06-02-2019, 02:36 PM
MALAKAI DIMERA
SABERTOOTH X TIGER - MALE - 21 MONTHS - CONQUEST/GREENSIDE
OOC- so sorry about the wait on this, we had an unexpected death in the family and I sort of dropped of the internet for a while. I'm back now though!
'Lost' may have been a fair word to describe Malakai at this point in his life, though granted it wasn't the word most people would use right off the bat. He had a confidence that seemed unshaken and certainty in all the moves he made in life, and most people who knew him would have described him with exactly those traits; confident, driven, certain, serious. And he was these things, the kind of person who didn't understand the meaning of the words laziness or injustice. He had a vision plain and clear in his head, a purpose he knew he had to achieve- by any means necessary. And in this sense he had a very clear idea of what his life should be and where he wanted to go, so it was easy to mistake him as an individual who knew exactly where he was in life, even if the truth was far from it. There was so much distance between him and his end goal that it was like the territory of Greenside itself, vast and endless, an entire world of space he had to journey across in order to get to where he needed to be. And while his end goals lay within that space waiting to be claimed so to did a long list of paths that would lead him away from it, paths that could discourage, corrupt, or entice him away from it. He knew all of this and more, and yet still he faced it down with his jaw set and his gaze unflinching, ready to take it on.
And he did so, one day at a time, taking the steps he knew were necessary. First had come the claiming of Greenside. The sprawling green plains and gentle sloping hillsides left a clean siteline in all directions, an endless blue sea of sky above them to match the endless green sea of grassland below it. It was a lush place with abundant prey that came in the form of birds, rabbit, deer, groundhogs, and various other grazers like elk and buffalo. The streams that cut through it also yielded fresh fish and and water for the clan, who were known to reside in a massive private school with a bordering farm. It was a self sustainable place that grew it's own food and bred it's own livestock, and so while hunting was available to those who enjoyed it, food was rarely in short supply.
the grounds of the school itself were well tended and spacious, with a large courtyard with various gardens surrounding the grounds, and a massive fountain at it's center. It was the bright and lively place, neat and presentable in it's looks with a welcoming vibe that spoke of a bustling and tight knit community.
it was the sort of place that Malakai would defend with his life, and it was the current center of his world. This life he'd been reincarnated into was one driven with purpose, a desire to leave behind a meaningful mark, and Greenside/Conquest would be that mark.
Today the young soldier had wandered far beyond his clans borders out into the neutral grounds that surrounded them. He had confined himself to the territory of his clan after intitially spreading the word about it, hoping that it would be enough to draw in the first wave of newcomers he would need to keep his group alive, but such was not the case. Outside of Hebi there'd been nobody, and the large feline had been forced into seeking out loners in the land beyond in hopes of recruiting some of them. It was hard for the sabertooth, if only because the world was so tainted. Most of the people he came across weren't the sort he'd openly invite to live within the walls of his home and most of these little outings ended in hostility or fights against those who crossed his path. As protective and polite as Malakai was to his own or others like them - peaceful individuals- he didn't have much patience for troublemakers. In fact, his tolerance for people who only wanted to do harm was almost nonexistence, and he had no qualms in acting as the judge and jury in those cases.
So as you could imagine he didn't have much hope for finding anyone decent that day, though he continued on just the same. He knew there were some who purposefully steered clear of him when they saw him coming, but that was understandable and he wasn't offended by it. Large, well built, covered in scars, his body was covered in deep onyx/blue fur that was highlighted with silvery stripes and icey blue eyes. The stiff, formal body language that usually accompanied him often gave him the appearance of someone who could be quite dangerous, and so when others turned away from him he didn't take it personally even though these were likely the very individuals he was seeking out to populate his new home. It made things difficult, but he'd never been easily deterred. Which was why when he spotted the figure of another coming around a fallen log a short distance away, he approached them despite his lack of faith.
At a glance the other didn't show any outward sign of being someone Malakai should steer clear of. He wore sunglasses and was sucking on a candy of some sort, the stick poking out between his lips as he made his way along with an air of casualness to him. Malakai tried to keep his own approach casual, but it was hard for him. He had become a controlled and disciplined individual over his multiple lives and capable soldier of war, and this was always visible in his movements. It made him come of as intimidating or unfriendly toward others, even when he wasn't trying to be.
"Uh, hey." he called in greeting with his deeper, neutral tone as he came closer, offering a nod of greeting he was sure was too curt. Socializing like this had never been a strong point in Malakais career. He didn't know how to start casual conversations and he had a hard time participating in them even when they were initiated by someone else- though the latter undoubtedly made things easier for him. A willing participant was easier to be friendly with than someone who was suspicious of you from the start. And so now the question came- what now? What did you say or do after walking up to a total stranger in neutrals grounds and said 'hello'? It was an awkward position he'd put himself in, but one he knew was necessary. Changes were never made by standing still, and this was a move Malakai had to make. "Are you new around here? I haven't seen you in the area before.." he'd say, figuring that was fair, right? He wandered these parts enough to know the usual faces, so if he played it off like that was his reason for coming over it would make things a bit less random.
"SPEECH
SABERTOOTH X TIGER - MALE - 21 MONTHS - CONQUEST/GREENSIDE
OOC- so sorry about the wait on this, we had an unexpected death in the family and I sort of dropped of the internet for a while. I'm back now though!
'Lost' may have been a fair word to describe Malakai at this point in his life, though granted it wasn't the word most people would use right off the bat. He had a confidence that seemed unshaken and certainty in all the moves he made in life, and most people who knew him would have described him with exactly those traits; confident, driven, certain, serious. And he was these things, the kind of person who didn't understand the meaning of the words laziness or injustice. He had a vision plain and clear in his head, a purpose he knew he had to achieve- by any means necessary. And in this sense he had a very clear idea of what his life should be and where he wanted to go, so it was easy to mistake him as an individual who knew exactly where he was in life, even if the truth was far from it. There was so much distance between him and his end goal that it was like the territory of Greenside itself, vast and endless, an entire world of space he had to journey across in order to get to where he needed to be. And while his end goals lay within that space waiting to be claimed so to did a long list of paths that would lead him away from it, paths that could discourage, corrupt, or entice him away from it. He knew all of this and more, and yet still he faced it down with his jaw set and his gaze unflinching, ready to take it on.
And he did so, one day at a time, taking the steps he knew were necessary. First had come the claiming of Greenside. The sprawling green plains and gentle sloping hillsides left a clean siteline in all directions, an endless blue sea of sky above them to match the endless green sea of grassland below it. It was a lush place with abundant prey that came in the form of birds, rabbit, deer, groundhogs, and various other grazers like elk and buffalo. The streams that cut through it also yielded fresh fish and and water for the clan, who were known to reside in a massive private school with a bordering farm. It was a self sustainable place that grew it's own food and bred it's own livestock, and so while hunting was available to those who enjoyed it, food was rarely in short supply.
the grounds of the school itself were well tended and spacious, with a large courtyard with various gardens surrounding the grounds, and a massive fountain at it's center. It was the bright and lively place, neat and presentable in it's looks with a welcoming vibe that spoke of a bustling and tight knit community.
it was the sort of place that Malakai would defend with his life, and it was the current center of his world. This life he'd been reincarnated into was one driven with purpose, a desire to leave behind a meaningful mark, and Greenside/Conquest would be that mark.
Today the young soldier had wandered far beyond his clans borders out into the neutral grounds that surrounded them. He had confined himself to the territory of his clan after intitially spreading the word about it, hoping that it would be enough to draw in the first wave of newcomers he would need to keep his group alive, but such was not the case. Outside of Hebi there'd been nobody, and the large feline had been forced into seeking out loners in the land beyond in hopes of recruiting some of them. It was hard for the sabertooth, if only because the world was so tainted. Most of the people he came across weren't the sort he'd openly invite to live within the walls of his home and most of these little outings ended in hostility or fights against those who crossed his path. As protective and polite as Malakai was to his own or others like them - peaceful individuals- he didn't have much patience for troublemakers. In fact, his tolerance for people who only wanted to do harm was almost nonexistence, and he had no qualms in acting as the judge and jury in those cases.
So as you could imagine he didn't have much hope for finding anyone decent that day, though he continued on just the same. He knew there were some who purposefully steered clear of him when they saw him coming, but that was understandable and he wasn't offended by it. Large, well built, covered in scars, his body was covered in deep onyx/blue fur that was highlighted with silvery stripes and icey blue eyes. The stiff, formal body language that usually accompanied him often gave him the appearance of someone who could be quite dangerous, and so when others turned away from him he didn't take it personally even though these were likely the very individuals he was seeking out to populate his new home. It made things difficult, but he'd never been easily deterred. Which was why when he spotted the figure of another coming around a fallen log a short distance away, he approached them despite his lack of faith.
At a glance the other didn't show any outward sign of being someone Malakai should steer clear of. He wore sunglasses and was sucking on a candy of some sort, the stick poking out between his lips as he made his way along with an air of casualness to him. Malakai tried to keep his own approach casual, but it was hard for him. He had become a controlled and disciplined individual over his multiple lives and capable soldier of war, and this was always visible in his movements. It made him come of as intimidating or unfriendly toward others, even when he wasn't trying to be.
"Uh, hey." he called in greeting with his deeper, neutral tone as he came closer, offering a nod of greeting he was sure was too curt. Socializing like this had never been a strong point in Malakais career. He didn't know how to start casual conversations and he had a hard time participating in them even when they were initiated by someone else- though the latter undoubtedly made things easier for him. A willing participant was easier to be friendly with than someone who was suspicious of you from the start. And so now the question came- what now? What did you say or do after walking up to a total stranger in neutrals grounds and said 'hello'? It was an awkward position he'd put himself in, but one he knew was necessary. Changes were never made by standing still, and this was a move Malakai had to make. "Are you new around here? I haven't seen you in the area before.." he'd say, figuring that was fair, right? He wandered these parts enough to know the usual faces, so if he played it off like that was his reason for coming over it would make things a bit less random.
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