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gilbert x aima harbringer

34 moons old as of 2/2019

male american cave lion

a heavyset male cave lion with gray-black pelt with reddish highlights that fades down to white on his belly and paws. there are pale black spots along his hindquarters and back. the scarce mane is auburn looking, almost fiery, which provides a striking contrast against his darker pelt. eyes are pale green-blue. most strikingly, he has overgrown fangs that hang from his jaws and two horns that curve from his head. there is a scar across his right cheek.

good natured, flirtatious, loyal, protective

quick to take offense, arrogant and cocky

physically hard, mentally hard

fire manipulation and fire pelt

human au appearance is hayden christensen

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Oh, fucking boy, he was going to hate the beaches here, but the place seemed like a pretty okay spot to settle down for a bit. Quiet, didn't seem like there was too much going on here, and he doubted that someone would want to tell him what to do. The cave lion came up to the borders--on the mountainous side, of course--and glanced over the border, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the smell of RiverClan.

Seemed to him now that all he had to do was sit down and wait for someone to come by and accept him. It was the same thing in every damn Clan, waste of his time, to be honest, but hey, that was tradition and people were suckers for tradition.

The first to approach him was a dog who jabbered out some imcomprehensible bullshit. Well, not exactly incomprehensible--Aphelion had heard the language before in his travels and knew the label on it to be French. "Sorry, I don't speak baguette," he answered back cheekily with a slight grin. All in good joke, to be honest. He himself preferred English and knew a smattering of German, courtesy of his father.

However, soon enough they were joined by another dog. He always thought some dogs were weird looking as fuck and this was one of them. What kind of animal had a smushed up face like that? There was a flick of the ear as the canine spoke in something he could actually understand. Well, Aphelion could appreciate that. "Here to join, I guess. You probably need to accept me first, though," the cave lion returned with good humor.

The big baguette didn't seem amused with what he was saying. The lion offered the canine a snaggletoothed grin before his pale eyes turned towards the small baguette who seemed to actually speak English. He was asked for his name and he put a paw to his furry chest, returning, "Aphelion Harbringer, at your service, croissant." Ah, he was too clever, keeping up with the French bread theme. "Bonjour! Privjet! Guten tag!" His father might strangle him if he heard him speaking a word of Russian, but the old man wasn't here right now.

His head turned as he heard another noise. Laughing, was it? Seemed like his witticisms actually had a fan, unlike the dour Frenchmen over here. "Pleasure! Aphelion Harbringer," he repeated, for her sake. He did love saying his name, after all.

Rivers were okay. As long as they didn't have a sandy bottom. He preferred the mud, to be honest. Mud was much, much better than sand--it had so much more uses than sand, too. Injured? Slap some mud on it--it stopped the bleeding. Bee stings? Slap some mud on it--wait for it to dry and take it off with all the stingers. Burn? Slap some mud on it--perfect relief. He had a lot of experience with the last one, considering the fact that whenever he was anger he had a tendency to burst into flames.

Now sand--what the fuck, it wasn't useful at all, really. It was just annoying and got everywhere. Perhaps he was being a little bit too hateful, but Aphelion did have every reason to hate sand. He was thinking about it as he padded along the riverbank, enjoying the way his paws squelched into the mud. The cave lion would have to clean it later, but eh--that was for later. At the sound of someone in the water, the sabertoothed feline raised his head, his seafoam eyes finding the figure of the feline in the water. Sasha, was it? She seemed like a decent person, compared to the others who had greeted him at the border. "Hey, how do you manage to clean your wings?" He heard some stuff about how birds clean it and wondered how cats, who did not have the same apparatus as birds, do it.

If he had been a little more sheltered from the realities of the world, Aphelion would've found it laughable that a little scrap like LeFou would've been able to claim the deer as his own kill. Fortunately, that was not so and the lion had watched and observed croissant shoot a bow with telekinesis. Voila! The deer is dead. "Bravo, bravo," he offered as he approached. His green-blue eyes went over towards the others present, his gaze lingering on some sort of black robotic monstrosity with mild curiosity before the cave lion's gaze turned back to LeFou. "Picnic, you say? Do you think we could change the location? Beach is kinda open. Heard what happened with BlizzardClan and their meteors." He liked picnics and that sort of thing--just not the locale.

One wouldn't have considered the fact that Aphelion had an affinity for fire just by looking at the cave lion, though when one knew, it was easier to appreciate the colors of his fur. Dark, like the last smoldering coals in the hearth, and fiery in the case of his mane. Aphelion was definitely a little bit vain and he thanked God that his colors were very matching with his abilities. After all, he wouldn't want to be a green lion with fire.

Humming to himself, the lion merely cruised the territory, acquainting himself with his surroundings. He only stopped when he hit the border, when he realized that the RiverClan smell sharply petered off into nothing. Might as well refresh the markings right? Nothing screamed 'this is my territory!' better than physical marks on the tree. With a cocky smirk on his features, Aphelion sauntered over to the thick trunk of a tree nearby. Instead of clawing across the bark to mark the lands like other large cats would, the cave lion pressed his paw against the surface. There was a hiss and a crackle and smoke came from beneath his paws and when he pulled the limb away, it left a burnt impression of a large paw print on the bark.

Aphelion was not very appreciative of the location of RiverClan's caverns. Brushing his dislike for walking through the beach aside, it was the matter that they were caves underground and below the water line, he was sure, at least from when he had asked about it. It seemed to be an impending disaster waiting to happen--some old tunnel caves, crashing inwards to unleash a deluge of saltwater down into the camp. Aphelion didn't want any of that and he made his intentions clear by finding a spot more mainland, a nice sheltered clearing by a brook that ran into the main river.

However, that didn't mean he didn't want to see the cave. Aphelion shook sand out of his scarce mane as he entered, sneezing and huffing with annoyance at the grit that always seemed to get stuck in the tufts of hair. Glancing back up, he spotted someone he didn't know and two people he did. "Hey," he offered in his usual good-natured manner as he followed them inside.

There was a small hum of appreciation at the sight. Aphelion wasn't too religious, but the Harbringer did hear of certain beliefs about how death by fire was the cleanest one of all--there was none of that decaying stuff, no moldering down, and just clean, clean ashes left behind. Fire was pure like that and it only made him appreciate his abilities even more than he did.

An ear twitched as he heard someone address him. The cave lion turned his head, spotting the apprentice from the corner of his eye, before he fully angled around to face the smaller creature. And what a creature it was! Aphelion never ceased to be amazed by the strange forms that the world seemed to spew out. This one looked like it had taken a beating at the hands of something, but seeing that it was too prying to ask, Aphelion did not and merely continued the line of conversation. He might seem like an asshole occasionally, but he had morals and respected people's privacy. "Hell yeah, I just did," he returned with his usual cocky smirk. "Cool, right?" Aphelion raised the same paw he used to brand the tree, smoke curling from the black pawpads which still had some hint of glowing cinders still on his skin.

Basking in the glow of adulation, Aphelion almost didn't register Desmond's inquiry until he noticed that there was someone new here. An ear twitched slightly and the feline turned his head towards the RiverClan leader. He'd only been here for a day and despite that, he hadn't met the leader before so he was not very aware that Desmond was the leader. "It doesn't tell them that it's RiverClan--just don't mess with the people in it, eh?" Aphelion answered. He had heard a decent amount of RiverClan's troubles with antiClans. Maybe that would help if the enemies knew that there was a bad motherfucker like him here.

The cave lion turned his head towards the small Gejanju as he replied with a cheery tone, "Ah, no worries--I'm pretty sure that the world's full of surprises. You could have powers you don't know about, right?" Waving his paw, he let the small smolders fall off before blowing at it to get the clinging ashes off. He seemed to be in a popular spot because as soon as he was done cleaning his paw, he spotted the bulldog there. Oh, seemed like that guy got around a lot--Aphelion seemed to encounter LeFou every time he turned his head. He wouldn't be surprised to see the bulldog watching him while he was taking a dump later on or something, if that hadn't happened yet and he hadn't noticed it.

Meetings. Egh. He almost wasn't tempted to go because of the location. Already, he could feel the grit creeping into his fur and he snorted occasionally and shook his head to get the fine grains of sand off him. The cave lion swept a generally sand-free spot with a paw before settling his haunches down, his pale gaze shifting over to Desmond for announcements.

Didn't seem like LeFou was happy with him. The cave lion raised a brow. "You're French and small. So, I thought up of a French bread that was on the smaller side," Aphelion answered, his tone not darkening. He was surprised that his joke was taken so badly, but some people were sensitive and quick to offense. Most would've laughed it off. This one snorted at him. "Lighten up, man. Why so serious? They say if you frown too much, it'll cause wrinkles." Not like the bulldog needed anymore, to be honest.

Sasha's words took him by surprise. Outside of his father, Gilbert, Aphelion had not conversed with too many people in German. The cave lion was mildly pleased by the sudden turn of events, though he wasn't sure if he could match her words. After all, it had been a while and his mastery of the language had been rusty at the best. There was a small chuckle as he hesitated slightly, digesting her words, before offering haltingly, "Danke. Ich spreche nur ein bisschen deutsch. Ich habe von meinem Vater gelernt--er war Preußen." He concluded it with a bright grin of sorts, wondering if his efforts were good.

However, when he heard something approach, something large approach, Aphelion turned his head, his green-blue eyes widening in surprise at some sort of black monstrous thing coming out. This fucking thing lived in RiverClan? What the hell was it, even? His smile faded and his mouth opened slightly, but his parents didn't raise him to be no bitch. This one was clearly aggressive, walking with a purpose towards him growling and all that, and Aphelion knew from long experience that aggressive people would only bully the other into submission and take advantage of him if he let them.

The jaws snapped shut and his lips curled slightly, peeling back to emphasize his already overgrown canines. The cave lion wasn't going to be intimidated by whatever the fuck that was--Aphelion was big and still growing--and although the strange creature might be bigger, the Harbringer wasn't going to back down. "The fuck is your problem?" he returned, a challenging tone to his voice. The words came back in a deep, low rumble from his chest and smoldering cinders came from his jaws as he spoke, his pale eyes hardening to jade. All trace of his good nature was gone in a flash, as if a wildfire had consumed it.

Two others approached and Aphelion flicked an ear, acknowledging their presence with that gesture, though his attention was still on the winged feline. He nodded along, listening to her explanation. Ah, okay that made decent sense. However, the water was refreshing? Oh boy, maybe he could go in for a dip. Unlike most other lions, most cave lions (at least the ones he knew) didn't boast a gorgeous mane like the african and asian species. Aphelion's 'mane' was scarce rather and was more just like different color, slightly longer hair covering the area where his mane should be. Thus, even with his affinity for fire, the male wasn't exactly averse to water since it didn't take too long to dry.

"Water's nice?" He didn't need an invitation before he jumped into the water, completely submerging, before his head and shoulders popped out. Jaws open, gasping, as he steadied himself on the muddy bottom. The mud was awfully nice and there was a pleased smile on his features as he offered, "Wahhh, yeah that's definitely pretty refreshing."

Since he didn't especially like the beach areas of RiverClan territory, Aphelion found himself mostly hugging the mountainous border side of their territory. 'Border patrol,' he would answer if he was asked about it, though some of it was border patrol and the other part of it was finding some nice place to rest.

It was on one of these 'patrols' that he heard a loud splash in the river. That was definitely something big and the cave lion lifted his head, his muzzle to the air. A familiar scent was caught and an ear twitched slightly as his eyes widened in recognition. Well, could it be? He hadn't seen the other in quite some bit and a slight smirk came across his jaws as he began heading in the direction of the sound.

When he arrived, he saw the other male hauling himself out, looking a bit ridiculous with all that lovely wet fluff he called his mane. Unlike Mercer, the cave lion's mane was very much shorter. "Well, don't you look like a fish outta water, bud," Aphelion drawled as he stepped up towards Mercer. Bringing a paw forward, he attempted to push Mercer's hair back so that the wet lock of his mane wasn't blinding the kiddo. "Welcome to RiverClan, how may I help you?"

There was another growl as the other edged closer and all that Aphelion could tell was that it was just some four-legged machine monstrosity. The cave lion wasn't too friendly with humans--a couple had attempted to capture him for their own nefarious purposes and were almost successful, at least until they realized they had underdosed him with the tranquilizer and not accounted for the fire. He usually avoided them with extreme prejudice due to that incident and the sight of this creature that looked so suspiciously of human manufacture caused the scar across his face to prickle slightly and the silent snarl to emphasize itself on his face. Instead of backing off, Aphelion padded right up to Anakin, shoving himself into the other's space almost aggressively as well.

The RiverClanner's next words caused his ears to flatten and there was confusion on his mind. What? Did he see the whole Clan as his harem or something? Due to the strange look of the creature, the last thing Aphelion thought this would be was a lion. It wouldn't have crossed his mind that this was even a lion, to be honest. Sure, he'd encountered a couple of primitive male lions that still coveted their harems but they were savages compared to what the rest of lionkind had become. If he had known that was the case, the cave lion might have been more understanding, but no--he had no clue what this creature was even and he certainly didn't like the fact that he was being questioned so aggressively.

"Why the fuck would that matter? Is RiverClan your personal fucking whorehouse or something?" Aphelion snapped right back, spunky as ever. Puffs of ash came from his paws as he took his steps forward and the tips of his short tufts of mane began to spark with the beginnings of fire. He'd already introduced himself and here he was to join. "I don't like it when some asshole decides to get into my face. I'm Aphelion fuckin' Harbringer. What the fuck are you?"

ooc // lol

He was expecting the cheeky reply. "It really depends on what it is," the cave lion returned, amusement in his eyes and a smirk dancing on his lips. Aphelion was definitely excited to see Mercer again and the RiverClanner ducked his head down, aiming to give the nudge that Mercer happened to think about giving. He didn't exactly mind being wet, enjoying water a lot more than most felines would. He didn't even care too much when Mercer shook himself dry, some of the water misting onto his dark fur. Instead, Aphelion reached out a big paw, aiming to give the other lion a playful swat as retribution.

"Nice to see you, too, Mercer," he agreed. How long had it been since he had last seen the other? He gave the other male another sniff again, noting the scent of many clinging onto his pelt as well. Had he joined a Clan too? At the inquiry about the water, Aphelion shrugged his shoulders. "Ahhh, wanted a change of scenery," the cave lion answered. "What have you been up to? Joined a Clan as well?"

The accusation that he might hurt cubs sickened him. Aphelion was not that type of person, no. Not that type of lion, either. The RiverClanner's words now made more sense to him, but still, that was no way to inform someone about it. To be classed with other lions, the primitive ones that actually practiced these barbaric traditions offended him, to say the least. Both his parents raised him better than that, but it seemed that this one here was still stuck in the savage state of mind. "I'm sorry? Do you think I would be joining a Clan if I wasn't willing to live in peace with everyone else?" Aphelion snarked back, attempting to shove his face right against the bastard's poor excuse for one.

The threat was not lost on him and he felt an urge to fucking sucker-punch this bitch in the face for continuing to threaten him like that. "Not if I kill you first, cunt," he returned, not even disguising his words with guttural snarls, the flames beginning to come out in earnest, flaring from the back of his neck. Aphelion could take a jab at why Anakin was saying it in words only he could understand. He probably didn't want to let others know that he was threatening the newcomer and he wanted to threaten him specifically. He was sure the other RiverClanners weren't supportive of this display--who would? It was a terrible representation of how friendly he heard RiverClan was.

At this point, Aphelion didn't care who this fucker was. No one tried to bully him and would earn or should expect any respect from him. "Now fuck off," the cave lion spat before pointedly turning away from Anakin. He was pleased that the other RiverClanners were aware of the guy's attitude and it seemed like he was certainly a dick--and not only to him, too. There was a small snort, smoke coming from his jaws, before he shook his mane, putting out the short-lived conflagration.

His head turned slightly as he saw the canine rush to the scene to inquire the circumstances of the situation. Aphelion was still too much in a huff to speak and he merely cast a glare towards Anakin, his eyes as hard as jade. LeFou was nice enough to offer a pretty good explanation. "I don't hurt kids," the cave lion clarified again, a trace of a growl still in the timber of his voice.

His muzzle wrinkled slightly as Anakin continued on with his prattling about infanticide. Though there was a part of him that was self-righteous and still offended with the whole affair, there was another part of him that understood that concern to protect. However, Aphelion justified his annoyance with the fact that it could've been approached a better way. There was no need to growl at him and throw death threats. A simple 'you're a male lion. i have cubs. don't hurt my kids' would've been fine enough.

Aphelion's ears flattened as the argument continued and his muzzle wrinkled with disgust as the sore point was brought up about the once primitive culture of lions. He found himself agreeing with some points; outside of those lions he encountered living in the traditional prides, he'd never seen male lions try and follow all their instincts like that. Certainly, he never had an overwhelming urge to kill children. From their words, it also seemed like the other male had a few haters in the Clan. Aphelion could also understand that. From what he'd seen of Anakin, he was a dick.

"I'm...gonna...go then," he grunted as a kid, probably Anakin's cub, joined in on the screaming match. Greatest male lion? Well, seems like he thinks he owns the place.Judging from what Aphelion saw. She was kinda cute, at least. For now, he didn't want in on the argument, seeing that his interaction with Anakin was basically over. Aphelion didn't want to accidentally set any part of their territory on fire should his rage get the better of him.

Even as Anakin addressed him, Aphelion made a small snort, embers coming from his jaws. "No, thank you," he returned with curt politeness. The cave lion backed away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of the verbal artillery they were firing at each other. When Desmond stepped in to cut through, Aphelion found himself a little bit grateful. However, he was already angling to head off into the territory, now that he was accepted. "Smell ya later then."

ooc // Aphelion is out!