The Clarion Call

[Judas]

((I thought I'd start a little RP, open to any outlanders. But trespassing pridelanders will be met with outmost hostility, and little tolerance. Sorry but I like to keep this a bit realistic, these prides have afterall a bitter hatered for eachother. )

Dust, that was a reoccurring theme throughout these lands, make that dust, withered grass, and dead trees. Hazel eyes narrowed as he scaled the hill, now he could finally have a good look at the lands he had proclaimed his home. He could see for miles in every direction, and for all those miles stretched and endless sea of scorched earth, dead trees, and nearly dried rivers. "Feels like home.." the hazel-eyed lion muttered to himself, his voice held a strain of mixed surprise and disappointment.

Without giving the horizon a second glance the adult male made his way down the mound and to wards the most striking landmark of these velds, the massive Termite mound. Judas' pelt proved perfect camouflage in these dusty wastes, as his fur held a sandy tanned hue, and the charcoal black of his mane echoed the burnt deadwood. It was as if he had been born from the dust, of how well he matched his surroundings.

The now seasoned warrior, and ex-assassin had spend almost a year within the confines of the Outlands, patroling the borders and made sure the sentries did their job, their numbers were dwindling and it troubled the male, if this continued the Pridelanders could see a prime oppertunity to get rid of their political enemies once and for all.

Ofcourse Judas had voiced his consern to the king, but his liege didn't seem to see the problem in the same way Judas saw it. The king meant that was this pride needed was a Queen, a strong female to bring order to the disorganized lionesses' who were comprimised of only yearlings, a few elderly who were in no way capable of defending themselves should the Pridelanders attack.

And with a Queen, the chances of heirs would make the pride strong, an astablished bloodline would strengthend these lands and bring back it's lost glory. The warrior certinly hoped this to be true, as these lands were dying beneath his very paws. His father had been militaristic and Judas himself had grown up in conditions exactly like these of the Outlands, he knew how the defend a keep but that helped little when the defenses were rotten to the core, with famine and disease.

[⎨ .::Ice::. ⎨]

Ice. King of the Outlands clampered on through the grassylands. Though a wither of dust flew in his face. His large paws pounding on through the open spaces; and making him wonder if anyone was out here.

Was that..another Lion? Ice was furious!If it was a Pridelander he would rip them to shreds.This is my land! He thought; and rightfully so. This is the place he had been born to. He was born to the king of the Outlands; than made one himself when his father had died. If anyone could tresspass it would be HIM!

Another pawstep from a different lion. A crinkle in the grass. A whisper on the sunset. Something was hunting. Could it be an Outlander? Or a..-Ice wouldn't even think about it-A pridelander?!

He saw ears; it was a Tom's ear's like his; they were very battered.

A pounce. A screech!
It was..
Judas.
Ice was relived. His fur stood straight down again. But still in shock that Judas was out this early like he. Outlanders usually hunted at the moonlite part of night. This was different for Ice. He didn't want the Outlanders to become like the Pridelanders!

[Judas]

The warrior wasn't exactly hunting, but a hare had stumbled across his path, and in this famine and drought stricken land you take what prey that presents itself, you can't afford to be picky. Like the lazy Pridelanders could, they could pick and choose among prey that was wandering through their lush grasslands, no wonder they were so fat and clumsy. Judas had a tendency to hunt whenever he wanted, much to the disdain of his liege, even though the foreign male prefers the cooler hours of night, nothing stopped him to chasing prey in the break of dawn, but no one could hunt during the scorching heat of mid-day, not even the Pridelanders hunted during that time.

With the fresh hare still dangling from his jaws, the ex-assassin made his to wards the smell of his king. He knew Ice was close by, and maybe a hare would cool his Liege's temper after all the other male smelled of anger. As Ice came into view the warrior halted a comfortable distance from the king, dropping the hare hit the dust with a thump. "Good Morning, your majesty." Judas bowed respectfully, he knew how to treat royalty even if some of them prefers not to be acknowledge by their title, the warrior knew that courtesy to your superiors were important though the lion fell to silence but not taking his gaze off Ice.

[⎨ .::Ice::. ⎨]

Ice wasn't upset. But shocked if you will, that an ex-assassin would dare to take chances with the King of the Outlands. Ice walked closer to Judas. This would be awkward; because of the silence; and the tension of both lions rippled through the morning air.

The ex-assain took a deep breath; as if to relieve himself from all the annoyance.

Ice moved his gaze from the tom's fur; up to the Hare dangling from his sharp teeth. Ice, the King of the Outlands; let down his fur; and started to speak again.
"Good morning Outlander. I see you've caught a hare. But what..what are you doing out so..so..how should I put it..EARLY?"

Judas just stood there for a minute. His large paws tucking underneath his sitting body.
Ice was waiting patiently. The smell of the dead hare making him hungrier.

[Narkeasha]

::Lets Start A Riot::

Narkeasha was exrememly occupied. Her alert, lanters scanned the horizon in hopes of finding any prey. She lusted for antelope, but she was not stupid, Outlands almost never offered antelope or any really large prey. That is except during the migration, but it was not the right season for Zebras, Wildebeests, and Antelopes to trek to their spring grounds. she gingerly pawed through the brush, she did not want to kick up dust and blow her cover. Eve if their was gass, did't mean there wasn't dry, barren sand below. Her auds ficked as a gnat irrated her weaten pelt. She walked a little faster, african time was just to slow for her racing mind. Her nares caught a scent when the wind blew toward her. She froze. Herheart beat where it felt it would explode. Fear grabbed her in a death choke. She smelled Brutes. Worse, there was two of the wretched beasts. She slunk closer trhough the grass to see the male's positions. But it was a falty move. When her cranium emerges from the buffalo grass, she exposes her self to the open, and see's the Brutes. she shoots back. Rustling grass blowing her cover.d**n, she thought angrily to herself. She was scared out of her wits. She was not physically nor mentally prepared to face her past enemies.

::And Kill Along The Way::

[Judas]

The male's gaze broke from the his king, as a new scent passed his nose, and the brown nares flared. A lioness was close, very close and her scent was alien as well. The warrior was uncertain whether his king could smell her, but at the moment he didn't really bother, this lioness smelled fear that was first thing he noticed as if she was terrified beyond compare.

Why? that was what Judas asked himself, why did she show this deep fear. Narrowed eyes scanned his surroundings, but a quick rustle of grass, indicated her position and this sparked something in the warrior, something told him to give chase, and that was exactly what he did.

Judas didn't contemplate that this lioness might retaliate against any pursuer, after all it seemed like she was trying to escape. The warrior didn't know if she was pride lander or outlander but right now he didn't care, all he cared about was stopping this strange lioness. Large paws trudged through the dusty soil and tall grass, keeping up with the lioness, he'd have her soon unless she turned on him, or somehow evaded him. But he was as good a hunter as any lioness in their prime, quite a strange talent for a male who usually never hunt unless the prey in question are buffalo's or anything even larger than that.

[Firemoon]

Syuki was also traveling in the area. She was off hunting duty, and simply wanted some time away from it all. However, the smell of two lions and a lioness brought her to the area. She wasn't scared, but slightly frightened. She curled back her ears and watched. Life was misery to her. She wasn't sure she should stay around this area, and turned to go leave. She wasn't afraid of these lions, but the fact was that, in her mind, she didn't need them. There was little to do, and she was tired of being shuned by other lions. I bet they didn't even notice me... She thought, sighing. She stopped, and layed down in the middle of the grass, her breath stirring the sand and dust slightly.

[Narkeasha]

She has her past coming after her. Just a thing she has been avoiding since that faithful day almost one winter ago. She still sees flickers of her mother, Moon-eye, the prominent split of her left orb shaped like the crescent of the moon. Narkeasha knows fleeing would have her closer to the border of the pride lands. Her home she has once had resided in, before the Brute, she had heard named Scar, evicted the fae and her pups. Narkeasha's true goal was in the wind. Coincidental, the two nightmares were between her and her prey. Hunger does crazy things to lions. It makes them deadly, but how deadly are you when Scars are on you cranium from fighting back? It took a long time to recover, physically and mentally. Narkeasha may have phobia's of males, but that doesn't mean she's defenceless. She braced herself, but as he neared, she gored at him. Ivories bared, claws extended, lanterns filled with hate, sadness, depression and... She took in the wasting smell from the outsider brute. It was familiar, but she couldn't place it. The smell brought something back of her mother. No! she screamed silently. She released it in a fang-jarring, throat wrenching roar. It reverberated through the wall-less atmosphere. Her eyes on the male... What was his name?

Judas. And there was Ice.

::Why was the outsider, outsiders? What have we done? Are we nothing but misfits, mistakes, and off-spring? are we not the same? Why asume we are dark? ... Confused? Duh, we're dark, but it's no doubt, because we hold grudges, whether its for your mother, father, or all of your kind.::

[⎨ .::Ice::. ⎨]

T E N S I O N
Ice was confused. Why is has this ex-assain taken his eyes off of me! Then he saw her. The one. The one he had been waiting for his whole life. It was a beautiful lion she was just standing there. Ice had a feeling she had spotted him and Judas. I sense she is frightened. But will defend. I will show her who's land this is!
Ice wasn't absolutley sure of the plan to attack. Who knew? She could be a horrible fighter, clumsy; uncordinated;, or the best he'd ever seen; swift; sleek; fast; and most importantly; sneaky. Whoever this Lioness was; was a tresspasser. And it didn't matter how pretty she was or the scent she gave off. Ice would need all the help he could get to fight her off.
Where could she have come her? And how come I've never seen her tresspass before this.
Tension. The tension in that area crackled through Ice like cold winds. Everything said tension. The sun was higher in the sky. It's bright rays shone off Ice's white fur. His blue eyes were fierce with hostility for the female. Ice stood his ground. But would fight. Soon.
C R A C K L E S

[Narkeasha]

>[L.ets S.tart A R.iot]<

Narkeasha had hate bubble through her veins more than you could every imagine in a vixen. Her pelt quivered, the toned muscles within rippling like the weeds in the wind. Her peircing orbs caught Ice's stare, her brows frowning into anger. She knew who he was, she was not stranger to the Outlands, she belonged here even if her birth was in the wretched Pridelands. She pawed her way around the brutes, her crania never leaving their bodice's. She slunk, quite as the shifting earth, her auds twitched hearing the breathing of them and her being. This was a time when she became one with the land, blending amongnst her niche. She could not fight two males but she would be willing to fight to the death if need be. She would not leave without a proper good-bye. A good bleeding ont their faces. She stopped . Looking at Ice, then her sweet melodic voice gave way, Aren't we a little...tenseshe hissed. Don't let her voice fool you, in it buried blood and death.

>[L.etting D.eath T.ake It's H.old]<

[⎨ .::Ice::. ⎨]

Ice was tense; yet surprised; and shocked. To hear hear a melodic voice from such a cat. He twitched his tail in ignorance. Ice didn't know wheather he should pounce; or talk back to her- or even to be bold enough-turn his back on her Ice walked forward; closer and closer. Just 20 feet from her body.
"What are you doing on my territory! This is the Outlands. Go back to where you came from!" His voice hissed so..it sounded like he was about to make all the animals run from the Outlands. Ice stood his ground; and clawed at the dirt. His muscular shoulders were flexing in the sun. The grass twitched; when a long wind started up through the grassylands. Ice was waiting..for something to happen.Someone to pounce, someone to hiss, someone to die!
Ice knew..deep down. From somewhere. He had never felt this way around other females..never a hint of attraction..or deep concern for their well-being. In fact..He had never thought of females as important as males. He thought males were dominant. But....
Something...about this female was different. She looked more ready to defend. Not scared like some of the other females. He found it intriguing. I think this female really thinks of this land as her's. She can defend..but this is the Outlands! I can't take mercy on this wretched outsider just because I am have gaga eyes for her! I am ashamed! This is no way for a king..or a male to act!

[Narkeasha]

>[H.iding M.y S.oul]<

Narkeasha's smirk faded as Ice came closer to her, she backed away. She could feel his anger and confusion. She may be Prideland bloodlines but this is her home. There is no other realm in which would accept her, and here is this so called king loosing his cool right in front of her eyes. She wanted nothing to do with males and she wouldn't start accepting them now, not unless she had good reason. Not unless it would make her life all better and heal her torn heart. Patch together her cold soul. She furrowed her brows in a angry expression,I am home, she said simply, coldy that sliced the air that still echoed from Ice's outburst. She wouldn't be impressed by someone who can't pull themselves together, she had higher standards than that.

>[Un.cover M.e]<

[⎨ .::Ice::. ⎨]

S H O C K E D; T H O U G H I N A D A Z E . . .

Ice put his fur down. He couldn't believe she had said that. This female; who dare come on Outlander territory; and then call my land home! How ridiculous, how rude, how..how..interesting..
Ice had calmed down by now. But though shocked and in a daze...knew of the love. The love he had for her; the tresspassing lioness. He knew he shouldn't..but he did. It was impossible not to.
"I..don't know what you mean. You are an outsider not an Outlander! You don't belong here." You see..Ice needed to keep his cool; and stay strong..just because he was going crazy..Didn't mean he should let lionesses take advantage of him. He wasn't weak! And stood his ground to try and terrify the lioness.

K N E W O F T H E L O V E

[Narkeasha]

>[D.irty L.ittle S.ecret]<

Narkeasha mused, her muscles shivered under her wheat colored pelt. Her orbs watching him profusely, an closer and she would fight him to the death. That thought frightened her, giving her a flash memory of the Brute. Her banner swayed, the tassels on the end suddenly being a little to heavy to keep her tail up. But she did, she never gave in or up, she was hard headed and sometimes that was a weakness. The sun was finally beginning to touch the horizon. d**n, she thought. Her chances of hunting today were dying with the light form the sun. She looked back at Ice angrily, Hakuna Mitata, I'm not the only one who isn't in your little group of wanna-a-be's, never said she would reply better. She was ruthless, again another weakness that could mark her to the grave.[.color]

>[W.ill B.e Re.vealed]<

[⎨ .::Ice::. ⎨]

K I N G OF T H E O UT LANDS...

Ice turned his head;
He pricked up his fur; and his ears were up now.
What is this Hakuna matta this lioness speaks of? Is it some kind of colt against the cats of the Outlands?
Ice had no idea what this hakua matta this lioness spoke of meant. He had no idea it was a saying sacred to the cats who used it.
"What is this Hakua matta you speak of?" He spit the words because he didn't know any better. For all he knew Hakuna matta could mean that he was a lousy king to his lands.
Ice was also surprised at the Lioness for talking to him in this manner; that it made him angry yes; but intrigued because of the spirit in this lioness. He knew that if he was a lion himself he would never talk to the king of the Outlands in such a manner. But he wouldn't know how would he because he was it

R U L E S;;