-he'd squealed and backed away from him comically as he was scared- "EEK~!!"
-He'd take a breather before calming down- "D-Don't s-scare m-me like that, fre-freind!" -he'd growl softly-
Senix: "So...what happened to you and your battalion? You were gone for months. I won't judge you for it, since I too was separated from the rest of the Sabertoothes for a time, but I am curious as to where you'd gone."
-he'd blink and chuckle sheepishly- (I'm now considering having Saban's voice be a more Timid-sounding Joey Wheeler... Then again, i gotta make bios for some characters. )
"h-hey! i-i't n-not l-like they g-got lost and w-wandered off and--" -He may have said quite enough-
At Sabradia's side is Maulisa, Warrior Princess of the Mammoth tribe.
"Come, Maulisa. Let us enter, and find whoever my son has left in command." Sabradia walks towards the open gates as forty warriors march out and stand to attention in blocks of twenty on either side.
The doors swing open to admit them, and they process towards the Throne Room.
"Come, Maulisa. Let us enter, and find whoever my son has left in command." Sabradia walks towards the open gates as forty warriors march out and stand to attention in blocks of twenty on either side.
The doors swing open to admit them, and they process towards the Throne Room.
Malgus looks around as he follows, observing the interior of the mountain HQ.
Senix: "So...what happened to you and your battalion? You were gone for months. I won't judge you for it, since I too was separated from the rest of the Sabertoothes for a time, but I am curious as to where you'd gone."
-he'd blink and chuckle sheepishly- (I'm now considering having Saban's voice be a more Timid-sounding Joey Wheeler... Then again, i gotta make bios for some characters. )
"h-hey! i-i't n-not l-like they g-got lost and w-wandered off and--" -He may have said quite enough-
Senix: "But where were you last before you got lost?"
-he'd blink and chuckle sheepishly- (I'm now considering having Saban's voice be a more Timid-sounding Joey Wheeler... Then again, i gotta make bios for some characters. )
"h-hey! i-i't n-not l-like they g-got lost and w-wandered off and--" -He may have said quite enough-
Senix: "But where were you last before you got lost?"
-he'd stammer and sweat solid ice- "I-i-I-I D-Don't k-k-know, s-s-sir! th-they j-just... l-left m-me a-and ju-ju-just n-never c-c-came b-back!" -he'd shivers out, shaking from the cold still-
The architecture is grand but sturdy, the warlike yet imperialist nature of the tribe reflected by the presence of both statues and powerful defences.
Many of the Sabretooths are startled by the new arrivals, but their commanders soon silently knock them into order and perform deep bows when Sabradia comes into sight.
The architecture is grand but sturdy, the warlike yet imperialist nature of the tribe reflected by the presence of both statues and powerful defences.
Many of the Sabretooths are startled by the new arrivals, but their commanders soon silently knock them into order and perform deep bows when Sabradia comes into sight.
The group go deeper and deeper into the mountain, eventually reaching a set of immense double doors carved with archaic symbols and manned by fourteen guards. They swing open to admit the procession, revealing a chamber that dwarfs any of the other throne rooms in Chima; it is large enough that thousands could fit comfortably within. At the moment, however, it is almost empty; roughly one hundred guards stand at distant intervals along the walls, and various courtiers, scribes and generals are scattered around nearly two-thirds of the way towards the Throne, standing in small groups on both sides of the aisle.
At the far end of the room, upon a might dais, three thrones of carven ice stand gleaming in the light of ice-white candles that hand from the arched ceiling. The tallest chair, in the centre of the dais, is by far the largest. It is evidently the King's seat, and stands empty. To its right (to the left from the point of view of those standing in the rest of the room) is a smaller throne, the seat of the Crown Prince. Oddly, this is also deserted. The throne to the left of the main one (and therefore to the right when you're looking at it) is occupied by a tall woman, beautiful with silky white fur. Upon her head is a circlet of silver and ice, and she is clad in a glittering dress of white and pale blue. The White Lioness; Queen Regent, wife to King Finglor. Upon her lap sits a young child, Prince Sabran. To the left of the dais stands Lavargar, Chieftain of the White Lions and mother to the Queen.