[PRP-Viking] Paws from the sand

[KasaiLoki]

Kristanf stood in the roguelands. He was still a reaver, but soon, soon he would become a captain. He could only deal with the incessant whining of his current one for so long before he had opted to take a quick leave, stating it would be better to scrounge the grounds in multiple groups than just one.

Luckily the lion had believed him.

So Kristanf stood, waiting, watching for something of interest to cross his path until he had to make his way back towards the small band of lions and return home. It had been a while since he had brought home a thrall. His current ones, while charming in the evening time, were a bore all other. It wasn’t their fault though, the famine ruling the lands made the whole pride draw to a standstill.

Still. Kristanf did not like that. He needed something to entertain his otherwise dull life.

Oh. What was this?

Pale eyes found a new target. A...large target too. A smirk lifted to his maw. Time for a capture.  

[KasaiLoki]

Amon Larethian

It was Kristanf's hope to catch the lioness off guard. That seemed to be the best tactic when it came to his thrall capturing (he only had two out of how many raids?)

Kristanf watched her for a moment, noticing her scanning the area. Well, it wasn't wise to stay hiding, nor was it Kris' personality to do so. Instead of remaining hidden, the male stepped forward, bringing his form out in the open.

Comparatively speaking, the two were probably the same size in height. The Firekin lioness was bigger than what he normally had seen before. An obvious sign he needed her for his little collection. His lip raised slightly as he scented the air. Other's scents were on her too, she may not have been alone. Kris would have to move fast.

"You there," he called out, his voice raspy as he spoke. "Who are you, and where do you come from?"

He was a demanding lion, wasn't he?  

[KasaiLoki]

Amon Larethian

Kristanf snorted. Oh, a wise gal eh?

At one time he would have tried a more...respectful approach. He learned real quickly rogues didn't respect niceness (with the exception of Mohana that was). Other reavers had taught him he needed to be forceful in order to get what he wanted.

What he wanted was this girl as his thrall. But he didn't think she would go so willingly.

His eyes narrowed. "One of the Storm doesn't openly give names out to ones they wish to capture." He sneered, a growl rising from his throat. So. If she wasn't willing to do this the easy way, the hard way it was. Kristanf's claws unsheathed, digging into the soft dirt.

Okay red lioness, let's see what you are made of. Without saying another word, Kristanf pounced, aiming to knock the larger female off balance.  

[KasaiLoki]

Amon Larethian

Kristanf was use to others fighting back, but maybe he had been a little too antsy in his attack. His wound from Ciro's raven had just healed over his eye, and now he could see the lioness aiming for his face just as the avian had done. Kris turn his head at the last moment, so any swipes would have mingled in his mane and not his cheek.

The lion growled, fur raising on the back of his neck, hidden by the thick red mane. No, female. You are not suppose to fight back! He hissed his paw reaching to swipe at the female's shoulder. Can't mar a pretty face now, could we?

Unfortunately, Kristanf wasn't the best fighter against a skilled firekin.  

[KasaiLoki]

Amon Larethian

He was not expecting the move she did. The male's eyes widened when her jowls sunk into his paw. Her shaking her head caused the male to sway and pulled off his front feet. His other paw went to swipe at the other to get her to let go.

When he found an opening, a slight loosening of her grip, Kristanf quickly pulled away his paw. Teeth marks were scraped into her skin, the wound bleeding from the puncture marks. He growled, quickly scrambling backwards to be away from the red lioness.

Fine. He growled. "Nutjob." He snarled, keeping his distance from the larger red lioness.

"I wouldn't want an ugly lioness like you as my thrall anyways." He hissed, ears pinning back as he glared at the female.  

[KasaiLoki]

Amon Larethian

s**t.

Kristanf's ears pinned back as the lioness charged towards him.

"Leave me alone you psycho." Kristanf growled.

The pale lion did what he was best known for when out alone. He ran. The pain in his leg was only masked by the adrenaline that now flowed through his veins. This lioness was going to kill him. He couldn't have that! No matter what sort of aches his leg was telling him.

Kristanf was quick on his feet. He headed back down the path he had come, twisting and ducking under lower branches in his path, hoping that would distract the lioness from her chase.