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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{New to the area but, just as before, the large lion watched quietly. This time, he wasn't alone, the twisting black mamba in his mane rippling his snowy white fur, ghostly blue eyes set upon his broad, speckled face as he watched. Something close to satisfaction wormed its way up his veins and his eyes filled with a sick, disgusting glee. He stepped forward, pushing past Giorno without a second thought and smirked to Nyria, How about the bite from the deadliest serpent in the world? Books say two drops could kill a human but I've always wondered how many bites it'd take to kill either something larger or smaller. He lifted a paw and Basil worked his way down the lion's leg, body hitting the ground with a thud and that loud, monstrous hiss leaving it's throat as it awaited command, coffin like head reared back and mouth opened to reveal the inky blackness that gave his species its name. Aldritch looked to Barghest for permission, the command word on his tongue as the saber was so... ready to watch this useless creature contort and writhe worst, his tongue lashing over his large fangs and maw, pale eyes a warning to the smaller felidae before him.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{The lion smiled watching the way the canid pulled the bottle close to him, ghostly blue eyes watching before he twisted his neck, large pops sounding from the relief of the spinal chord as he spoke again, The guy I had to bargain with was a sleazebag so I hope it's good. But, I mean, he did have some good books too so, I wouldn't doubt it. He shook out his short mane before he heard another voice and turned. Well, what an interesting creature, Cyrus was their name? He flashed one of his charming smiles as he let that guttural purr roll out between his large canine teeth, Please, the pleasure is mine. He flicked his bobbed tail and perked his ears. He was, probably, an actual slut at this point but... you don't get this rare of a collection of gold, wine, and books without doing some questionable things. He turned back to Barg though and waited for that bottle to pop open.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{It's not that hard, Basil! You slither to the ball, pick it up in your mouth, and come back! Came Aldritch's exasperated voice from some clearing over the canyon. A loud, annoyed growl followed along with a seemingly annoyed hiss from the Black Mamba that Ald loved so dearly was heard afterward. The saber-tooth lion had woke up excruciatingly early that morning and pulled Basil from his bed, grabbed the old, dilapidated rubber ball he found, and made his way to the top of the canyon, determination in the lion's ghostly blue eyes. And, well, it started when the sky was still dark with the sun barely showing it's face and now it was mid-afternoon with the hot sun boring down on the two creatures. His large shape stalked around the annoyed Elapidae, alabaster skull lowered and muttering angrily before he came to stand by the ball. He pawed it gently, turning slowly to look back in the direction of the snake. He then hooked one of his large claws around it and tossed it lightly in the air until it landed in his black paw, looking at the snake now with narrowed eyes, Watch this time! I swear, it's like you don't enjoy this game. He then swung his paw and sent the ball sailing over the snake and bouncing pitifully behind it. And Basil still didn't move.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{Oh come on! He said to Basil as the Black Mamba just sat there, staring at him with it's mouth open. Dumb, stupid snake. Bet he doesn't even have venom, Ald thought bitterly before another lion appeared. The large cat turned his head, ghostly blue eyes still annoyed before he noticed the other. He blinked and muttered, still clearly agitated but forcing his charm to even flicker, Nice to meet you, Tytos. I'm Aldritch and that- He turned to stare down the snake as he growled, annoying, grumpy little shit is Basilisk. The Snake hissed angrily in response and Ald slammed his paw to his face, so clearly done with his pet and friend. He dragged the black paw down his face and let out a heated sigh before turning to Tytos, bobbed tail flicking. The freckled beast spoke now, black ears perked, You're Damion's son, huh, the-uh uh Consul? His blue eyes looked curious and a small smile spread across his large canine teeth and pulled his face into a more approachable look.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{A third approached and... Ald instantly decided he did not like this one. It wasn't his first statement that annoyed him, no. But the second that made his pelt crawl worse than when he had a bad bout of ticks and had to pluck each and everyone from his pelt. He resisted his urge to growl though but, unlike the other, didn't hide his condescension, Ah, yes. Please tell me how to socialize with the animal I have raised since I were a cub. I know he doesn't like fetch, but it's the one thing I had while roaming this fucking forsaken land alone for less than two years and it's better to talk to Basil-he has a name and I'm sure you've heard it-than myself. But, obviously you know how to handle him. He flashed an annoyed smile at Giorno before turning and rolling his ghostly blue eyes and walking forward to pick Basil up, letting the serpent slither up his paw and lifting it to allow the deadly snake into his mane. He then sighed and spoke again, curt but... more pleasant, My name is Aldritch Terentius Varr, Giorno Giovanna. You were out of line and, between me and you, never tell me how to care for my friend. He's more than an animal. He's my companion and he's the only family I have. He was straight to the point with what annoyed him, turning to look at the other with cold, ghostly eyes, slithering black tendrils of shadowy smoking ebbing from his black paws in his annoyance. But. He had to be pleasant. Pleasantries with those around you.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{The sabered Lion watched quietly, black bobbed tail sat beneath him. It didn't surprise him that The Exiles held trials, some snickers catching his black ears told him others found it ironic. But after being witness to many familial trials and executions, it was a no wonder why Ald's father went mad and a curiosity within itself that Ald hadn't followed in his footsteps yet. The large male inhaled, ghostly blue eyes focused on the defendent himself, Damion's son if anything were to be assumed. How sad. Ald's own mind flickered to some of his deceased brothers' trials. The anger in his frothing father's maw was different than the somber, quiet look upon the King of the Canyon. Plus, no outraged yells, no lionesses having to hold Balthazar down, no blood being shed. It was... calm. And he didn't know if he should be relieved or... even put off for the fact of the peace this had hanging in the air. But he kept quiet, shoulder's tense and eyes slightly looking haunted as he half-expected the slaughter to begin.}

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• FRATER MEUS || Joining || Ald and Basil join The Exiles | 06-09-2019
• RELAXATION - open; bonfire || Ald meets Barghest and Cyrus at a bonfire party. His book obsession is mentioned | 06-09-2019
• HEAVY TIME - open; capture + torture || Ald comes across a torture and reveals how sadistic he can be | 06-09-2019
• DUKE, DO YOU WANT THE BALL?? | "fetch", O || Ald attempts to play fetch with Basil and snaps at Giorno | 06-10-2019
• THE LIGHT OF DIVINITY | BALTHAZAR'S TRIAL || Ald reflects on his past while watching Balthazar's trial | 06-10-2019

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{The lion sauntered forward in a lame track post, waiting patiently for his task.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{Because the merchant was a dragon, He said, a chuckle leaving his throat, Besides, it was more of a trade than a sell. The wine was just a tip. Young ears meant he had to be... pg. But, when the cub spoke the lion murred, not wanting to answer for the wolf but... I don't know about Barghest but! I wouldn't want a family for the reason that they'd probably catch something on fire and burn me and my 80 plus wives and husbands while we're sleeping, He joked light heartedly as he rose to get the cub some of the rabbits which, from what he knew in the markets, meant they cooked quickly. He picked one up and set it down, chuffing slightly. He then turned to get his own slab of... lupurca. His incisors ripped off a fat slab and he turned to lay back on the bare ground, too polite to get the meat on the blankets everyone laid on. Berries and vegetables were great but... he could never get them out of his teeth.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{Damion approached next and the other lion made Ald itch to stand up again. Maybe it was because this one gave him flashbacks of his father, strolling into a room smelling rank of some old, horrid liquid or it was a natural instinct of the lion to appear strong before another of it's type-especially since Ald's mane was less than extraordinary-but he resisted, merely lifting his head and chuckling, Not telling leaves others to find out and then they have something they know I don't want them to know. I think it's best to tell them upfront I'm a kinslayer, committed patricide, matricide, and pretty much led to the end of my family's bloodline that night by a mere fluke. Only survivors are me, my twin, and my older half-brother and I have no clue where those two are. He then shrugged and rolled his shoulders, turning to Rose now. A true marvel of interest to the lion, he smirked as the hybrid spoke. More like a... victim but, you learn to use those aspects to survive after awhile, He said nonchalantly, a shrug upon his shoulders, A whore is a whore no matter their beginnings and I just so happen to have been quite a rich whore. He smirked, flicking his bobbed tail.}

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^{An Exile but still a hoarder, the lion trotted into the trade center, Basil around his neck and a belt of pouches full of gold and other trades jingling on his hip. He paused, inhaling deeply with pale, ghostly blue eyes twinkling in his excitement. He had gotten a message that a rare book was here somewhere amongst the merchants and hopefully for sale for less than most of his books. A few merchants were busy with customers, their faces hidden by shadows of designed clothing, masks, and other assortments-tailors if you will-with lines of people to their stalls, looking at the rare silks, expensive fabrics, and overpriced handkerchiefs. The lion snorted and straightened his shoulders, pushing through one of the crowds with black ears perked for the sound of rustling pages, the soft voice of a typical bookseller, anything he had learned amongst his travels. But there was nothing but the speaking of others, whirring of air elemental street performers, and the shouts of sleazebags selling overpriced items. He sighed, ignoring a persistant reptilian creature as it tried to sell him... eyeglasses? The lion snorted, making his way to a shaded portion and sitting, downtrodden and... frankly disappointed. It had been a day's travel to reach here from the canyon and his fucking paws hurt so bad. He laid back against the stone, hitting the side of his head a couple of times in his stupidity.}

^{DEARLYDEPARTED !}

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