She was a wolf; he was a panther.
He was a king; she was a Luna.
Two forces united.
Two kingdoms mended.
Two hearts bonded.
Two souls intertwined.
She will be his savior, his salvation.
He will be her anchor, her alpha.
Nothing can stop the c...
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T'Challa, dressed in his Black Panther armor, sits at the console in the back of the Royal Talon Fighter. A BBC news report plays on the screen.
"The tiny nation of Wakanda is mourning the death of its monarch, King T'Chaka. The beloved ruler was one of many confirmed dead after a terrorist attack at the United Nations a week ago. The Suspect has since been apprehended." she says, and an image of the building is still smoking. The young prince clutches his helmet that rests in his lap as the reporter continues, "Though it remains one of the poorest countries in the world, fortified by mountain ranges and an impenetrable rain forest, Wakanda does not engage in international trade or accept aid. The succession of the throne is expected to fall to the oldest of the King's two children, Prince T'Challa."
Piloting the craft while seated in the lotus position is Okoye, the Head of the Dora Milaje. "My Prince, coming up on them now," she speaks, and an overhead view of a six-car convoy moving like a sinister serpent through the surrounding wilderness. Then, in the sky, a shimmering futuristic-looking aircraft.
T'Challa stands and walks over to a table where a hologram made of sand appears. Okoye gets out of her chair and grabs her spear off the wall. She moves towards the back of the craft. "No need, Okoye. I can handle this alone." T'challa says, making Dora stop and sigh, returning her spear to the wall while her prince.
T'Challa gives his friend a soft smile. "I will get Nakia out as quickly as possible." Okoye places six kimoyo beads into T'Challa's gloved hands. "Just don't freeze when you see her," she says with a teasing smile on her lips. The prince raises an eyebrow and says, "What are you talking about? I never freeze." He slips on his helmet and crosses his arms.
Okoye opens her closed fist, dropping Panther out of the aircraft.
Panther hurdles through the clouds and throws the spheres toward the cars below. The spheres change into edged discs that we follow through the air as they zip toward...WHAM. The discs mount themselves to the vehicles' hoods, sending a sonic ripple through them, stopping the convoy in its tracks.
The militant leader is riding a shotgun and watches as The driver looks around, confused. He tries turning the key to start the truck up again — nothing. The Militant Leader grabs his AK-47 and climbs out to the front of the car; he spots the disk mounted to it and tries pulling it off to no avail. He raises his fist. "Defense position!" he ordered.
And he slips down a Night Vision monocular as the other militants echo the call and begin to fall in line. Packed closely together, several Nigerian women dressed in hijab sit, waiting.
A cargo truck militant sits amongst the women, rifle in hand, next to a young militant, a child soldier no older than twelve.
A woman is sitting in the back corner, eyes observing the militants intensely. This is NAKIA.
The cargo truck militant stands up and cocks his rifle. "No games," he says, along with the young Young Militant, exiting the vehicle as Nakia watches closely.
Little do they know about the glowing eyes watching them closely.
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You watched as those two legs battled a man in a black catsuit.
He was too strong for them and soon had them down. A woman in a green cloth hissed at him, "Why are you here? Eesh, you ruined my mission!" that's when you noticed someone coming toward them with a poisoned gun. You growl and take pounce at the man tearing into him in minutes.
The two turn around to see you with wide eyes, your white fur spoiled by the man's blood. Then, when you're done, you look up, meeting the human's eyes. They dont say anything, but T'Challa moves his helmet on and unsheathes his claws.
You see this and snarl but turn your back and bolt back to the forest, leaving the humans speechless. But dont worry, that was not the last time you would see those two legs. No, it would at all.
You had heard your calling. And it was that man who was it. You were to serve to aid him. for blood bound by wolf and soul bound to a king.
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sorry for being so short, but the installation is a bit lacking.
