A hooded figure approaches, and with a gesture of the hand, a solemn bow"Hail great King of Freljord, I am Lobosa, I have been announced recently a member of the Institute of War"Pulling back his hood, revealing himself to be a kin of the wild. A lion faced man, with a lustrous black mane that has a certain sheen to it"I have come to ask you a many of questions, having had the privilege of summoning you to battle I have adopted a liking to you" A pair of golden orbs staring at Tryndamere

-Lobosa Zuul, the Lion of War

[QUOTE=Lobosazul;33608101]A low rumbling purr resonates from the Lion as he smiles a squinting smile showing the aging lines of his furred face. "My kind are rare to leave their tribes, I am surprised to know that you are aware of our existence" Chuckling heartily then absentmindedly grooming his mane with his claw he turned his attention towards the king.


"I have met one of you before, a traveler. He was given much attention as he where in my city. No one had seen any of them before, he told us many storys about his people and about his homeland. He wanted me travel with him back to valoran as the last time i saw him was when he should travel south through the great barrier when he wanted to travel alone. I have not seen anyone of your kind since." "I wish to learn more about your people." "I see you have had your better days behind you. You have been a great warrior? What threat do you have to fight back where you came from?"

((Sorry if i`am not allowed to ask other than the ask champ in their own thread. X_X i feel so bad actually.))

((Well considering that Riot doesn't have a background check on Rengar's people I'll just be going out on a whim that his people are like the Yauntja))

The Lion chuckled as his expression became misty eyed, remembering the days of his youth "Indeed I was, I wasn't called the Lion of War for nothing back in my time." Pulling up a chair to rest on he continued "My people are stubborn, it is why only a rare few ever leave their tribes. We often bicker amongst each other to prove supremacy over our lands, and for a great reason to do so" Lobosa then smiling from ear to ear "If there is one thing that we love more then fighting, then that would be hunting. We fight for dominance over our hunting grounds, the strongest tribe has the first priority of the hunt, having the first pick of the finest prey that dwell within our lands" His tail then beginning to brush along the floor of Tryndamere's court. "The only threat to our well being would be the prey that we hunt, there is no better glory then bringing back the head of a creature that is a threat to us all" Snapping back to reality he turned his attention back towards Tryndamere with an apologetic look on his face "Forgive this old man for reliving his glory days Great King"

Rhinoa sneaks outside the city walls and finds Grey Wind and smiles. She hands him a treat of meat with the blood still dripping from her hands. She rushed back in the city when a guard saw her. She cursed under her breath and tried to explain to the guard she was only feeding Grey Wind, but he refused to listen. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs at the guard. "I WAS ONLY FEEDING GREY WIND TO KEEP MY BOND WITH HIM!!!!!!"

You mad, bro.

-Brolaf, the Beerzerker