Old scores to be Settled }{ Bhu, Anyone else ...

[Zayden]

Blaze
Fury rips though my shoulder as someone tears into it I reel back and hope away quickly. My shoulder is bleeding heavily but surprisingly I feel no pain. "You two think u can take me this will last a lot longer and be more painful then your fathers fight" I growl mockingly. "FOOL" snarls a voice, then all of a sudden my feet are taken out from under me and I slam on back. My vision flickers as I try to regain my breath. "Who..." the word spilled out of my mouth, then I see a large white figure on top of me and it lean downs toward me... "Tell Ezhno I will see you both in hell!" it whispered. my eyes widen with fear and I come to realization. "Zayden!" it the last thing I can say before his massive paw slams into my throat and I fall back into nothingness....
Zayden
I step off the dead body and lick the blood off my paw, then I look up at the two lions, they seem small in size compared up to me. I am a unnaturally, fully grow insane lion. "It's that easy to kill that one your measly attempt was not compared to my effortless one" I rumble half laughing, half growling.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I made only a minute gash on the man's flank, my woman boring down on his upper body. The imbecile babbled on, but I merely ignored his every word. No matter his arrogance, he was little match for two lions. I was from a larger bloodline, trained by superior forces. As was Izaray. He was fighting against two felines that were trained by Annora, a beast molded into a weapon of mass destruction by murder ape hands. What did he have? Self teachings? As if that ever amounts to anything.

I pulled away to dodge the white mass that now took over the fight. I dug my teeth into Izaray's tail in hopes that I would pull the female from any danger the lion's presented. The mass killed his former comrad and I watched in guarded appreciation. The brute saved me the hassle of having mend any wounds Blaze happened to give to me or Izaray, if any. However, he was robbing Izaray the chance to avenge her father's death. Her well deserved right to rip apart of make the man who stole her hero's life suffer immensely. I would read Izaray on how to properly react to this theft. But, for now, I would defend our dignity from his arrogant, and greatly mislead words.

"Attempt? We hadn't even made contact yet. Blaze was barely an opponent for a lioness, so it shocks me a man of your stature would find any pride in killing him. Surely, being a fullgrown lion, you have taken down larger enemies. Blaze, Izaray, and myself are mere juveniles, thus, not yet full grown. Though, Blaze is older than her and I, so it should be expected we would need to assist each other." I rolled my eyes with nonchalance, not at all intimidated by Zayden, and letting him see that clearly. I sat back, tail neatly around my limps, and licked the trickles of Blaze's blood from my maw. I had the upmost confidence that, should Zayden dare attack, Izaray and I could outsmart him. The man was large--he is a full grown male afterall--but we were trained by Annora, whom dwelled in the insanity of Ende. It didn't bother me that I held that pride with some respect.

I didn't dare look to the silent heap that was once my great alpha. His great dynasty has had the sun set upon its rule, and it has risen on mine. I knew the death was a blessing, but it did not make the pain any less. Ezhno had been a friend. An arrogant bufoon, perhaps, but a clever brute that was always open to laugh with his heir. No one knew just how close Ezhno and I were. Most looked upon us an saw teacher and pupil. Perhaps that was all Ezhno saw of me--in fact, it probably was. But to me, the lost little no-it-all from almost 2 years ago, he was a father. A hero.

The god that I had dared to have faith in.

[Moon]

Conflicted, I watched with a mask of no emotion and merely calculating hostility, guarding my thoughts carefully. If I were to attack this Zayden fellow immediately, I could very well weaken myself and then further decrease my pride's faith in me. I was young and this move would remark upon myself something foolish. Words from my mother echoed in my ears.

"I pray many a night that you show some wisdom during your reign. Ezhno's end will be bloody and I only hope you will not return with it running across your back."

Back then I thought I understood this to be a criticism on my loyalty to Daddy, that she believed I could really try to take my own father's life. Now I knew that she merely wished and dreamed that I would have the good thought to avoid pointless battle. At one time in my life I would have jumped at this white male and taken his life to drag the carcass back to my pride and demand they mark it with our scent, diminishing his dignity into nothingness. With Ackacheta at my side, though, my mind cleared away these thoughts and only nodded solemnly.

This lion had done me a favor in acting on his own debt. I owed him nothing but safe passage away from my territory.

I lay my tail gently on Ackacheta's shoulder, asking him silently to support my decision and back it. Then, I looked straight into the eyes of this strange lion and spoke with a new authority, feeling my father's own tone reflected slightly in mine. "It matters not, lion. I wanted the revenge of taking this man's life; you did that for me. We are in your debt as you have defeated and killed an enemy, and therefore I owe you something. Let this be it and only so: leave our land unscathed. Take the body if you wish, he is of no use to us. And I honestly don't care what happens to him," I growled, digging my claws deep into the earth beneath me when suddenly the clouds rolled in completely and the sky broke with the sound of thunder and a lightning strike spreading across the thick covering above our heads.

The rain poured down onto my pelt, the earth's heat sizzled with the cooling water, and the sky mourned the death before us. I broke from Ackacheta and padded quietly to my father's dead body. He looked peaceful, though still strong. Closing my eyes, I buried my nose in his fur, saying goodbye, before grasping him in my jaws and lifting the front part of his body over my shoulder. He was too much for me on my own, and I looked to my beautiful Ackacheta, pleading for help.