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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 1:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 1:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 2:47 pm
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Chernabog wasn’t entirely sure what he had expected to come of the conversation, but it was clearly that he had come across a lioness that was either lacking confidence or an inability to see the lighter side of life. Having been born among the demons he knew they were pride, he himself carried that pride as well, but this was a touch more defensive then he had anticipated. They needn’t be defensive, especially when their reputation often spoke for themselves – the only other thing he could think of was that some change may have been underway.
The dark lion took a moment with his thoughts and with his mane, the darned thing was becoming such a nuisance that he had had half a mind to remove some of it – fortunately a bath would clean him right up and he’d be seeing everything in no time at all. “Were you?” He wanted to snarl, oh how he wanted to react and instead he relaxed his chest, relaxed his narrowing eyes and found an inner calm through a voice that spoke only to him. “Yes, I was born to Balia`azima and Angra Mainyu. Grandson of Nyota`Angavu and Lilavati.” Heritage wasn’t everything to him, but clearly it was necessary here – last he had heard his Grandfather was in a fairly important role.
“Is that good enough for you?”
Now he settled back onto his haunches, not entirely sitting, just in case she decided to get fancy with any moves or decide that his place in the pride wasn’t worth her time? He knew his place was within the Aegnor, whether he met with his family or not, this was home. Though he intended to meet with Nyota himself when given the chance.
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