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paixaorpg2010-01-21 12:31 am
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Be Prepared [Complete]
Character(s): Scar, open to anyone
Content: The King of Pride Rock arrives
Setting: Niflheim
Time: dusk
Warnings: Scar's psychosis?
Scar leapt from one rock to the next, taking in every detail of the gate and its long line of two-legged visitors. They received an object at a window, then walked through as if welcomed to a new land. Some seemed overjoyed, others were quite discontent with their lot at being thrown somewhere so unfamiliar and new.
But the lion didn’t care for these people or their circumstances. No, the King of Pride Rock was more interested in just what it was that lay beyond that massive wall, inside that strange structure. There was no way to see in from outside, and it piqued Scar’s curiosity. He raised his head high and roared, then bounded down to the line, tossing people aside until he was in front of the window. He leaned in close, teeth just inches from the greeter’s face, and snarled. “Make it quick.” He bit off the last word, gnashing his sharp fangs together.
The black-maned lion sauntered into the city with his journal held in his mouth, having nowhere else to put it. His haunches swayed as he hummed, examining everything around him. The first thing he noticed was how peculiar some of these creatures smelled…not like meat at all. Scar smiled, laughing to himself. “Paixao, is it? What an interesting name. And such a brilliant place, simply marvelous! Soon, Paixao, you will have a King!”
Content: The King of Pride Rock arrives
Setting: Niflheim
Time: dusk
Warnings: Scar's psychosis?
Scar leapt from one rock to the next, taking in every detail of the gate and its long line of two-legged visitors. They received an object at a window, then walked through as if welcomed to a new land. Some seemed overjoyed, others were quite discontent with their lot at being thrown somewhere so unfamiliar and new.
But the lion didn’t care for these people or their circumstances. No, the King of Pride Rock was more interested in just what it was that lay beyond that massive wall, inside that strange structure. There was no way to see in from outside, and it piqued Scar’s curiosity. He raised his head high and roared, then bounded down to the line, tossing people aside until he was in front of the window. He leaned in close, teeth just inches from the greeter’s face, and snarled. “Make it quick.” He bit off the last word, gnashing his sharp fangs together.
The black-maned lion sauntered into the city with his journal held in his mouth, having nowhere else to put it. His haunches swayed as he hummed, examining everything around him. The first thing he noticed was how peculiar some of these creatures smelled…not like meat at all. Scar smiled, laughing to himself. “Paixao, is it? What an interesting name. And such a brilliant place, simply marvelous! Soon, Paixao, you will have a King!”
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He heard the meerkat's shouting clearly, and could make out something of a structure ahead. What the lion couldn't see was the door opening and closing, or the meerkat taunting him from behind a pane of glass. To Scar, it looked like an open entryway, inviting him to continue pursuit of his minuscule quarry. The large cat picked up even more speed, intending to charge in and scoop up the meerkat in his maw at once.
He leaped into the air, claws at the ready and baring a muzzle full of sharp teeth, only to find his mass crashing through a clear, floating substance that shattered on impact. Shards of it scratched his hide even through his thick fur, eliciting a half-roared shout of pain from him. He rolled forward as he hit the ground unexpectedly, claws swiping at everything in range in an attempt to gain purchase and stop his momentum. He smashed into tables and chairs, splintering the wood everywhere, and numerous citizens found gashes from his claws in their legs. Scar slammed into the wall opposite the door in a heap of fur, small rivulets of blood soaked into his fur, and a trail of splintered wood and shattered glass and broken and scattered dishware leading to his prone form.