[JRP] TBN (Benito x ?)

[Satsurashi]

Poa'leli knew very little about the Pirates, only what he'd heard in stories. Typically the telling of it was colored wildly depending on the source, with rogues advising him to stay away and those associated with neighboring prides slandering the Maestros at every opportunity. Poa'leli himself took it all in but he wanted to know things for himself. Half the time he met someone to talk to, it was a female, and he assumed they were hysterical. The males may not have known anything about what they were talking about, for all Poa'leli knew, or were making junk up to scare him.

Poa'leli was young yet, only an adolescent, but he was one of those cheetahs who thought he knew everything, sort of a brat to be truthful. Not that he saw it that way. Poa'leli's idea to track down the pirates was half attempted bravery and half curiosity, and it never once occurred to him that a ton of strangers who warned him that they were dangerous might have a point. He had it in his head that he was stronger and faster than any adult.

The day was overcast, gray, and threatening rain. The sea was restless, promising that a storm was not far off somewhere. Poa'leli's trek kept his feet off the sand so far, but as he maneuvered along the shoreline he could see beyond the rocks to the breaking surf, searching for signs of life and completely oblivious that anything might see him first.  

[Painted Moose]

Shirou wasn't a typical pirate. Even though he had been raised in the atmosphere, and knew their customs like the back of his paw, his visions set him apart from the crowd. At least, most of it. It made him arrogant and vain, something that powered him on his ego trip to the top. He wanted it all. Recognition, fame, Corsairs, and all the treasure he could hold. What he wanted most of all was a Captain's spot; with that, no one would dare snub him again, and he would be free to command as he saw fit.

Shirou also had a thing for storms. They mirrored the teenage angst that fuelled him, and in a way, helped him to cope. He liked galloping in the waves like an idiot, and pretending like he was some kind of Sea God.

That being said, he most certainly did NOT like it when there were others around to ruin his moment. More to the point, he didn't like the cheetah who was coming up the shore, who very well could have seen him snapping at water like a deranged cub. What was he doing here, anyway? There weren't many cheetahs in these lands, so Shirou knew right off that this wasn't one of theirs. Was he a Viking, then?  

[Satsurashi]

It was hard to miss the brightly-colored young lion down the beach from him, and when Poa’leli saw that he had been spotted as well, he trotted forward. He didn’t pause because he was afraid they would see him as nervous or weak, and his ego didn’t permit that. But it did occur to him to be wary because he’d seen the lion running around in the water like he was insane, so for all the little cheetah knew he might be crazy in the bad way. So Poa’leli was ready to run if it looked like this young lion wanted some trouble.

Once he was within speaking distance (which was actually pretty close, considering that the roar of the waves was drowning out a lot of the sound) he sat in the sand like the cocky guy that he was, tried to look friendly and grinned. “Hey there! Nice day for a swim?” He didn’t care if the lion took offense, but said in in a cheery manner that hopefully took the edge off the comment. “Do you live around here? Can you tell me if I’ve stumbled across the pirate’s territory yet?”

No introduction was offered yet, because if this guy said he wasn’t in the right place Poa’leli intended just to get up and keep on walking, rudeness be damned.  

[Painted Moose]

Shirou tossed his water logged mane out of his field of vision with a decisive flip. His soft azure gaze met the cheetah head on, even as he calmly strode up to meet him. Who did this guy think he was? Only a Captain would treat Shirou like that, or at the very least, someone unaware of his vicious streak.

"Just perfect," he responded, in a clip and well polished voice. He stood with his head tilted up in that self-satisfying way that some teenagers were apt to obtain. Still, he was unsure himself if he was answering to the situation itself or the cheetah. He raised his brow. "And if I said you there, what would you do?"

It was a loaded question. He had to make sure this cheetah meant no ill will before he gaily trotted with him back to the heart of the pride.