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Muninn,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Tyrannidae

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Muninn's dark and huddled form was a small dot among the vast lush steppe in which he had decided to linger for several days now. Though he was ignorant to the name this place had been given by the locals, he enjoyed spending his time here. The harshness of the weather he was used to, the lack of shelter, even moreso. What was nice, and even a luxury to him, was the presence of prey abundant.

He now lay over the broken body of a creature that was now unrecognizable. A large paw lay over the bloody body, holding it in place as his jaws ripped flesh from bloody bone. It had been a long while since he had eaten a good meal and now, with his belly nearly full to bursting, he could imagine curling up and taking a nice nap under the overcast sky.

Thunder rumbled like an angry growl in the distance, and a quick rainshower had just finished sweeping across the land. He was soaked, his mane sticking down and hanging infront of his silver gaze, but it mattered not. He was too invested in indulging himself to care.

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Cairidan,

Lion of Prideless

Played by dusk

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Cairidan loathed the rain, but there was some joy to be found in the deep rumbling of the thunderclaps as they trembled the earth, veins of spindling lightning sprawling across the darkened sky as they leapt from cloud to cloud. The smell of fire mixed in with the rain, where the hollowed trunks of ancient trees burned under the ferocity of electricity. The nights were often quiet, and with the encroaching winter, the northward skies tended to arrive pregnant with snow and hail, before eventually melting into rain as they descended down the mountain slopes and into the steppe. Cairidan had avoided the most recent downpour, seeking shelter under the jagged outcropping of a rocky alcove, resting with a few other critters that had decided to join him there, preferring to brave the stoic company of a lion rather than risk being washed away by the rains.

Eventually, the rain had come to pass, and even though the brim of daylight tried to sneak through, the impregnable cloud-cover plunged the steppe into a blissful, hazy gray. As he emerged from his small and safe haven and began to move across the moor-like terrain, Cairidan soon discovered upon the horizon the lumbering silhouette of another lion hulking over his meal, soaked to the bone yet decidedly far more interested in filling his belly. The brute's nose twitched, but clearly now their crossing paths were unavoidable.

“An easy catch, I presume,” he uttered nonchalantly, his sunlit gaze flicking between the lion and what remained of his meal, “given most cats don't like the rain.” The weight of wet fur would drag any lion down, but the prey who knew of that as well might have let their guard down during a storm.

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Volcan,

Empress of Ignis Empire

Played by Karasu

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The sky moved like the sea, waves of gray shifting in an out as the rain poured down to drench the poor souls below. But the rain didn't give grief to the obsidian goddess below, for she strode through like she twas parting the red sea. The steppe was familiar to her, it's dry to drenched climate much like the home she had been brought forth from, destroyed by a volcano a century ago- the woman herself named for the markings she shared with the deadly mountain. She was seen as a beacon of hope to those ignorant people, raising her to see herself as something bigger, worth more than what the little village had to offer. What each of those men had to offer. But their murders were also on par with the fact women could not divorce in her village- it was disgraceful. So she killed each one, carried the broods she saw necessary, and headed to find a land worthy of an empire. And she found it. But she wasnt ready yet. She had gathered some followers, she was progressing well, steadily- but she was impatient. Regardless, she had come to the desert storm ridden area to find one thing- aloe Vera. She needed the plant to make paste for her precious albino child, to rub her pelt with the sun fighting cream so she would find relief, and could walk with her mother. But as she walked towards the area she knew to have a decent sized plant, she saw two figures close to her target. A few feet from them as the spiky green plant, and she strode towards it, head held high, and severed a few stems, saying nothing to the two handsome men nearby.

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Muninn,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Tyrannidae

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Perhaps it might be wise to not become so comfortable with this place. Even though Muninn had seen scarcely a sign of other panthera life during his stay here at the steppe, it seems today was the day of congregation. His silver gaze rose to the sight of a very large man... unnaturally large, and rather overbearing in his approach. At least, that was Muninn's opinion. He had never truly been one for company, though it never failed... company always seemed to find him.

Muninn was surprised to see that the other male's pelt was very similar to his own in it's monochromatic color scheme. Though, it would seem this common ground did not give the other male a free pass to being greeted with friendliness or acceptance, of which Muninn was known for neither.

With a lick of his lips, wet flesh dripped from his chin as he studied his newest companion from where he lay. The other spoke, prompting a response... but not before Muninn's ears would flick backward in a show of unease.

"I am not what one might call "most cats". It takes more than rain to render me useless at taking a life.

I trust you haven't come to partake in my kill... I would hope you are more prideful than a mere vulture."

His voice sounded clear, with a masculine bass, though his accent seemed to sing to the man he addressed. A Scandinavian accent, that much was certain. Muninn's gaze then shifted past the male, focusing on another. This time a female. Her pelt was dark, much like his and his newest acquaintance, but the markings she bore were stunning. In her silence she passed, interested more in a plant nearby than his kill.

Good.

With her presence, however, Muninn began to feel slightly outnumbered. It was then he lifted himself to his feet, his tail swishing behind him causally... at least for now.

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