Flik:He wanted to be mad. He wanted to scream, yell, and shake the brains out of the bearish lion for having left him behind to deal with the angry lioness tribe. He wanted to go on a tyrade about his condition, the burrs in his fur, the rotten corpses he’d had to live on, and the nightmare of being tangled up for nearly a full day in a jungle. He wanted, badly, to unleash verbal hell on his companion- but the b*****d looked just as miserable and tired as he was. Perhaps more so.
Viktor was frustrating for any number of reasons. He was reckless for one, uncouth for two, and impossible to stay angry with for three. His intentions were always good despite his complete lack of thought when it came to his methods. He grinned like an idiot when Flik came storming in, and welcomed him as if they’d just been enjoying a fresh kill together.
Damn him.
At the friendly greeting and the warm smile, much of Flik’s anger melted away, leaving him simply exhausted and agitated.
“Next time… I would appreciate some kind of verbal agreement.” He insisted, “If you wanted to use me as bait- it would have been nice to know about it beforehand. Secondly- you never arranged a meeting point. You have no idea what I went through to get home! And thirdly- you look like hell.”
Viktor:
It was interesting to watch the shifts of emotion on the younger lion's face, Viktor's eyebrows raising as he watched it change from aggression to an anger that petered out as quickly as it came to the softer face of his friend. Lowering himself into a rough sitting position, he flickered his tail as he listened to every word that came from Flik's muzzle, rolling his shoulders softly.
"It was a situation that I had little timing for, it wasn't all cubs and fluff for me either. You have no idea how happy I am that you survived everything well . . . " He trailed off, looking over the lion again with a serious gaze, his dark eyes making sure that his friend had not suffered any life threatening accidents before returning to the context at hand.
"I had been nearly caught by some guards from the pride and had to flee before I could be taken. Not like that would have happened, but I figured you would have been better off mingling with whatever came around you than a large brute such as myself. I'm just glad to see you're in one piece."
"Did you find out anything?"
Flik:
“Mingling?” Flik spat, his eyes igniting once more. “MINGLING!?” He echoed, throwing a paw up in the air. “Those lionesses didn’t like males, Viktor. They wanted to skin my backside and spike it to the nearest tree! If I’d been just a few whiskers closer, they’d have gotten that wish! Mingling, my god…” He sat himself down and brought a paw to his forehead. Typical Viktor…
“Next time we go on a mission, I think we need to send one of the Chisou in first. Get information so we know what kind of hornet’s nest we’re knocking over. From now on, I make the plans.”
He took a deep breath and lowered his paw back to the ground. “Nothing. Not until I got back anyhow… have you spoken with Gremio? The old nanny hen’s clucking along the boarders. Worse than usual.” He corrected himself. “Apparently, there’s a pale lioness haunting the territory, claiming to have seen Neclord- or some of his followers.”
Viktor:
Viktor couldn't contain his amusement throughout all the tirade that his friend went into, his hard laugh emitting from deep within his chest, his eyes glimmering as Flik went off like, well . . like a sharp bolt of lightning. He did feel a little guilty, though, hearing what his friend went through - but he had a hard time showing it.
"Okay, okay you win." He stated suddenly, taking a deep break from his amusement to sober up a bit, sticking his mane back a bit with a large paw. "Next mission we'll try to take a couple others with us, so if there's any sort of coupe, we'll have a more solid company than just going over it With a nail like we did this time. No worries, friend." He assured Flik.
It wasn't until the younger lion started talking about a pale lioness wandering the pridegrounds. Turning his head to look around his surroundings, his eyes sharpened a little further than the usual smile that they had in them, making him look a lot older than he appeared to be. "Where, and how often is she claiming these? Could she be one of the lost, in the head that is?" he asked quietly, pinpointing on his old friend.
