I blame god; and so all his children [aw]

[Ilyich]

His steps where messured, swift and slow. They moved in hesitant waves, as if he where closly controling them, and all the time replacing them. Paranoia swept across his brilliant blue orbs. If he kept moving his huge white feet like this then no one could follow him. He lauhged soflty, disturbingly. His pupils contracted admist the electric blue. Black ears twisted back againsthis skull, teh white tiger stalked through his territory. Grimacing at the dust that cacked his paws.

Someone was taking his water, he was sure of it. His only question bieng why he or Anberlin or Annora hadn't caught them yet. Then again Anberlin was pregnant, so close to birthing that the cubs shoved against her skin as if trying to rip there wasy free. And Annora worked so hard every day, his generalluttenant was powerful, yes. but nothing was invinsable. And so it was left up to him. Sym snarled low in the back of his throat, lips pulling back over his large canine teeth.

Maybe it was a mole, cowardly sneaking his pride mates water from under his paws. Growling, Symphony clawed at the dusty ground. Hissing darkly, the Ende leader twiste his crown back up to glare at the sun. Perhapse it was the lumanouse ball in the sky that was doing this. Sym's striped face leaned back all the farther, snarling now at the heavens. Dio was taking his water, stealing what his preciouse lands needed so badly.

He would kill them all! Rip them, shred them! Nothing hurt his pride, nothing! Anny's full belly was making him far more anxiouse then normal- and that was a scary consept. He had sent Annora out in a search for some hidden refuge where she could drink her fill, and then bring Anberlin back to it, but he had yet to hear back from her. And so he swung his large skull down, glaring evenly across the plains now. Suprised to find that a shape was trotting towards him through the whispering waves of heat. And then her scent passed his nose and Sym's stiff body relaxed. "Anberlin!" he called sharply.


He had sent her out on this impossable mission, and yet she had gone any way. Water water it had to be around here some where. The cougars mind was in line with that of her alpha's. God was taking their lives. He was sucking away everythign in soem bleak punishment for things the had to do to survive. So that was it was it dio? you dont want us to live? The cougar glared hatefuly up at the sun, her body crouching towards the dirt. Snarling softly, she curled her thick tail up around her blely protectivly.

That wreached baboon was closer to man then any animal should be. He was not to be trusted, Dio. He was nothing but a murder ape with more fur then the norm. He wouldn't hurt her presiouse children, or her obsessio that was her pride. Claws digging into the dusty ground, Annypulled herself forward, thoguh she did not slip out of her crouch. She slipped forward in mountain lion fassion, her bulging belly barley touching the ground. She mvoed swiftly legs holding her weight easily as she hurried forward. She didn't want tor ise to high and be struck down by a vengful baboon.

Olive eyes dashing across the landscape, Anberlin saw the white tiger long before he saw her. Ears swivling forward she batted the paranoid questions out of her skull. This was Symphny, he didn't wish to hurt her. Eyes narrowed teh female pulled herself to full height, casting a fearful look towards the sky, she hissed softly before hurying up to Symphony. Her name escaped his lips, adn with a slight bow she spoke to him soflt. " Yes, Fuhrer. Its me Major Anberlin" she mewed soflty, not meeting his eyes. "Yes, yes. Enough formalities. How are you and you're cubs today, Anny?" he asked sharply, eyes drilling into her face. Anberlin lifted her head to meet Sym's narrowed blue eyes.

"Everything is well, Sir. We are all growing nicely, thank you for your concern." Sym nodded swiftly, the glint of fear in his eyes paling a bit.

[Bhu]

Storms of wind escaped my ajar maw, tongue hanging past blood lusting razors. My limbs, slim but finely muscled, carried my lithe form at a pace much faster than it was accustomed to. Just two days earlier, I embarked out on a search for shade and water, under the command of Sym. Only now was I able to return with good blessing; apparantly Dio favored a different pride.

"Sym!" I called his name before spotting his presence. I circled a crumpled, dead bush and skidded to a halt on the cracked terrain. My form stood not more than 3 bounds away from the pregnant fae and my alpha. Though my rank was higher than hers, I dared a subtle head dip to the american before turning my attention to the one I needed. "Sym, Fuhrer, ich finde wasser. It's on other prideland. Days travel." Even the english held a Germanic slurr, the edges always turning up like a question. My gaze was stonehard and my breathing was rough. In this heat, I should have walked back from the watering hole, but that would have taken a day to return. Running, I made it in hours.

Again I looked to Anberlin, reading her plump stature. The cubs would arrive soon, and not far after, I could train them in the art of fighting. It was this reason I showed care for the pregnant female. "Ich assist du to wasser?" Again only half came out as english, but my pride knew my roots. I was lucky enough to have cats who understood.

OOC//: Just let me know if I should start following my german phrases with english translations in parenthesis

[Ilyich]

The sound of his name brought the male's huge head back around. His lips curled away fro his fangs, despite the fact that he recognized the voice. Sym's cold blue eyes flashed as they landed on Annora. The snarl died off of his face at her proclamation. Ich finde wasser. Wasser? His ears swivled forward, black ears twisting forward to the for most setting. Sym streached forward towards Ann, his bleached pelt sticking up. "Wasser?" his attention was caught.

His lips wirhtered. "Other pirde doens't matter" he snapped. " We need water,a dn so they don't matter" Sym lashed his ringed tail behind him. "Water" he practicly purred. "Generallutenet did wonderfully, just as we all expected. Right Anny?" he turned a wide yed stare at the cougar who nodded her agrement, offering a deep nod to her higher ranking pride mate. The Fuhrer smiled down at Annora, a rather disturbing smile but a smile none the less.

Anberlin padded quietly forward to touch the other lioness' chin in both thanks and adoration. She looked up to this muscular femme, and she was extremly appreciative to her long days search. Pulling bck, the pregnant cougar offered the lioness a small smile. Though she wondered if this female was actualy going to lead them to water or their deaths, she appreciated the thought. Which was odd, but you can't expect a member of this pride ot be anything less than crazed.

Sym shoved the cougar roughly, though playfuly towards the direction Annora had appeared from. He may be a dictator bu he had a very soft spot for his pride mates- the loyal ones any way. Wich was all of them, at the moment. Paranoia crept up into his skull. Some renagade voice krept into his ears. 'Go ahead, if she kills you she'll lead them anyway' it had apoint. With a small ear flick, the tiger stepped towards Annora. "Yes. Assist to wasser"

[Bhu]

Though approval was the least of my motives, I felt a buzz at the smile of my leader. This male was as close to a father as I'd ever come, so pleasing him was in my top priorities, though towards the bottom. He, for the most part, used the Germanic term, wasser, but I picked up the exchange for the word. Water. I repeated it in my head several times, though I knew it was useless. I'd been taught the term many times, and never had it set in.

A cold smile tugged the corners of my lips up once more, baring the lines of jagged weapons. His compliment pleased me, though I could only understand it vaguly. My attention was refocused as Sym acknowledged my question. With a quick agility, I turned to bolt, but then recalled the pregnant state of Anberlin. "We walk for Anberlin." I stated mildly, not pleased nor displeased. "Journey take single day. We reach wasser by sundown time. Zonta is pride. Wasser is center of land, with snow on much of the land. Camp is ein und ein halb kilometer from wasser."

OOC//: ein und ein half kilometer is 1.5 km, or 1 mile.

[Ilyich]

The large tiger watched his generalluttenate grin, adn he returned it. He watched the way her body turned and stiffened in an attempt to launch herself forawrd, and he echoed the motion. Anberlin did as well, though she knew there was no way she would be able to keep up for very long. Hardness was a thing trained in Ende though, adn so she gulped down her fears and prepared to dart. And then Annora paused, turning to acknoledge the cougar's state.

Though she relaxed slighlty the stress failing, the Cougar didn't show it or offer any thanks. Her rounded ears meerly flicked in acknoledgment, before she took the small step forward that would begin this march to water. Sym on the other handed ofered Annora another warm grin of pride. His group was the best, for Annora herself could out wit nad out match any Zonta member. Anberlin, noticing Sym's reactiond ,decided she had been to leniate in her thanks and dipped her head once more to her higher up.

The huge white tiger padded up to Annora's shoulder, flicking his tail to show that she was to take the lead. The Fuhrer grinned out at the sun. You can't beet us, pathetic Dio. Ende shall thive by the blood sweat and tears of the world around it. SYm threw his head in quite amusemnt, before turning to stare down at Annora. Dio... Dio? What dio? God? What God? the voices shuddered in his head as he watched the lioness. Anberlin padded up beside him, her largepawsmaking no noise against the brittle grass under paw.

And so the two stood, Fuhrer and Major awaiting Annora's lead. Sym himself was unconserned by the closeness of the camp to the resource they approched. But Anberlin shook at the thought. Was Anora leading them straight to their deaths? Who was to say this animal hadn't been a spy the entire time. Anny stared at the back of her higher up's skull, her ears twitching wiht distrust. But still she would follow, she would follow because she did not know what else to do.

[Bhu]

OOC//: For the sake of organization and keeping from being confused, we can keep this thread in the Ende board, even when they step foot in Zonta pridelands. Unless you'd rather them create a new thread in Zonta....Doesn't matter much to me. BTW: I have a Zonta cat who has gone insane, or getting there anyway (Ahote). I will probably have him join Ende, but he is one I plan to have die during the mass murder on the site, him and his secret crusher, Anemy.

I was to take lead, as my Fuhrer's actions clearly displayed. After hesitation, the pregnant cougar showed gratitude for my consideration. I took in both the silent statements, eyes flickering between the two with hidden unease. Though I trusted Sym, it would never come for me to trust the other pridemember. She'd never done a thing to cause my distrust, I had simply learned in war, everyone of lower rank is a threat. They'd always plot against those who lead.

My lithe form turned to face the direction I had come originally and my claws escaped their sheaths, aiding in traction for running. But I would not run, even when my limbs screamed for me to. Being a pride cat naturally, due to my species, it took far less control for me to give into the needs of others. Though my mind was more independent than a majority of my breed, it still had that pridal instinct of looking out for one another.

My pace was quick, though not so much it'd tire the pregnant fae. Besides, the promise of life giving water should be enough to fuel even the weakest of creatures. The sun worked it's magic, but to no avail against my crazy eyed body. Trying to wither my soul with it's merciless rays; but I have no soul to destroy and bring down. A creature of my own damnation, no fire ball in the sky could steal my desire to survive. I would choose when I died, and now was not that time.

Silence was who I was, a golden pelt without a name. No one cared if I walked or fell, ate or starved. There was no one out there who'd mourn over my body if I gave in right now. But did that make my wish to live any weaker? No. In fact, it strengthened me. I lived off the misery of others, so I'd do what they don't want me to do. I'd live.

"Fuhrer, was ist plan against Zonta? They nett and nicht worthy of life. Akando attack soon. Wir join?" (what is plan against Zonta? They're nice and not worthy of life......we join?) I was curious and eager to hear the reply. It'd been many years since I'd been a part of a war. Though feline frnezy would differ from human antics, I found myself longing for the look of fear that came hand in hand with battle.

[Ilyich]

ooc:// okay, sounds good. And poor ahote xD

Ic://

The tiger sneered openly. "No. Zonta is not worthy. Weak, thats what they are" he looked around himself, blue eyes icey. "Wir nehmen das Wasser. Und wer in Angriff unserem Weg bekommt."( We will take the water. And attack anyone who gets in our way.) The male turned to look at his generalluttenet. No point in hiding the truth. They where to attack any who trid to stop them. Any and all. Anberlin lopped up to his side, her olive eyes flashing about the world. Her pregnancy was obviouse, adn she semed to fear what would happen if they ran into a Zonta patrol.

But the cougar was powerful, and she knew how to fight. Anny would not back down from the challenge, pregnant or not. Sym nodded his great white crown at the Major, and she blinked up at him in answer. Black ringed tail curling up away from the ground, the leader of Ende lifted his snout to stare momentarily upward, before turning his head towards Annora. He had a horrable attention span, and though he would keep at somthing untill it was his, it did not mean he would look soley at it the entire time.

He noticed the looks whispering across the lioness' face. Expressions he knew very well,things that made him grin in childish bloody amuesment. "Sie freuen sich auf die allgemeine luttenet Blut zu vergießen?" (Do you look forward to the blood shed general luttenet?) he called mearily. Electric blue eyes flashing.

[Bhu]

I strained my brain to tackle the first words my Fuhrer spoke. No matter the years I remained in the Americas, it would always prove a challenge. Drilled into my brain, the German ways. I'd been taught Americans were the enemy, and any who speak their language was a foe.

But Sym, the admirable soul he was, switched over to a the language I held so passionatly. Each word was germanic, and I found myself smiling gratefully, despite my usually cold nature. A leader who tried was not an easy think to come by. My gaze fell on Anberlin for a split second, responding to Sym's statement with the look. Would Anberlin be able to fight, or would I be forced to inconvience myself with her guardianship? I threw aside the selfish frustration, glancing back to the horizon before us. There was a long journey ahead.

He questioned me and my immediate responce was a curt head nod. Of course I looked forward to it! "Es gibt nichts ich möchte mehr als, ein Blut von Zonta auf meinen Tatzen zu haben, Fuhrer" (There is nothing I would like more than to have a Zonta's blood on my paws). My tone was dark with honesty, a venom filled amusement tainting the edges.

[Ilyich]

The white tiger rolled his shoulders in his disturbed glee. There were stories about his insanity and most of them where true. He practicly danced as he walked beside his two pride members. Electirc blue eyes burning with the depth of his crude amuesmnet, Sym turned to wink at Annora. Oh yes today would be fun, so very much fun. He grinned coldly,all of the kindnes and peepyness dying form him in one sharp bipolar burst. Now he walked, adn no longer did he walk for now he stalked. Anberlin inched slightly away from him, knowing that the male was preparing himself for this coming battle. And she knew thoes voices he sometiems talked about wanted everyone dead, so she would stand over here thank you very much.

The tiger snarled soflty under his breath. "So gut Annora. Da würde ich von Ihnen erwarten. Blut ist unsere Zukunft, wenn die Welt auf seinen Weg am besten zu unserem roten Pfoten jetzt machen, hm fortsetzen?" (so good Annora. As I would expect from you. Blood is our future, if the world is to continue on its path- best to make our paws red now, hm?) Truning his head to glance at the cougar now jogging a few steps away eh blinked widly at her. "Wie über Sie Anberlin, können Sie kämpfen? Oder besser Freust du dich darauf?" (How about you Anberlin, can you fight? Or better are you looking forward to it?) He forgott to switch out of the language he had been tought to use and blinked slightly annoyed when Anberlin's face screwed up in consentration. She could understand the language but she must think for a moment to get all the words straight.

The pregnant female suddenly blinked her olive eyes and nodded. Though she was still wodneirng what lay before them she trusted Sym to an extent.Glancing at the lioness so dutifly leading the way Anberlin thoguht for a moment, ears twitching. "Aye Ich werde kämpfen, können so tun können, genauso gut wie immer, Herr." (Aye I will fight, can can do so just as well as always, sir. ) Pausing to think once more, the fae let her head drop a little as she walked. "Wir haben einen Krieg zu beginnen, nachdem alle. Ich mache mir einen pflegt burrden nur, weil ich dachte, mit Jungen." (We have a war to begin, after all. i wont make myself a burrden just because i'm bearing cubs.) Determination burned in her tone.


ooc:// is my 100th post! >D -dances-

[Bhu]

OOC//: Yay! Or, since we have a germanic theme going here, we shall say horray in german; juche!!

So sure I was, my head held high above my shoulder blades. It pleased me, the words of my alpha. So pleasing that I would have purred in a disturbing fashion, if lions held the correct vocal cords to do so. But instead I smiled that cold, suspicions grin I was known for. The one that let the world know where my sanity lay. Nowhere.

The sights of war constantly played games across my vision. Scars of the past brought back stories of the future. I knew what this war would bring, and I relished in the idea of it. No one of Zonta would survive, if we fought with the members of Akando beside us. An allie of sorts, Ezhno had shown a certain, guarded kindness to me on my quest for water. He'd pointed the way to water, and spoke of great plans to conquer it. His promise was Ende and Akando could share it, but I was no fool. I knew his kind. There would be no sharing involved after the fight had ended. We'd have to kill Ezhno and bring Sym to power over all his pride as well. Only then would we survive this world.

"Ich traf Ezhno, den Akando Master. Er wird uns im Krieg helfen, und er spricht davon, die Vorteile zu teilen. Aber ich weiß seine Art, und er wird sich Fuhrer nicht teilen. Er spricht Lügen. Ich denke, dass wir ihn nach dem Kampf töten, und seine Stolz-Mitglieder für Ende nehmen müssen." My voice held a dark pleasure, the many images of war standing before me. Bloody carcasses, coated in their own blood, paved the walkway before me. Oh how I loved the memories.

((I met Ezhno, the Akando master. He will help us in war, and he speaks of sharing the benefits. But I know his kind and he will not share, Fuhrer. He speaks lies. I think we must kill him after the battle, and take his pride members for Ende.))

[Ilyich]

The white man bounded along side the lion did little other then cluck his tongue. "und er wird sich" He parroted. He would not share. Then they would not. Hard to drink when the water came bubling back out of your throat now didn't it? A good gash and Ezhno would be ruined. As powerful as the male thought he was even a lion that large could not hope for an easy win over a tiger the size of Sym. No Ezhno could try, but he could also fail.

And in the instance Sym could live with falure.

The woman padding off to the left of the group let her pace fall silent and smooth. She was not in forest and so could not move as she usualy would. Her paws landed awkwardly, but silently, on the baked sand. Anberlin lifted her head a little at Annora's words. After puzzling threw the meanings the cougar nodded her head. Akando would not share, for they where too smart (or selfish) to do so.

Now why did that seem so familiar?

Tiger and cougar simply nodded, knowing their sharp witted comrad would understand. Sym's huge white apws created deep wells in the sand. Wells he hoped to fill with red. Oh how he loved them, thoes scarlet pools. Water isn't the only way to sate your thirst, after all. He would kill Ezhno, and Akando would die by flames. Flames that would rekindle in ashes under his own dictorial rule.

[Bhu]

((Fast Foward))

My nose and throat closed, blocking out the wretched scent of the Zonta scum. Oh how I hated their bloodless aroma. I would take pleasure in slicing them into bite sized pieces, so small that their smell is far to overpowered by the scent of their own blood. Oh, they'd pay and unmerciful fee for the disgusting aroma they presented.

When out of the thickest spot, I inhaled to calculate the waters distance. I had entered the lands at a different angle, traveling along the outskirts of Akando, rather than going through the center. The water, I realized, was due east. I positioned myself to go in that direction.

With a cool, nonchalant tone, I spoke without stopping my walk. "Nicht weit jetzt, Fuhrer und Mutter-Katze. Es wird nicht sein, lange bevor Ihre Kraft replinished, das Blut ist, das Flüssigkeiten noch einmal in Ihrem viens hält."

((Not far now, Fuhrer and mother cat. It will not be long before your strength is replinished, the blood holding fluids once more in your viens.))

[Ilyich]

He stepped lightly, with some annoying amount of pep. The walk had done little to make him annoyed, and Annora's words only made him bounce higher. Grinning with a childish demeanor the white tiger stepped into the front, his chest swelling. He could smell the water now, around the edge of Zonta reek. He could lead the way form here. Flicking his tail to tell Anora to step to his right, where she belonged, and padded neatly after the scent.

Anberlin panted furiously as she stepped along after the two leads. She felt ready to roll over and die, her jaws parted as far as they could. Tired, so tired. Her cubs kicked around in her belly, their little paws jabbing at her insides. Ugh... Grimacing, she didn't care, she really didn't. Annora had led them here for water, though weather or not she was on Akando's side had yet to be decided. But she had led them to water. And now as Sym took the lead the bleached male rounded the slush that led to the small pond. So close to the camp... Oh well. Dunking her snout she couldn't care less.

water....

[Bhu]

My step faltered, but on purpose. I took a sidestep at Sym's silent demand, taking a careful spot to his right. Behind us, Anberlin hung on, though her eyes held a thick coat of exhuasten. Care for my pride kept my smile of pleasure hidden. Though her pain was like a toy to me, I was loyal to Ende Pride, and it's members were my cubs. I wouldn't let them know that one move could bring the warring back to the forefront of my mind (though, deep down, I think they all knew). No one was to be trusted. Not me. Not Anberlin. Not even precious Symphony Bava'.

He lead the way to the water with grace, but I did not leap forward to drink at my own desire. With a swift motion, I had turned and taken refuge in a nearby tree, the branch seven feet from the ground. I had drank recently from this very watering hole, but it had been many days since Anberlin and Symphony Bava' had been through such a luxury. No, I'd keep watch. And with that decision, I positioned myself to face the direction Zonta held their camp. One wrong move from the pride of pathetics, and they'd all be dead.

OOC//: I am having Ahote of Zonta join Ende, so he will appear next post.

[Ilyich]

Blue eyes followed the lioness as she bolted into her look out tree. Calling an approval to his dear Generalieutenant. She was a good woman, a lioness with real brains. What a wonderful find for Ende! Bouncing his paws in his glee the near psychotic animal dove past Anberlin. The cougar let out a shriek of surprise, wrenching to the side with a spit. Not that Symphony cared, he knew just how mistrusting the pregnant panther was. Much worse then he. His paws ankle deep in the water, the man swatted it this way and that, trying to infuse it with as much of his acrid scent as he could. What fun! White hair follicles drifted off in the swirls of dancing currents.

Letting her tawny pelt lay flat once more, Anny turned her olive eyes back to the water. To life. Sym could do what he wished on today, one of his happy days. These days where good- better then the bad days. He was much colder on the bad days. What a crazy little tiger. No not little- just.... no never mind. Twitching her whiskers the North American wild cat let her muzzle dip back into the water. Tongue drawing in as much water as her belly could hold, the pregnant animal sat back with a satisfied pirup, the cougar equivalent of a purr. Water sloshing in her now cool stomach, Anberlin let out a little mewl of welcome when her cubs thrashed once more. Pleasure maybe, or their wonderment at the sudden temperature change.