Mfalme was new to the Stormborn. He hadn't experienced the normal fighting that went on once a year, but he didn't know about it so this tournament of sorts was very exciting for him. He rolled his shoulders a bit to loosen up as he faced off against his first opponent. A female that had all the traits and features of a Stormborn - large, strong, a braid in her mane and a fire in her eyes. He knew not to take females for granted, learning his lesson out in the rogue lands where he had been born, and he surely wouldn't underestimate his challenger. Females had a bite all their own."The best of luck to you, m'dear," he said with a suave smile. Just because he respected females didn't mean he was going to reign in his flirting and charming ways. It was just his way, after all. He kept the easy going appearance up so others would underestimate him, taking him for a featherbrained fool while he slowly picked other lions apart in his mind. He loved finding out how others worked...even if it meant sacrificing his own reputation to do so.
He started off by lunging forward, trying to see how savvy this female was with fighting. He didn't make a move to attack, but rather wanted to see how close he could get before she'd react.
Velveteen Angel
