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    [ ic: Nasus had, without a doubt, suffered many a change upon his return. Aside from his heavily altered appearance, the male had undergone a personality shift that could only be a danger to the Horde. Of course, with this new mentality, the once wise male could not see what pressures he was placing on his members. He would not. It did not matter to him, after all, whether the mortals here lived or died - he wished only for his own glory. In the end, it would be he who stood among the gods.


    At present, he had placed himself before what seemed to be another jackal. Each head was pressed deep into the creatures side, ripping at the flesh with their razor sharp teeth, swallowing it down with hardly a breath in between. He could not remember when his idea of cannibalism had first appeared, nor could he remember when the choice to follow through with it was made. He only recalled his decision of the power it would give him, for prey was meant to give strength. Thus, he would only acquire prey with strength. His kind.
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    [justify][sub]The scent of blood was what had first attracted the dragoness, however the sight of the vaguely familiar mutant drew her to land a short distance from him. She had seen the jackal during the meeting as well as around the area and remembered him to be the Chief of the Horde, yet that wasn't what made her want to speak to the male. Rather, it was his arrogance, and his very existence. He seemed to have boundless confidence and his actions appeared to have some aim, however to get reach that she guessed there was a need for strength. This, was the reason for her interest.


    An urge to fight Nasus burned through her limbs, tail flicking slightly in an irrational movement as it always did when meeting a strong individual - one who could no doubt give her a challenge; even if she didn't win, it would bring her that much closer to having more experience until there was no one else stronger. Her logic was actually illogical really, since if she were to stand at the top as her heart urged her to then there would be no more advisories, and therefore no more spars. Nevertheless, she wished for it. Despite these wishes however, the Voice's expression presented her usual unconcerned smile as she approached, giving a nod of her head in greeting. "I don't believe that we've properly met yet since I joined. You're Nasus, correct? My name is Nivata."[/fancypost][align=center]
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    Along with his old memories came his old powers. Each one held on a tight leash of control. He did not feel the need to ever show them unless nessasary. His mentor seemed... Nervous or on edge. Like awaiting a fight, kat himself was wondering if the threat of their cheif was the reason.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]the pink pelted feline sniffed around for a bit, his nose twitching sightly as he then sneezed. whatever was around him smelled like blood, so he was curious as to what or who it was. it might have been some kind of dying loner, and he could use one of those - so usually when he scented blood he hoped it was one of them. sometimes it was just some form of prey, which he ended up simply eating, but being pretty nonchalant about it. when he had come across the small group, the chieften blinked a few times before padding up closer to them. and when he was close enough to see, his green gaze would sweep over the leader - who seemed to be eating...eh, that was it? it might have been cannibalism but it was not...shocking, or anything. neither was it anything he wanted it to be. " hii. " he would greet shortly, waving his paw.

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    Grenade was there, watching. She smelled the stench of blood, should she come and help? Then she saw Nasus eating the Jackal. Uh oh. she thought. What was this about? Nasus was a jackal, and he was eating it. Cannibalism? Probably, but she guessed it was his nature. She wondered of what to say now.
    Grenade just looked at the chief with her black optics. This was kinda awkward.
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    [ ic: Nasus would immediately let a low growl escape each of his throats, his lesser heads shooting up to snarl at those who arrived as he himself continued to eat. He would, mentally of course, hush the less-than-cognitive beings that he claimed as second and third heads, before glancing up at those whom had interrupted his meal. He drew his long tongue slowly passed his lips, clearing up some of the meat that hung from his maw, glowing yellow eyes flashing with distaste at the lot that had arrived.


    First was Nivata, whose simply being here made him wish to set the area ablaze. The volcanic make-up of his pelt began bubbling as he examined her, though he made no real move to attack. It was simply annoyance that brought on such feelings - he could sense the need for her to fight him, and thus would act accordingly. But, instinctual warnings or not, he wasn't in the mood to challenge someone just yet. There was no threat made to his throne this day. "And what is it that you request of me, exactly?"


    He glanced towards the others as he spoke, rolling his eyes at Merii's chipper attitude, but was thankful that the others weren't exactly here to annoy him. Or, at least they didn't seem to intend for it, although it was inevitable in the long run.



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    [justify][sub]Request? There was no request, so she glanced at the others who had been silent so far. Except Merii, but that didn't count. "Nothing. Just an introduction," she gave a half-shrug and her gaze descended to the jackal once more. She preferred herbivores herself and, oddly enough, rabbits were her favourite. Like chicken, but not if that made sense - none of the feathers which were uncomfortable to swallow or pluck. Well, anyway, she now fell into the awkward silence that Grenadepaw was contemplating, although the demoness herself had no understanding of the so called 'awkward', and instead merely lost in her own thoughts. [/fancypost][align=center]
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    "I'm interested," The kitaune replied finally, ice gaze on the gore at the feet of their chiefs paws. "Cannibilisum, is it for a show of domonace or just because you like the taste?"
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    [ ic: Nasus grunted as Nivata spoke, his lesser heads going back to their meal. Boy was he lucky that they shared a stomach - it meant he could double task. Or, triple task, he supposed would be the technical term. His mind processed the tastes as if he himself was the one eating and he licked his lips. This one had eaten well, it would seem, for the meat was thick and juicy. He would, if offered, eat herbivores, of course - except for turkey. He had once bit into the stomach of a turkey to find bits of leaves and nuts undigested and simply resting there. He wanted nothing to do with the meal from that point on - though his being in a desert assisted in such a feat.


    "Both," He shrugged as Kat spoke, as if uninterested to the point in which he did not wish to think over the question fully.
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    [justify][sub]It certainly wasn't dominating her; if someone found eating intimidating, they shouldn't be in an anti-clan. "How does that work?" she asked after he'd finished his short answer, nodding at the two heads on either side. It wasn't too hard to understand, she guessed, but were there three conscious entities? Did the body need more fuel? Honestly there were so many questions, so she summed them up with the one general query as she continued to watch. [/fancypost][align=center]
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