02-15-2023, 04:11 PM
Finally.
After scrounging to find the mainland for so long, the Descendants of the Departed had. With their lack of resources, it was harder to produce fruitful crops for storage and trees to create ships. Eventually, though, something struck. Under Valerius' leadership, the group started to thrive. Momentous achievements of travel, showmanship, and productiveness were beginning for them. Even so, they lacked trade and companionship. There was nowhere to go besides out to the sea in search of others. Thankfully, in time, the mainland came to. Perhaps they could search here for more.
As they explored the neutral lands, the news of a meeting came about. The grapevine whispered rumors of tension. Thus, an opportunity struck. While the others were distracted at the monthly meeting, the Descendants of the Departed would strike in their moment of weakness. Cannibalistic and begging of resources, the dead spread out across the newfound battlefield provided them with an advantage. All they needed was for the fight to begin.
From the shadows, those that gathered remained silent. Valerius stood at the front of the tribe with his light grey optics narrowed. Large claws remained unsheathed. While the gathering groups bickered, he watched and waited. His body remained stiff and unmoving with his chest to the floor and body hidden by the underbrush. The only that moved was his tail. It lashed impatiently as he waited for the fight to begin. The tension was beginning to ramp up. Thankfully for them, the Descendants of the Departed were unseen, unexpected, and unhinged.
Soon enough, claws were exposed and teeth were bared. As Sorbet lashed out as Aesior, the lion rushed out of the darkness and into the sunlight. There was no signal to be given. The consensus was to scavenge, raid, and then leave. Valerius had been clear about that in his previous meeting with them. If claws were to be unveiled, then they were destined strike. He would be only following his own advice as he darted into the crowd with eyes wide and mismatching canines glinting in the light.
The prospect of a fair fight was disregarded by Valerius. The easiest target on the field caught his eye easily. Rushing forward, the lion attempted to barrel into Sorbet. If successful, he'd grab them by the nape with his canines and then violently shake them, hoping they'd grow dizzy and potentially go unconscious.
After scrounging to find the mainland for so long, the Descendants of the Departed had. With their lack of resources, it was harder to produce fruitful crops for storage and trees to create ships. Eventually, though, something struck. Under Valerius' leadership, the group started to thrive. Momentous achievements of travel, showmanship, and productiveness were beginning for them. Even so, they lacked trade and companionship. There was nowhere to go besides out to the sea in search of others. Thankfully, in time, the mainland came to. Perhaps they could search here for more.
As they explored the neutral lands, the news of a meeting came about. The grapevine whispered rumors of tension. Thus, an opportunity struck. While the others were distracted at the monthly meeting, the Descendants of the Departed would strike in their moment of weakness. Cannibalistic and begging of resources, the dead spread out across the newfound battlefield provided them with an advantage. All they needed was for the fight to begin.
From the shadows, those that gathered remained silent. Valerius stood at the front of the tribe with his light grey optics narrowed. Large claws remained unsheathed. While the gathering groups bickered, he watched and waited. His body remained stiff and unmoving with his chest to the floor and body hidden by the underbrush. The only that moved was his tail. It lashed impatiently as he waited for the fight to begin. The tension was beginning to ramp up. Thankfully for them, the Descendants of the Departed were unseen, unexpected, and unhinged.
Soon enough, claws were exposed and teeth were bared. As Sorbet lashed out as Aesior, the lion rushed out of the darkness and into the sunlight. There was no signal to be given. The consensus was to scavenge, raid, and then leave. Valerius had been clear about that in his previous meeting with them. If claws were to be unveiled, then they were destined strike. He would be only following his own advice as he darted into the crowd with eyes wide and mismatching canines glinting in the light.
The prospect of a fair fight was disregarded by Valerius. The easiest target on the field caught his eye easily. Rushing forward, the lion attempted to barrel into Sorbet. If successful, he'd grab them by the nape with his canines and then violently shake them, hoping they'd grow dizzy and potentially go unconscious.