Posts by ramses the great

[size=8]boop! tracking on this account
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[size=8]So ... All of his friends had headed to the Exiles, which meant he had gone to ScarClan. Genius, really - though Ramses had his motivations, and he'd be sure to visit his, ah, pals ... Later. Once he'd gotten settled in. But for now, the tiny feline was perched at the border, blue eyes staring straight ahead. " Hello? " Ramses called out, tail flicking.
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[size=8]SCREAMS FRAN

also Ramses is in ScarClan as a heads up
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[size=8]Drawing himself up, he cleared his throat, blinking ahead. " My name is Ramses the Great - or just Ramses, for it's ... easier - and I'm looking to join. " honestly, he would enjoy reaching people first once accepted, new potential recruits, and forcing the impossible riddles down their throats to see how they would react. It was a key part of being who he was, yes? The fun, the games, the deadly dances of the mind that proved a person's wit and/or prowess ... Ramses shifted about a bit, adjusting his headpiece.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]he nodded back to the male, a sort of nonverbal thanks, before turning to repertoire with an odd expression. " such a curious question ... alright, if you do not believe my mother to have been so stuck-up and arrogant as to name her child such - for she might have just loved the egyptians - i shall give my name a story for you, and you may take it how you please:

" there once was a small boy born in a hot land, and one day, he discovered riddles. one was told to him, quite simply, by an elder man one afternoon, one that it took him many minutes to solve, and upon solving it, he wondered, perhaps, if it was possible to ever create a riddle that, no matter how hard one tried, one could never solve.

" he became obsessed with the notion, creating riddle after riddle and testing each on random passersby as he grew, each new test becoming far more refined and complex than the last until, eventually, he created a riddle that nobody he knew could solve. he was pleased with this, but not pleased enough. he felt he had to test it on the world.

" so when he was old enough, this small boy - though he was not as small, now - set out on a grand tale, quizzing those he came by with this riddle. and people could not solve it, though they never spent much time on it, either. he began to notice this trend of defeatism, and wondered how to give people an incentive to try and solve his riddle.

" of course, he could not work it out, but he needn't do so, for riddles have a price and a cost, and one as grand as his attracted the great sphinx - or, one of their species, rather. it was intrigued, for it, too, was a master of riddles, and to find this boy capable of creating such a complex type of test was curious, to it. aware of its prowess, he asked it how it got people to answer its riddles, and it responded that death was a most effective incentive.

" so this boy, naturally, warped by his mad desire to convince people to try, did indeed threaten people with death, and all the while, lurking in the shadows - for it was a stealthily cunning beast, this sphinx, despite its size - the sphinx whispered suggestions in his ear, and for each failure, another body was added to the pile.

" now this was all well and good, but soon, the sphinx grew tired of the boy and his impossible riddle. it went to ask him its own - one it believed to also be impossible - but was shocked, horrified, even, when the boy answered it without even a moment's thought. now, the penalty for having a riddle solved is death, for a sphinx, but the boy offered to spare it if it could answer his riddle. of course, it could not, so the boy butchered the sphinx, as it was honour-bound to endure death due to its failure.

" however, unbeknownst to this boy, a sphinx is meant to kill itself upon death, lest disaster befall the riddling champion to doom it. and the sphinx, knowing this, allowed the boy to kill it, and thus, it cursed him. when a sphinx smells death, it collects the souls of all who died to it, or all those cursed before by a sphinx. live sphinxes also tend to quarrel over the souls of champions when they die - and, of course, it just so happened that this immortal and mighty sphinx had taken the soul of ramses the great.

" the boy, upon killing the sphinx, had blood spray into his mouth, and it poisoned him, to die. but as he had killed the sphinx, he gained what it had lost, and in his dying moments, merged with the soul of the deceased ramses the great - and, of course, the sphinx. and due to this, he could not go to the afterlife, trapped with the sphinx and the great pharaoh. this triad of souls eventually wore each other down over time into something new and different and not entirely aware, but aware of the tales, and they manifested into the physical form of a feline: yours truly. "

ramses gestured, then, with a vague smile, now aware that bruce was also present. " thank you, sir. mind showing me to camp? "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]being in a clan was indeed that great, hmm? ramses had yet to fully immerse himself in the apparent joy of clan life, but from what he could see, it was tolerable, at best. the thin, small male made his way over, blinking blue eyes at siobhan. " welcome to scarclan, then. my name is ramses. "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]whispers hi danny
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oh? an oldie? ramses had never met puck before, but that hardly bothered him now as he approached, surveying the male with stunning blue eyes. " welcome back, then, puck; i am ramses the great, though ... ramses is easier to stomach. " apparently, his full title was odd, around here, so he decided to shorten it, for the sake of ... these ... people.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]what was this? the feline looked rather uncertain, nervous, even, and so ramses was naturally curious; the thin male slipped over, regarding wildestfantasies with an enigmatic, unreadable gaze, taking a seat and wondering what they were to say. of course, it was none of his business, but ... if this was a clan, and the clan cared for one another, then he was thus allowed to snoop, was he not?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]the male made his way over at the call; battle training? he wasn't much of a fighter, really, but ramses would hang about, wondering if he could pick up a few things from these apparent warriors. " i believe i'll benefit more from watching, rather than participating. " he decided to state, taking a seat on the sidelines.
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