A new day ( Private Fantasy Rp Ask Permission )

[Lionel]

The Sun was rising over the plains. The blood red grass, still damp from the hot blood, that rained on it, was slowly moving with the wind. The strong scent of death fulled the once so peacefull valley. The shadows of rocks, shrinking slowly, as the sun made it's way up the stairs of the skies, greated strange patterns on the red grass, greating an illusion of thousdand creatures, lurking in the blood ponds. And in the middle of it all, a lion.

With his muzzle all bloody and a rooting body behind him, Ogmunder looked at the red sun, beeing as red as everything else here. He had just defeated another one of his enemies. another one of the traitors of the crown. He was the royal assasin, tasked to kill. Kill anyone, who stands in his way to defend the crown. Even if it meant killing his friends. But he didn't have any. Because he was Ogmunder Leiemorderen. The Assasin.

His blue eyes were closed, and as the wind picked up, his light yellow mane was flowing with the wind, the spots of blood on his mane, shining in the sun.

[Leto]

Night had drawn into the early eons of dawn the twinkling of stars could be seen in the moonless heavens blurred only by the scatter of wispy clouds dancing on the breeze, the night forest was alive with the buzzing of nocturnal insects and animal life big and small, places like these never slept and the noise was quite a difference to the calming silence of the ocean depths. Frantic, almost inaudible trot of steps could be made out from a clearing in the thick forest swimming in a sea of grass with colour of blood, marked by a single dead tree most obviously a landmark or crossing point. The running animal or abyssal as it were covered in markings that seemed almost generate their own light piercing the darkness around them, nearly mirroring the stars above him.

Black paws pounded the moist earth in rapid succession, throwing dirt and rotted leaves in reckless abandon. Chest rise and fell in frantic gasps, “Come on!” clearly masculine voice cried a command. Ears were swirled back, he could hear them, and they were getting closer and closer. “We’re almost there!” the same voice sounded almost hopeful though in this scene there was little hope. He could hear the swoop of the missing arrows darting only inches from his head and form. Lids closed over pale blue eyes, hiding them for a split second gaze darting to his left as if searching for something, more specifically his companion that was running next to him matching each other’s sprinting gait.

In this instant his armor felt so heavy, even if could hardly called armor at all being only padded cloth, cheapest of the cheap, his companion carried no armor what so ever only draped in rags that once upon a time might have been a beautiful garment but now was dyed with dirt, mucus and dried blood. Gazes met for a few seconds pale blue against an unusual but vivid violet, he always found himself lost in those eyes, the shared glance told of optimism after all it was only few meters to go along with a jump and everything would be alright.

Sweat beaded onto dark blue pelt, soaking his fur, despite the bitter autumn wind lashing his face. “There’s the gorge!” an excited voice sounded next to him, causing ears to twitch and a hopeful smile to etch his weary face. Paws pounded the ground in near unison, creating a cacophony like the drums of war. With one last dash of conserved strength the two felines threw themselves over the gorge landing rather forcefully on the other side, but in the minds of both… they were safe.

His chest was still heaving from the run, and as was his companion, “You’re the craziest guy I’ve ever met.” The other feline exhaled through a laugh, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder as he got himself to his feet, the bioluminescent male briefly leaning his forehead against the black male, causing pale blue eyes to close. In their minds there was only silence and peace, but it was a deception that was broken by the woosh of an arrow. “Lycur!-” the words spoken made pale blue eyes shoot open, the words spoken then were choked, but also worried the face he stared into was one of subdued pain, maw slowly coating in blood, pale eyes eyes trailing down to his shoulder covered in a river deep red and on the ground lay an equally drenched broken arrow.

‘No!’ the words leave his maw in an barely audible whisper, quickly eyes dart across the gorge seeing the frame of a bow and the silhouette of a hunter in the glare of the sun. Quickly eyes return to the other, violet eyes are waning and unfocused, slowly the very life seemed to draining from them. The wounded feline is struggling to stand upright, “Arion!” frantic voice leaves his choking throat but the weight of the male is something he cannot support and the legs of the black pelted male finally give away sending the figure hard onto his side on dusty earth. Quickly Lycurgus drop to the ground next to him. “Arion, L-look at me!” he urges a paw gently holding the other’s head, drawing the wounded male’s dying gaze. “I’ll get help. Everything will be alright.” He gently urges forcing eye contact, forcing a half smile, an naïve almost childlike optimism.

He can feel a paw rising to grace his face; bloodied maw tremble with pain but even so a smile grace it, an amused smile. “I’m afraid, n-not today.” He words are strained, and barely audible but still carries amusement, a frown is etched into the dark blue feline’s face seeing the violet eyes slowly divert their gaze. “No. Arion! Look at me!” he tries to shake the other, but there is no response or sound from the other male… no graceful movement or encouraging laugh. Nothing but silence, the dark blue feline keeps shaking the body, cries getting desperate but when the realization sinks in that the other is gone, all is silence and tears and cradled lost warmth.

[Lionel]

1 down. One left to go... Ogmunder thought and backed away from the body. The enemies of the crown. The hunters. Those overgrown meerkat's fougt against the lion's using bows and arrows. They were sneaky little idiots. But he had to hunt them down, before too many noble lion's died. He ran to the gorge, his chest moving up and down, as in the rythm of his heavy breathing. It was too late - one of the lions was dead. He couldn't save the dead, but he could defend the alive. He leaped on the overgrown meerkat, sending himdown the gorge, falling, falling to his death. No more arrows. No more dead bodies. Never.

He jumped over the gorge, the bloody stains on his body giving him a scary look. but he didn't care. He leaped bessides the ead and the alive.
Let me help you. He mmurmured and took the arrow out of the dead one's body. Thenn he let his claws out, and they were glowing in red. A slight flame bursted around his paw and put it on the wound, closing it up.

There. He will be able to rest in the Afterlife without a wound on his back. He said, and looked down the gorge, smirking, seeing the meerkat's body smashed into pieces.

[Leto]

He didn’t know how long he lay there, cradling the body that was now getting cold; Lycurgus didn’t know what to do, Arion had been the mastermind behind the escape from the Arena where the hunters pitted animal against animal in lethal combat; Lycurgus with his looks and unusual set of powers made him quite popular with the crowd, normally if you won a set amount of fights or gained a considerable amount of fame you could be considered eligible for having your slave status revoked, of course Lycurgus’ battle master was no fool; the abyssal was giving him too much cred to just let the animal walk out.

In a twisted kind of way Lycurgus felt safe at the Arena; his people would never seek him there, even if escape was not exactly difficult for him with his wormhole ability; he could’ve only used it to save himself and after meeting Arion, he could not leave his fellow slave behind.

All of this was now lost, Arion was dead and Lycurgus was once more alone in the world, his people were still after him and outside the twisted safety of the Arena was only a matter of time before they would return to reclaim their property.

The sound of a voice startles the abyssal looking up to see the form of a lion standing next to Arion’s corpse a weak, if not pathetic growl of warning is all the abyssal can muster as he wrapped his paws around the remains of his lover, in a failed attempt to shield him from whatever foul things this stranger would do.

Of course his protests fell on death ears as the dead’s wound was closed and the other male said something of how he now could rest in the afterlife without a wound. Lycurgus was silent, mostly out of shock and surprise, but also a hint of fear; he was stumped for words. “I-I, thank you, sir.” He mustered lowly; Lycurgus knew it was time to move on but he couldn’t muster the strength to drag himself away from the body.

He could feel his throat choking up again, gaze turning from the stranger focusing on the red plains around them as a sharp exhale escaped him, in an attempt to smother the urge to sob.

[Lionel]

The young lion felt the other's sorrow, but it was nothing personal for him. So he didn't even sob or somehow show, that he was in sorrow too. He looked at Lycurgus, murmuring something. He murmured, and the sorrow slowly vaanished from the both of them, lifting up in the air, togheter with the soul of Arion. He could see the dead, and he was used to it. He watched as the soul of the dead lion looked at it's friend, and left. Sorg forsvinn. Sorg forsvinn.

"Pick yourself up, warrior. You have to leave him here. There is nothing you can do." He said, looking around, watching around. Suddently a few of the overgrown meerkats showed on the other side of the gorge. Ogmunder leaped across the gorge, throwing the hunters too every side. He fought, as they tried to press him to the ground. One of the meerkats screamed, as it fell to it's death. But it wasn't Leiemorderen who sent him down there. The meerkats did.

Stabbed in the back by his own kind. He thought, brawling with the 4 others.

[Leto]

The abyssal’s gaze was locked on the blood colored plains, ears flipping backwards hearing the other’s words that he had to pick himself up and move on. Lycurgus knew very well he had move, and that staying would only give those hunting him an easier time to find him. Eyes closed as he turned his gaze back to the body the ground, a paw gently rested on the cheek, indeed if he didn’t know better one would assume the other was just sleeping. Leaning his muzzle down onto the top of the other’s head the abyssal’s eyes closed as a soft murmured prayer escaped his maw;

Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them,
in the hallowed promise of the Deep,
where the brave may live forever.

Ice-blue eyes closed tightly as his embrace of the body tightened in a final hug, “I’m sorry, love!” He whispered voice rendered nearly inaudible by a tightening throat. With a mustered strength he pushed himself onto his feet, but in that moment they were attacked yet the stranger jumped across the gorge and fought off the intruders. Lycurgus stood there, just watching unsure of what to do.

[Lionel]

He fought, but even 4 was too much. They slashed his skin with their arrows, making him roar in pain. Soon there were only 3 left, and he unleshed the fire of his claws. The fire grew and grew, and just in momnets he turned into a fire lion. No more orless, than the element. THe Meerkat's cought on fire, they were screaming and running away. Ogmunder cought one and started choking him.
" If ever another lion dies in this realm, I will retturn, and fry you all alive." He roarede, and then let the meerkat go. It had his neck burned, and as the wind picked up and made Ogmunder look even more dangerous, it squiled and ran, ran as fast as it could.

He jumped back to the other side of the gorge, and the flame slowly vanished. He looked around. Those meerkat' were soul less animals, and their ghosts wouldn't trouble Ogmunder.
Your friend has left, peacefully. He said, and his paw burted into blue flames. He started healing his wounds, burning his skin, and his face chaning, as the fire burned.

[Leto]

The abyssal knew he was wasting his time, that he should move on, yet as the stranger returned Lycurgus said nothing to the other’s words. Maybe it was best to just leave, to get over with, after all Arion wouldn’t have liked that he’d waste his time moping around like this.

“Thank you, sir.” The dark blue pelted male bowed to the stranger as he turned to take his leave, leaving the body behind. He was still too weak to conjure a portal stable enough to ensure he could safely pass through it, which would’ve been a decidedly quicker way out of this area. His strength had to recover first before he attempted it, despite that that portals could only safely used by himself, an unstable wormhole would still be a significant hazard.

[Lionel]

Ogmunder quickly jogged next to the leaving lion.
"You look tired. If you continue to walk forward, and turn left in the first road you see, you will reach a safe spot, that assasins use. It's a lion's only spot, so you'll be let in anytime." He said, walking next to Lycurgus.

[Leto]

As the other jogged up next to him Lycurgus didn’t lift his gaze from the ground before him, however he turned to the other as he spoke but never made eye contact with the male, the abyssal also took a few steps to the side widening the gap between the stranger and himself. Obviously this feline… thing had powers too, that much was evident. Lycurgus made no point to hide his fatigue, he had been running for a good portion of the night before this incident just before had robbed him of almost the will to live, it was merely the unwillingness to have his friend’s death be in vain that kept him going.

An ear flickered as the other male spoke, the words nothing but mumbles to his ears until the word assassin graced his ear drums that word caught Lycurgus attention! His breath was quickening yet the rising panic was subdued under a calm exterior. Did this guy know what he had just said?! He had given him directions to a safe-house used by murderers; this was dangerous information, information Lycurgus shouldn’t possess, it was enough he had his masters chasing him, perhaps it was best to just forget it, pretend he hadn’t heard what he other said.

Swallowing down his parched throat, the abyssal took a few more steps away from the stranger, he could just phase away and then run for it, become invisible and then just sprint off in whatever direction he pleased, put as much distance between himself and this other lion as possible. But Lycurgus decided against it, it would just draw attention, and his looks garnered him more attention than he could ever want, sure among abyssal’s he was quite an average example of his species; but up here, he stood out like a peacock in an arctic desert.

The thought crossed his mind to introduce himself, purely for courtesies sake, but then the male had not asked for his name, so according to custom he remained silent. Slave should not speak unless spoken to.

[Lionel]

Assasins. It took him a few seconds to understand, what he said. He didn't show the fact, that he started to get nervous, but rised his head higher and looked at the rising sun.
"Assasins. That's what they call us. We fight to free the slaves, but so far, no luck." He lied. He tried to hide his pourpuses. Traveling from one universe to another, by his king's order. Killing anyone, who had ancestors from his universe, those, who vanished during the great War of The Tribes, in wich lions won and made everyone live under their control. They were the supreme beeings, and anyone, who ran away had to be killed. So the Mage of the Kingdom seeked out the traitors and created portals. And here he was, killing the meerkats, that had become cruel masters, imprisoning lions.

[Leto]

Listening to the other speak, explaining what assassin’s did, on the other hand Lycurgus kept up his pace, he didn’t really care much for the geopolitical machinations of this sun blasted land. He missed the deep oceans, the silence and serenity of the darkness, the abyssal plains that stretched for miles broken by the vents of life, which spewed black smoke high up the dark void above. He missed his pride, his people, part of him even missed his master there was a comforting familiarity with life in servitude.

But his master had abandoned him, and Lycurgus had been left to care for himself; his master would find him eventually, when or if he did the abyssal might return his master’s fold. Right now though he was unsure, he knew he should return, he belonged with his master.

"Where I come from, assassin's kill to curry favor with the nobility." Lycurgus muttered, indeed assassins were he came from more than often killed slaves that proved to be too much of a hassel to their masters, if the master didn't elect to kill the slave themselves that is.

[Lionel]

He walked, untill the reached a road. He turned left. He had done his job here. He needed to secure atleast one of the slaves, that was planning to escape. He had done hi job, and deserved his pay.
"Are you coming?" He asked, turning around, his blue eyes looking trough his own blonde mane, trying to see the other lion. He didn't care much, just beeing polite. "And by the way, what is your name, stranger?"