Posts by TEMULJIN B.

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"The gods of mercy. The Seven Gods that some Westerosi pray to," Coriolanus shrugged. Technically speaking, there would always be some sort of gods whose nature would be interceding for mankind. "The Bible stated that the one God sent his only son to the mortal world to die so that all humans have another chance at attaining salvation. I'm not too sure how true that is, but people believe. I don't. At least not anymore. There's too much suffering in the world to prove that Gods care about anything that happens in this silly little world of ours."

Was he thinking too deeply into it? Yes.

"I have a feeling that my simple life could be a thing away from that. A plot of land to call my own and a home to shelter in. Away from all the wars and bloodshed." Maybe somewhere in the vast wildernesses of the North. There would be little people there, though the winters might be hard.

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"It's my impression that religion is to give hope to those who would have no hope otherwise," he commented. Many religions offered salvation. A better escape to the current life that most unfortunates led. Hearing Eurydice's plan, he nodded. "That would be good. People are more liable to follow a leader that is most like them. I've read that the Targaryen conquerors had to change their religion to the Seven to appease most of Westeros."

"It seems to be that the North is very devoid of creatures. I'll count myself as very unfortunate if such a conflict ever rose," he stated. In fact, he had already set his eyes on a little bit of land by a river and the sea, close to the border of the south where winters would be a little less severe than the farthest stretches. Cori had read somewhere that large bodies of water helped retain heat in the winter, resulting in milder snows.

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Coriolanus had returned from a hunt, his rabbit in his jaws. When he heard sounds near their area of residence, the golden tiger felt a flash of fear go through him. Was it BloodClanners again? BloodClanners here to kidnap and hurt her? Dropping his rabbit, he picked up his pace, positively lunging out towards the scene from the bushes into the clearing they were situated in.

However, there was no BloodClan smell. His heartbeat slowed back to its usual steady rhythm as he gauged the scene. Eurydice and a young wolf pup. Coriolanus did not recognize Eamon as his gray eyes darted from the dragon to the Stark to REfinedgrace.

She was fine.

"Hello," he breathed. Coriolanus caught his breath, glancing at the other two again. "Lady Eurydice and...?"

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"Agreed," Coriolanus sighed. He thought people who believed in an almighty savior to be severely disadvantage. It wasn't a god who changed the world, but the people who lived on it. Such a passive life would kill him.

His ears twitched at the mention of Eurydice's children. "Thank you," he murmured. He hoped those boys were as good as their mother, but Cori couldn't give a judgment, seeing that he hadn't met her boys yet.

He felt a bit of apprehension at the mention of children. He would prefer not to talk about them, but there was no one listening. He also had the feeling that Eurydice was trustworthy.

"I'm not a father to be proud of..." he began with a small sigh. He kept on thinking of Eskimopaw and how she had killed herself. How Oberyn had blamed him for it. Taking away their mother and leaving the kids there. How he had disappeared from Oberyn's life as well. "I'm trying to change that."

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"Yes," he nodded with a heavy sigh. Oberyn and Joji absolutely despised him. What could he say to that? Little. It was true that he had abandoned them with the Princess Martell, and then later after the Dornish disaster, in WindClan while he was in DarkClan. Even after his stepping down, Cori hadn't gone back with them, instead going of with Refinedgrace who had also left her earlier litter with him there.

Oh dear, he had a bad track record and he promised to right all past wrongs and do well with the current incoming babies, if there would be anymore.

At Eurydice's next question, Coriolanus shook her head. "I had a litter with someone else previously before Refinedgrace and I realized that...we were for each other," he stated carefully.

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Coriolanus had been outside, enjoying the early spring sun. He was working on a garden that he had hoped would take root in the rocky soil. There were few plants who enjoyed the winter cold and the constant winds from the sea, but there were a few and he had collected them to be grown here. He had nearly dozed off in the garden when he heard Refinedgrace's sharp cry. The tiger knew that she was close to her time and for an instant, there was a flash of panic through him.

No, everything was okay.

The cream colored male padded in, his eyes widening at the sight of the young cubs. "Ref," he rumbled. There was a note of happiness in his voice as he approached, giving her a nuzzle. Names? He didn't know. It was just wonderful enough to have these cubs present in their life now that it left him without words.

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Coriolanus glanced over at Eurydice when she asked the question. It wasn't too much of a secret, but he preferred to keep it anonymous, seeing that his children of that litter had basically disowned him.

"Ah, no one important...we fell out after a while," he stated with a small chuckle, hoping to make it something a little bit more light-hearted. It was obvious that he was trying to steer the conversation away.

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"We are indeed," he answered. This little shred of happiness in his life gave him hope again, hope to believe that there could be something as real, eternal happiness in this bleak little world of theirs. Both of them had gone through enough for many lifetimes in the strange violent world they inhabited.

"Any ideas as to what to call them?" he asked. He bent his head down, closing his eyes, as he pressed his big muzzle against the cubs. They were warm and soft and just so precious, a little ray of sunshine in the dark coast that he had taken up residence. He had taken Eurydice's word to heart, really, finding a place that no one else would want to claim as their own.

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Coriolanus lived a bit north of the area in question and the tiger was immediately attracted by the sharp smell of smoke drifting over the horizon. He was immediately curious and worried for the safety of his little family when he saw the charred ruins of the farmhouse. That could've been his home.

"Lady Eurydice," he called as he spotted the white dragon. He didn't recognize Neva but offered her a curt dip of his head in greeting as he drew up towards them.

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Atticus. He read something of To Kill a Mockingbird. A very interesting little tale on the conflicts of the human world. He had to admit that he was surprised that they, the creatures of their own little world, didn't exhibit too much of the prejudices of the humans. Racism, sexism, homophobia...those seemed to be relatively minor problems here.

But the war.

"Atticus Greycub," Coriolanus murmured with a low rumble. He liked the name. It really filled his quirkiness and his like for these strange names. Was that bad of him? He glanced over the other cubs, two little girls with pale coats and faint stripes and spots. There was something in him that came out as a whim for a moment. "I suppose the name Lancelot for a girl might be interesting, no?"

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Coriolanus frowned slightly as he glanced over the ashes. "This should be reported to the king," the tiger remarked. The charred bodies were not a strange sight to him, but they still made his stomach turn. He could see that they had been tied up to the wooden posts of their houses and just....torched there.

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"Yes. That's all I need to be happy. A family and a peaceful place to live," Coriolanus shrugged with a small chuckle. His needs were so simple, really. He wondered about all the other people looking for some validation of happiness in their lives--it could be as easy as that.

"No, not many outside of you," the tiger answered. He remembered a few days, Paladin, Ace, along with others, but really didn't know any of them.

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"I can hope that she has the better angels of their nature, being a girl," Coriolanus murmured. "Lancelot Cumbercub." He had reconciled a bit with his father, though they hadn't talked. Perhaps Benedict would like to visit them one day with Martin. There was too little happiness left in the world that he was going to take advantage of having them be a big happy family again.

"Artemis," he agreed with a purr. He leaned down, giving her a nuzzle. "After Cinderstar? Embercub would be good." There, a cub named after both their fathers. Well, one of his and hers.

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Cori had taken the girls and Atticus out to King's Landing to get them acquainted with the place, but it seemed that the girls tended to wander by themselves. Of course, he was mildly disturbed that they had such liberties when he thought he had such a good eye on them but they always ended up coming home, albeit dirty, but they were safe. That was what mattered.

Now he was out here looking for them again. The cream colored golden tiger had a bag slung across his back as he wandered through the markets, looking for the familiar flash of pale cream fur.

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They were here. It was a little plot of land by a river delta that seemed like good farmland. Just south enough not to experience the worse of the winter when it came, but north enough that the population around wasn't too great. The keep of the Lord was still close enough if something came up.

Coriolanus tapped his cane against the rump of the two horses of the wagon to urge them down the path. The cottage was in good repair it seemed and it was rather roomy from the last time he had seen it. It had been the outing house for some Southron lord when he went to visit relatives in the North so it was nothing too cheap, but Cori had liked the place. There was a stable/barn attached to the site of the house for the animals and the forest was a short distance away.

The crippled knight was rather pleased with the whole place and glanced around towards the back of the wagon. "I think we're here," he murmured.

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There she was.

"Lancelot," Coriolanus stated as he strode over. Was that a pastry? He didn't recall giving her some money so she had to have stolen that. He frowned slightly, aiming to pull her out from the cranny.

He heard Eurydice's greeting and the golden tiger turned his head, offering Eurydice a small smile. "Hello, Lady Eurydice," he offered in return. He was mildly worried that Eurydice wouldn't take kindly to the cub stealing something in the city.

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"ThunderClan?!" Coriolanus remarked. Well, she was off doing what over there? Especially with their rapists and murderers there--that was a dangerous place. The golden tiger frowned slightly, his gray eyes narrowed. "Please stay inside Westeros at least until you're older. Those ThunderClanners--I don't especially trust them right now."

The golden tiger glanced over at Refinedgrace, a look of worry in his eyes. Ah, their little girls were growing up fast it seems. Perhaps there was more than a trace of Lancelot in the little cub.

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"Thank you," he answered. He wasn't sure how to reply to that. I hope you enjoy Westeros as well? His ears twitched slightly.

"Yes, my girls are pretty adventurous," Coriolanus answered with a chuckle. Both of them weren't girly girls, he could say, with Lancelot's brash nature and Artemis' wildness.

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Good...Lord.

Coriolanus was visibly surprised by the torrent of filthy words that came from Lancelot's mouth and he attributed that to the ThunderClanners teaching her words. Vulgar people made vulgar words, no? He winced a bit, his ears flattening.

He glanced over at Amatus and gave him a sharp glare, not appreciating the interjection. Lancelot was a cub. Barely apprentice aged. Throw a baby around the world and it was bound to land on something sharp eventually.

"Lancelot, you do not talk to your elders like that," the tiger warned lowly. He wondered how he was going to manage Lancelot, already so mature for her age. Ah, must be the old DarkClan and WindClan leaders showing.

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"I can't either," he answered. He really couldn't believe that this was possible, after all the hardships that Ref and him had endured in their year of life together. This was that little shred of happiness that he had been hoping for and clinging to and he couldn't describe the feeling that welled up in him--was it hope?

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