He was bored... so Bored! It was midday, too early to start on the fermented fruit that he had spotted fermenting near the priest’s dens. Too late to find a band and go out reaving.. and there was currently not a single thrall in sight! What a disappointing day. Grumbling to himself the irritated reaver paced along, his thick, scarred paws slamming into the earth as if it was the ground’s fault he was in a mood.
Suddenly a crisp, clear voice rang out from in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. Yet the female wasn’t addressing him, she was singing, a cheeky, slightly naughty tune that made one want to tap along with it. She was a little way off the trail and he had to circle round a bluff of grey rock until he caught sight of her. She was crouched over a hole in the ground, digging away with her front paws as she sang, tail high in the air behind her. And considering he came up from that direction, he spent a moment ogling her sleek, lithe form and dark fox-like coat. The bright orange and gold of her markings were striking and reminded him of someone, but for the time being he couldn’t place them. Shrugging the thought away he strode up to her, coming along side even as she quit singing and turned her head to look up at him, her bright yellow eyes questioning but also suspicious.
“Well hello my pretty.” He purred as he leered at her openly, for she was a very pretty thing, lean and fit but not bulky like some of the lioness’, nor was she too skinny, like many thralls. No, she was just right and the intelligent, confident spark in her eyes proved she was no wilting flower. Just the kind of female he liked best. Letting a cocky smirk curl across his muzzle he moved up alongside her, rubbing his solid body against her sleek fur suggestively. “What is such a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here?” He purred, his brown eyes raking over her, enjoying what he saw.
The female stood up and swiftly moved away from him, her vivid eyes narrowing as a snarl lifted one side of her muzzle, revealing glistening, sharp white fangs. “Samael... I didn’t think I;d see your unpleasant face around today.” She growled, the hackles rising along her shoulders and spine as her tail lashed against one hind leg.
“Awww.. don’t say that sweetness. I am always around when a pretty lady needs me.” He grinned at her, seemingly ignorant of her riding ire. Ember snorted, ears flicking back in an expression of distaste. “As if anyone would need you for anything other than a scratching post, Sam.” She returned, her voice icy. “I thought you would be passed out by now, or messing around with someone else’s thrall.” It was well known that he had ‘detained’ many a thrall from her duties, often forcing them someplace quiet and out of the way for a little entertainment. She had rescued more than one unfortunate female from his claws before now. But the thick headed male just didn’t seem to understand that not every female wanted to swoon at his feet, or indeed that most of them wouldn’t have been sad to hear of his permanent demise.
Lifting her lip in disgust as his none too subtle attempt to charm her, she shifted away to put a few feet of air between them, barely able to keep a hold of her temper as he pretended to look saddened by her move, even though the lecherous light in his eyes never dimmed. She would be dead before she let him near her....
“Come now Ember-baby... why would I want a thrall when I have you?” He leered at her again, eyes lingering on her rump and tail.
That was the last straw, with a furious roar she sprung at him, using her lighter body and greater speed to slash open his flank and tear his ear with her sharp fangs before dating away. His own roar of surprised pain was gratifying enough to make her smirk evilly, the expression more a bearing of teeth than any true smile. Her hatred of the dark male was clear but he had never seemed to understand the difference between hatred and any other emotion.
Growling he swiped at her, but she wasn’t there, instead she had sprinted to the side and then leapt again, sinking he fangs into his rump as hard as she could and holding on. His shriek was deafening as he spun back and forth, body twisting to try and get at her but she kept her own fur just beyond his reach. Finally she let go and danced backwards, hackles raised and head low as she snarled savagely. “Leave. Now. Or I will kill you Samael.”
Bleeding heavily he pinned his ears and hissed at her like a scalded cat. “You will change your mind once I’m Captain, Ember. Just wait and see.” Despite her furious growling and the blood pouring down his side, he hadn’t gotten the message that she loathed the very sight of him. Really, it was almost impressive, how self centred and egotistical he was.
“GO!” With a roar she charged at him again and he scrambled away, racing back down the path he had come up not so long ago. Slithering to a halt as she certainly had no desire to chase the irritating reaver, she spat out his blood and tufts of his fur as snorted. “Stupid male... someone needs to kill him.” Huffing she went back to her job, digging out a root she needed for a paste she had been working on.
It took a long time for her to calm down, as every time she let her thoughts drift from her work, she found herself growling in renewed anger at Samael’s stupidity and sheer obnoxiousness. “Stupid male... stupid nasty, bloated, flea-bitten bag of bones.” Finally the root gave way and she set off back to the priest dens, still muttering obscenities under her breath regarding the yellow-maned reaver.
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