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 Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 6:12 pm
Inyoni idly batted the stone back and forth between her paws, chewing on some mint. By the gods, she was bored. Nothing to do but Thralls' work, and she wasn't about to stoop to that (though a leopard acquaintance of hers had offered to give her a few of his chores after having spent the better part of a morning listening to Inyoni complain). Honestly, there was a limit to how many strolls you could take before you've combed every inch of familiar territory. And she wasn't inebriated enough to harass the herd beasts (besides, Inyoni has totally outgrown those childish antics. Totally).
The rock she was toying with went past her right paw and started tumbling down towards the nearby cliffs. With a snort, she decided it wasn't worth going after. She spat the mint from her mouth and flopped down against a boulder with absolutely no feminine grace whatsoever. What started as a bored yawn became a roar (with just a hint of a whine), "I have no enemies!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:02 am
 Bousvor had been doing what he did best. He watched. He observed. He learned. There was always something, he doubted he'd ever get bored. That obviously couldn't be said by everyone. A loud roar caught his attention. Not because it was loud, but because of the whine he detected in it. He flicked his ears as he wondered why the lioness first off didn't have enemies, and second why she wanted some. The tawny colored male waited for awhile to see if anything else would be forth coming.
When it appeared that was all she had to say outloud, he rose to his feet. This was something he wanted to investigate further. It was also one of those things he wasn't going to learn anything by laying around. Bousvor approached the female laying by the cliffs. "I heard you. Why do you have no enemies? Why do you want some?" Straight and to the point.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 9:21 am
Out of courtesy, Inyoni shifted herself so that she was looking at the lion when she spoke to him. She made no attempt to conceal the frustration apparent in her expression, taking for granted that he would know it wasn't directed at him. He was obviously frank. She liked that. "I have no enemies because no one respects me. Because no one respects me, no one feels threatened by me, and no one will be your enemy if they don't respect you enough to feel threatened by you."
She adjusted herself, "As to why I want enemies... Well, it would at least give me something to do." Inyoni stood up, shook the dust from her pelt, and looked out over the cliffs. "I tire of my life, as it is, and I want a different one. Women's work does not suit me."
Inyoni turned back to the lion, "Tell me: what work is it that you do? Do you enjoy it?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 4:31 pm
He settled himself nearby without being too close, giving himself time to ponder her statement. Bousvor was not a lion big on excessive words, and he wanted to be sure he fully understood a statement before replying. His eyes roamed over the view from the cliffs before looking back at her. "You are part of the pride. Should they not be your friends, not your enemies?" Oh he well knew not all lions got along together. The general principle being you lived with friends rather than enemies. You'd live longer.
"Enemies are better found outside the edges of the pride." He had given equal consideration to her reason for wanting enemies. Most lions in the pride worked together and therefore were friends. It seemed more likely to him that rivals would be outside. While not exactly enemies, challengers would give the bored lioness much needed action. "Have you considered the work of a reaver?"
"Reaver." He nodded slowly. The work so far had no been unpleasant, though unusual. As a non-native Stornborn he was still making adjustments.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 5:54 pm
Inyoni raised an eyebrow, then looked at him in a way that was either a glare, or a squint. "I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new here?" A squint it was, then. There was something of a mischievous curl to her mouth, and she said, "You must be new, if you don't have enemies yet." Her expression softened, and she gave a short laugh. "A reaver? I've given it some thought, I'll admit. Though I was encouraged to at least give women's work a try. Father was a bit old fashioned, you see." She shook her head. "Forgive me; I believe the mint has loosened my tongue, and I've spoken too much. I'm Ilangabi'Inyoni, by the way. Inyoni will do. And what are you called?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 11:16 am
Bousvor gave a small nod at her question and didn't take offense to her new comment. He still didn't understand her fascination with having enemies. It occurred to him that as reavers and going out could cause some enemies. What happened when they kidnapped lions or others to become thralls? But those were outside the pride, and clearly she wanted some inside.
"Kind of you to do as he wished. Should he not now accept what you wish to do?" He observed at her curiously. Was her father the type to forbid her to try? Bousvor nodded his acceptance of her apology. "Well met Inyoni. Bousvor."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 8:17 am
"Bousvor," the lioness tried the word out, almost cautiously, then rose a brow in something like amusement. "Nice name," she said, sincerely, "Sounds strong." She made a slight sweeping gesture with her fore paw, "You're right, of course. I've kept my end of the bargain, and now my sire shall have to keep his. "But enough of that, I think," she smiled, "What of you, Reaver Bousvor? What lead you to your line of work, if I might ask?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 1:49 pm
He dipped his head in acceptance of her assessment of his name. It hadn't occurred to him to think of it like that. Would it make a difference to have a strong sounding name versuses a weak one? That might be something interesting to observe in the pride if he could find several lions. To see if the name had any affect on what rank a lion took.
Bousvor turned his attention back to the female. A nod showed his approval that her father would allow her what she wanted now. He flicked an ear as she asked about him.
"The rank I fell into after I joined." He hadn't really thought about it. When he'd been caught and challenged by a member of the pride, it hadn't occurred to him that he would be joining said pride if he won. That he would have to assume a rank from those he'd been watching. Would he have chosen a different rank had he thought about it? Probably not, Bousvor thought.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:56 pm
Ah! He was an Outlander, then! That explained why he hadn't understood Inyoni's lament at first. But that wasn't important right now. Inyoni needed to find herself a captain in need of an extra set of paws... That could also wait, though. Vikings happened all the time, after all. She need only keep her ears opened. She was tempted to ask him how his challenge went, but remembered through her slightly-mint-impaired mind that many lions didn't like to talk about that. He might have had to challenge several times, for all she knew, and no one liked to be reminded of fights that ended badly for them. Instead she asked, "Do you work under a specific captain? Do you have any favorite moments of glory from your travels?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:42 pm
Bousvor stretched out enjoying himself. This "conversation", if it could be called that, was proving amusing. He glanced at her as she spoke up once more. A specific captain? The tawny male wondered if reavers were able to choose which captain they served. Not that he wanted to stay a reaver forever, but to his ends it was something to consider.
He gave a soft laugh that could almost be mistaken for a cough. Moments of glory. Well he could understand how some might want to boast. Instead he just shook his head at his thoughts. Boasting about the one time he'd gone viking and captured some prey. Oh yes, very noble.
"Have not," just whoever needed his paws at the time. "Only one viking." Really nothing to boast about there. Maybe when he had twenty vikings he might have some good stories. "You?" Bousvor opened the chance for the lioness to talk about herself.
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