Young, Not So Innocent. [En'da and Hiam]

[Bloody Anubis]

En'dagora hated idle paws more than anything else in her world. Times of neglect, she tried to do as much as she could to make herself known, or hone her skills. But there was only so much a youngling could do around here, even one as ambitious as her.

She was alone again, sitting among the jagged rocks of the terrain. Keen green eyes flickered over her surroundings, always seeking, watching for some opportunity that had yet to show itself. Her claws, small talons, retracted and bared themselves anew, scratching the rocks in hopes of sharpening the hooked edges a little more. There had to be something. In another moment she was going to just get up and attack the nearest peer.  

[honey.roasted.ferrets]

Hiam seemed to be the unlucky cub coming towards her... Unknowingly he trotted along the dusty ground, his head held high, like always. Even though he was young, he walked with a stubborn, arrogant strut. He was all that and a bag of chips, or so the young lion thought.

A soft tune drifted from his throat, his voice rather deep and husky for his age. It betrayed his position, which he didn't bother to hide. Whatever was out there wouldn't dare attacking him... He was the attacker, the cutter, the destroyer... But apparently not that observant, since he didn't notice the female as he started around a large boulder...  

[Bloody Anubis]

At this place and time, Hiam was just another victim. She watched him come, gaze baring down as if it could strip him to the bone. He seemed quite confident- excellent. It was good if she could just pummel another, it was even better if they fought back.

There was only one language En'dagora truly understood, and she was about to say 'hello'. Getting up, she sheathed her claws and padded to the edge of rock, not even pausing in throwing herself from the shelf. She did so as silently as she could, her eager and viscious form outstretched as she aimed for his back. If she'd been given reason to believe this was one of Sparda's trainees, she would have had her claws out.  

[honey.roasted.ferrets]

The young male's dreams of security and safety was shattered as she pounced on him. For a moment he let out a loud yelp, his body going stift and rigid under her. The next moment he was wild, the edges of his vision going a little red.

He had been attacked? How dare the... it... her! It was a her, he came to realize, after a moment of rolling around in the dirt. He growled and bared his small fangs, his eyes narrowed in warning.

"Get OFF! Or I'll claw your face off!" At which point he slapped a clawed paw towards her, not waiting to attack until after she replied...