kings lost to the past [OPEN/Ambassador!]

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    MALAKAI DIMERA

    male - 12 moons - extreme - warrior

      


    Riverside. How long had it been since he'd last been here? It was still hard for him to recall the details with his memories all messed up, but he knew that once upon a time in one of his other lives, he'd been an important part of this group, and HP alongside old friends whose faces and names he couldn't recall. Muttering a silent curse to Helios for not being able to remember, Malakai came to a halt on the edge of Riversides border, putting down the picnic basket he was carrying and letting it sit by his paws.


    Normally the young warrior wasn't overly social with people he didn't know, but he'd been willing to make an exception in the case of ambassador duties. First and foremost Malakai was a soldier, and he'd always found a sense of accomplishment whenever he managed to succeed at the tasks he was given. It was an old curse of his from childhood that he'd probably never escape, but there was no helping it now that he was grown. Still, he'd learned to make it work for him over time. Like now, for instance. While hard working and extremely dedicated, the young sabertooth was more comfortable fighting in wars or training with other members of the Warfare Guild than then setting up social events or heading out to make friendly conversation with total strangers. Making the social aspect part of the job made things easier on him, if that made sense.


    Letting his icy blue eyes scan his surroundings he tried to find anything familiar in the landscape around him. This had been his home once, and yet there was no sense of nostalgia that came over him at seeing it now. Not even a vague sense of familiarity.



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    LOT —

    well, suffice to say lot probably shouldn't have been out quite as far as the border, but he was here now and he wanted to see what this stranger had in his basket. maybe some books? or games, at a stretch?


    stretching his legs to appear taller, the half lion, half hellhound cub bounded over to malakai with an unusually serious expression on his face for such a young child. "what's in your basket?" he blurted out, halting in front of the bigger male.


    oh, wait. "i mean, what's your name and business here?" did he get that right? probably. lot stole another glance at the basket before returning his gaze to the sabertooth. he hoped it wasn't boring stuff like necklaces. that sort of thing was for old ladies.

               

    ★ ★ ★ The Suicune came around the corner of a tree. Her eyes falling on a stranger on her boarders. Along with her kid. That was instantly an on edge type of deal. Though she didn’t panic or lash out. After all, he carried the scent of an ally. The female would simply move to sit beside her child and offer her presence. She would then look down at Lot and offer a soft chuckle. At least he was trying.


    "That is right." She stated before letting her red eyes fall on the saber. She was the same size as the massive prehistoric beast. "Welcome to the Riverside. I am Flora." Her voice was cracking with thunder and singing like the wind. A storm seemed to roll behind her eyes, despite her friendly nature. It was just how she looked, really.


    "Speech."

    SHE’S INTO SUPERSTITIONS, BLACK CATS AND VOODOO DOLLS LINE OF LYRICS HERE