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Angra Mainyu had just been visiting his mate, a pretty little black, white and gold female with a personality most common in all the demon pride women. He was growly, hungry, but found himself relaxed and at ease with everything. He'd been getting easier to deal with as the days had gone on, temper swaying to a more relaxed, less potent mood. He yawned softly, paws moving at a slow, but steady pace along the borders of his mates pride, the pride which would become his home after a minor event or two. He had family to deal with first. His step staggered lightly, memory jogged to an introverted male, odd colors inverted from Angras own. Then a brother he felt close to, but would never see eye to eye with. He grumbled smoothly and then was shocked by a sudden appearance.

A male, glowing from eyes to pelt grow in size as he moved in on Angras space. Now Angras space is very large, he likes his bubble that way. Large and in charge. Now thsi male was shrinking, a large object was with it. Perhaps a fight? He pondered thsi curiously and smelled the air, unfortunately the wind was not in his favor, instead the male could smell him. He grumbled at this, favors being taken from him was no inviting idea. He disliked this and pressed forward towards the male.

His mind was made up, Angra was hungry. He'd fight for this kill, or at least find a way to nab some of it. his stomach grumbled with an odd intensity that could match his growls of attack. Moving smoothly he spotted teh direction of the lion, this lion did appear to be glowing. how strange? While Angra pondered this feat, something of the Gods he imagined, he also plotted how to go about feeding himself with that large hunk of meat.

His plan broke up with this, pretend to be part of the demon pride, act his usual way, get meat. Seemed brilliant, but he didn't realize what exactly Balia might say to him. Perhaps something along the lines of 'just join already', but he wasn't interested in settling down just yet. Not now, not after knowing his Father existed. He growled at that thought, his unpelasant childhood matching the other flashes of memory. He gained another mood negativity point. "You there." He growled. "How much meat is there." He basically pointed at the warthog with his words, sharp, brisk and to the point.

Angra was silently startled by the males willingness to share the prize he'd caught. Upon a better inspection the warthog was full grown, very chubby and filled with good chunks of meat. "Well done." He mumbled softly and gave his chops a good lick. "Yes, hungry. Been traveling a long while with no sight of prey." he sighed at his misfortune of finding nothing. This threw his whole act for a loop, what was the female doing to him. On a regular occasion he'd have attacked regardless of what the lion had said, but here he was giving in. "Want help moving it, seems a bit big for just one lion?" He offered carefully. He was still ready to be aggressive, but figured their passed that now.