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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 12:27 pm
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The brothers were out meandering, not entirely associating themselves with anyone in particular, but instead made a nod where greeted and so on. There hadn't been much attention drawn to them just yet, in fact they hadn't had their meeting that had been promised to them with the individual 'Lil Mama'. Neither of them knew what they should expect, though it was true the entire pride seemed quite loud and 'dangerous', a leader of such a group would need to be just as, if not worse than the rest.
Maintenance was key, Ahriman knew this where Abbadon didn't really care. He pondered the ideals of the pride and what may come up during a meeting - forever the politic trapped in an angry lions body. Abbadon was just simply around, he hadn't considered the future, he certainly wasn't lost/dumb, but he was more of the muscle in the encounters. The pair knew their roles in each others lives and it hadn't changed since the time they drew their first breath.
Those thoughts aside they both wondered when they'd be granted the chance to meet the individual they intended to meet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:31 pm
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It had been a mostly quiet morning for Dwn'r. She got a small report from Mpenzi in the early hours of the morning that she had decided to check on later in the day - something not so pressing that she had to draw away from her Love, who had slept beside her sweetly for the entirety of the colder moments of the morning.
Petal had woken easily, slowly and stretched, nuzzling her sweetly before going on her merry way. The paler purple cheeton was shrouded in innocence, and Dwn'r loved her. Her mate was a healer, bright-eyed and eager to help, and Dwn'r was quite the opposite, hellbent on destruction.
She pulled herself away from the den she shared with her mate and walked along the edges of the cliff-face, always watching for anything that she would have to address.
She hummed a bit as she spotted the twin brothers that Korres had brought into their fold. It was one of the things Mpenzi reported on that morning, and she watched them carefully for a moment.
She hadn't had a chance to personally approach them yet, after all.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 6:29 pm
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They fell silent as the air changed around them. Abbadon was tense as he raised his dark nose up to sniff at it - he was also the first to speak up in a whisper. "Do you feel that?" He asked his brother, but the question wasn't necessary. Ahriman felt the pelt on his shoulders bristle uncontrollably and he began to feel watched. This shouldn't have been a new sensation and yet it was unique to this particular instance.
Then humming interrupted the silence that had fallen once again following the question. The humming caught the ears of the brothers, but they hadn't had their eyes on the leader yet. In seconds following the sound they turned easily to face whom they could only imagine was Lil Mama, Dwn'r. "Hello." Ahriman spoke up and shared a look with Abbadon that suggested he be the one to speak for now. Between the two of them the red male was far more politically well rounded. "You must be Lil Mama." He remarked with a small smile. There was no place for charm here, but he couldn't help it and was sure that even his green brother was smiling in the same manner.
"I'm sure you're already familiar with us." He stated plainly with a paw gesturing to himself and his brother. "You seem to have a way with the shadows." It was a compliment. He could only imagine she had been watching them just as much as anyone else, not because they were important or special - just because they were new, strange and had grown close to a pride member. Particularly Ahriman. "To formally introduce ourselves, I am Ahriman and this is Abbadon." He opted to remain upright, but gave his head a slightly bow. Another shared look with his brother made the other follow suit. They'd been royalty once before, but never as adults. The hierarchy here wasn't identical and so a full bow might have been too much. However the slight nod-bow, he felt, was somewhere in between.
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