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 Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 6:29 pm
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((Players: Alpaca Chobi and Graceangel))
Imbali:
Her mocking facial expressions started to give way to watching him and listening to him. She narrowed her eyes as she caught every flicker of anything that passed on his face. When he looked down at her, she gave him a rather direct stare right back at him. She was quite prepared to take whatever he wanted to give. His turning to tend to himself though gave her nothing to fight over. She sighed and let her ferocity roll off her back. As much as she wanted to continue to taunt him, she felt these vague pangs of guilt inside at watching him tend his wounds. His wounds she inflicted. She inwardly both rejoiced that hell yeah she was the one who gave them to him. He better learn his place next time. Still, even deeper somewhere, in a place she was surprised existed anymore at that point... the whisper of a conscience that knew he hadn't really done anything to deserve such a physical thrashing. Sure, he said some inflammatory things. She wasn't sure if she overdid it showing him who was really boss.
She inched closer a bit to look at the wound on his arm he was tending. "See.. that's why... Lemme show you how to clean it faster..." She slowly and tentatively held her paw at the edge of his arm. "You're totally right. You dont have to prove anything to me. You don't know me. That's the beauty of the roguelands. Another day, another fight. None of it matters. Everything is immaterial. I can help you though. Since I catch a good amount of my own meals; i've gotten fantastic at licking wounds."
Moke:
Mokes first instinct was to pull his injured arm away but he relaxed and lowered his guard once he was sure she wasn't just going to go in an finish the job she'd started. With a gruff hmphhh he allowed her to inspect his wound. The leopards frown stayed firmly there on his maw.
"I'm aware of how to clean a wound and catch my own meals," He explained, "But... help is always appriciated too I suppose." It hurt his ego to admit that but he did any ways, "I am ...." Moke paused for a moment. They were in the rouge lands and that meant that he really could be any body. They were both some body and no body at the same time. Passing shadows.
"I am the great evil king Moke," The title rolled off of his tongue, "If you are a goddess then I will be a king." Strangers passing through. They were just that. They were anyone.
Imbali:
Her eyes moved up to watch his. Her eyes didn't move from his face though their intensity would flicker and give way from time to time. She licked around her maw and grinned a rather coy smile. She then gently took his arm with both paws. She methodically licked his wound for him the way she did whenever she cleaned one of hers. Except that she went just a little slower. Her eyes were inspecting, guaging his every response and reaction.
When he acknowledged her that way, her eyes also softened with appreciation and what was almost respect. She stopped halfway through a lick. She pulled her face back. "Excellent. Lots of lions all over the continent proclaim themselves and their sons. Why not you too." She almost felt proud of him for being able to come to this understanding.
She yielded another sigh. "Yes. I know exactly what you mean. I too sometimes have others fetch meals for me. Problem with that is that they don't always come right back, or come when you need them to, when you're most hungry, or other such failures." Her mind immediately thinking of that blasted sengal who was supposed to have brought her fish and still hadn't returned.
Moke:
Moke sat and actually enjoyed this female cleaning his wound. His own mother had never tended to his wounds it had always been him if he had a scrape from a fight with one of the pride members or his father. So it was nice to feel the touch of another. His features were stern but on the inside he was quite glad. But then she mentioned something of underlings.
"You have to be tough on them," He sighed, "Crush them in to submission..." This was one on one how to dominate some one, "I'm sure you are tough. But you really need to squash any hopes and dreams they might have.. "
Imbali:
Her eyes looked from side to side and looked at nothing in particular as she pondered how to go about squashing Almasi's hopes and dreams. Did Almasi have any? She had never bothered to find out. What use was it to waste energy getting to know someone you'd have to replace soon enough? This would be something do the next time they were on a between here and there walk. She had no problem with contemplating this recommendation.
She resumed licking his wound though it was mostly cleaned up and looking much better. Her eyes went back to studying him and making frequent direct eye contact. "Submission huh? Well, while I'm not opposed to squashing anyone's anything; I have so far thus attempted to obtain other's servitude through my charms. I can't just have anyone flinging me into trees now can I?"
Her grin grew wide and devious. "I do actually have a slave. I just seemed to have misplaced her. She's so much smaller. Though she's not likely to come back with anything with as long as she's been gone." She gazed at him as she moved from licking his wound to grooming his arm down to his paw. She then carefully and slowly groomed his paw.
Moke:
Moke allowed the female to continue to groom him but it was confusing. Her charms? He knew a few females who had deemed them seleves as such but they were part of his fathers pride. Females were not trust worthy but he supposed neither were males. Nobody was.
"I-I think thats enough," He took his paw back. If you could see the bare skin behind the fur you could see he was blushing. Moke was a bit caught off guard.
"So your slave.. eh..." He stumbled to find the words but he was still so stuck on this female licking his paw. Moke couldn't find the wit to form sentences about slaves. Then the thought of if he wanted this female he could just take her now. It would be another tussel but she'd... No no no no. That wasn't what he was here to do. He didn't want to sire cubs in to this world where he wasn't a proper king. And this female.. he kind of respected her to much to just up and do that. Moke shook his head.
"You know its dangerous to go up to strange males and just start .. eh.. grooming them." He managed.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 9:59 pm
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 4:16 pm
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She sat there flicking her tail from side to side. While she was mostly somewhat calmed down from earlier, she was still feeling quite entertained. She was delighted to be told she was right. It just saturated her already overblown ego. Her eyes smiled as she relished the idea that she was of course right; she was always right. She always felt rather sure of herself and exactly anything she was doing.
Though when she looked back at him and saw that devilish grin. It deeply appealed to a very deep rooted part of her. She'd almost wanted to tell him 'oh there you are', or at least something like that. She didn't. Instead, she merely tried to look as though she weren't actually looking. It wasn't quite a coy move; it was more of just drinking in that expression. So thus far she had made him angry, and now she saw this look of something positively exciting.
She then reminded herself to in fact probably still becareful. Sure, she was a big girl. She mostly knew what she was doing, but she wasn't trying to get herself violated either. In all her time of lone wanderings of this land; she had managed to avoid that. She knew that was largely due to her ability to poof or disappear in a heart beat. However, here in this spot, she might not be able to get away so quickly. 'No matter how much fun, you're having you delicious femme fatale... you keep your space and protect yourself.', she admonished herself.
"Not just underlings. Why... anything you want. Your heart's desire. When you have anything you want when you want it; that's even better than being King of anyone." |
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 8:44 pm
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