Post by ≈ Sky ≈ on Aug 11, 2009 1:36:31 GMT -5
Enix/Kingdom
[[We’ll take our time with this one, and yes, because we are you are more than welcome to rp as if this thread has already been completed if you have a character in it. However, be aware that this thread does have a mild degree of danger added to it, as the point of it is to capture the lioness alive. Should you prove worthy in your efforts there will be rewards for those who do well or at least try. Everyone is welcome to join but use common sense. I wouldn’t enter this type of thread with a pup and expect to do very well fighting wise.]]
Hunger had driven it forward, hunger and an unnatural desire to be free from the darkness of the massive maze made from the forest area that protected the lands it had invaded. For weeks that had turned into months that seemed like nearly half a year it had lived among them, a white and contradictory shadow that fell from the tops of low raised branches to devour the kin and wanderers that roamed Oukoku’s boarder so carefree. Where was the security that supposedly guarded heaven? The action brought forth by a self-created justice that was supposed to be taken against the damned and the ruthless? Did such laws apply when one dealt with a monster? A figure that could have been imaginary or merely another one of their own masquerading as a large bodied killer? Or did this figment take on another form, one made entirely of religious imposed fears?
If what this was was what some thought that it was how did one fight against a angered devil?
They didn’t, not if they wanted to live and despite what might flow past the mouths of wolves and other beasts alike, they were all creatures of instinct, driven subconsciously by the want to survive. Of course, this want could be overridden, could be restrained by self-discipline, but if one didn’t realize it existed how could you dampen the need to run in the face of odds that were against you?
That could be answered simply by any manipulative scholar. One only had to condition and twist the bred needs of those around them. War was not something to be feared, death was not something to be feared, but something to be desired. In a land that was based off maniacal fanaticism, in a world of fighters where they only craved one ending result, this was not such a hard thing to do. But sometimes, even a base of fighters whose only goal should have been to better themselves by crushing others could grow restless with the mundane and repetitive actions of a ‘peaceful’ life. So maybe this was the reason the ‘monster’ had been created. Maybe it had been a manifestation of some bored denizens imagination that had spread to others like wildfire. The fear that had struck through the area, while not shared by all, had been stimulating enough to inspire a witch hunt for something that may or may not have existed.
Though, as large paws pushed against the sands and carried a delusional lioness father and father from the ‘sanctuary’ she had taken to claiming it was now clear that the wolf devouring creature was in fact real.
Which was all fine and dandy, when one thought about it. A lion prowling the open sands of Oukoku was just one more obstacle to conquer, one more object to teach a land of ‘fearless’ wolves not to fear. In her head, Enix had wrote it, the ending to the story she would watch from the safety of the overhanging cliff that hung above the bubbling and hungry tar pits.
Now, all she needed, were the characters, the heroes that would bring down the villain that padded out in the open across a land made for animals of much higher (supposed) intelligence.
Hunger had driven it forward, hunger and an unnatural desire to be free from the darkness of the massive maze made from the forest area that protected the lands it had invaded. For weeks that had turned into months that seemed like nearly half a year it had lived among them, a white and contradictory shadow that fell from the tops of low raised branches to devour the kin and wanderers that roamed Oukoku’s boarder so carefree. Where was the security that supposedly guarded heaven? The action brought forth by a self-created justice that was supposed to be taken against the damned and the ruthless? Did such laws apply when one dealt with a monster? A figure that could have been imaginary or merely another one of their own masquerading as a large bodied killer? Or did this figment take on another form, one made entirely of religious imposed fears?
If what this was was what some thought that it was how did one fight against a angered devil?
They didn’t, not if they wanted to live and despite what might flow past the mouths of wolves and other beasts alike, they were all creatures of instinct, driven subconsciously by the want to survive. Of course, this want could be overridden, could be restrained by self-discipline, but if one didn’t realize it existed how could you dampen the need to run in the face of odds that were against you?
That could be answered simply by any manipulative scholar. One only had to condition and twist the bred needs of those around them. War was not something to be feared, death was not something to be feared, but something to be desired. In a land that was based off maniacal fanaticism, in a world of fighters where they only craved one ending result, this was not such a hard thing to do. But sometimes, even a base of fighters whose only goal should have been to better themselves by crushing others could grow restless with the mundane and repetitive actions of a ‘peaceful’ life. So maybe this was the reason the ‘monster’ had been created. Maybe it had been a manifestation of some bored denizens imagination that had spread to others like wildfire. The fear that had struck through the area, while not shared by all, had been stimulating enough to inspire a witch hunt for something that may or may not have existed.
Though, as large paws pushed against the sands and carried a delusional lioness father and father from the ‘sanctuary’ she had taken to claiming it was now clear that the wolf devouring creature was in fact real.
Which was all fine and dandy, when one thought about it. A lion prowling the open sands of Oukoku was just one more obstacle to conquer, one more object to teach a land of ‘fearless’ wolves not to fear. In her head, Enix had wrote it, the ending to the story she would watch from the safety of the overhanging cliff that hung above the bubbling and hungry tar pits.
Now, all she needed, were the characters, the heroes that would bring down the villain that padded out in the open across a land made for animals of much higher (supposed) intelligence.