Post by Dngerboom on Apr 9, 2015 10:36:25 GMT
Modifications
COMING SOON
o New Arc, Elder Helm
o Update Appearance
o Grammar Clean-up
o Bio Overhaul
BIO CHANGES
o Removing the Social section [Based on color wheels]
-Feels clunky and waste of time to edit colors to associate emotional perceptions on characters
-The social section will be Diary based for now on.
-Will get a better understanding of his emotions in a first person perspective.
COMING SOON
o New Arc, Elder Helm
o Update Appearance
o Grammar Clean-up
o Bio Overhaul
BIO CHANGES
o Removing the Social section [Based on color wheels]
-Feels clunky and waste of time to edit colors to associate emotional perceptions on characters
-The social section will be Diary based for now on.
-Will get a better understanding of his emotions in a first person perspective.
(Image without wearing Bone Armor Accessory)
Lineart provided by Demireality
Name: Ahzrukhal (Ahs.roo.Call)
Nicknames: Ahz, Ahzru, Az, Z
Titles: Sparta's Helm
Gender: Male
Species: Smilodon Populator
Age: 9
Scent: cinnamon and orange cloves
Status: 100% Recovered, (Walks with a slight limp, Permanently)
Mental State: Quiet, calm, surrendering
Father: Clandestino (Dead, natural causes)
Mother: Jehuty (Rumors of her existence are unknown)
Mate: -------
Offspring: ----------
Traveling Locations: Carpe Diem, La Bera Catacombs, Lazarus Peninsula
Common Locations: Bonfire, Flourite Plains , Lazarus Peninsula
|Personality|
A candid feline, lacking remorse to others feelings when blaring a statement that deems to be announced. He tends to be easily triggered to 'rude' gestures, one of the most common is starring- it ultimately reminds him of his indifference, and will instantly react on the defensive and at rare cases offensive. Holding on to heavy guilt of causing the extinction of his pack, dramatic shifts of his emotional level will dramatically change, making it unpredictable how he feels at a given time. Noting of few acquaintances, few find the Smilodon hard to approach. Reasons being for one, physical appearance, easily irritated to hyper individuals, and dark surreal ideology that can push away many with a somber feel afterwards. Its known that he is firm with his aspirations, when one plan fails- he is soon thinking of another out of the box plan the next. Visually appearing as brute, he wields an assertive paw and thus refuses anyone's form of rudeness nor insulting mentalities to be shrugged off.
With all his collective experience throughout his lifetime, he has grown to be a sage, there is not a day that goes by that one can find the Sabertooth either sitting watching dawn or the setting sun- Sitting in silence and drowning in his deep enigma. With any state of conflict, he would preform his best to keep the situation neutral. But if push comes to shove - He'll show no remorse to ones that defy.
|Appearance|
Ahzrukhal is rather large for his size, the biggest within the Smilodon breeds. Weighting in at a load of 893 pounds, in addition to reaching a height of 5 feet at shoulder height (8 feet upright position). His build that tappers off into a V shape gives a burly appearance that is known more for power than a speed built Smildon. A body type that is near aerodynamic due to the V shaping in some basic concept, this smilodon breed is the few that are able to swim. His pelt is known commonly as Sable, small pigmentation in the pelt that can cause the illusion of the fur to 'change'. In direct sun will appear as a dark barn red, whilst dark environments or even coming into contact with any form of water will look a dark maroon, almost black. Commonly he's known to only hunt at night with a wet pelt to camouflage in the darkness.
Noted to many he's always spotted to be wearing a form of Armor constructed from resilient ivory, derived from the rib bones of a Pleistocene reptile, Varanus Priscis which was slain by his father, Clandestino. Eventually the bones were worn down and fitted to accommodate his size. This helps as a protective layer from blunt force to vital areas along his body. Course one cannot forget the iconic maxillary canines, also known as sabers. Though at a disadvantage when it comes to slight difficulty eating, they serve as Lethal/critical damaging tools for impaling, hooking and splinting, with a jaw that can open at the max of 120 degrees; can enable as well engulfing bites.
Nicknames: Ahz, Ahzru, Az, Z
Titles: Sparta's Helm
Gender: Male
Species: Smilodon Populator
Age: 9
Scent: cinnamon and orange cloves
Status: 100% Recovered, (Walks with a slight limp, Permanently)
Mental State: Quiet, calm, surrendering
Father: Clandestino (Dead, natural causes)
Mother: Jehuty (Rumors of her existence are unknown)
Mate: -------
Offspring: ----------
Traveling Locations: Carpe Diem, La Bera Catacombs, Lazarus Peninsula
Common Locations: Bonfire, Flourite Plains , Lazarus Peninsula
|Personality|
A candid feline, lacking remorse to others feelings when blaring a statement that deems to be announced. He tends to be easily triggered to 'rude' gestures, one of the most common is starring- it ultimately reminds him of his indifference, and will instantly react on the defensive and at rare cases offensive. Holding on to heavy guilt of causing the extinction of his pack, dramatic shifts of his emotional level will dramatically change, making it unpredictable how he feels at a given time. Noting of few acquaintances, few find the Smilodon hard to approach. Reasons being for one, physical appearance, easily irritated to hyper individuals, and dark surreal ideology that can push away many with a somber feel afterwards. Its known that he is firm with his aspirations, when one plan fails- he is soon thinking of another out of the box plan the next. Visually appearing as brute, he wields an assertive paw and thus refuses anyone's form of rudeness nor insulting mentalities to be shrugged off.
With all his collective experience throughout his lifetime, he has grown to be a sage, there is not a day that goes by that one can find the Sabertooth either sitting watching dawn or the setting sun- Sitting in silence and drowning in his deep enigma. With any state of conflict, he would preform his best to keep the situation neutral. But if push comes to shove - He'll show no remorse to ones that defy.
|Appearance|
Ahzrukhal is rather large for his size, the biggest within the Smilodon breeds. Weighting in at a load of 893 pounds, in addition to reaching a height of 5 feet at shoulder height (8 feet upright position). His build that tappers off into a V shape gives a burly appearance that is known more for power than a speed built Smildon. A body type that is near aerodynamic due to the V shaping in some basic concept, this smilodon breed is the few that are able to swim. His pelt is known commonly as Sable, small pigmentation in the pelt that can cause the illusion of the fur to 'change'. In direct sun will appear as a dark barn red, whilst dark environments or even coming into contact with any form of water will look a dark maroon, almost black. Commonly he's known to only hunt at night with a wet pelt to camouflage in the darkness.
Noted to many he's always spotted to be wearing a form of Armor constructed from resilient ivory, derived from the rib bones of a Pleistocene reptile, Varanus Priscis which was slain by his father, Clandestino. Eventually the bones were worn down and fitted to accommodate his size. This helps as a protective layer from blunt force to vital areas along his body. Course one cannot forget the iconic maxillary canines, also known as sabers. Though at a disadvantage when it comes to slight difficulty eating, they serve as Lethal/critical damaging tools for impaling, hooking and splinting, with a jaw that can open at the max of 120 degrees; can enable as well engulfing bites.
Preset appearance
[Features: Pawsome item pack - without, items will not appear.
GZSabers item - if installed Pawesome items, it will appear as Zebra buddy.]
Install both item sets to visually see them in-game.
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Textures by Rainingblood(currently named, 7KnoX)
GZSabers item - if installed Pawesome items, it will appear as Zebra buddy.]
Install both item sets to visually see them in-game.
[Download preset HERE]
Textures by Rainingblood(currently named, 7KnoX)
|Armored Saber Fable|
|Years Later...|
Miscellaneous
Strengths: During his former years as a ruler of Anthology, Ahzrukhal- unlike his father Clandestino is a humanitarian. A master of words, and at times can calm the harsh of disputes. Though, when the need of aggressive force is required, Ahzrukhal will use his defensive statue to bring disputes to a quick end. Even with his lack of physical presence battle wise, he is known as a diplomat, the whispering word of wisdom and empowerment to the Renascentia pride. Ahzrukhal is more than likely to be found either along jagged hill like terrain, using hills to his advantages to boost his speed. Or can be found near river banks and marshes where his swimming abilities are conditioned for hunting.
Weakness: Even if he manages to maintain a decent storage of Endurance, he is TERRIBLE when it comes to speed, particularly in open plains. The max speed he's even able to maintain is roughly 30mph for a short burst(200m). In comparison to the other pride members primal intentions, he holds a more soften though assertive mentality- which in turn makes him indifferent to majority of the pride, thus finds most of his time away from the group, looking over in observation. In combat skills, he struggles in agility, finding himself to find a rhythm of opponents fighting styles to control momentum- which at times fails him.
Voice Examples:
Ahzrukhal was born into power, it was all he ever knew of his life. Primed of perfection. His father, Clandestino the leader of a nomadic pack known as Anthology. And his mother, Jehuty was the former guardian to the leader of the exclusive group known as the White Mane. Protectors to the Ruler, Clandestino. Not only that, but was the forever twine soul-mate to the King. The only cub that the couple bore, was their golden child. Praised and love by all that knew of the family. He was more so cherished by his father, expecting great and impossible feats from the young protegee. Yet even within a realm of tranquility, there was dark times.
His mother on the other hand, had such a odd way to express her undying love for her son. When his father was off along the patrol with the other male pride members, Ahzrukhal would cling to his mother; listening to her tales of travels and the things she had seen. Even teaching him of things he should avoid and take opportunity to. Every day was a lesson, of the strong will survive and always reign the top- the weak will suffer and thus die. Those words were a constant chant, observing the bodies that his mother killed and even killing a rodent in front of his eyes. He knew quickly that it was 'survival of the fittest'
Yet this would be taken to its extreme, roughly around 9 months old. His mother would express her 'love' and her 'teachings' by doing the unthinkable. Jehuty would violently attack her son, to the point of impalement of her sabers biting into the spine of his back, tossing him of a rag doll. Many observers looked on, and even cheered for this was a 'right of passage' and proof that if he were to survive, would show that he would be the undisputed future heir of Anthology, and prepared for the title it will hold. With this lesson- it didn't last long, for his father had return from his affairs and quickly disrupted his mates attempts to toughen his son. This ultimately resulted in the banishment of the White Mane members brutal traditions of 'rites of passages'
Wounded and unable walk, many presume he would die if not now, soon. With the help of his faithful friends that grew to be his companions would tend and care for the cub during his recovery. Over a span of 2 years of his life, he was completely healed. Though unfortunately the scars of his mother would forever be bound to his body, this devastated his father that he was unable to protect his blood. And so the creation of the Rib Armor that was specialized and made for him was created to protect as well hide his past. To empower him of his own internal resolve. In the return of his order within the pride, As grown to learn of his duties and responsibilities along with his friends. Soon the said Prince will become a King as his small back of 6 would become his loyal companions, in joining the group, The White Mane as guardians to the soon-to-be-leader.
His mother on the other hand, had such a odd way to express her undying love for her son. When his father was off along the patrol with the other male pride members, Ahzrukhal would cling to his mother; listening to her tales of travels and the things she had seen. Even teaching him of things he should avoid and take opportunity to. Every day was a lesson, of the strong will survive and always reign the top- the weak will suffer and thus die. Those words were a constant chant, observing the bodies that his mother killed and even killing a rodent in front of his eyes. He knew quickly that it was 'survival of the fittest'
Yet this would be taken to its extreme, roughly around 9 months old. His mother would express her 'love' and her 'teachings' by doing the unthinkable. Jehuty would violently attack her son, to the point of impalement of her sabers biting into the spine of his back, tossing him of a rag doll. Many observers looked on, and even cheered for this was a 'right of passage' and proof that if he were to survive, would show that he would be the undisputed future heir of Anthology, and prepared for the title it will hold. With this lesson- it didn't last long, for his father had return from his affairs and quickly disrupted his mates attempts to toughen his son. This ultimately resulted in the banishment of the White Mane members brutal traditions of 'rites of passages'
Wounded and unable walk, many presume he would die if not now, soon. With the help of his faithful friends that grew to be his companions would tend and care for the cub during his recovery. Over a span of 2 years of his life, he was completely healed. Though unfortunately the scars of his mother would forever be bound to his body, this devastated his father that he was unable to protect his blood. And so the creation of the Rib Armor that was specialized and made for him was created to protect as well hide his past. To empower him of his own internal resolve. In the return of his order within the pride, As grown to learn of his duties and responsibilities along with his friends. Soon the said Prince will become a King as his small back of 6 would become his loyal companions, in joining the group, The White Mane as guardians to the soon-to-be-leader.
|Years Later...|
There was no need for a soften soul to lead- For he would be the heir ruler of Anthology. A Pride in which uniquely created a method of a flexible nomadic circular territory known as the Golden Circle. The pride was known to be brute, working actively at Dusk through night, and increasing territorial space on the daily bases. Ballistic aggression was their survival in being the primary predators- Easily overshadowing the Dire Wolf pack, Phidelta.
Of course the juggernaut position wouldn't last forever. Reason being, the rise of mortal man began making their presence known and dwindling the food supply to both Anthology and Phidelta. This caused for debate and for each packs parliament to discuss sharing territory networks to maintain a control food distribution and ultimately, survival of their species. A Surge Treaty between the pride and pack was established, when a scouter group would come into contact with another, a 50 mile radius of territory is shared between. In addition to the policy, Phidelta would provide surveillance of human movement, as Anthology would provide attack power.
A plan that was formally executed perfectly though Clandestino's 13 year rule and for Ahzrukhal to take his place soon after his death. Around his 3rd year of life, A growing form of rebellion was on the raise. Food was now becoming scarce, causing territorial wars and even treason within the pride as well as Phidelta's pack. But what became the pinnacle of breaking the treaty and forming a war with Phidelta was the Death to the Alpha female Anui. Rumor has it that the warrior guardians of Anthology known as the White Mane committed a unauthorized execution by dismemberment. Anui was guilty for mislead scouting information leading to the death of 7 Anthology and 3 Phidelta members and treason to the treaty by mass domestication and allying potential threat to society. Alpha Male Thane was outraged that the White Mane would form terrorist threats but as well potentially desecrating a strategy that could possibly save each race. Ahzrukhal hinted this as betrayal; declaring a open war of arbitration. This lead to the downfall of both eradication to both groups in the end, piling with climate change, and competition with humans. Ahzrukhal and 4 members of the White Mane were the lone survivors and Thane and his dwindle pack of 7. What came to be was a defeat and shear embarrassment as the last members of Anthology hoisted a retreat- Phidelta's pack became was is known in history as the beginning of North America's domestication of wolves to the modern dog.
Lost and defeated, Ahzrukhal felt nothing but red within his eyes, seeking revenge. But with the struggle of climate, a change of location was needed to regroup, re-establish power, and overthrow. It is only here, were Ahzrukhal's story truly begins. The 4 traveled vast lands to come to what is known as the Bering land bridge. A determined soul reign within only to be separated by the White Mane during the melting of the ice bridge, and floating to the plains to a unknown land- That of a other worldly presence . Willing to find a way back to his home, but with a force of hundreds- Little does he know that the true result of his downfall to both Packs was not with Phidelta, but within his own pack. Of Cubs he once knew. Trusted his life to. Only wishing for him to fail, even if it meant the lost lives of others.
Of course the juggernaut position wouldn't last forever. Reason being, the rise of mortal man began making their presence known and dwindling the food supply to both Anthology and Phidelta. This caused for debate and for each packs parliament to discuss sharing territory networks to maintain a control food distribution and ultimately, survival of their species. A Surge Treaty between the pride and pack was established, when a scouter group would come into contact with another, a 50 mile radius of territory is shared between. In addition to the policy, Phidelta would provide surveillance of human movement, as Anthology would provide attack power.
A plan that was formally executed perfectly though Clandestino's 13 year rule and for Ahzrukhal to take his place soon after his death. Around his 3rd year of life, A growing form of rebellion was on the raise. Food was now becoming scarce, causing territorial wars and even treason within the pride as well as Phidelta's pack. But what became the pinnacle of breaking the treaty and forming a war with Phidelta was the Death to the Alpha female Anui. Rumor has it that the warrior guardians of Anthology known as the White Mane committed a unauthorized execution by dismemberment. Anui was guilty for mislead scouting information leading to the death of 7 Anthology and 3 Phidelta members and treason to the treaty by mass domestication and allying potential threat to society. Alpha Male Thane was outraged that the White Mane would form terrorist threats but as well potentially desecrating a strategy that could possibly save each race. Ahzrukhal hinted this as betrayal; declaring a open war of arbitration. This lead to the downfall of both eradication to both groups in the end, piling with climate change, and competition with humans. Ahzrukhal and 4 members of the White Mane were the lone survivors and Thane and his dwindle pack of 7. What came to be was a defeat and shear embarrassment as the last members of Anthology hoisted a retreat- Phidelta's pack became was is known in history as the beginning of North America's domestication of wolves to the modern dog.
Lost and defeated, Ahzrukhal felt nothing but red within his eyes, seeking revenge. But with the struggle of climate, a change of location was needed to regroup, re-establish power, and overthrow. It is only here, were Ahzrukhal's story truly begins. The 4 traveled vast lands to come to what is known as the Bering land bridge. A determined soul reign within only to be separated by the White Mane during the melting of the ice bridge, and floating to the plains to a unknown land- That of a other worldly presence . Willing to find a way back to his home, but with a force of hundreds- Little does he know that the true result of his downfall to both Packs was not with Phidelta, but within his own pack. Of Cubs he once knew. Trusted his life to. Only wishing for him to fail, even if it meant the lost lives of others.
Confused in particular terms? Click here.
Anthology: Ahzrukhal's Pride, now an extinct group.
Golden Circle: A Circular territory formation created by the predecessor, Clandestino. The Golden Circle doesn't have a 'Stationary' base, it changes and can move in nomadic patterns to follow the movement of prey. The outer ring is more like a barrier, protected and guarded by the elitist of warriors that do majority the frontal assault. Whilst the outer ring bulldozes over a desired territory the inner circle will begin making a establish controlled epicenter. A formation that is easy mobile and the ability to adapt to change. The biggest the Golden Circle has expanded was 144 miles in circumference. Once a area is control, the pride makes temporary residence along the outer ring and hidden either in caves or trees, making it easy for fresh prey to enter and to trap invaders.
Phidelta: Extinct group. Ruled by the Dire Wolves Alpha Male Thane and Alpha Female, Anui whom was executed by dismemberment. The remaining survivors are the evolution of domesticated dogs.
Surge Treaty: A form regulation of sharing territory between Anthology and Phidelta, it regulated food distribution as well provide aid to both packs by scouting and protecting one another.
White Mane: Is a 7 member group of guardians that protect the Ruler Ahzrukhal. These members are selected by the connection to the Royal heir. More than likely childhood friends would be known to serve the Organization, but by a highly selective roaster. All the members have sliver/grey pelts and white manes and considered the Nobelist of Sabers in Anthology. During the war of Arbitration 3 members had lost their lives, only 4 to remain. Mazzy, is a violet eyed female saber and is the Captain of the organization. Ultimately she is the antagonist to the result of the eradication of both Anthology and Phidelta.
White Mane Members
Quetzal
Mazzy (DEAD, Decapitation by Quetzal)
Ciel
Anu(DEAD, Slain by Ahzrukhal; Spinal Impalement)
Charon(DEAD, War of Arbitration)
Rez(DEAD(?), War of Arbitration)
Obelisk(DEAD, Slain by Ahzrukhal; Fractured Skull Compression)
(?): Rumors of Death aren't confirmed.
Anthology: Ahzrukhal's Pride, now an extinct group.
Golden Circle: A Circular territory formation created by the predecessor, Clandestino. The Golden Circle doesn't have a 'Stationary' base, it changes and can move in nomadic patterns to follow the movement of prey. The outer ring is more like a barrier, protected and guarded by the elitist of warriors that do majority the frontal assault. Whilst the outer ring bulldozes over a desired territory the inner circle will begin making a establish controlled epicenter. A formation that is easy mobile and the ability to adapt to change. The biggest the Golden Circle has expanded was 144 miles in circumference. Once a area is control, the pride makes temporary residence along the outer ring and hidden either in caves or trees, making it easy for fresh prey to enter and to trap invaders.
Phidelta: Extinct group. Ruled by the Dire Wolves Alpha Male Thane and Alpha Female, Anui whom was executed by dismemberment. The remaining survivors are the evolution of domesticated dogs.
Surge Treaty: A form regulation of sharing territory between Anthology and Phidelta, it regulated food distribution as well provide aid to both packs by scouting and protecting one another.
White Mane: Is a 7 member group of guardians that protect the Ruler Ahzrukhal. These members are selected by the connection to the Royal heir. More than likely childhood friends would be known to serve the Organization, but by a highly selective roaster. All the members have sliver/grey pelts and white manes and considered the Nobelist of Sabers in Anthology. During the war of Arbitration 3 members had lost their lives, only 4 to remain. Mazzy, is a violet eyed female saber and is the Captain of the organization. Ultimately she is the antagonist to the result of the eradication of both Anthology and Phidelta.
White Mane Members
Quetzal
Mazzy (DEAD, Decapitation by Quetzal)
Ciel
Anu(DEAD, Slain by Ahzrukhal; Spinal Impalement)
Charon(DEAD, War of Arbitration)
Rez(DEAD(?), War of Arbitration)
Obelisk(DEAD, Slain by Ahzrukhal; Fractured Skull Compression)
(?): Rumors of Death aren't confirmed.
|Tales of the Sparta's Helm|
(Heavy read, you have been warned)
(Heavy read, you have been warned)
Making contact land to the foreign lands of The Fluorite Plains, his first encounter was of a pastel golden pelt lion by the name of Aureal. A elder lion, that once served as a gladiator lion in his former years. The male was awestruck to know that he was in the presence of ancestral blood-- believe that Aureal was looking in the past. Giving his respects, the two shared a great deal of conversations with one another till the beginning of fall, Aureal was conducting a battling tourney in recruitment of elite rouge fighters that would help aid prides/packs in request as Olympus. For the battles were held at various locations throughout then land, at the time of his youth he agreed to join his Tourney as a fighter refusing his offer to join Olympus for his mind and focus lay elsewhere. Among vary opponents of all walks of life, the pinnacle of the tournament was Ahzrukhal verses a Polar Bear named Lorek. There fight deemed to be the most brutal and long, lasting for days. Unfortunately with the lash of paws, Ahzurkhal was wounded with a broken forelimb due to landing on a ice patch from hundreds of feet above. But sure enough, the saber was victorious, and was the last of entries to enter the invitation to join among the circle of elitist.
"You posses one of the greatest traits in a warrior. Patience, innovation, and precision. As well to be decorated with endurance and power. Among The Olympians you are the spirit of Sparta, and what it hopes to become. You are the helmet that decorates man to be fearless powerful gods within the eyes of the world. For you will be entitled and known as Ahzrukhal, Sparta's Helm!"
Given his title as well invitation to join the Olympians, Ahzruhkhal refuses the offer due to his personal pursuits. Aureal wishes to keep his spot in reservation once he returns from his Odyessy.
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During his time, in celebration of his victory of facing such odds. He was mainly focus on recovering his body from injury of his broken forelimb. Though during this time, he manages to meet across rather surprising odds. Finding the lack of Smildons was disheartening, yet during his journey he manages to meet a female saber. Though her approach was mildly inviting, Ahzrukhal manages to keep a steady distance and a particular cool head. At times the pair would bare fangs upon one another, the curse of the joining two strong individuals is one that can cause some periodic conflict. But overtime their bond became rather causal with unique greetings and a fair exchange of tales. Even with her own blunt rebellious soul the elder is nostalgic of her confidence, almost a spinning reminder of his own past.
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Adventure was calling out to him once more, and instead of his usual stroll around the Bonfire, he would take his travels to the isolated island in the Fluorite Plains he comes to meet a group of Hyena's pacing about in a look of frustration. With his own sheer curiosity he approaches the group, only to get a unwelcoming greeting from the Alpha female which tossed about her strength to Ahzurkhal with little remorse and even a patch of fur along his tail as a reminder. You would think that after such, one would continue on about their travels. Determined with a flare of shimmer in his eyes he observed from afar, following to a arid space of the desert where a massive group of Dingos infested the area. A Territorial claim he gather from his intel was land that was vacant of a primary resource of herbs that the Shamans of the Dingo pack would use to help aid wounded brothern.
And they were determined to keep it-- Analyzing the situation similar to the food scarcity problem, this was his opportunity to use his Totalitarian skills to a good use. After countless of attempts to gain some communication to the Hyena's. The Alpha Female, Malkei gave ear to his words. Even offered strategy and solutions to their Dilemma's. The Saber was now the neutral law maker between two forces for which if Ahzurkhal have not entered, the packs would maul each other to oblivion. Escorting the group towards the desert to meet with the Dingo group. With a stern hand he settled for a land grant access. To exchange export for imported goods that could be traded, forming a commerce network. In a accepting agreement, they conducted a rather organized trading system Ahzrukhal being the diplomat of affairs. For the few days he would become a escort to both packs in ensuring both their safety and confirmation of inventory.
It was overall a success, and the Hyena Malkei was forever grateful to Ahzurkhal's professionalism to the matter at hand. For her gift in his humble assistance, she and her pack were willing to provide any assistance in protection for him, as well a listing of local Shamans to help aid his wounds. With provided information to their reliable shaman would be located in the far South, It was his designation next, in addition to warning him about this individuals... 'Sultry' advances.. Regardless of breed.
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The days grew longer and rather slow, thus a journey of exploration was long overdue, and thus taking his travels led him to Carpe Diem. A massive land space that was for the most part, deserted from the former owners. Here he would meet a Shaman, a female Panther known as Tharja. Greeting with a monotone atmosphere, something was rather other-worldly of her as if she had a form of human traits- as though she was once a mortal human in a past life. Not being rather drawn to the thought of it, he would request for healing his damaged forelimbs. Course she offered with little to no hesitation, taking boastful pride in her work that even lions mark at her marvelous practices in herbal medicine. Oblivious little did the Sabertooth know what he thought was Medicine and Tharja's thoughts of medicine were COMPLETELY skewed. Tharja conducted a herbal bath for her client, and whilst Ahzrukhal took the soaking pool; the panther would begin rather seductive teasing advances to the brute during his herbal bath soaking, grazing a muzzle and paw over his rugged exterior.
Within an instant, Ahzrukhal was draw back to the summoning of the name. All to familiar, and within a instant he was hostile and in attack of the Shaman- Pinning her towards a stone pillar and prepared to dismantle her head from her shoulders. She further went to explaining that she didn't know of Mazzy but she was no more than a client passing by and telling her journey of finding the lands. Mazzy was simply a client and though she heard of her tales of unorthodox traditions, she maintain her service regardless. A growing need arose for his demands to tell him, she took a rather riddling approach and thought he found it annoying to all degrees, it was progress to say the least. Yet before he left, the panther provided a herbal pouch, enough medication to aid in any further endeavors only to offer farewell with a lick underneath his chin.
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Attempting to debunk the riddle, his path lead him to the breach, a rocky and ever raining atmosphere in which he would find Mazzy. Among the crosshairs of their spotting to once another, a simple offering smile was given to Ahzrukhal. Being the smallest Saber breed, she was military sound in her skills of fighting, faster and a master of preforming the most satanic executions.
In instant refusal, the pair began a violent brawling assault. Jumping from pillar to pillar ascending slowly up the rocky summit.
The lashings back and forth, Ahzurkhal was victorious wanting to finish with a final blow only to find himself at a distance. A massive gap that separated them. Mazzy took the long leap, as hell he attempted though with Mazzy own malice attempt his jumped back in collision, kicking her hind feet to platform off his body to push him down the gap and returning back on her her paws on the other side of the cliff. The falling descent was deep but not enough to cripple him, thanks to his Rib armor that would protect the blunt trauma of the rocky bed. Unfortunately Mazzy was able to make her hoist retreat.
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This Mentally devastated Ahzrukhal, presuming that even with all the skill in the world- would never be able to defeat the Satanist group. And to think that they, were once childhood friends. Even looked out for him when he was severely injured by his mother. It all seemed confusing and a jumbled mess of secrets, these thoughts would infect him most of his journey back to Bonfire Island to collect his thoughts, for where he would soon be greeted to Yuura. Shielding his own physical breakdown, between the two was the conversation of the most simplest concept of pain... To let go of the past. Easy to say when the past is still the ghost that lives within the present. Yet in regards to his childhood and the struggles... For the first time, the Smildon cried, spilling his heart and feeling the most vulnerable in years. Though Yuura lacked the consoling traditions, entrusting her with his broken demeanor was the pinnacle of himself being empowered and the growing kinship between two souls. Of course during this time of temporary mental peace- and as much as he would long to stay, this would be the last he would see of Yuura.
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Returning back to a state of mental stabilization, His travels would take him far. And with the lack of food and water within his system was taking a toll of his body, resulting in him to collapse into a fainting episode. A monochromatic vision began to haze over his eyes recalling seeing four images hovered over him before drawing his eyes completely shut.
only to find himself waking up in the midst of the night to be laying onto a isolated island. Stranded for what seemed to be for days, he would come to meet up with an aquatic creature by the name of, Kou. Giving him information that the land was known as Atlantis. Kou recalled a grey cat setting him along the sand shores, exclaiming further that he wore a mane, long that which extended down towards it's paws and spoke in a ancient foreign tongue. Recalling long and hard to the mental image, the only feline that crossed his mind to have that description was the Elder, Quetzal. No one truly knew of his age, known to be the longest living member within Anthology, protecting previously Clandestino and his mother. He was as well a cub sitter to Ahzrukhal and the 6 cubs that eventually became the members of the White Mane. But out of all individuals, Why Quetzal. He didn't want to get it much thought, he had to get back to shore but how? Asking in Kou in assistance, he stated there be a central island that would take him a longer route but will get him to his destination to say the least. But first thing was first, to get food in his system. Here learning from Kou, Ahzrukhal began honing his skills in fish catching. Catching his fill of fish, another challenge brewed.. The thought he would be swimming in open waters, and open from any attack of a underwater predator. A big cats worst fear, specially ones to which are known to be heavy sinkers. Kou would ensure his safety by escorting him and even becoming a supporting raft. Weary, he had to simply entrust him and thus to two journeyed across the open sea.
So far, smooth sailing that was until a hovering shark began to loom over the two. Panic began to settle for the saber only to quickly squirm; only making the Shark hone in on the expression of fear that was portrayed. A bad situation to be in, Kou had to teach Ahzrukhal fast in the steps of swimming and learning to hold his breath whilst keeping the Shark distracted enough for his friend to escape.
"D-Don't you dare let me go!"
"It's either sink or swim.. Or shark gets us, Good luck sharp-tooth!"
In the release, the moment of truth arrived. So damn quick, a paw over the other. Long strides, head above the water. It was slow but progressing. Even though Kou preformed a noble deed, he simply couldn't let him fall in the demise of getting killed by a shark, specially by his own dismay. He had to many individuals in his life dying for him. And now was his turn to return the favor. Yet this would have to involve swimming underwater. AS MUCH as he wanted to decline, with a deep breath, he began to slowly sink in the water- Shocked to see there being a whole world below.
"Azhru? Oh come on the island is RIGHT THERE- LOOK OUT!"
Quickly in haste, the Aquatic sea lion would take strike to push away the shark, making his way towards the Submerge saber, returning to collect a gasp for air
"You're one crazy cat you know that...
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The pair advised a plan to intimidate the shark by forming a combination strike. Using the Speed of Kou and the power of his own strikes, making his fangs a viable tool as a weapon. Colliding in duel, giving a kick. Ahzrukhal would follow through with a piercing strike against the sharks back. This would cause the fish to be drought with pain and in fear would retreat with damage wounds. Victory was there as the pair would make it towards the island.
The two shared a laugh coming to share a almost near death experience, and with now having his paw in the right direction would take his travels back to the mainland.
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Odds of being reunited with Tharja was a bit of a blind-sided ordeal. Though she was looking for restocking her supply of herbs, Ahzrukhal presume that she was spying on him. Which in some cases. It was. The two found themselves sharing some downtime in the Temple of Dreams. Talking about their travels and the mishaps they have gotten into-- The two even shared a time of slumbering close together. A nice form of downtime that was until that all came crashing down with a ghostly image looking over and speaking in a foreign tongue. But to Ahzrukhal he was all to familiar.. And the Navy color eyes, with a small burst of gold. It was Obelisk watching over him speaking not a word and holding a twisted grin of his iconic crooked jaw. Now he had to ensure Tharja's safety. The last thing he wanted to do was for anyone else to be involved in his twisted tale.
"M'lord.. Do you love that Panther.."
". . . W-What?"
"I suggest you keep your eye on her!"
"Tharja!"
Shouting, Obelisk instantly took his lunging attack towards Ahzrukhal's friend. Luckily out of luck, and the use of his strength would he toss the heavy Populator away from Tharja. Instructing her to escape, The grey saber was relentless in attacking the shaman; Ahzrukhal following close behind as the pair began to tumble down the stone slopes. His Rib Armor was resilient in taking damage, pieces of the armor began breaking away. Yet with the tossing, striking with powerful hurdling strikes the two brutes landed, Ahz was found on his back Obelisk hovered above preparing a fatal bite to the former ruler's throat. Yet a struggling choke caught him, a needle like twig protruding from his throat. A landed strike of a dart preformed by Tharja before she would make her swift escape. A opening, and opportunity was given. Taking his chances, gaping his mouth wide would his jowls lock to the head of Obelisk, using his strength to slowly crush the head of his opponent. Of course this lead him open for a frontal damage of swipes and stretches along his arms and chest, his blood splattering across the marble stone floor. Mustering his might as well the mental strength to fight through the stinging burning pain, his jaws would squeeze tighter, the fallen former friend began to slowly struggle keeping his stance before collapsing in a death limp as the sound of crushing bone echoed the empty ceiling. Though so focus on killing the Hostile White Mane member, he was instantly blind sighted by and ambushed attack. A powerful striking tackle with such a strong inertia would sent both the bodies of Ahzrukhal and the now dead corpse of Obelisk falling from the high perch.
Who could wield such godly strength to send two massive bodies flying... So sudden, and speed that much of it was a blur. Little did he know once his head fell crashing into the crystal waters below. Who he be in for a rude awakening.
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Dazed and still rid with pain from his fall into the icy cold depths of Temple of Dreams. Ahzrukhal is found awakening in a rather, death and dark like atmosphere. Bones and partial remains of dead carcasses decorated the landscape, in addition of the sky held the look of Armageddon. Quickly, the smilodon is found trapped into a pit, 3 entities looking over him that of hawks. With the snickering laughter of two smaller figures a grand and tall figure remain looking towards the red smilodon. Noting something rather familiar about his presence. Though he spoke not a word in departure, One was decorated with feathers and skull fragments around their neck. It was a former friend as well Anthology's shaman.
"Anu, I know that witch laugh anywhere.."
"initiations?! WAIT! GODDAMNIT WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!"
He shouted, in a angry roar- now to be filled with the yelp of pain from the smoldering hot dripping of Tar hitting along his back. With his detest, Mazzy quickly lurked over his grave, shouting back in turn.
Accepted their fate, what on Earth could she possibly mean. So all this endless hunting wasn't over some overthrow of the kingdom but something much greater? Even some religious undertaking of their sanity? Disciples to the Earth Mothers calling? His eyes flared open to this realization, so, this would be the end of him. Almost feeling a small ounce of surrendering- a flash of his memory would recall a day he shared with his mother discussing about Tar and their traps.
All of it seemed to be second nature to him, her words rang in choir chants. Taking her words and implementing them to action. With all his might and energy- suffering a great deal of pain from the burning sensation, he was freed from the depths. Though wrecked with blistering sores and crippling ability of speed, he had to find his escape. It didn't matter due to the fact that all 3 members were there-- it could have all ended there, but with Mazzy's combating skills and Anu's sneaky traps And the unknown assailant power- he might as well should have died in the Tar Pits.
"MY GOD HE'S STILL ALIVE!?! THAT CAN'T BE... GET HIM DAMNIT!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER! Killemkillemkillem! I want to drink his blood from his SKULL!"
And so his frantic escape, struggling with a crippling limp into the marsh lands of the LE Brea Catacombs. A life and death situation- something that was all so mundane but the fear of Death was brewing close behind- and thus the panicking fear would begin to cloud his judgement. These smilodon weren't even animals anymore, but angry spirits- souls that wanted nothing more then a world of suffering. Hobbling through the shrugs of moss and swampy puddles, the land was nothing but a marsh- but with its own dangers. With patches of Tar spewing from the Earth along with Quicksand and even to make matters worst, an Alligator infested landscape. Careful caution and surveillance was his key to his own survival- if the White Mane didn't kill him, the Pits sure will.
Days had come to past, and hiding and progressing his way carefully. He was exhausted, barely able to stand- and thus.. He was spotted the two smilodon appeared, bloodshot eyes that thirsted for blood. He was easily overpowered, falling and blood decorating the floor surface. Even among the commotion- it was bringing attention to other predators around the area. Disoriented, blood draining from his nostrils Anu enforced the former ruler onto his hind paws. If anyone- anything was listening, he would pray that this agony would soon end quickly. His mental prayer of freedom would be delivered as with a quick strike, Anu was struck with a bite to his hind limb. Screaming in a painful screech, his body would thrash about in a violent lash that of a fish out of water.
"AHHHHH MY LEGGGG AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
These series of fortunate events, pushing forward he hand to finish his job. The line of sight freedom was near, just to get past two devils... Digging deep into his energy reserves he would sprint, extorting his energy to rush forward, his jowls picking up and dragging the now 3 legged Sabertooth by its back. And within that moment- another flash of his memory. Further into his banks of memoirs, the day his mother would dishevel his back. The vice pain it left against his back, a twisting ripping pain. And in the moment he imitated his mothers actions, but with a more fatal motive. Snapping his head with a yank and thrash, Anu's back began to rip and break away with each brute force of Ahzrukhals' jaws. Eventually Anu's pain would come to an end as his body was toss into a muddy puddle, yet event with the toss of his body floating seamlessly in the air. His dead look face was a grinning evil smile. Strange to even smile in the face of death. Showed just how simply twisted the group could be. Even in this event, Mazzy watched in a shocking horror in her own memories. To think he would use the exact same attack his mother used upon him. One down one to go. Mazzy refuse him to leave as the two charged to one another- And with one last ounce of strength he could muster, his paw strike with a vengeful force. Enough to even cause the Snowy devil's Maxillary canine saber to break as well sending her body tumbling, as the red coated sabertooth bolted away in escape.
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"You posses one of the greatest traits in a warrior. Patience, innovation, and precision. As well to be decorated with endurance and power. Among The Olympians you are the spirit of Sparta, and what it hopes to become. You are the helmet that decorates man to be fearless powerful gods within the eyes of the world. For you will be entitled and known as Ahzrukhal, Sparta's Helm!"
Given his title as well invitation to join the Olympians, Ahzruhkhal refuses the offer due to his personal pursuits. Aureal wishes to keep his spot in reservation once he returns from his Odyessy.
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During his time, in celebration of his victory of facing such odds. He was mainly focus on recovering his body from injury of his broken forelimb. Though during this time, he manages to meet across rather surprising odds. Finding the lack of Smildons was disheartening, yet during his journey he manages to meet a female saber. Though her approach was mildly inviting, Ahzrukhal manages to keep a steady distance and a particular cool head. At times the pair would bare fangs upon one another, the curse of the joining two strong individuals is one that can cause some periodic conflict. But overtime their bond became rather causal with unique greetings and a fair exchange of tales. Even with her own blunt rebellious soul the elder is nostalgic of her confidence, almost a spinning reminder of his own past.
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Adventure was calling out to him once more, and instead of his usual stroll around the Bonfire, he would take his travels to the isolated island in the Fluorite Plains he comes to meet a group of Hyena's pacing about in a look of frustration. With his own sheer curiosity he approaches the group, only to get a unwelcoming greeting from the Alpha female which tossed about her strength to Ahzurkhal with little remorse and even a patch of fur along his tail as a reminder. You would think that after such, one would continue on about their travels. Determined with a flare of shimmer in his eyes he observed from afar, following to a arid space of the desert where a massive group of Dingos infested the area. A Territorial claim he gather from his intel was land that was vacant of a primary resource of herbs that the Shamans of the Dingo pack would use to help aid wounded brothern.
And they were determined to keep it-- Analyzing the situation similar to the food scarcity problem, this was his opportunity to use his Totalitarian skills to a good use. After countless of attempts to gain some communication to the Hyena's. The Alpha Female, Malkei gave ear to his words. Even offered strategy and solutions to their Dilemma's. The Saber was now the neutral law maker between two forces for which if Ahzurkhal have not entered, the packs would maul each other to oblivion. Escorting the group towards the desert to meet with the Dingo group. With a stern hand he settled for a land grant access. To exchange export for imported goods that could be traded, forming a commerce network. In a accepting agreement, they conducted a rather organized trading system Ahzrukhal being the diplomat of affairs. For the few days he would become a escort to both packs in ensuring both their safety and confirmation of inventory.
It was overall a success, and the Hyena Malkei was forever grateful to Ahzurkhal's professionalism to the matter at hand. For her gift in his humble assistance, she and her pack were willing to provide any assistance in protection for him, as well a listing of local Shamans to help aid his wounds. With provided information to their reliable shaman would be located in the far South, It was his designation next, in addition to warning him about this individuals... 'Sultry' advances.. Regardless of breed.
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The days grew longer and rather slow, thus a journey of exploration was long overdue, and thus taking his travels led him to Carpe Diem. A massive land space that was for the most part, deserted from the former owners. Here he would meet a Shaman, a female Panther known as Tharja. Greeting with a monotone atmosphere, something was rather other-worldly of her as if she had a form of human traits- as though she was once a mortal human in a past life. Not being rather drawn to the thought of it, he would request for healing his damaged forelimbs. Course she offered with little to no hesitation, taking boastful pride in her work that even lions mark at her marvelous practices in herbal medicine. Oblivious little did the Sabertooth know what he thought was Medicine and Tharja's thoughts of medicine were COMPLETELY skewed. Tharja conducted a herbal bath for her client, and whilst Ahzrukhal took the soaking pool; the panther would begin rather seductive teasing advances to the brute during his herbal bath soaking, grazing a muzzle and paw over his rugged exterior.
"I can see why Mazzy finds you Alluring. A humble aura that has humility, that internal masculinity, as well your scent is intoxicating. Devour worthy~"
"Don't say I never did anything for you... If you're ever hurt, or offering of a ear to listen- you know where to find me~"
Attempting to debunk the riddle, his path lead him to the breach, a rocky and ever raining atmosphere in which he would find Mazzy. Among the crosshairs of their spotting to once another, a simple offering smile was given to Ahzrukhal. Being the smallest Saber breed, she was military sound in her skills of fighting, faster and a master of preforming the most satanic executions.
"Why? Why did I? You know I loved every last one of my kindred sabers. And even you. Oh I was sooo infatuated with you, till this day that I want to kill you softly BUT!! Unfortunately your rule of Anthology is over... And the fact that you are still living till this day you are the beating heart of what once was, and even now could potentially return. I did you a humble service.. Of Ridding your owes. Yet your still hurting- But that's okay, I will suffocate you slowly. I want to be the last thing you see~"
The lashings back and forth, Ahzurkhal was victorious wanting to finish with a final blow only to find himself at a distance. A massive gap that separated them. Mazzy took the long leap, as hell he attempted though with Mazzy own malice attempt his jumped back in collision, kicking her hind feet to platform off his body to push him down the gap and returning back on her her paws on the other side of the cliff. The falling descent was deep but not enough to cripple him, thanks to his Rib armor that would protect the blunt trauma of the rocky bed. Unfortunately Mazzy was able to make her hoist retreat.
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This Mentally devastated Ahzrukhal, presuming that even with all the skill in the world- would never be able to defeat the Satanist group. And to think that they, were once childhood friends. Even looked out for him when he was severely injured by his mother. It all seemed confusing and a jumbled mess of secrets, these thoughts would infect him most of his journey back to Bonfire Island to collect his thoughts, for where he would soon be greeted to Yuura. Shielding his own physical breakdown, between the two was the conversation of the most simplest concept of pain... To let go of the past. Easy to say when the past is still the ghost that lives within the present. Yet in regards to his childhood and the struggles... For the first time, the Smildon cried, spilling his heart and feeling the most vulnerable in years. Though Yuura lacked the consoling traditions, entrusting her with his broken demeanor was the pinnacle of himself being empowered and the growing kinship between two souls. Of course during this time of temporary mental peace- and as much as he would long to stay, this would be the last he would see of Yuura.
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Returning back to a state of mental stabilization, His travels would take him far. And with the lack of food and water within his system was taking a toll of his body, resulting in him to collapse into a fainting episode. A monochromatic vision began to haze over his eyes recalling seeing four images hovered over him before drawing his eyes completely shut.
"...Obelisk, carry his body on a makeshift raft out to sea to Atlantis. Whilst he's out stranded in sea, we can adjust a strategic plan."
only to find himself waking up in the midst of the night to be laying onto a isolated island. Stranded for what seemed to be for days, he would come to meet up with an aquatic creature by the name of, Kou. Giving him information that the land was known as Atlantis. Kou recalled a grey cat setting him along the sand shores, exclaiming further that he wore a mane, long that which extended down towards it's paws and spoke in a ancient foreign tongue. Recalling long and hard to the mental image, the only feline that crossed his mind to have that description was the Elder, Quetzal. No one truly knew of his age, known to be the longest living member within Anthology, protecting previously Clandestino and his mother. He was as well a cub sitter to Ahzrukhal and the 6 cubs that eventually became the members of the White Mane. But out of all individuals, Why Quetzal. He didn't want to get it much thought, he had to get back to shore but how? Asking in Kou in assistance, he stated there be a central island that would take him a longer route but will get him to his destination to say the least. But first thing was first, to get food in his system. Here learning from Kou, Ahzrukhal began honing his skills in fish catching. Catching his fill of fish, another challenge brewed.. The thought he would be swimming in open waters, and open from any attack of a underwater predator. A big cats worst fear, specially ones to which are known to be heavy sinkers. Kou would ensure his safety by escorting him and even becoming a supporting raft. Weary, he had to simply entrust him and thus to two journeyed across the open sea.
So far, smooth sailing that was until a hovering shark began to loom over the two. Panic began to settle for the saber only to quickly squirm; only making the Shark hone in on the expression of fear that was portrayed. A bad situation to be in, Kou had to teach Ahzrukhal fast in the steps of swimming and learning to hold his breath whilst keeping the Shark distracted enough for his friend to escape.
"D-Don't you dare let me go!"
"It's either sink or swim.. Or shark gets us, Good luck sharp-tooth!"
In the release, the moment of truth arrived. So damn quick, a paw over the other. Long strides, head above the water. It was slow but progressing. Even though Kou preformed a noble deed, he simply couldn't let him fall in the demise of getting killed by a shark, specially by his own dismay. He had to many individuals in his life dying for him. And now was his turn to return the favor. Yet this would have to involve swimming underwater. AS MUCH as he wanted to decline, with a deep breath, he began to slowly sink in the water- Shocked to see there being a whole world below.
"Azhru? Oh come on the island is RIGHT THERE- LOOK OUT!"
Quickly in haste, the Aquatic sea lion would take strike to push away the shark, making his way towards the Submerge saber, returning to collect a gasp for air
"You're one crazy cat you know that...
?"The pair advised a plan to intimidate the shark by forming a combination strike. Using the Speed of Kou and the power of his own strikes, making his fangs a viable tool as a weapon. Colliding in duel, giving a kick. Ahzrukhal would follow through with a piercing strike against the sharks back. This would cause the fish to be drought with pain and in fear would retreat with damage wounds. Victory was there as the pair would make it towards the island.
"I have to say, we make a good aquatic team, your like a Anchor! Anchor.. HAH! I made a funny! Well buddy, this runway is going to lead you over this rocky facade and take you up to those rocky mountains. Well, this is the conclusion of tour to ATLANTIS! And unfortunately I'm out of souvenirs! But rest assure I'll be in stock if you get stranded again, haha!"
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Odds of being reunited with Tharja was a bit of a blind-sided ordeal. Though she was looking for restocking her supply of herbs, Ahzrukhal presume that she was spying on him. Which in some cases. It was. The two found themselves sharing some downtime in the Temple of Dreams. Talking about their travels and the mishaps they have gotten into-- The two even shared a time of slumbering close together. A nice form of downtime that was until that all came crashing down with a ghostly image looking over and speaking in a foreign tongue. But to Ahzrukhal he was all to familiar.. And the Navy color eyes, with a small burst of gold. It was Obelisk watching over him speaking not a word and holding a twisted grin of his iconic crooked jaw. Now he had to ensure Tharja's safety. The last thing he wanted to do was for anyone else to be involved in his twisted tale.
"M'lord.. Do you love that Panther.."
". . . W-What?"
"I suggest you keep your eye on her!"
"Tharja!"
Shouting, Obelisk instantly took his lunging attack towards Ahzrukhal's friend. Luckily out of luck, and the use of his strength would he toss the heavy Populator away from Tharja. Instructing her to escape, The grey saber was relentless in attacking the shaman; Ahzrukhal following close behind as the pair began to tumble down the stone slopes. His Rib Armor was resilient in taking damage, pieces of the armor began breaking away. Yet with the tossing, striking with powerful hurdling strikes the two brutes landed, Ahz was found on his back Obelisk hovered above preparing a fatal bite to the former ruler's throat. Yet a struggling choke caught him, a needle like twig protruding from his throat. A landed strike of a dart preformed by Tharja before she would make her swift escape. A opening, and opportunity was given. Taking his chances, gaping his mouth wide would his jowls lock to the head of Obelisk, using his strength to slowly crush the head of his opponent. Of course this lead him open for a frontal damage of swipes and stretches along his arms and chest, his blood splattering across the marble stone floor. Mustering his might as well the mental strength to fight through the stinging burning pain, his jaws would squeeze tighter, the fallen former friend began to slowly struggle keeping his stance before collapsing in a death limp as the sound of crushing bone echoed the empty ceiling. Though so focus on killing the Hostile White Mane member, he was instantly blind sighted by and ambushed attack. A powerful striking tackle with such a strong inertia would sent both the bodies of Ahzrukhal and the now dead corpse of Obelisk falling from the high perch.
Who could wield such godly strength to send two massive bodies flying... So sudden, and speed that much of it was a blur. Little did he know once his head fell crashing into the crystal waters below. Who he be in for a rude awakening.
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Dazed and still rid with pain from his fall into the icy cold depths of Temple of Dreams. Ahzrukhal is found awakening in a rather, death and dark like atmosphere. Bones and partial remains of dead carcasses decorated the landscape, in addition of the sky held the look of Armageddon. Quickly, the smilodon is found trapped into a pit, 3 entities looking over him that of hawks. With the snickering laughter of two smaller figures a grand and tall figure remain looking towards the red smilodon. Noting something rather familiar about his presence. Though he spoke not a word in departure, One was decorated with feathers and skull fragments around their neck. It was a former friend as well Anthology's shaman.
"Anu, I know that witch laugh anywhere.."
"Tsh, I see you managed to kill our only good tank, Obelisk. In such a brutal fashion too, I LOVE IT! So awe inspiring to see your savagery at work. Most definitely the son of Clandestino. Nooowww, you maybe wondering why you are in this grave like pit, no? Well-- I'll be blunt since me and your Mazzy have initiations of new recruits to preform, you know- branding, mauling, and tom-foolery~ in between! The GOOD OLD FASHION WAY! We're going to bury you in tar. I know it's a bit extreme, but--- TATA! Tell your mother and father I said hello!"
He shouted, in a angry roar- now to be filled with the yelp of pain from the smoldering hot dripping of Tar hitting along his back. With his detest, Mazzy quickly lurked over his grave, shouting back in turn.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT WE WANT! Thanks to your psychopathic mother! She has broken a cycle we have been working so HARD to achieve for and if she were alive-- Ooo, I will make her slowly suffer for it! The Dhidelta Accepted their fate, WHY DIDN'T YOU!? WE. ARE. PREFORMING. GAIA'S WORK!"
"Child remember the more you panic and squirm, the more it solidifies... Tnd the longer you stay in position the more it'll encase you. You have to remember to-- relax, breathe, and slowly pull yourself in steady progressive pulls. I recalled being stuck in one myself, you see....."
"MY GOD HE'S STILL ALIVE!?! THAT CAN'T BE... GET HIM DAMNIT!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER! Killemkillemkillem! I want to drink his blood from his SKULL!"
And so his frantic escape, struggling with a crippling limp into the marsh lands of the LE Brea Catacombs. A life and death situation- something that was all so mundane but the fear of Death was brewing close behind- and thus the panicking fear would begin to cloud his judgement. These smilodon weren't even animals anymore, but angry spirits- souls that wanted nothing more then a world of suffering. Hobbling through the shrugs of moss and swampy puddles, the land was nothing but a marsh- but with its own dangers. With patches of Tar spewing from the Earth along with Quicksand and even to make matters worst, an Alligator infested landscape. Careful caution and surveillance was his key to his own survival- if the White Mane didn't kill him, the Pits sure will.
Days had come to past, and hiding and progressing his way carefully. He was exhausted, barely able to stand- and thus.. He was spotted the two smilodon appeared, bloodshot eyes that thirsted for blood. He was easily overpowered, falling and blood decorating the floor surface. Even among the commotion- it was bringing attention to other predators around the area. Disoriented, blood draining from his nostrils Anu enforced the former ruler onto his hind paws. If anyone- anything was listening, he would pray that this agony would soon end quickly. His mental prayer of freedom would be delivered as with a quick strike, Anu was struck with a bite to his hind limb. Screaming in a painful screech, his body would thrash about in a violent lash that of a fish out of water.
"AHHHHH MY LEGGGG AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
These series of fortunate events, pushing forward he hand to finish his job. The line of sight freedom was near, just to get past two devils... Digging deep into his energy reserves he would sprint, extorting his energy to rush forward, his jowls picking up and dragging the now 3 legged Sabertooth by its back. And within that moment- another flash of his memory. Further into his banks of memoirs, the day his mother would dishevel his back. The vice pain it left against his back, a twisting ripping pain. And in the moment he imitated his mothers actions, but with a more fatal motive. Snapping his head with a yank and thrash, Anu's back began to rip and break away with each brute force of Ahzrukhals' jaws. Eventually Anu's pain would come to an end as his body was toss into a muddy puddle, yet event with the toss of his body floating seamlessly in the air. His dead look face was a grinning evil smile. Strange to even smile in the face of death. Showed just how simply twisted the group could be. Even in this event, Mazzy watched in a shocking horror in her own memories. To think he would use the exact same attack his mother used upon him. One down one to go. Mazzy refuse him to leave as the two charged to one another- And with one last ounce of strength he could muster, his paw strike with a vengeful force. Enough to even cause the Snowy devil's Maxillary canine saber to break as well sending her body tumbling, as the red coated sabertooth bolted away in escape.
"Ahzrukhal. Even if we manage to slay you. It will be as though drinking from the gods veins.. Quetzal, I saw the look of Jehuty in his eyes...."
"... My daughter, You have really cause a hindrance in this. But I cannot lie, it has indeed made this a rather rollercoaster odyssey.."
"... My daughter, You have really cause a hindrance in this. But I cannot lie, it has indeed made this a rather rollercoaster odyssey.."
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Miscellaneous
Statistics
Physical strength: ★★★★★
Speed/Agility: ★★★★★★
Stamina: ★★★★★
Endurance: ★★★★★
Pain Threshold: ★★★★★
Intelligence: ★★★★★
Physical strength: ★★★★★
Speed/Agility: ★★★★★★
Stamina: ★★★★★
Endurance: ★★★★★
Pain Threshold: ★★★★★
Intelligence: ★★★★★
Strengths: During his former years as a ruler of Anthology, Ahzrukhal- unlike his father Clandestino is a humanitarian. A master of words, and at times can calm the harsh of disputes. Though, when the need of aggressive force is required, Ahzrukhal will use his defensive statue to bring disputes to a quick end. Even with his lack of physical presence battle wise, he is known as a diplomat, the whispering word of wisdom and empowerment to the Renascentia pride. Ahzrukhal is more than likely to be found either along jagged hill like terrain, using hills to his advantages to boost his speed. Or can be found near river banks and marshes where his swimming abilities are conditioned for hunting.
Weakness: Even if he manages to maintain a decent storage of Endurance, he is TERRIBLE when it comes to speed, particularly in open plains. The max speed he's even able to maintain is roughly 30mph for a short burst(200m). In comparison to the other pride members primal intentions, he holds a more soften though assertive mentality- which in turn makes him indifferent to majority of the pride, thus finds most of his time away from the group, looking over in observation. In combat skills, he struggles in agility, finding himself to find a rhythm of opponents fighting styles to control momentum- which at times fails him.
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