Post by Iseult on Jun 8, 2019 22:35:47 GMT
(OOC: Jan 8th, around mid-morning and open!)
Ever since that bloody war had broken out, Iseult’s life had not known peace since. It seemed all of their old haunts they visited during their had been occupied by one of the three or so factions for the “duration of the war”. Tch, yeah right. In their experience, “occupied” often translated to “you can stay for as long as you like…Just as long as you join our cause and side!” Everything always was conditional. Everything always had some sort of trade off to make, a price to pay. But arguably worse than majority of their old spots being taken was the factions’ recruiters. At the thought of them, Iseult practically hissed in disgust. It seemed that at every corner recruiters were placed, trying to rope in new meat for their armies by appealing to their sense of morals or lack thereof via rousing speeches… As if the multitudes of creatures and those two-legged fleshy things who willingly volunteered for it weren’t enough. And as if to make matters worse, they had appeared soon after she had crept into the city, using an alleyway as a hideaway. Originally they wanted to use it as a rest spot, but if they left the alley, Iseult had no doubt that they would be spotted by a recruiter and made to listen in on one of their many long speeches.
Why are you joining this stupid war? Picking sides is pointless: you’re just going to die anyways so why the hell are you shortening your lifespan? But whatever… Go off. Iseult mused as amber eyes watched another two-leg swear their allegiance to the Cursed Suns? The Enchanted wings? Or Gilded Thorns? She couldn’t really tell and nor did she care. No matter what colours they slapped on their banners or what they proclaimed to be fighting for, whether it be for “the people” —whatever that meant—, for vengeance or for truth, honour, justice and Mufasa’s way: they were all the same. I could probably use all of those terms interchangeably and watch how fast they struggle to justify how their side is any different to the other two. The lion mused as she sat down and curled up into a ball, ears flattening against her skull. Sooner or later, the recruiters would leave and Iseult planned to nap until they did. If she had to hear one more speech about honour and freedom, she would slit their throats.
Of course, trying to nap through it all proved to be harder than expected. For one, she couldn’t completely block out the recruiters… It was like they were screaming at the top of their lungs. As such, she remained in a sort of half-asleep, half-awake state. In other words, Iseult was unfortunately aware of everything around them. A few fleshy-two legs had walked a little too close to them for their liking, but a few deep growls had quickly rectified the situation. They would never admit this, but they did feel a twinge of amusement hearing how quickly the fleshy-two legs scrambled out of the alley. That was hilarious.
However, it seemed that someone hadn’t gotten the memo that a fully grown lioness was occupying the alleyway, if the sound of someone kicking a wine bottle over the cobblestone road was any indication. Iseult inwardly groaned, berating themself for even thinking they would get some semblance of solitude. However, it was unavoidable now. Time to see who else was in the alley. And perhaps even scare them off. Maybe then they would be finally left alone and completely undisturbed.
“Yes.” She growled and rolled her eyes, uncurling herself and sitting up to her full height. Well, so much for her former plans of a nap… Let alone any semblance of a mood that wasn’t irritation...Or slight anger. The words were scathing whilst the tone accompanying it was jagged, ready to cut into whoever was ballsy enough to disturb the lone predator. Amber eyes narrowed as they fell upon the stranger, the corners of her lips curling up into a deeper scowl. “And what is it that you want?”
Ever since that bloody war had broken out, Iseult’s life had not known peace since. It seemed all of their old haunts they visited during their had been occupied by one of the three or so factions for the “duration of the war”. Tch, yeah right. In their experience, “occupied” often translated to “you can stay for as long as you like…Just as long as you join our cause and side!” Everything always was conditional. Everything always had some sort of trade off to make, a price to pay. But arguably worse than majority of their old spots being taken was the factions’ recruiters. At the thought of them, Iseult practically hissed in disgust. It seemed that at every corner recruiters were placed, trying to rope in new meat for their armies by appealing to their sense of morals or lack thereof via rousing speeches… As if the multitudes of creatures and those two-legged fleshy things who willingly volunteered for it weren’t enough. And as if to make matters worse, they had appeared soon after she had crept into the city, using an alleyway as a hideaway. Originally they wanted to use it as a rest spot, but if they left the alley, Iseult had no doubt that they would be spotted by a recruiter and made to listen in on one of their many long speeches.
Why are you joining this stupid war? Picking sides is pointless: you’re just going to die anyways so why the hell are you shortening your lifespan? But whatever… Go off. Iseult mused as amber eyes watched another two-leg swear their allegiance to the Cursed Suns? The Enchanted wings? Or Gilded Thorns? She couldn’t really tell and nor did she care. No matter what colours they slapped on their banners or what they proclaimed to be fighting for, whether it be for “the people” —whatever that meant—, for vengeance or for truth, honour, justice and Mufasa’s way: they were all the same. I could probably use all of those terms interchangeably and watch how fast they struggle to justify how their side is any different to the other two. The lion mused as she sat down and curled up into a ball, ears flattening against her skull. Sooner or later, the recruiters would leave and Iseult planned to nap until they did. If she had to hear one more speech about honour and freedom, she would slit their throats.
Of course, trying to nap through it all proved to be harder than expected. For one, she couldn’t completely block out the recruiters… It was like they were screaming at the top of their lungs. As such, she remained in a sort of half-asleep, half-awake state. In other words, Iseult was unfortunately aware of everything around them. A few fleshy-two legs had walked a little too close to them for their liking, but a few deep growls had quickly rectified the situation. They would never admit this, but they did feel a twinge of amusement hearing how quickly the fleshy-two legs scrambled out of the alley. That was hilarious.
However, it seemed that someone hadn’t gotten the memo that a fully grown lioness was occupying the alleyway, if the sound of someone kicking a wine bottle over the cobblestone road was any indication. Iseult inwardly groaned, berating themself for even thinking they would get some semblance of solitude. However, it was unavoidable now. Time to see who else was in the alley. And perhaps even scare them off. Maybe then they would be finally left alone and completely undisturbed.
“Yes.” She growled and rolled her eyes, uncurling herself and sitting up to her full height. Well, so much for her former plans of a nap… Let alone any semblance of a mood that wasn’t irritation...Or slight anger. The words were scathing whilst the tone accompanying it was jagged, ready to cut into whoever was ballsy enough to disturb the lone predator. Amber eyes narrowed as they fell upon the stranger, the corners of her lips curling up into a deeper scowl. “And what is it that you want?”