An eerie gloom tainted the atmosphere as thick, dark, gray, clouds rolled, and twisted up yonder. A low, ear splitting thunder pounded, and echoed through the Terra, scaring each, and every little creature that roamed out in the open; A single amber orb glinting in the depths of the shadows, watching the scurrying rabbits, birds, lizards, and anything else that lived in this hot habitat, run away in utter fear. A low, short grunt was emitted as a massive, honey golden carcass, slowly edged it's way out of the shadows. Soon it's features clear. A robust lion soon stood upon the border, his head slowly rising aloft his maned nape. His threads a wondrous mixture of black, dark brown, and gold; Sygain blinked his right eye in a calm manner. His thick physique standing proud, and majestic while his dilated nostrils flared, deeply inhaling the aromas of the Dark Royal Manor; His blackened kissers twitching on the edge of a sinister smirk, but he kept it hidden, and his facade remaining emotionless, and haunting. Why was the old bloke here? Oh the sight of the Dark King brought forth the familiar pity inside of him, and motivated him to come for a visit, however, Sygain remained indecisive. His ambition for power was swaying him for blood shed amid the lands, while sheer calmness told him to make an alliance, and take his ambitions else where, but alas he never was one to change his mind.

A composed, yet deep growling rattled the monster's cage. His teased mind obviously making him aggravated, but he cut off his pesky growling, and snorted: Sygain's plume lashing behind his bulk as a daring thought, brought a massive pad forward, easily placing it on the other side of the border, and soon more steps followed after another until his figure was sauntering toward the heart of the land. His mood being kept neutralized, and if he were talking, sure enough his lyrics would be toneless, but his gullet stayed quiet, but his heart could not. The usual steady ' thu thumps' were now slightly racing thuds as amusement, and excitement crept into him. How would the beloved Dark King respond to him trespassing? Humph. If only Sygain cared.

Pistons suddenly ceased their elegant strides. Sygain's body making such an abrupt halt that he found himself balancing on his front paws, his back ones shortly rising not even an inch off the ground, before landing, and making the old King coil back onto his haunches, where he sat comfortably, and straight as if he owned the lands. His single pool of amber staring wistfully upon the territory. Old, fuzzy, and almost forgotten memories filling his mind with a depressing effect. His history was secrecy, and his old throne questionable. This old feline had once been king of all alliances, but left his throne after his pride mysteriously disappeared. His reasons of leaving? Well. After everyone had left, what was the use of being king, when no one was around to kiss your feet, or entertain you? Wasn't worth a darn thing was it? A gruff sigh dropped his tense shoulders. The muscles under his canvas rippling like liquid steel. It was a pointless future back upon the old lands, but now he had found this fascinating place, and once more he was driven to become the king of all. Sygain wanted to die on a pile of gold, not a pile of dirt. He would close his tired eye, looking upon his vast kingdom, and his pride, not close them on a couple twigs, and a few field mice.

A rough shake was given to his poll, the thoughts ceasing momentarily and he once more focused upon the landscape. His senses alert, and his orb wandering. His pent up breath slipping from him by accident, going through his gullet, and rough, raspy, deep lyrics were emitted. " Disturbed. Hm. Interesting name for this brute..." It was obvious that his vocals came from a deep thought, and they were not given in a request for his presence. A mere opinion if you will; Talons sunk into the grass strewn earth. The emerald shoots rustling as his toes were pressed to the earth, letting his daggers slip into the sodden basis as far as they could reach, before they quickly retracted. He was flexing, stopping the agonizing muscle spasms in his fore leg which informed him that he had to move, and that it was un-natural for him to be sitting instead of traveling.



Possibly a good fifteen minutes had passed, but the honey glazed baron remained tidy, and tranquil. His sea of patience not drying up anytime soon. It would take possibly a good three weeks for him to even start to be inpatient. However, on the fourth week of waiting, would tell him no one was here, and that would be the only reason for him to leave; The tall brute stifled a yawn, his ashen lips curling back, revealing the rows of searing dentals, stained thickly with a faded scarlet, showing the world just how much blood his fangs have endured, but their master wasn't bothered at all about how much they were stained, in fact it gave him a deadly decoration, and would perchance tell others to leave him the hell alone, but right now, that wasn't the case. Sygain wanted Disturbed to come, and if it meant searching the whole lands for him, then he would. He had a simple request, but if denied it, Sygain might just have to steal the mighty throne, but not today. Today, as his first time being in these lands, he would keep things PG 13, but mark his words. He will be different tomorrow.

For all you lovely families that are in his sight. Laugh, and enjoy your moments, because once he gets in the gear of things, you'll all be scrambling to lock your windows, bar your doors, and head down to your basements for a permanent living; A dire smirk played across his chromatic labrums, his mind finally settling with one train of thought... Power. The only thing that had the last say in his mind before he closed his eye to sleep. The last thing that will cross his mind when he dies, and the last thing he'll get out of these lands. For now... My dear Disturbed. You will remain king of our alliance, but from here on out, you'd best watch your back. He said quietly to himself in his thinker. For now, a truce will be made between him, and Disturbed, but later, things might get rough.


The Puppet: Sygain | Dark | Loner

The Host of the show: Disturbed | Dark | Dark King

The Writing on the wall: 1116

My Work here is: Finished|Unfinished

The Notes: |ooc - I was museless here so I rambled. Lol, but I also had to get out what was in Sygain's mind, so be careful here Disturbed. Sygain has been known to change his moods now, and then, it's a rare cause, but he'll do it if the right words are spoken. X3 enjoy Simba.|

Sygain continued to gaze motionlessly across the Geo spotted with trees, and almost dead bushes. The place was lifeless as the strong, stale, and musty scent of the rain filled his nostrils before the droplets of cool liquid fell from the welkin in a thin sheet. However. The over powering stench of blood the reeking scent of another lion, was not covered up; With a low, and gruff chuckle, Sygain rose to his feet so slowly that he could be accused of joint pain, but it wasn't the case. The large one eyed lion just took his time; Sygain had indeed known when the younger king had arrived. One. He was flopping his feet around the grass as if his weight were too much for him, but then again there were no reasons for him to be quiet, after all this was his manor; Sygain curled his body, and his feet shuffled down under as he slowly turned his vision upon the king. His short, yet muscled body far from his own, but that wasn't what amused him; As the words spilled from the brute's mouth a deep, raspy chuckle boomed from his larynx. " I certainly won't leave Disturbed. I'm already here, and my vision is correct. However. I give you a chance to keep your petty crown. I am here to make an offer. I can either join this pride, and be a mere ally, or you can throw useless insults, and I'll turn away to leave you shivering in your pelt with anxiety, knowing that I lurk in the shadows, and will take your throne at any given moment." His lyrics fell from his lips with a toxic tinge, burning away the silence that had fallen between them. His lips curling with each word, revealing his rows of searing fangs by only a little bit as if it were done in a teasing fashion.

Sygain lifted a single padder, rolling his wrist slowly before setting upon the topography with a deft touch. " Oh, but don't be afraid my dear king. You actually have a choice unlike my other victims that have fallen because of their overwhelming arrogance, so don't push it like they did. You can say this is a small gift for my first day in these lands. I am Sygain by the way, and if you accept my alliance with you, then you may consider yourself smart, but until then, feel free to doubt yourself, because right now... I'm a bit indecisive on what I can name your IQ." His words stung his lips as he emitted them, the word king being put in a phase of warning, but Sygain was as calm as ever, not a drop of anger, or anything of the like poisoning his good mood.

The older king, once more, lowered his brawny quads to the sod. His lobes pricked upon the peak of his pate, listening for the dire warning the Dark King may cast upon him, or even curse him into the next generation, or perhaps reply with a cautious edge. Maybe he would feel the long forgotten pain of claws raking his flesh. Hm. Joy. All of it seeming rather predicted, and un-amusing; Sygain yawned, his waiting only causing the eager anticipation to grow; Would the element of surprise actually do its job on him? Perhaps not, it never did, but he wanted to be shocked by this Dark King, he wanted to see how well this lion could come out unpredicted - It wasn't fun being figured out; Oh the irony in this world. Everything was always a mystery, never spilling the goods until it was too late to put them in use; Sygain snorted, and blinked his fiery amber void. The emotions inside of him were hidden, and chained away. His features seeming empty, and his eyes bottomless pulls of deception. Could Disturbed really handle Sygain? He held so much wisdom, and strength, that it made an overall king look feeble, and dim witted.

The massive cat rose to his feet yet again, his body carrying himself with in striking range of the king, but no fear tainted his system, and unknowingly why, Sygain tilted his head until he stared up at the gray, devious clouds, actually revealing his weak point to the Dark King, but he had no fear of dieing, and with a roll of his head, he was staring at the royal with the side of his neck exposed. " You see this? I'm exposing my neck to you, what does that mean? Oh yes. The drafty truth is, is that you're not intimidating to me. Your hopes of scaring me will fail miserably, and go ahead and throw your worthless insults, because Disturbed..." he broke off, and eerily placed his cap back in it's neutral position, and he drew near until his breath would seep hot upon the dark kings snout, if he didn't back away, or move. " I'm not afraid of you, and it's simply put that you're not a afraid of me, so we can dance in our own blood tonight, or you will let me reside here, and I will teach you ways of becoming a more fearsome lion; I was once a king, and I was king of all alliances, not just the darks, but the lions left as the prey grew slim, and scarce so I to left, but that doesn't mean I still don't hold my crown, it just means that my crown is not good in these lands; So how about it?" He backed off, his pupil dilating in an extremely rare aggression. Never had Sygain ever got this personal, not since he were five years old. This king would most definitely get under his skin, and make a fatal mistake if he chose not to listen.

Sygain let a deep tone rumble in his throat, vibrating his neck, and head, making his ears ring in a simple, and utter growl of savageness. The chilling base of his growl would send a shocking wave of fear to any animal that feared the lion race. It was blood curdling, and indeed un-soothingly released. However a faint shifting of sand made the king perk up his head, and quiet his growl. His view shifting around until it fell upon a slender figure, residing in the shadow's refuge. It's body positive, but he was in no state of surprise, because he had smelled who it was, and before it had arrived. A smirk crossed his kissers, and he spoke one last time for the moment. " You can come out now. I never thought you'd be here." Well, he had scented them, but he had no answer on why they would be in these particular lands.

LyraThe kiss of death

Acoustics lightly rose upon her finely chiseled dome as Sygain's vocals reached her. How did he always figure out she was there? He was amazing with that stuff, but none the less; A single, petite paw was put forward, slowly bringing out her swaying body, that moved as gracefully as a side winder. She pushed a shoulder up, titling her left front paw until she only had two toes upon the ground, and she looked out her raised shoulder with a flirtatious flutter of her lids before they half closed, and a soft purr rose in her throat. " Oh, my dear Sygain... How did you know I was here? Surely I wasn't that... obvious" She lifted her tiara up a bit, closing her eyes as she let a seductive 'mmm' slip from her, before she opened her light golden eyes to look at Disturbed. " My, my... How naughty of me to be trespassing upon such a powerful, and handsome lion... Perhaps you can find it in your cold beating heart to forgive such a... outlaw as myself, or you can lock me up in your personal chambers." Her words were dripping with seduction as she slithered over to Disturbed, circling him, and even daring a little friction between their pelts, before she came to a halt between the two males. A smooth wink was thrown Disturbed's way. " Don't take it the wrong way your highness, but you look so delicious in person! As for Sygain over here, just in case you're nasty mind tends to wonder. I'm not part of his pride, so don't worry; By the way. The name is Lyra." Lyra giggled wickedly as Sygain rolled his orbs unamused. Lyra sat her pretty little butt down as she watched the males. Rolling her shoulders slowly before completely settling.

She looked at Disturbed side ways, her orbs half closed, and a mischievous smile pursing her lips before she blinked, and held her eyes closed for a few seconds, letting another purr escape her; Lyra was out to snatch this dark ruler's heart, and she would stop at nothing to get him, even if he found her worthless, she would make herself known. She would use her naughtiest poses, phrases, to catch him. Lyra was tired of roaming around with her annoying older brothers, it was time she found a pride as well as they, and she had her heart set on the Dark King's pride; As for more good news, Lyra was the same age as Disturbed, and she could be just as wicked as he, but right now, as usual, she was in a lovey mood, so watch out dear Disturbed. Devious Lyra is out for your heart, and she will do anything to bend you to find her appealing.


A few moments passed, and the dark tan lioness flicked her slender tail, before rising to her feet once more. She walked a few paces toward Disturbed, but kept her distance, not wanting to disrespect, and have him cast her away after she was trying so hard to be noticed, and fancied. However. A soft frown crossed her lips as Sygain flickered a warning glare, and she reluctantly backed off, and out of the two males's way; Lyra found a seat on the side lines, a short huff was given as she began to pout about not being able to mess with Disturbed. Oh well, might as well wait for their business to get done, than sit there, and do her fancy tricks unnoticed: She sighed, staring up at the clouds as the rain began to thicken, her pelt soaking until her to die for body was curved with her muscles, and shaded a darker color. She flattened her ears upon her head which was lowered, trying to see the duo through the pounding sheet of water, but nothing was happening... yet. Lyra huffed again, and laid down comfortably upon the ground, staring in wonder on what they were talking about, not hearing anything when she arrived.


The Puppets: Sygain | Dark | Loner, Lyra | DarK | Loner

The Host of the show: Disturbed | Dark | Dark King

The Writing on the wall: 1833

My Work here is: Finished|Unfinished

The Notes: |ooc - I was museless here again! its a rambling rampage! D8 also I brought in Lyra early, because I have an idea, and I really wanted to role-play her. Hope Disturbed loves her, because she'll do anything to be in his pride. X3 Also. Warning for Disturbed. Watch out on what you say buddy, Sygain's skin just might prickle, and his hackles may just have a spike to them. It's best to keep your tones calm right now as his mood is about to change. Enjoy Simba!|