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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 3:54 pm
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The world was much brighter recently. The winds were cooler, more comfortable. The grass softer. And best of all, her belly fuller. Now that she was seeing Finch every so often, and with him came food, Isobana began to feel her body regain some of the health it lost over the last several moon cycles due to the drought. Because of her expectation of his visits, Isobana found herself pretending to take guard duty for the territory. In reality, she was relaxing every several days in the hopes of getting another chance to see him. And, well, food. She didn't feel bad about expecting him to bring her nourishment. She hadn't asked him. He simply did it. And... she admitted to herself, he was funny. A small smile grew on her maw at the memory of his laugh.
The problem, though, was he hadn't pursued her in anyway. The smile slipped. He seemed completely uninterested in affection, which felt almost the same as a rejection when she placed herself in a way that screamed 'love me, cuddle me, show me any sort of affection for heaven's sake!' When he'd failed to do so after their third meeting, she'd resigned herself to the idea that he simply wasn't interested in more than her conversation. Shouldn't she be...? Well not happy, but not disappointed someone wanted to talk to her for more than just... an ungentlemanly reason? She sighed, a frown now deepening on her lips from her thoughts.
While she'd been warring internally, getting lost in her thoughts, Isobana's senses had stayed ever vigilant. The frown sunk even deeper when she noticed a figure on the horizon. She knew immediately from the color it wasn't Finch. She ignored the sad pang of disappointment that curled in her stomach. Wind that had felt so nice moments ago now brought an unfamiliar scent... or was it? The smell that drifted her way was only slightly familiar. Very different, but still... a hint of the same smell that drifted off Finch. When the gust of wind picked up more, she was certain there was a similarity.
Standing, she was no longer pretending to be a guard. She was guarding her territory that housed her sisters and their children. The Abholi could defend themselves, she thought spitefully as she watched the figure progressively grow closer.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 3:22 am
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The rust-red Captain provided a powerful image as he strode along, confident and relaxed despite being all alone out in the roguelands. With his deep red fur and thick, black mane he was in his prime. His body muscular and littered with the scars of a lifetime spent fighting. He moved with an easy casualness that spoke of both his prowess and his status, for only a lion of rank held himself in such a way.
Ragnvard grinned as he padded along. It had been a good Viking. His band were well fed and content with their gains, even Ragnvard had to agree that two new thralls and four hyena skins was a good haul. Never mind the free kill they had dicovered. Running off the three lionesses who had been clearly just killed it had been too easy and barely needed even a roar of challenge.
Yet Ragnvard had a reason for coming all this way on a Viking, as indeed the Bonelands were not one of the typical places for a Stormborn to visit. But Ragnvard had found this land last season when his sister had wandered away from the band and very nearly got herself into trouble with the local King. Rolling his eyes at the memory he chuckled to himself. He had brought his sister back and they had left, but Ragnvard hadn't forgotten this land and had done some research into the Bonelands. As his sister had at least managed to get the name of the pride before being run off by the male. What he had learned had fasinated him and he had been determined to come back here ever since. A whole pride of females! And only two or three males to protect and provide for them. Ragnvard had absolutly no interest in taking this place over, it was way too much work to protect an entire pride, and not even a fighting pride at that. But no red blooded lion could pass up such an oppertunity. Surely with only a few males around, the lionesses would be more than interested in a new face....
Grinning to himself he felt sure that this trip would be a far more pleasent visit than his last. He had thralls and food and his reavers were content. All he desired now was a little personal pleasure for himself before they set off on the long trail back home.
Eventually he caught a scent on the breeze. One that was unfamiliar but clearly that of a pride lion. Maybe he would be lucky and it would be one of the females this time, and not their grumpy protector. Continueing along the path he soon came within sight of a long figure. Most certainly a female. Altering his course just slightly he made his way towards her, remaining casual and relaxed as he drew near.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 11:39 am
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As the male approached, Iso surveyed his appearance. He gave off a very dangerous air, one that frightened her just as much as it interested her. He was scarred head to toe, but wasn't disfigured because of it it. Instead he looked all the more... attractive. Of course, appearances could be deceiving, and attractive or not, he was a stranger that somehow seemed to be up to no good. Walking tall and confident, the male had gotten into ear shot. Isobana took a step forward, head high, and held her ground. "You're not welcome here Stranger." He voice rang out in the air between them, a space that grew smaller as the male approached.
Iso thought back to Finch. If this stranger and he were from the same territory⏤which she believed they were based on the subtle smell of salt⏤then she was out of luck. She knew very little about the pride he'd recently joined. Finch wasn't open about their customs, or even their name, and she'd assumed it was because discussing his pride meant discussing hers. She was obligated to stay here in the Bonelands, to stay with the lions who took her in when she was nearly starved. But she resented the structure, mostly because she wanted babies. Babies she couldn't readily have. It was a lonely life, mostly because Iso didn't have the people skills necessary to make an abundance of friends. She really only needed the company of one or two and she would be pleased.
Mentally shaking herself, she returned from her thoughts to the here and now. She refused to blink and kept her face passive despite her interest in this Stranger. The smell that wafted off him was... a lot more interesting than she'd initially observed. There was salt, sweat... and definitely blood. To her relief, it didn't smell of lions blood, maybe that of a fresh kill... Hopefully, at least... And testosterone. Oh, the smell of a man whose seen a pretty lioness. She got that a lot, despite her own scars. Her snout that her own mother marred did not lessen her beauty or self esteem. It made her braver, more confident if she were being honest. It also made her less likely to be challenged.
Tanakako 8'3 I renamed the RP to something less corny... hope that's okay!
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 3:06 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 2:43 pm
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He was content to wait and let the lioness calm down. After all, he was here for pleasure, not business. And if he could coax her into seeing him as, if not a friendly face, then at least not the enemy, he may be able to persuade her to join him for the afternoon. And if not her, then hopefully he could find another lioness who would be interested in broadening her horizons.
So he sat and waited, his friendly if self assured smile remaining while he waited for her to sort herself out. When she eventually replied he was pleased that he had got the right pride. Her continued suspiscion amused him greatly, even if he had to admit that she was wise to be wary of him. On another day she may have been in danger, after all she was just one lioness and he was a Stormborn Captain. However he could see something other than his pressence was eating at her and so he stayed quiet, and was rewarded a moment later as she asked him about his own homeland.
"I'm from the Myrsky Syntynyt." He answered, wondering if she had heard of his pride,
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 12:16 pm
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The expression that crossed Isobana's face showed that she was not convinced about the heartless murders part. Iso wondered how many of those scars were from victims of this lion's way of life? Why she was discussing anything with him was a better question to wonder on, she noted. But the loneliness she had been feeling moments ago reached up and silenced that voice once again. Male company was rare for her... and, well, frankly, she missed it. Especially when they were curious to know more about her. Everyone in this pride knew all there was to know. She'd been a Bonelander long enough that her stories were told (mostly) and otherwise, nothing much went on. Other than the occasional hunt, at least.
His question, again, made her suspicious all the same. She went through the process of examining the harm that could come from answering him. This was more dangerous a question than her home's name... this was a name of a stranger. If word got around he was hanging out at the Bonelands, that could pose problems for them both. So she left out the name. "You... well. I thought you were from the same pride as a friend of mine. That's all." She didn't make eye contact with Ragnvard, and instead suddenly was interested in the horizon to the left (or rather conveniently).
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 1:56 am
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At the mention of the firekin, the male grinned widely, his eyes lighting with interest. he certainly didn't seem to take offence at her previously abrupt tone and instead moved towards her slightly in an inviting move. "That sunds like the perfect place. Why don't you lead the way?" he hknew who the firekin where, he had met (and slept with) enough of their outcastes to have a good idea of the pride, its location, and its temperment. Another warlike pride who fought and trained daily? It sounded like a challenge to him! He would have liked to test one of their warriors, but right now, this day, he already had a project. This lioness.
If he got into a fight with the firekin at the watering hole? Well, then it was simply fate and he would enjoy it greatly. But hopefully, he would mange to pry open this reluctant beauty instead. She intrigued him and he was more in the mood for love than war this time around.
In Good Faith Gah, I didn't realise you had tagged!!! So sorry!
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2019 7:43 am
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