[Ye-ancient self RP]
Takes place before the Kuanda disbanded
WC: 1098
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“Ah, Faine! What kinda hit is that?”
“Owch, Lua! Stop it. Really, what on earth is this accomplishing?”
“You prong head! Just put up a fight, would you? Man up!”
It was late afternoon, just before dusk. A quiet time in the jungle- save for the loud, careening voices of the sparring boys. Looking for a place to escape from Lua, Faine had progressively lead them deeper and deeper into the knots of trees and underbrush. It had not deterred the ambitious Lua- who despite Faine’s divine heritage, stood a good head’s taller.
It had been a month since Faine and Lua had become travelers. For Lua, the exodus from his homeland had brought about numerous surprises; the least of which being that his awkward young friend was a god. Lua might have had a level head on him at most times- but he was still very much a firekin. And ofttimes, firekin showed their affection for their friends by beating them. It seemed only proper, for two young males to test their strengths against one another. Why Faine was always such a sissy pants- when he clearly had the power, Lua would never know.
Grinning, Lua dodged around Faine and nipped at his tail. It caused the white lion to shriek, and jump a few steps backwards. “Lua!” Faine gaped, flailing. “Come on now! You stupid brute! Do you even know what I could do?!”
“Do?” Lua balked, his voice raw from laughter. It didn’t take much effort for him to slam into the other male, and pin him down with a paw. “Well, that’s what I’ve been waiting for! Come on. I know you have more fight in you then that! What kind of spar is this?”
“I don’t want to spar!” Faine gurgled, and tried a vain effort at waving his paws at Lua’s face. The other male merely moved aside, and watched as the black claws flashed.
“Faine, you really are depressing. Just once, come on. A good hit in the face!” Lua preened.
Faine growled and looked aside. “You already won. I concede.”
“Won? This wasn’t even a match.” The big lion sighed, thonking the white lion once on the head with his paw. “Why, if anyone even SAW that match, they’d think I was murdering you or-“
And that’s exactly what Petsha thought as she slammed into Lua.
Although quite a deal smaller then the firekin, she struck Lua with more force then he ever remembered a woman containing. The shock of it sent him rolling to the ground, gasping for the air that flew from his lungs. As he rolled to a stop, he found himself looking face to face with a very bitter pair of grey eyes.
“Oh dear,” Lua groaned as he wriggled. Petsha had maneuvered herself so that one of her paws now locked his movement. It left him with the awkwardly [hot] moment of being totally pinned to the ground but one very angry lioness.
“Who are you?” The lioness snarled. “These aren’t your lands!”
Lua laughed slightly, and shifted. “Oh, I was just-“
“And hitting that boy! What kind of man are you?” She bristled. It was one thing for a girl to beat up on a boy. But another man? Didn’t they have any sense? “You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“Faine~~ “ Lua nervously laughed. “Tell her we’re friends.”
Faine, who had been watching this whole affair a few feet away, approached with a rather smug smile across his face. He’d feel bad for this later. But for the moment, he was quite willing to oblige his champion. “Oh, I don’t know Lua. You are so mean to me!” he faked. “Look, look. Do you see what he did to my eye? He’s a madman!”
“Nice, Faine. Really manly.” The pinned male grumbled.
Petsha took one look at Faine’s black eye, and dug her claws into Lua’s shoulder- inspiring a small yelp from the male. “You! What a dirty thing to do! You’re lucky I don’t kill you for thinking you could commit such a crime near our borders.”
Faine wibbled in response. “And he said I was ugly!”
“How horrible!”
“Oh, you little liar!” Lua growled as he struggled underneath Petsha. He did not want to admit it, but the little crazy was pretty damn strong for some girl. Irony, Lua noted. Faine always seemed to be able to defend himself in irony. “Hey, hey. He’s the prong head. I didn’t even start it.”
“You’re bigger! You should know better.” Petsha retorted.
“Yeah, Lua. That’s what I tell him, you know.” Faine rolled.
Lua glared at Faine, and mouthed the words: you are dead.
Faine licked his paw casually, and fixed up his tangled mane- blatantly ignoring the silent death threats of his friend. But unfortunately, guilt was already eating away at him. It was hard to play smug for long. Finally, with a sigh he fixed his fur, and looked over towards Petsha. “Unfortunately though, he is my friend.”
Petsha narrowed her eyes at the orange male, and with a grunt, let him up. “What a poor choice in friends.”
“Probably,” Faine lamented.
Lua, now free of the rainbowed creature’s clutches, stormed over towards Faine. The two boys eyed one another for a moment. It was Faine that spoke first.
“I see she let you go.” He whispered. “That must have been terrifying!”
“Don’t even. She’s helluva strong.” he grumbled back, pointing his claw at Faine.
The young lioness didn't seem amused. In fact, she almost seemed to be reconsidering letting the other boy go. "You seem surprised," she started. "Why, are women not fighters where you come from?"
"No, they are!" Lua retorted. He certainly wouldn't piss off a firekin woman, after all. But it was surprising, and a bit embarrassing, to get bested by an outsider woman. Weren't all rogues supposed to be small and puny? He scrunched his nose. "Listen, I wasn't hurting him. He was just working you over."
Faine blinked innocently.
"Well, you should treat your friend better! You don't get many. That's what my moms say." She said sharply, her ears flattening. "Now, go. You clearly don't know where you are, and I wouldn't want to see a darling pair of boys get themselves hurt around here."
Faine and Lua exchanged glances. Maybe this was some interesting country after all!
