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[ImmyWimmy1]

Alik
With: Bianca
Location: Nearing the exit to Bluegrass territory
Current Mood: Confused
Crush/Mate: No one

The male stopped, his left ear flicking back towards the sound of a feminine voice. He began to grow anxious. Did the leader send her to follow him? He turned his head slightly to see that it was the intimidating commander female from before. He could see from her eyes that she meant business. He frowned at her, not sure what to think of her. She was harder to read than most. More complicated. Alik didn't like complications. But still, since he was still on their land, he might as well go along with it. After all, he only had his life to lose now, right? The Lone Warriors wouldn't protect him now, as he'd gone against them. He didn't know where he stood in it all. Between freedom and confinement? The pride and a loner's life? He was in disarray. He decided to address the female. "What is it?" he growled back to her, making it clear that he didn't want to be disturbed right now. However, she didn't look like the type to back down easily...

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[GrayStar51]

ｂｉａｎｃａ

➢ female
➢ commander
➢ bluegrass pride
➢ single

She looked rather cross at his demeanor towards her. "I think we will both find this easier if we not growl at each other. Agreed? Lets be civil here, I just want to talk, and then you can be on your way. Whichever way that is.. She proposed, sitting down to show she didn't mean him any harm at the moment.

"My name is Bianca. I am a commander of the Bluegrass pride. We are naturally meant to come together as a pride, so, why would you want to be a loner? I'm simply trying to understand what keeps you from joining with your own kind? Would you rather live a meager existence as a loner, alone until the end of your days? Which for most loners, isn't that long." She asked, addressing him with her utmost calm and polite tone. She wanted this to go as smooth as possible, and hopefully, the male would cooperate..

[ImmyWimmy1]

Alik
With: Bianca
Location: Nearing the exit to Bluegrass territory
Current Mood: Stressed, but keeps a cold,
calm tone.
Crush/Mate: No one

The male's frown relaxed slightly at Bianca's words. It was true, naturally the Guardians are social creatures. They are supposed to live in large prides, where they can interact with one another. For it is in interactions that they learn the true meaning of what it is to be a Guardian. The hunting. The playing. The mates. The cubs. It was all supposed to make a Guardian feel complete. Whole, even. Alas, Alik had been far removed from this joy. As a young cub, his mother and his siblings got separated from the main pride. It was a particularly bitter winter that year. He didn't have many memories of it. He didn't have many memories of much of pride life, either. He'd survived on pity and pity alone, up until his teen years. As a cub, the maternal instincts of some female loners kicked in. When he reached his teen years, he had no such advantage. He was on his own. His mother hadn't taught him how to hunt. He hadn't played with his siblings and learned how to fight in doing so. He almost died during his second winter out on his own. Starvation and exhaustion had nearly taken its toll upon him.

However, a male loner, a Lone Warrior, had taken him in for a few weeks and trained him to become a Lone Warrior himself. The female spirit, who guided him in this art, taught him how to fight. How to hunt. How to survive. There were no lessons on how to love. How to care. How to regret. Now he was feeling these new emotions, Alik felt deeply troubled. He couldn't cope with it on top of learning what it was to become a Guardian again and he knew it. He didn't want to admit it. In his head, it made him sound weak. Instead, he came up with an improvised excuse. A lie. "Look, I don't want anything to do with prides, Ok? I've never been in one and I never plan to. If I die out here, cold and alone, so be it. I'd rather die free than tied down by pride life like you will." His tone was surprisingly cold and calm, though his face and body language gave the lie away. Alik was not his normal self...

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[GrayStar51]

ｂｉａｎｃａ

➢ female
➢ commander
➢ bluegrass pride
➢ single

She blinked, surprised by his choice of words. "Tied down? Is that what you call having responsibilities, to live in a group of common good and wellbeing for everyone? A selfish lowlife loner would never understand the feeling of having others look up to you, trust you, love you, rely on you, and for you to rely on them. It's called being a family!" She snarled, losing her patience. This was a stupid idea, how could she expect a loner to know anything about being part of something greater.

[landofmakebelieve]

Reshkomanan
Female
Single
With Viskeir

She growled something angrilly in russian, but so fast it was impossible to understand. She glared at the female. Love birds! Ha! She kicked the hard surface below her and dug her claws into the ground.

[GrayStar51]

ｖｉｓｋｅｉｒ

➢ male
➢ subordinate
➢ bluegrass pride
➢ single

Viskeir growled quietly. "Resh, hush!" He snapped at her impatiently, ignoring Melody's comment. He turns back to the upset female, trying to console her. "Melody, we are on a patrol, meant to seek out intruders and mark the borders. Hunting is just an opportunity. This is our priority." He said, before turning back to face Reshkomanan and their target.

[landofmakebelieve]

Reshkomanan
Female
Single
With Viskeir and Melody

She growled when Viskeir turned back, "I said I saw nothing! I thought I saw an intruder, but I was wrong! Now can we please keep going?" She turned and padded to where Melody was.

[GrayStar51]

ｖｉｓｋｅｉｒ

➢ male
➢ subordinate
➢ bluegrass pride
➢ single

Viskeir looked back at Reshkomanan again, his eyes confused. Than speak up, would you! He thought, with only a grunt turning back towards Melody. "Fine. Lead the way, Melody. If all our squabbling hasn't scared it off yet." He said in an unpleasant tone, shoving past Reshkomanan and to the side of Melody to see if he could pick up the scent of what she had spotted. Maybe they could Still hunt it.

[Pterochicken]

Watching the loner go, he lowered his head briefly, sighing. As the Shaman, the Guardian with the mysterious powers, appeared and disappeared as Shaman are rumoured to do, the newcomer had almost looked as if he'd take the Bluegrass Pride up on their generous offer. The reasoning of the loner's refusal escaped Aelius completely - as well as his hostility when he'd left. He considered following Bianca, wanting to make the loner see what he'd just thrown away, but he was feeling discouraged, and trusted the commander to do what she could to change his mind. From what he'd seen, the female was excellent at what she did.

Turning to Zevran, wanting something to occupy his mind, Aelius adjusted his body, head up, ears alert, tail swishing lazily. There was no need to go about moping, by his logic. "Anything need taking care of, while I'm out here?" He offered, scanning the area quickly. The half-eaten doe still lay upon the ground, and he crossed to it, examining the carcass. "Should I take it back, or leave it for him?"

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Leader
ϕ Male
ϕ Single, Looking
ϕ Bluegrass Pride
ϕ Thinking
ϕ With no one

Zevran looked at Aelius and nodded in acknowledgement. "You may join the scout party. Their scent is just starting to fade, but if you hurry you can catch up to them." Zevran said, starting his own way back to where his den was, in deep thought. As he made his way back to their "camp" he was thinking about how close their mating season was coming close at paw, but he doesn't know if he has picked a female, or male, to impress. Zevran sighed to himself as he quickly shook off the thought of finding a mate because he wasn't to sure if he wanted cubs just yet, but was willing to consider it.

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Single
ϕ Loner
ϕ Defending his territory
ϕ With his spirits

Omen slightly paused as he caught more scents of the pride. He slightly smirked as he sniffed at the scents, there were three, but they were leaving as fast as they had come on. Omen started to follow the three pride members, watching in the darkness as they started to find trace of a herd that was long gone by now, scared off by their bickering. Omen kept low, slightly stalking them with his glowing blue eyes, curious to see where they were going. Omen's head slightly shot up when he realized that the three members were going towards the waterfall that he had claimed as his own, just outside of the Bluegrass Territory. Omen growled to himself and sped up his pace, getting to his den before they were able to get there. 'They will not find this place if it is the last thing I will do, I will protect my den and territory as long as I am capable..' Omen thought to himself as he waited for the three members to enter onto his land.