like or trust all canines. I admit it. I still find the entire species to be weak and believe cats to be superior.” With some exceptions, he thought, his eyes flickering over at Rikki, just once. “Honestly, I am not making peace because I want to see our two species live in harmony. I am doing it because there needs to be peace. We might not like or respect one another, but I agree with my son that the key thing here is tolerance.” His attention switched from Kira to Sota, then rested on the young lioness. He gave a tiny shake of his head, warning her not to start anything. The idea of a truce was probably killing her right now, but as much as he wanted to see Kira happy, he had to think about everyone, not just her. Hopefully in time she would accept why he was doing this.
Lastly Brooke spoke again, and calmly he replied, “Thank you for admitting you did not participate in my cub’s abuse. I have killed innocent puppies in the past as well and I truly do regret it. However, you may not have harmed my cubs yourself, but others among your pack did. My son and daughter have nightmares to this day about how they were beaten and starved while held within that asylum, and Orbit developed his illness from that cruelty. He would still be alive and my cubs would have had a childhood if you hadn’t kidnapped them in your thirst for revenge. I heard the real story of everything that went on that day, Brooke - you weren't even willing to return my cubs to me until your daughter went behind your back. Florence asked for a bargain, and you refused. You threatened to make her eat one of those cubs and then proceeded to kill her in the most horrific manner possible. You and your pack didn't kill her honorably in battle like true soldiers. You cowardly lured her in by using her own children as bait. Now I’m not trying to justify everything Florence did to you or make you seem like the greater villain here. I'm aware that what you did to her is no better than what she did to you. I’m simply pointing out that you should accept the evil you have done, as I have, so that we can end this chain of revenge." When she finished speaking and walked away, not even wanting to at least attempt a peaceful agreement, his jaw dropped slightly. He had thought that, maybe, his words and the words of everyone else were starting to get through her thick head. In a fit of anger he suddenly roared after her, “How can you be this stubborn and selfish? Look around you; there are many among both of our packs who want this to end. Even I, old and set in my ways as I am, might be willing to change myself for the benefit of not just Iris but the entire city. But you… you won’t even give my truce the slightest chance. I could easily free the Tempest prisoners of the slaughterhouse, I could keep a close watch on my pride to ensure none of them attack your packmates and punish them if they do. So could you. We won't end all the fighting between our species, but we might end this war between Tempest and Iris, and the children of the next generation might learn from this peace and create a better world. And maybe you’re right, maybe I'm being too optimistic and a truce still wouldn’t work, but who knows? This city has never known one second of peace to compare. You could at least swallow your stupid pride and try, God d**n it! I know you’ve struggled all your life, I know terrible things have happened to you and the ones you loved. But guess what? The same can be said for almost everyone in this city. And it’s all because of this war! It will destroy us all, make no mistake about that. If the bloodshed isn’t stopped, it will only continue until there is just nothing left. Greed and arrogance destroyed the humans, the most powerful species on the planet, and you can bet we’ll be next. It will never be over because you won't let it be over! You're no better for this city than Florence was!” He wasn't even sure if she was still listening anymore. The crazed look that had just passed over his face vanished as he glanced between Sota, Chell, Rikki and Denim. After that rant all he could do was hang his head and shrug. He’d tried. He’d really, truly tried. And he’d apparently failed them.
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