OoC: Alright, guess I’ll use Kisasian for this too, then. Profile to be found
here. I hope you are aware of the risks of battling me.
BiC:
Kisasian moved slightly hunched over as he crept along the base of Pride Rock. The sun had since long gone set, and now only the moon and the stars were visible to light his path. The large feline didn’t worry though, as he, just like all of his kind, possessed excellent night vision.
“
I’m telling you, this is a bad idea”
Kisasian wasn’t startled from hearing a voice in his head, nor did he begin to worry for his sanity. He knew Shiru well by now, how the old shaman somehow came up with a way to forever keep an eye on his former novice.
“
I just want to take a look, I’m not after trouble. They won’t even know I’m here.”
Kisasian tried to assure his old friend. Moving on another Pride’s territory was always risky, and Shiru had been worried ever since they saw the first tracks from the Pride Rock lions.
“
I doubt anything I say can change your mind. Go ahead then, but don’t come to me and complain if they catch you.”
The connection of their minds broke as the old shaman locked himself into a corner of the warriors head. Kisasian knew he would come back later and didn’t worry. In fact, he enjoyed the feeling of being alone.
His eyes gleamed white as he began to climb the rock, the symbol of the mighty lions’ control of the grass lands.
He reached the plateau and stared in awe out over the Savannah. A silver ocean spread out before him. The moon gave the grass a grey tone and a faint breeze sent ripples through it, faint waves that never stopped.
Asante Sana
Squash Banana
Wi wi nugu
Mi mi apana
Kisasian spun around at the words. At first he couldn’t see anything, then he made out a dark figure against the even darker stone. It was a monkey. A mandrill, to be more exact, his blue face gave him of.
Asante Sana
Squash Banana
Wi wi nugu
Mi mi apana
The words came from the monkey’s mouth. It sounded a lot like a cub’s play, though the lion couldn’t really understand the words. He moved forward, curious on who this character was. His ears twitched as he tried to make out any sounds that could warn him for ambushes. Nothing happened.
“Greetings, king of the Valley Lions. And welcome to Pride Rock.”
“You know who I am?”
Now Kisasian was really confused. He was far from his home, on another Pride’s territory and this strange monkey knew who he was!
“Ah, yes, but of course. The kings of old told me of your arrival. I made sure the Pride went out on a hunt so you would be undisturbed for your test.”
The monkey picked up a staff from the ground and pointed up to the sky.
“My test?” the warrior lion’s voice was not so little confused. “What test? I haven’t heard of a test!”
“Ha-ha, no, of course
you don’t know of the test. But he does!”
First now, Kisasian noticed the dark shape that was coming at him. All his senses told him this creature wasn’t friendly and with a growl he drew his sword from his back.
“Come right up, I’m ready to play.”
He muttered as he waited for the creature to reveal itself.