a r r i v a l (ARCTURUS)

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] A thin layer of mist enclosed over the grove in a haze. His steel gaze penetrated through the embers of afternoon darkness, for even yet the golden globe had not hidden behind the clouds; though soon it did. Night now held its stronghold over the Northern Tribe Grove, although the soft rippling and crackling of a creek far off were easily heard over the other damask intercourses of sound. Nostrils flared as he released a parchment of carbon into the atoms, then slowly inhaling oxygen he returned the same proposition. Naturally his broad chest rose and fell gently along with each inhale and exhale. Through the Spring tapestry of cover, he came to exclude his eyes over the quiet and peaceful scenery; in secret awe of what he came to pull into his gaze. As he made his way through the thick mass of tangled tree trunks spread for yards around him, he finally reached an opening; the brute’s thick pelt of auburn and black becoming a shining beacon of beauty as the moon’s rays caressed each blessed hair; painting the orange white in its luminescence. Amoraq inclined his head as his rather sensitive nose took short, gentle whiffs of the vaporized fog. A scent lingered, powerful and musky in the air. A low grunt sounded deeply within his throat as his thick legs took two smooth strides forward out of sheer instinct; though control over his natural impulse was soon gained subsequent to this action. His breathing expelled now in quiet breaths, surrendering into the atmosphere as inaudible. Still, his ears strained forward to catch the sound of delicately placed paws brushing ever so lightly as they made contact amongst the hardened dirt; though the whooshing undulation of the rushing water far off seemed to be fighting for dominance over the other resonance of the vicinity. The scent of the opposing male grew stronger and more heady as Amoraq pursued his pace rather swiftly across the stiff floor below him. Nobody would believe that a predator with such mass could wield such dexterity. He was of massive size –a giant amongst felines- and was graced with muscles and a build fit for a male. And then he stopped. Although he seemed to be absolutely and utterly motionless, deep breaths were still being pulled into globular nostrils. The scents of nature affected him in no way whatsoever, though when the scent of the male entered his nostrils –untainted by the wind-, it encouraged movement once more. Cautiously, the brute inhaled once more, dissecting the mixed smells that came to him. Muscular limbs stimulated underneath his enormous chassis, carrying the tiger’s massive form across the forest terrain until he decided he would just stop and wait. He did not move, did not breathe as he halted completely. The male then let out a call to announce his arrival –a low growl that he knew the alpha would hear-, allowing his stance to change into one of beautiful regality. His regal skull rose proudly as caudal appendage relaxed, crimson eyes staring forth with masculine confidence. The rays of the moon highlighted the brands beneath the bastard’s devilishly colored irises, though it would likely strike fear into any that were to behold it. Silently, he waited for the leader to arrive.

[``Arcturus]

The King had been relaxing among the grove trees, having found a secluded spot away from the center where he could lay suspended above the earth by a few feet, and still manage to be comfortable. A remarkable feat in his opinion, yet a simple triumph to another. It wasn't a particularly eventful day, he'd accepted one member, a female by the name of Fallyn. It was exciting, to have another to rule, yet it was a hollow victory. Where were the rest of the tigers? Being a descendent of Rancor meant he had been born here, though he knew of the humans well, and that they'd transported several tigers here in the past few years, one of which being Fallyn.

His blue eye gazed to the right, moving in tandem with his left eye which was silver. His white fur glowed in the effervescent moonlight which trickled through the spindly grove trees. Something was odd in the air, a particular particle was different. Nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, shifting from his reclined position to a stiffer, more regal stature. Arc heaved his heft upward, and leapt neatly down from the grove limbs, winding through the trees in the direction of the disturbance.

Long before he'd arrived, a scent overwhelmed him. It was remarkably, male. A wary gaze shifted over him, males were significantly less easy for him to trust than females, but he would need males in his tribe. His tail flicked behind him, allowing all sense of fear or any other emotion drain from him. He could not rule by emotion alone. Arcturus soon appeared, noting the stranger's impressive size. At least he'd announced his arrival, which increased the trust factor.

"Hello, stranger. I am King Arcturus. What brings you to the Northern Tribe?"

The King shifted his weight, resting onto his haunches and allowing his tail to curl neatly around him. His head was held high, as the ivory cat awaited the newcomer's thoughts.

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] With each passing moment, the husky aroma of masculinity became stronger and more heady within the nostrils of the male. Tympanums fluttered atop his regal skull, twisting slightly to the right as the brush of paws on the forest floor resounded before him. Not much later did the male’s words enter the same intent eardrums, though he still did not turn to look at her; albeit, he had gained the full attention of his conscientious lobes. His massive body remained motionless as the king approached him, though he could feel the same confidence he exerted radiating from his company’s form. "Hello, stranger. I am King Arcturus. What brings you to the Northern Tribe?" Spheres of crimson turned to gaze upon the male, secretly pleased by the incredible dissimilarity of size between the two. Intrigued, he was, by this contrast; he was easily two to three feet taller than the white male, much longer, and had more weight on him. He did not speak yet, nor did he completely turn. He simply stood in contemplative silence, not a single movement but the upward curve of his jaws contorting his flawless stance. Finally, words spilled from charcoal lips, deep and charming as they entered the quiet atmosphere. ”Hello, my king. It is a pleasure to meet you.” A thick Russian accent coated his words, only adding to the charismatic tone of his speech. Then, the brute turned, pivoting on his hocks to totally face his company. Muscles convulsed like rippled iron beneath a sheet of auburn and black satin, cords of sinew swelling beneath his thick skin in a sheer display of unbridled power; only proving the theory that he was a force not to be reckoned with. A ray of moonlight caressed the male’s face, contrasting greatly with the deep scarlet on his face. He locked those devilish irises on the silver and blue of the King. Surely he could sense him now -- see that he was the epitome of male and all things masculine. But if not, it really wasn’t a huge deal. He could not let his arrogance cloud his thinking; not now. This was a critical meeting. He needed to assess the leader, not himself. If this turned out as a fight –which he highly doubted-, he would have no trouble winning against him. He was almost 160 centimeters tall at the shoulder alone, opposed to her estimated 110. And he was fast; oh, so fast. A cunning warrior and assassin if need be; and an intense sadist. He would certainly be a great addition to the tribe, if the leader proved cunning enough to earn his loyalty. ”I am Amoraq, of Russia.” Lengthy caudal appendage brushed against the backs of brawny hind limbs as a wry smile graced his handsome visage. ”I am searching for a home. I want a powerful leader with whom I can indubitably entrust my loyalty and service, who mirrors the respect that their followers show unto them.” He paused, assessing the reaction to his last sentence carefully before continuing. “Tell me, mighty Arcturus: what could I gain from giving you my utmost allegiance? What can you offer me that a life of solitude cannot?”

[/color] He had balls, that was for sure. Most wouldn’t dare ask such a bold question upon first meeting the tiger that ruled the lands. However, he knew he would be an asset to the tribe, and it was a necessity that he know why he should join the ranks. Hopefully Arcturus would respect his desire of such knowledge, but the outcome was unknown to him. Still totally relaxed, the massive giant remained on all four paws, muscles negligent as he awaited a response.[/blockquote]
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[``Arcturus]

It was unusual as to why the previously meloncholy King was so calm in the midst of a giant, and a male at that. Usually the scent of testosterone sent him on edge, but he hadn't smelled that in ages, until now. Black claws kneaded the ground lightly as his eyes took in the stranger. As the harmonious lyrics painted the air, his audits flicked to intercept them. He paused in thought as the tiger spoke again, voice laced in a handsome Russian accent, as he so called it. Black tipped tail flicked against his front paws as he heard Amoraq call close to his tale.

Oh how beautiful the fate, he was no longer a solitary King, having accepted Fallyn the previous morning, and now this masule was likewise searching to capp this place home, if the phantom played his cards right. Gears began to grind in his mind as his blue an silver interlocked with crimson.

"If power is what you seek, Amoraq, look no farther. My forefathers were the first to live -- and thrive -- upon these grounds. My lineage is strong, but lines do not create power alone. A King's power comes from the loyalty of his subject, should he choose to pour into them and knit together a strong family, his power and theirs will grow tremendously. I, as you'll soon find, prefer to rule out of reverence, not fear."

He paused, contemplating more things to say. He wanted this male in his tribe, but failure and laziness were not an option, trust was the biggest key. 

"I don't take foolishness well, Amoraq. I am a fair King. If you work, you eat, fail to aide the tribe and you won't be aided."

ooc ; forgive the coding, I'm on my ipod

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] As the brute awaited a response from the king, he became lost in thought. In order to survive, one needed knowledge, cunning, and a little bit of bloodlust. Amoraq, fortunately, was abundant in each quality, which by default surmounted him in society. But now he wanted to be able to offer his strengths for the benefit of a better cause – a cause much greater than his own personal satisfaction. He wanted to offer his services as an asset to the greater side; he wanted to stand in alliance with the beings that guaranteed strength and unity. And in order to fulfill his desires, he needed to join this tribe. Because although he had certain conditions that had to be met, he knew deep down that this tribe offered all that he could ever want. Rounded tympanums rolled forth upon his majestic skull as the mighty male spoke, the words that entered them provoking an approving upward curl of black lips. Ah, he knew how to talk, did he? And not only that – Amoraq knew that every single syllable that proceeded from the tiger’s ceaseless jaws was absolute truth in its purest essence. He offered him power, glory, freedom, love, family, thrills, victory, honor; he offered him everything. ”You have a brilliant tongue, my king.” he noted, referring to the leader’s use of honest persuasion. ”I respect that.” He admitted, finally reeling back on his haunches to display his diplomatic intentions, so that he could offer the white mascule peace of mind against him attacking. ”Your tribe appeals to me greatly. I could be of great asset to you and those under your leadership. I intend, with your permission, to propose my allegiance.”

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The suave giant beside him was clearly an intelligent cat, and massive to boot. The King's blue eye surveyed him during the silence, allowing Arc's eloquent speech to sink into the cranium of Amoraq. It was a matter of time before the cat either accepted or denied the joining of Arc's tribe. Though the King was wary, he was happy to accept the second member in a day to his tribe, and perhaps now he wouldn't be as lonely. But would the cat accept? The Russian's jaws parted, and speech flowed forth. The King listened, a slight nod of his head when Amoraq complimented him. It was then a smile broke his formal stare, and he nodded a bit more enthusiastically.

"Welcome to the Northern Tribe, Amoraq of Russia. Your intelligence has not gone unnoticed, and I request your allegiance as my Duke, should you choose to accept the position."

It was a lofty premise, such a high title for such an unknown male. Yet the King was in a good mood, and Amoraq seemed like a decent enough cat. He was massive, intelligent, and civil. Though Arcturus feared none, he was proud to have a cat of Amoraq's size in allegiance with his tribe, should there be any trouble. His black tipped tail flicked against his paws once more, and he gazed into his homeland.

"Would you like to see the rest of the land?"

They stood on the edge of the grove, but it was unclear as to what the inner portions resembled. The King knew the interior of the grove was secluded, cool, dark, and comfortable. It was the place he spent his nights, and sometimes days. Though now the weight of two new members was on his shoulders, and his days of leisure were coming to a rapid close. No resentment showed on his face, because he wouldn't have had it any other way. Arcturus was happy.