Syr
"Nymph, nymph, why are we going back already? It's only been a few days." Fyra raced throughout he grass trying to keep up with the very large very angry lioness. She couldn't let herself rest,s he was still limping and yet she insisted on coming back.
"I need to at least see him again Fyra. I need..I need to bite him to hurt him. I can't just sit about." She grumbles trying to walk more steadily, her back hind leg held a limp and her spine still hurt though there was a callous formed over the opening.
"Just this once, let me be the fool Fyra." She sighs forcing herself in to a sitting position, holding her head high she takes a deep breath and roars summoning the old male she had to fight to win her place in this pride.
"I need to at least see him again Fyra. I need..I need to bite him to hurt him. I can't just sit about." She grumbles trying to walk more steadily, her back hind leg held a limp and her spine still hurt though there was a callous formed over the opening.
"Just this once, let me be the fool Fyra." She sighs forcing herself in to a sitting position, holding her head high she takes a deep breath and roars summoning the old male she had to fight to win her place in this pride.
Pinch
A shiver crept up his spine when he heard that roar. That sweet, sweet sound. He recognized it instantly. It was the sound he'd been waiting for these past few days. He knew she'd come back. She wouldn't stop coming back until she won her place in the pride. Taraxa rose to his feet, peering at Nymph with his golden eyes. A grin instantly spread to his maw. While he did love pushing her buttons, he realized that doing so wasn't putting him in her good graces. Ah, well. There would be time for that later. Now was the time to watch those blood-red eyes light up with fire while he taunted her.
"Back so soon, kitten?" Oh, how she thrilled his warrior's heart. All females paled next to this scarred goddess. HIS scarred goddess. "Will you win today?"
"Back so soon, kitten?" Oh, how she thrilled his warrior's heart. All females paled next to this scarred goddess. HIS scarred goddess. "Will you win today?"
Syr
Narrowing her bloody red eyes she hisses quietly. "I'll win today old man." She grumbles the fur not he back of her neck lifting up in to sheer salmon spikes. "I'll teach you to call me kitten." She spits diving at him in a mad rage. She had promised herself that she wouldn't just charge in this time. She had promised she would just fight using her brain for once, but that one silly little taunt, Kitten, and she was flying off the handle again.
Fyra sits down and sighs heavily. Nymph was so angry about everything. She knew that the minute that little nickname came out that she wouldn't think, she would just be exposed and that made her both sad and angry. Her words meant nothing though so laying down she sighs and shakes her head, how she wished she could help the salmon lioness, how she wished she could just be more patient. It wasn't to be though, so she had to just watch while her friend got herself hurt more again.
Fyra sits down and sighs heavily. Nymph was so angry about everything. She knew that the minute that little nickname came out that she wouldn't think, she would just be exposed and that made her both sad and angry. Her words meant nothing though so laying down she sighs and shakes her head, how she wished she could help the salmon lioness, how she wished she could just be more patient. It wasn't to be though, so she had to just watch while her friend got herself hurt more again.
Pinch
Her temper was glorious. She was a little spitfire, and he loved it. It made him ache to see how far he could push her until her temper exploded and shattered them both into a million pieces. He held back, though. He already had much to make up for; he'd pushed her and pushed her each time she came back to get into the pride. One day she would win.
Her dive hit him low and knocked him a bit off balance, but he swiftly recomposed himself. She was packing a lot of power in her punches, and he would have to be on his toes today. A large paw swept out, claws unsheathed, and he struck out at her, aiming at her chest. There would be no foreplay today. Down to business.
Her dive hit him low and knocked him a bit off balance, but he swiftly recomposed himself. She was packing a lot of power in her punches, and he would have to be on his toes today. A large paw swept out, claws unsheathed, and he struck out at her, aiming at her chest. There would be no foreplay today. Down to business.
Syr
She felt herself connect with that older, but very bulky boy and it made her heart soar, she knew she could win but that moment of self praise left her chest open and he cut deep across her pink fur who quickly started to turn to a bloody red. "For the love of.." She grumbles diving away from him and turning to strike at his shoulder. "Stop scratching me." She laughs a deep growl in that laughter. It was stupid to demand such a thing and she was starting to love that her once prestige coat now sang of the battles with this old male but god she hated that he kept hitting her,s he just wanted to leave one big scar on him. She wanted him to know she was good enough but already she was in pain, every leap creased the long calloused mark on her spine and she knew before long it would start bleeding again.
Fyra barked as Nymph spoke out against Taraxa, but she quickly sat down. Wy was nymph so amused by the scratches? Oh how she wished that Taraxa would just roll over. Her friend needed a real rest. If it went south this time, she would have to tie Nymph down.
Fyra barked as Nymph spoke out against Taraxa, but she quickly sat down. Wy was nymph so amused by the scratches? Oh how she wished that Taraxa would just roll over. Her friend needed a real rest. If it went south this time, she would have to tie Nymph down.
Pinch
Was he perverse in the fact that her claws digging into his shoulder brought him a little bit of pride? He would bear the scars of her many battles, and though the sting of her claws in his flesh wasn't enjoyable, the fact that she had marked him was. He was shocked to hear her laugh and he stumbled, golden eyes wide on her face. Even his mouth gaped a bit, and he made no move to strike back. She was an enigma, his Nymph, and he could never have enough of her.
He stood there, watching her, a smile playing across his muzzle. That laugh had knocked the sense out of him, obviously, and he just stared at her like a cub, enthralled by her laughter.
He stood there, watching her, a smile playing across his muzzle. That laugh had knocked the sense out of him, obviously, and he just stared at her like a cub, enthralled by her laughter.
Syr
Looking at the big male she shakes her head, her deep bloody red eyes fixed on him, had she stumped him? She looked at the odd look on her face and laughed again pouncing at him, her claws unsheathed her back aching her chest dyed bloody red. "You look like a spanked cub Taraxa." She smirks a low growl in her chest as she reaches out to claw at his shoulders. "I have you this time old man." She purrs a light laugh echoing through her chest.
Fyras ears lift and she smiles. What had that one little laugh done to Taraxa? He looked stunned. Had Nymph injured him so that he couldn't move? Oh she hoped so! Were they finally to joint his home that Nymph so desperately wanted in to?
Fyras ears lift and she smiles. What had that one little laugh done to Taraxa? He looked stunned. Had Nymph injured him so that he couldn't move? Oh she hoped so! Were they finally to joint his home that Nymph so desperately wanted in to?
Pinch
She had him for as long as she wanted him if only she kept laughing. He didn't want to look like a complete failure though, and Taraxa didn't think she'd appreciate him just letting her win. He tried to dodge the rake of her claws but he couldn't, still so stupified by that rusty, unused laugh that she'd shocked him with. He hadn't been expecting it, not at all.
She had him by the shoulders and he couldn't stop himself from tumbling back. She could've done anything to him, anything at all, and he would've let her. It would seem that she'd found his downfall. He stared up at her, eyes still wide and the smile that'd been toying with his grizzled features growing into a full-on rapturous beam.
She had him by the shoulders and he couldn't stop himself from tumbling back. She could've done anything to him, anything at all, and he would've let her. It would seem that she'd found his downfall. He stared up at her, eyes still wide and the smile that'd been toying with his grizzled features growing into a full-on rapturous beam.
Syr
She laughed joyously her claws making sure to rake down his side, she wanted to leave her mark, it was her turn. Her turn to pin him down and show him that she was a warrior, she was dangerous and a killer, and she was here to take him down.
His body tumbled and she followed him her chest heaving as she stood for a moment straddled, catching her breath an amused chuckle. she looked almost down at the big male, for the first time she wasn't looking in to his mocking eyes, she wasn't' gaining another scar to her fur. She was just looking at him and a feeling of relief rolled over her. Strolling over to him she pushes his shoulder and straddles him. "Do you submit?" she whispers breathlessly her teeth flashing in a threat but also with a strong confident smile.
Fyra jumped to her paws and barked madly wagging her little tail and smiling. "Are we home? are we home?" she yaps waiting stiff legged and impatient.
His body tumbled and she followed him her chest heaving as she stood for a moment straddled, catching her breath an amused chuckle. she looked almost down at the big male, for the first time she wasn't looking in to his mocking eyes, she wasn't' gaining another scar to her fur. She was just looking at him and a feeling of relief rolled over her. Strolling over to him she pushes his shoulder and straddles him. "Do you submit?" she whispers breathlessly her teeth flashing in a threat but also with a strong confident smile.
Fyra jumped to her paws and barked madly wagging her little tail and smiling. "Are we home? are we home?" she yaps waiting stiff legged and impatient.
Pinch
"Aye." There wasn't anything else he could say. She was utterly magnificent, utterly fascinating. She ignited his warrior's blood with an intensity that he didn't understand but he enjoyed with every ounce of his being. He did submit to her. Though a Stormborn through and through, he knew when he was had. She'd had an unfair advantage in the battle, but he didn't mind. He'd have done it all over again if only to hear her laugh once more. He could fight back now, but Taraxa had to admit, he was quite comfortable where he was, pinned beneath her, at her mercy.
He had gained many scars from her, and he would wear each one proudly. He hoped she felt the same. Grinning up at her like a buffoon, Taraxa couldn't help but feel a little proud of this large pink lioness who had finally won a place with the Stormborn.
He had gained many scars from her, and he would wear each one proudly. He hoped she felt the same. Grinning up at her like a buffoon, Taraxa couldn't help but feel a little proud of this large pink lioness who had finally won a place with the Stormborn.
Syr
Nymphaea chuckles lightly "Yes Fyra we are home." She smiles looking down at Taraxa. "You need to show me where I can rest up you've mussed my fur up again." She smiles a proud smile not moving from her position just yet, she liked this perch, sitting on top of him, he was, for the moment, the loser, her b***h after all of the hastle she had from him, he was finally below her. She leans down momentarily to groom her chest fur, she was very proud of her new scars. Proud that she bore them as a sign that she was a great warriors.
Fyra laughs and pads up to her friend growling playfully at nymph she pulls the lionesses tail tuft and pulls a tongue at Taraxa. "You fell down." She barks happily wagging her tail.
Nymph laughs and finally removes herself from his chest grooming the little fire coloured jackal. "Indeed he did Fyra, he fell down very hard."
Fyra laughs and pads up to her friend growling playfully at nymph she pulls the lionesses tail tuft and pulls a tongue at Taraxa. "You fell down." She barks happily wagging her tail.
Nymph laughs and finally removes herself from his chest grooming the little fire coloured jackal. "Indeed he did Fyra, he fell down very hard."
Syr
Lifting her head high she followed the big soft brown male towards the prides dens, she roared with him. She was a storm born now and she would prove herself to be amongst the strongest of warriors. She didn't fail to notice that he seemed to be pleased, overly pleased with her in fact. Perhaps he had never had his a** handed to him by a girl before? She would ask him about that some other time.
Fyra follows at Nymphs hind leg howling happily when the two large lions roared in unison. They were home now. She liked the thought and she also knew that though Nymph felt strong right now she would be in pain later. She pondered asking Taraxa about a healer but she knew that would knock Nymphs pride so she simply followed quietly decided for herself that she would find a healer to stitch nymph up this time.
The big pink lioness glanced sideways at Taraxa. "Perhaps we can spar sometime Taraxa, when my chest heals." She states a little laugh sounding at the end of her words. "Of course, don't think I will go easy on you old man." She purrs excited to see her new home, to claim a den to be alone and clean her wounds and just think about being home, about her great victory against this most worthy opponent.
Fyra follows at Nymphs hind leg howling happily when the two large lions roared in unison. They were home now. She liked the thought and she also knew that though Nymph felt strong right now she would be in pain later. She pondered asking Taraxa about a healer but she knew that would knock Nymphs pride so she simply followed quietly decided for herself that she would find a healer to stitch nymph up this time.
The big pink lioness glanced sideways at Taraxa. "Perhaps we can spar sometime Taraxa, when my chest heals." She states a little laugh sounding at the end of her words. "Of course, don't think I will go easy on you old man." She purrs excited to see her new home, to claim a den to be alone and clean her wounds and just think about being home, about her great victory against this most worthy opponent.
Pinch
Taraxa laughed robustly, grinning at Nymph. "You already know I am always here to spar. And you already know I won't go easy on you." He paused, thinking about that comment for a moment. "Unless you laugh. That will do me in each time." A grin, and he continued forward, leading the lioness in to meet their Warloard so that she might become acquainted with their leader before she found her own den to claim and rest in.
