Don't Loose Yourself....

[Shiron]

Slowly Shiron, a Demented Fiend embarked into the area. Nares a flare taking in the mass of scents casted around. Amber mirrors survaled the wasteland. Casting a heated glare towards any sign of a living being. Robust limbs carried his weighted bodice further into the barren wasteland. Quickly the dried grass, so brittle and weak, concaved beneath his mits. Little power he felt over this triump. Auds remained forward and alert, awaiting any noise that seemed to follow him. Soon he found a place just before the shore of the lake itself. 'hmmm how pathetic...'Slowly he looked again around the tainted area, orbs focused on nothing. His bodice heaved and he sat umongst his haunches his regal features returning back to his facade and appearence. His look could fool anyone who treaded upon him, so regal and calm; A lie seen by all. For he wasn't Regal, calm, or anything at that matter but an insignificat, a Murderer, A lie, Insanity itself feared him for he was far worse then beeing merely insane. First before you find this out he'll still any lioness's heart with the simple Lie he lives. And then he'll tear their world to peices. Razor again looked to the ground the dried flaking turf irritated him. It was already lifeless for something he hadn't done. He growled to himself and then looked to the skies, Dark, and gray, just perfect. 'At least one thing was perfect, and surely it ain't me..' He awaited anys apperance for he needed a toy....

Looking away toward the way he entered he let out a Feirce roar, deep and muderous. Standing again he panted lightly. His tail twitching as he waited for any's retort. Stepping forth he approached the river dipping his maw into the waters he lapped the water slowly. Lifting his maw the water dropped off of his chin teasing the ground with its sweet taste. Wading into the river is harsh current massaging the brutes robust limbs. He laid solumly in the water lapping it every now and then. Still his amber orbs survailed his surroundings.

[Mueri]

...In Character... The elderly female moved swiftly along the banks of the Yenka, pausing every once in awhile to drink from the cool waters. The dull roar of the river was a peaceful sound to her ears and she allowed herself to loose her alertness somewhat, though still keeping on her guard. She was tired, very tired. The previous evening had been spent in the company of her daughter and of her son, a time she would cherish for quite some time, until the next time. In the coming days and weeks she would most likely sit back and relax on the Allipe lands thinking about that meeting and curiously wondering when the next one would happen. Proboably not for a couple of weeks. Sorcen was busy with his lead male duties and Silas had been growing solitary once more. When Mueri had set off to look for her son and for his daughter, her granddaughter she had found Silas scent heading off towards Isis Valley. She had not followed deciding to allow her daughter time to herself. So she had come here, to the neutral lands. Why she wasn't quite sure but there was something out here she needed to investigate. She also wanted to check up on the other pride to see if they had any plans concerning the Allipe. She had caught only the scent of three females who had recently been accepted into the pride and no sense of discontentment. That was good. She was in no mood to go to war with the other neighboring clan. Mueri suddenly broke out of her reverie as she came to a sudden halt. Ahead of her, looking thuroughly bored was an amber colored male. His mane was one of darker color, his pelt somewhat like that as well. He was staring intently into the water as if trying to see something that the rest of them could not. Mueri's alertness immediately came back to her as she surveyed the brute. She was no fool. Brutes were devils, the lot of them. Even her own Sorcen and Hero had followed in the pawprints of their father's, wrecking havoc on the opposite sex. Regardless of age she had heard and seen unjust cruelty delivered and she prepared herself for the worst. But only an idiot would dare attack her. Her name was known throughout Kyotu and should Sorcen hear that she had been mistreated or disrespected in anyway he would stop at nothing to come to her aid. It was possibly this reassuring thought that caused Mueri to take a few more slightly hesitant steps towards the brute, clearing her throat as she did so allowing her rasping tones to be heard. "Greetings brute" she murmmured with a curteous dip of the head as she moved forward towards the river, still keeping a good 5 yards in between them. ...End In Character...

Founder of Kyotu. Elder of Allipe. Mother of Silas.