[PRP] Bloody Freaks (Tollak x Keir)

[Hopefolly]

Keir spent his morning wending through the crowd of adults and their thralls to try and find more appeasing company. He was young, still small, but he gave the impression of greater stature. What he needed was playmates alike in temperament. If he found a rowdy band of siblings, he wouldn't hesitate to join in their games, provided parents weren't looming over them. But only one cub would suffice if that's what it took; he'd rather interact with a lone someone than squander the day on a hapless search for an appropriate group absent both parental watchdogs and whining tendencies.

He clambered onto a stone that he would one day simply walk over. For now, it was a befitting vantage point to survey who among the lions hustling and bustling around him were his age. With some patience — much to his chagrin — he spotted a cub wandering by and called out to him. "Hey! You!"

Caliwolfe

 

[CaliWolfe]

Tollak was in a good mood. He had escaped the confines of the den he and his siblings lived in and now he moved forward with interest in what the new day brought. Avoiding Reaver paws he barely flinched as they nearly trampled him, walking on proudly but with his gaze continuously shifting.

He was searching for a new playmate. It had been forever ago that he had grown bored of his siblings and their predictable shenanigans. After a while he had grown immune to knowing how their minds worked and now relished in the idea of finding someone with a mindset similar to his own. Or perhaps someone who thought entirely differently. Whichever he happened upon it would be pointless unless they agreed to play with him. That could have been unlikely depending if they had somehow heard of Tollak before or not. His version of "play" usually involved some sort of bruising or life threatening stunt that he, and he alone, had confidence they would make through alive.

So when another cub called out to Tollak he had to pause and digest it was him that the cub was talking to. He flicked and ear in response to the strangers voice before turning to face Keir's direction. Oh, that cub was sitting up on a higher stone no wonder he didn't see him before. "Yes, what do you want?" He asked bluntly.

Hopefolly

 

[Hopefolly]

CaliWolfe

Impervious to the cub's curt tone, Keir sprang from the rock and onto the ground in front of him. He voiced an observation equally pithy that doubled as the most clever insult he could drum up on the spot. "You look like a thrall's cub. You a thrall's cub?" Halfway through his accusations, Keir had crouched down, bracing himself for physical retaliation, eyes centered and rump high in the air. In hindsight, Tollak could have been a thrall. Keir just assumed they kept their youngsters elsewhere doing... whatever thralls did when they weren't working.  

[CaliWolfe]

"I'm not a thrall's cub." Tollak was insulted Keir thought he looked like one. As far as Tollak was concerned he was son of Inari- the bestest female warrior ever. To even consider himself as a thralls cub? Pah- a laughable matter really. In fact he felt inclined to inform Keir on the matter and said "My mom's a reaver" to him. He forgot to mention she was still in training and had yet to actually go a-Viking yet; but who really needed to know that? Tollak began to half-circle the black furred cub as he asked with a sneer "Why? Are you a thrall's cub?"

As the other boy had been hoping Tollak then proceeded to curled into a ball in preparation for an attack. He lingered in his place on the rocks only long enough to hear what Keir's response was before he withdrew his claws slightly and pounced. He had to be careful, the last time he withdrew his claws completely he nearly took his sister's eye out, and well... Mom wasn't too happy about that.

Hopefolly

 

[Hopefolly]

CaliWolfe

Aside from the obvious, Keir wasn't old enough to draw any conclusions from the status of Tollank's mother. The politics, the denied opportunities to females under Njal's reign, all of it was lost on him. The only thing he translated from that was it meant this cub wasn't a thrall and, honestly, he hardly cared to start with. Punching bag or like-minded sparring partner, he'd take either.

Was he a thrall?

Keir didn't dignify that with a response. Maybe he'd have bragged about his own parents if he'd had the time, but he was distracted by Tollak's rotund posture. Claws were out and tiny teeth bared by time they rolled across the ground, Keir squawking viciously but not spitefully at him. ("Viciously" was more like it.)

Fight, fight, fight!  

[CaliWolfe]

Hopefolly

Tollak was not one to hold back, try as he might to remember the mercy he had been wanting to prove he had. Instead he slashed relentlessly at Keir's fur, praying deep within the pits of his being to see bloodshed. He seemed to care not for the wounds he was causing (if he was causing any, it was rather hard to tell with a paw shoved in your face). It didn't matter. The blood his elbow was leaking as Keir smashed him down on an awkwardly shaped rock. The scrap he had given him in retaliation. None of it mattered, all that ever mattered was the satisfaction of fighting itself. Oh, and the fact that he had someone to fight against that wasn't liable to run away at any given moment. That was pretty important too.

As the duo thrashed about Tollak bit his tongue by mistake. He licked his lips so he could expose himself to the taste of it and grinned in delight at the metallic flavor.  

[Hopefolly]

CaliWolfe

The battle would never look as fierce to the world around them as it would in Keir's memories when he thought back on this later. Two balls of fur, claw, and teeth rolling around on the dirt. They had managed to separate just in time for Keir to see that vile lick of the lips. Gross.

He wasn't squeamish to blood, as any lion who was would be liable to starve given their predatory diet. But eating his own blood? Yuck.

"You're a freak," Keir spat as circled Tollak (or as they circled each other). If one of them dared a short leap or run they'd be physically fighting again in no time. "You're not a thrall, you're just a freak."  

[CaliWolfe]

Hopefolly

"I'm not a freak." Tollak growled. His eyes were narrowed and he felt the need to hiss out Keir was a freak but he didn't have anything to base that theory on. So instead he said the next best thing that came to mind; "I'm just clean." That wasn't very convincing when his body was covered in scratches. So he raised on of his paws while continuing to walk awkwardly with the rest to licked clean one of his filthy claws.

He also did that to tease the other in the fact that he wasn't intimidated by him. Looking away and not watching him while he groomed his matted fur. Tollak then piped in a few more words before looking up once again. "You looked like you were scared of blood. I was trying to make you feel better."  

[Hopefolly]

CaliWolfe

Keir didn't bother vocalizing how dumb that sounded to him. No, the freak wasn't clean, and so what if he had been? Being pristine didn't get you anywhere in life unless you were a pretty freeborn lioness. "You're stupid," he spat. Another one for the World's Best Insult record books. Youth didn't come with a manual on them. He'd learn better in time. "Forget it," he said thereafter, turning to go with a prominent scowl he'd keep the rest of the day.  

[CaliWolfe]

Hopefolly

These two XD. Also What is life coloring? Keir destroyed my hand ;_;

"You're stupider!" He couldn't help himself this time. Sounding off as Keir turned to walk away. Tollak himself spun with a grumpy "hmph." and a scrowl painted on his features.

Fine. If the black furred cub was going to walk away and leave Tollak without a sparing companion then so be it. He'd fine a new one. Not that he liked that cub as a sparing companion anyways. In fact he hoped he'd never run into him again!

But now he had to locate a new somebody to square off against. Or he could turn around and run-pounce Keir. But that was very, very unlikely to happen.  

[Hopefolly]

CaliWolfe

((The end!


LOL I LOVE that picture. XD Damn you, Keir and your injury-causing!))