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Persikat was on his very first viking. As new blood - and a new member to the pride, at that - Persikat felt as though he had much to prove to the other members of the band. He didn't know any of them, really. They were kind of thrown together by a Captain who drank a little too much, and earlier in the afternoon they'd all gone their separate ways.

Persikat was determined not to return to the pride a failure. Whether it be a fat antelope, some shiny whatsits, or a useful thrall, Persikat was going to return to the pride with something - or he wouldn't return at all.

An odd scent caught his attention, and Persikat crouched low as he glanced around. The sweet scent was accompanied by a female voice, and Persikat moved as quietly as he could so that he could better hear what was being said.

Ahhh, not one female, but two. He could barely make them out tucked beneath a rather fat fallen tree, but Persikat could see them. He remained quiet, intent on their conversation so that he could decide the best way to approach the two - who, by all appearances had to somehow be related.

Persikat wasn't an evil lion. He really wasn't. However, he was well-versed in picking out the faults and insecurities that others had and using them to his own advantage. As he sat there in the shadows listening to the females speaking to one another, he couldn't stop the smile that slipped onto his muzzle. This would be far too easy, and he'd return to the pride with not one thrall, but two.

Two.

He couldn't see them well in the darkness, but there was something striking about the both of them that became even more lovely when they were together. Persi didn't even know what he'd do with thralls, to be quite honest. At this point, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he would not return to the pride empty-pawed, which was the most important thing to the new reaver.

Stepping forward, Persikat put himself into the light so that he didn't startle the females. He didn't appear to notice them as he sat down in a fat ray of sunlight and began to idly groom himself. He did his best to look as fat and healthy and satisfied as he could. He spent a few moments in silence, grooming himself - and when he did glance over and spot the females, there was a look of utter shock and surprise plastered across his face.

"Oh, hello," he did his best to sound absolutely friendly. If he moved too fast or said the wrong thing, he'd lose them. This was kind of like a game, really. "I didn't see you there."

Persikat watched the two females closely. They weren't bolting, which was a good sign, but they didn't appear to be welcoming, either. He cleared his throat and remained sitting.

"I couldn't help but overhear... you're hungry? It's quite sad that two lovely females such as yourselves are without a protector."

s**t, he wasn't sure he was using the right approach. Well, if all else failed he'd have to club one over the head and drag her off, and while two would be better than one, one was assuredly better than none.

Gods, but they were pretty.

"I would consider myself lucky to look after you," Persikat continued, a stark and startling honesty in his voice.

Persikat rose to his feet and took a few steps closer. When one spoke, his eyes were on her - and when the next spoke, his gaze moved to her. The white-maned one was pretty, but there was something captivating about the red eyes of the other.

"I am Persikat of the Stormborn," he introduced himself, sounding rather gallant and almost as if he'd been a part of the pride for quite some time. In truth, he hadn't been there long at all, but the females didn't need to know that.

"I do not have a wife at home, nor do I have cubs. I am just a lone bachelor, to be honest, and if you would come to my pride I would be certain to keep you well fed and looked after."

He couldn't decide which female he liked looking at more. It was quite a predicament.

"You would only need to tend to me and any tasks you might be given. But I would take care of you."

Wives. Well, Persikat wasn't certain that he was looking for a wife just yet, but it didn't slow the persuasive smile that crept across his face. Though, honestly, sharing a husband didn't seem to bother either of the females, which was something that peaked Persi's interest greatly. Many Stormborn took two wives - one true wife, and then a saltwife. It wasn't frowned upon.

If nothing else, it was food for thought.

This had been the easiest viking capture in the history of the Stormborn, Persikat was certain of it.

"I will keep you safe and fed. You will be known as thralls to the rest of the pride. Slaves - but," he quickly interjected before either female could speak, "to me, you will be far more precious than that. No other will touch you. You will find that it is not such a terrible existence, far simpler and more luxurious than living the life you are now."

Persi couldn't have been more pleased. This really hadn't been difficult. He was well on his way to being a strong and respected Reaver. Not only would he return to the pride with thralls, but beautiful thralls who had come willingly - so he hadn't been forced to harm them, which pleased Persi greatly. The thought of marking those beautiful hides did not bring Persikat joy.

They were so subservient, so eager to please him. Persi smiled at the two of them, leaning forward to bump his nose against their cheeks while making a content sound.

"Follow me," he commanded softly before turning to lead them away.