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Post by wingsofsage on May 20, 2007 21:59:11 GMT -5
Frost 'blurs' up next to her and says, "Now?" totally ready for the fight and not really thinking about anything else at this time.
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Post by starcrossed on May 20, 2007 22:11:42 GMT -5
Without moving her eyes from Greer, Julianna lowers her voice and says, "No. First I will take care of him. Busy yourself with finding the ones who pose a threat and those who are the victims here." Raising her voice again, she says, "I am here, Mr. Kartane, on behalf of a dear friend of mine - a girl who has become like a daughter to me. I believe you are acquainted with her - Janelle Angelline?" There are some murmurs from the werelions back in the main group at the mention of Janelle, but they're silenced when Greer turns and shoots them all a dark look. Turning back to face Julianna, he says, "I recall the girl. Cub of the Rex before me." "Indeed. You killed her father." Turning on the balls of her bare feet, Julianna begins to pace slowly and says, "Due to some rather unique circumstances, I have been forewarned that there are some things that need to be taken care of in order to prevent some extremely unfortunate events." She pauses and looks Greer in the eye and says in a pitying tone of voice, "It simply wouldn't do, you see, to leave so many loose ends lying around that could come back to bite me and mine in the ass." Resuming her pacing, she says, "Janelle is unwell at the current time, so she is unable to call in the debt herself.. So I find that the duty falls to me. And quite frankly, I hardly have any objections to that. In fact, I think I'll rather enjoy it." Greer growls and asks gruffly, "What the blazes are you on about?"
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Post by wingsofsage on May 20, 2007 22:14:51 GMT -5
Frost goes and tells people to stand 'there' or 'there' and they do so, while Julianna keeps the head hancho busy.
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Post by starcrossed on May 20, 2007 22:23:44 GMT -5
With a long-suffering sigh, Julianna comes to a halt in front of Greer and says, "What I'm trying to say here, Mr. Kartane, is that I'm going to kill you." No sooner had the words left her mouth than she flew into motion, simultaniously shifting her hands and feet to accomodate claws, her canines lengthening, and eyes becoming feline all within midleap as the pounced at Greer. Catching him by surprise she pinned him to the ground and kicked out with her feet, dragging her claws through the flesh of his legs. He then began to shift as well, and they became twin blurs of motion, the metallic tang of blood soon drifting on the wind as each got in blows upon the other. None of the other werelions moved to help their Rex - they knew the significance of this fight, and none would interfere.
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Post by wingsofsage on May 20, 2007 22:28:21 GMT -5
[YAYAYYAYAYAYAYA! GETS TO SLAUGHTER PEOPLE NOW!!!!! lol.]
Frost quickly goes into action, slaughtering the one of the groups of people he had seperated from the crowd. Doing awful and horrible things to them that can't be described on here... because i'm lazy as hell and don't feel like typing it all.
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Post by starcrossed on May 20, 2007 22:45:05 GMT -5
After a brief fight that I'm too lazy to type out right now, maybe later, during which both Julianna and Greer had shifted into fully feline forms, Julianna gained the upper hand. Greer had a broken leg and a long slash across his midsection that his insides were pressing against dangerously, among numerous other, less serious injuries. She could now carry out the execution at her leisure. Stalking in a circle around the prone lion, Julianna carefully examined him, judging how much damage she could do without killing him. Now and then she would step forward, sink her claws into his flesh, and drag them slowly, lazily through, eliciting roars of pain from Greer. Over the course of the next half hour, Julianna dragged out his death as long as possible while keeping him in as much pain as possible. She shredded his tail, ripped his ears to tatters, knocked out his teeth, gouged his eyes out, tore his male bits off with enthusiasm, and sliced his stomache open more, allowing his intestines to spill out onto the ground, among many other horrific things that I'm too lazy to think of. Seeing as he was pretty much as close to death as one can get without actually being dead, Julianna stepped back, sitting on her haunches, and tilted her head as she looked him over. Then, in another blur of motion, she darted forward and sank her teeth into his throat, then ripped that out too with a spray of blood. Turning to the rest of the pride, whose beasts had risen to the surface, called by the scent of blood, but who had not shifted yet, she let out a deafening roar of victory. Those who had survived Frost's onslaught roared in return , and then they, too, shifted. With another chorus of roars led by Julianna, they rushed forward in a wave of moving bodies, converging on the dead former Rex, and began to feast - Julianna among them.
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Post by wingsofsage on May 20, 2007 22:51:13 GMT -5
Frost walked casually over to her and knelt down beside her. He lent forward and licked her cat lips, tasting the blood on them. He then looked at her in astonishment at what he just did, and backed up, hiding his face from her.
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Post by starcrossed on May 20, 2007 23:02:17 GMT -5
Julianna just looked at him blankly, feline eyes feral and unreadable, then returned to the victory feast. Julianna isn't home right now, please leave a message and she'll get back to you when she's done playing Hannibal Lecter. The 'dinner party' didn't last much longer, since there was one body and many mouths, and when it was over, one by one the werelions approached Julianna, keeping their gaze averted and tails low. They would ritually lick at one of her forepaws, then roll onto their sides and wait until she bent down and touched her nose to theirs. They would then stand and move out of the way for the next cat until they'd all gone through this routine and converged around her, sniffing and grooming her and making small grunting sounds, occasionally sighing or puffing. Lions do not purr, but that was their equivalent to it.
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Post by wingsofsage on May 20, 2007 23:04:56 GMT -5
Frost takes a look at her and figures he'd let her do her business. He left a note for her on the rock, telling her that he had gone back to the cafe for a bite to eat. (no pun intended)
[After a while, he gets worried for her not returning and goes back to the lunapar]
He walks up to see Julianna laying down against the flat rock. He runs up to her and says, "Julianna, How are you feeling?" KNowing that she gets sick after things like that.
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Post by starcrossed on May 20, 2007 23:12:49 GMT -5
Naked, since all her clothes but the jacket and shoes she'd taken off earlier were destroyed when she shifted, Julianna's only reply is to retch violently some more, tears streaming down her face. Between vomiting she would press her face tiredly against the cold rock, trying to cool herself down and get control over her stomache, which kept heaving long after it had emptied itself. Off to the side, a few yards away, the surviving portion of the pride huddled together in human form, watching her. Some of them had tried to approach and comfort her earlier, only to be snarled at and driven away.
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Post by wingsofsage on May 20, 2007 23:16:04 GMT -5
He held her hair back and clouded her mind for a few minutes to give her some relaxing time. He then took off his coat, then the weapons, and then shirt, sat down and puled her into his lap, craddling her against his bare body; knowing that bare skin was a comfort to the cat family.
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Post by starcrossed on May 20, 2007 23:19:34 GMT -5
Burying her face in his chest, all Julianna can do for a long time is sob brokenly and shake uncontrolably, the sweat from being so violently ill cooling slowly against her skin.
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Post by wingsofsage on May 20, 2007 23:21:08 GMT -5
He strokes her hair and holds her a little firmer, trying to help the shaking. He finally strips down nude and spoons her body close to his, seeing if that helps any.
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Post by starcrossed on May 20, 2007 23:26:37 GMT -5
[lmao]
The shaking slowly begins to ebb, and Julianna's sobs silence, though she still continues to cry. She starts murmuring something, not necessarily to anyone, but perhaps just herself. The only discernable snatches of the confusing ramble are 'monster', 'disgusting', 'unnatural', and 'hate this'.
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Post by wingsofsage on May 21, 2007 16:03:38 GMT -5
Frost pulls her up out of his lap and wraps his arms around her waist. He lifts up her chin and says, "Look at me, your not a monster, YOU may think what you did was disgusting, and that WAS natural for you. That doesn't turn me away from you. If anything, what I was doing to the old pride should turn you away from me." He kisses her deeply, not caring about the taste of blood and vomit in her mouth. He then sets her down and says, "I'll be back, you have things to worry about here.... considering this IS your pride now..." He fly's away to go get her some new clothes.
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Post by starcrossed on May 21, 2007 16:08:41 GMT -5
Julianna nods slightly in acknowledgement of what he'd said, too shaken up still to really register the words though. She sits with her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, her chin resting on her knees and hair falling into her face. She kept an wary eye on the rest of the pride, uncomfortable being naked around so many people and utterly bewildered that they were so blase about their own nudity, not even seeming to notice it. She still had no idea what she'd just gotten herself into.
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Post by wingsofsage on May 21, 2007 16:13:33 GMT -5
Frost returns with pants (jeans), socks, a black tanktop, a black bra, and black lace underware. He holds them out to her and says, "Get dressed, then you need to decide what your going to do so that either I or we can get outta here." He said that last part, hopeful it will be the latter of the two.
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Post by starcrossed on May 21, 2007 16:25:23 GMT -5
Julianna takes the clothing gratefully and slips behind a bush to get dressed, even though everyone there had already seen her in her altogether. Still, she had to salvage her dignity somehow. When she re-emerged, she'd tried to wipe the tears from her eyes as best as possible and was running her fingers through her hair, trying to get it to look alright again. Sighing, she says, "Believe me, I'll be more than happy to get out of here and go home." "Home?" One of the werelions finally echoed, looking confused. He had long, auburn hair that reached almost down to his ankles and couldn't have been older than 20. [teehee! NATHANIEL!! *tacklepouncehugs* he's a werelion NOW, kay?]
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Post by wingsofsage on May 21, 2007 16:42:30 GMT -5
[YAYAYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYYYAA! NATHANIEL!!!!!!!!!!! Okay *Smiles*]
Frost sighed in relief and went to go hug her. He then looked over at the werelions and said, "She needs some time to recuperate and to figure out what she is going to do. She wasn't planing on becoming your queen, so just lay off until she's well again. Do you have anyone who can look over the pride at least for the next 7 hours or so?"
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Post by starcrossed on May 21, 2007 21:20:07 GMT -5
[*snuggles Nathaniel plushie*]
Something finally registering in her completely freaked out mind, Julianna looks from Frost to the werelion and says, "Wait, wait, wait, hold the phone.. Queen? What queen?" Another werelion, a female this time, piped in, "Our Regina. You overthrew the Rex.. Naturally you are now Regina."
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