Sabia =
Tropiki =
Sabia a wanderlust female of adolescent age was perched calmly at the top of a small incline leading to a dreary, dungeon like den. Her piercing eye's glared out, she'd left her boy-toy for a while, a large male with a direct hatred to her Father, every teenage girls dreams, the boy who hates her Dad.. funny how that comes to be! Her tail flicked and seemed to kink about irregularly, mimicking her mood. Her mind flowed slowly, she was not on the run, her woudll accept her back with open paws after what Kupa had done, or so she presumed, she did not realize his plots just yet, it seemed no one did.
So here she remained, alone, quiet and angry. Her pelt shivered, there were a few presences about, she assumed it was Kupa trying to find her in her moment of insanity, something was unfortunately genetic, if only she had known she had an Aunt, she would see the connection of her personality compared to Angras.
"Now the day is half gone and Kupa has not found me yet. What to do, what to do.." She groaned.
Tropiki'baa was on the move again. The tropically colored lion never settled in one place for too long, incase someone unfortunate came a knocking. It was not an easy life to live, but it was his and it was free. He wasn't without his company, serenading women of the different territories in which he passed. One night stands that kept his temporary dens warm and his needs satiated. A bachelor's life.
"If you could only see the way she loves me, than maybe you would understand," Tropiki'baa mused lyrically, his voice that of a true song birds. Tropiki had been singing ever since he could remember. When his mother was still living, she would tell him stories about how he would not only ask to be sung lullabies, but sing along with them until he managed to put himself to sleep. It was an odd talent, his voice.
There was always the downside of having a beautiful voice, though. Other males found him weak, regardless of his size and muscle build, and would accuse him of being a male-lover, something that was never true. Most of them were either dead or alone now, so it bothered him none. What goes around, comes around and the forces of nature had made sure they had gotten theirs.
"Why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do. If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says... When she says she loves me," He chirped.
"Yes you, you big lug. Look as cuddly as a fresh patch of grass untouched by ones body pressed to it. Your fur reminding me of a beautiful sky, scattered with bright birds singing their cheerful songs." Her tone became lively, losing the weight of her stronger purr, which did not dissapate, but rather became softer, more endearing in truth. She moved closer, watching his eye's move about her as she felt hers move about him. Though she obviously coudln't tell his thoughts of wanting to trick her, and she just simply coudln't control herself. It was not within her means to do so.
"Such a pretty sound...I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself, traveling Bard. My name is Sabia, Sabia`Deimos. Daughter to a fool and his slut." She growled a little through her smiles and such. A simple sentence, saying so little, yet saying so much. "You are not trespassing, you, you are pretty enough to go where you please. A collectible if you will." She admired him openly some more. Upon the words he spoke, calling her beautiful, well she knew she was in. Knew she had won, whether he wanted her to win or not. The winning was done.
"Well, why not stay for a while, I'm sure with traveling you have brought many interesting stories you could tell me about, you look weary.. a rest might do you some good." Her growls gone, her full smiles return and she is on her way again moving towards the male with almost practised ease and precisions in moving away, peting the bottom of his chin ever so slightly with her tail, an open invitation to her home.
"What are you waiting for?" She purrs out softly.
Tropiki was both pleased and suspicious with how openly Sabia was with her intentions. She didn't have to articulate her motives for him to pick them up, but on that same instance there was those untold motives that one had to keep in mind. Tropiki knew he would have to be on his guard with this one, no one was so open with the their background unless they were attempting to lull you into a false sense of security, or they were simply stupid. She obviously didn't seem the stupid type.
Tropiki smiled at her pleasantly, allowing her to brush her tail against his chin as she invited him to come stay with her awhile, "If you really don't mind, Miss Sabia. It'd be nice to take a rest that doesn't involve keeping one eye open."
Tropiki found it amusing how she had referred to him as a collectible, as if he were something she could possible control or own. He had been owned for most of his life, in body, mind and spirit and if she was thinking she could possibly re-enter him into a slavery he didn't want, she was oh so wrong. He was far more than just a friendly, vocally gifted lion. There was a horrible side to him, something those who actually saw it never lived to speak of it. Danger in a beautifully wrapped package.
"Well, for a fool and a slut they made quite a lovely daughter, if I may say so myself. I've never seen such vibrant reds before," He said, looking over her simple, yet striking markings. Wings like bats or a demon, reds and yellows that hinted towards rage and desire. Cumulate that with the personality he was currently seeing, and you created quite a lust-worthy package. Something both good and bad may want to possess.
Eye's watched him closely, tranced into a tunnel view, her personalities viwes taking control then slipping, then returning. She began to feel dizzy. That quickly went away before she coudl fret about it and she smiled at Tropiki again.
"If you didn't have to keep one eye open, what kindof bland night would that be? Where I come from the nights were so exciting we had to learn to sleep with both eye's open!" She happily mocked him, attempting a joke that had oh so much meaning behind it from her past. "Are you afraid of me male? I have yet to learn your name, and have yet to see a paw even shudder a movement forward?" Her nose twitches lightly and her face contorts into that of great dispair, "Have I somehow offended you?"
Her ears flit back, tail tweaks and eyes' get watery. His compliments barely make it to her ears, but she seems to make a bit of a grimace at the thought of her red pelt.
