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Noh moved for the Speaking stone, the chil moving with a smooth, easy motion.

It had been an easy, normal hunt, at least, until she'd stumbled on a lean, hungry lioness huddled from some rogues. The chil had easily dispatched them, but the female followed her - even knowing what she was following when Noh tried telling her. Even knowing the chil had no means to personally keep her - but Noh had ideas and Noh was a clever female. She knew her duty - as a chil she had opportunity to inherit - a difficult prospect, for a pale demon, but it meant her cubs and her mother's works continued.

She merely needed to prove it outside of battle, so now she sat, addressing those gathered with asmirk, and nodding her head, winking.

"I thank you all for coming." Noh began smoothly. "I'm well sure you are all busy, but tonight I bring a gift to be given to some pride memnber. I'm sure many are uneasy, even mistrustfu of us welcoming the outsiders, allies or not, so I bring someone to alleviate those fears. As you know, I weas hunting recently, and found something... Exciting."
She moved, and nosed the pale female forward.

"A sador, a gift. I've no way to provide for another one, and she will accept the one I deem worthy - yes, dear ones, she knows what her place will be. But I think it good for someone to have a healthy Sador. After all, lion sador offer many uses."

What's going on?

This is an ORP for a lovely lady sador! ICly, Noh has caught her by kindness, and wishes to prove the pride still demon by granting her to a demon!



This will be decided with a dice roll at the end, but each post is one ticket (Gods help me).
This ORP is for discussion - how do you feel about the Dvergr? A pale demon aiming to inherit a place in the leadership, or do you just think the lady is pretty?

Noh is on-paw to talk to everyone, and has the ear of Moricorm herself -0 and can thus discuss concerns. You can also try to coerve Noh into giving the sador to you - woo her, threaten her, ETC - all in all, this is a demon gatherng with a goal - who wants to get a sador for your demon?

Anyone can get this girl - although I might stare at you guys. To encourage newbies, if you have a rogue and want to see what's up, you can - but be aware you might be in danger and run off, istolen into the pride, or similar. In the end, the female WILL be given out - and to encourage newbies, Pride Newbies (Anyone without any member) gets 2 tickets per post.

Good luck!

The merging of their two prides had been met with mixed emotions from the Aegnor'hini members. Of those, Shetani was among the more reluctant. The dark pelted lioness watched all exchanges between old and new allies with a cautious and mostly mistrustful gaze. She silently wondered what reason they had to trust these pale coated and demonless strangers.

As a second gathering was called together and another unfamiliar, light-colored female was pushed to the forefront, Shetani joined the small group. A sador gift to be given to one deemed worthy? While the golden eyed lioness had grown up among the other demons in the Aikanaro, she had never yet had a sador lion under her care and protection. But yet another pale, demonless rogue to dilute their strength? Perhaps in her care she could reveal this lioness' true potential?

When a voice broke the silence, the quiet female turned to inspect the source. The intricate pattern on the male's legs were impossible to miss. He looked all too familiar to another she had recently met. With a narrowed gaze, she remained quiet - for now.

Berihun had heard recent whispers of the pride that lie in this direction. Some pretty unbelievable things: chiefly, that these lions were demons made fur. Their names whispered fearfully, when they were spoken at all. He'd probably be well within his rights to take these tales for what they were - cubs' stories and folly, the kind of thing that siblings told each other for a lark, or elders passed down to make the world outside their prides seem that much more fearsome.

The golden male remembered the stories his father told, though. Whispers of other names, and the burdens a lion's stronger soul could bear. He licked the overlarge fangs that poked over his lower lip, as he was prone to do when thinking of the old man; only he and his brother had inherited that particular feature. That, along with dear ol' dad's other quirks, made the stories a little less inconceivable. And of course, once Berihun decided that a pride of demons could be out there, it only made sense to see them for himself.

There must have been something of substance happening today, though. The lion found his passage into well-trod ground less obstructed than he might expect, and there was a curious scene before him to boot.

Berihun's ears pricked forward as he approached, able to catch just the tail end of questions asked by a pale lioness. That one looked like someone in a leadership position if ever there was one. His eyes roving briefly over the assembled lionesses - and lone other lion, gauging them carefully for signs of hostility. Were these his sought demons?

"I should hope I'm not interrupting anything?" He offered, low tenor filling the space left open by the pale lioness' voice. His gaze lingered a touch longer on the lioness she had called a "sador". He couldn't say for sure what that was, but he recognized a prize on display when he saw one.

Well, well. He wouldn't have expected an invitation to this strange little gathering from the lion, but he wasn't going to refuse. "You're too kind," came his rumbled reply. In any other instance, the red male looked like one he would sooner fight than bandy words with - that just tended to be the way things worked out in the roguelands. Beri would have to keep this in mind: yet another difference between the rules of a pride, and those who scraped out their living alone.

But that was neither here nor there. The golden male took up the invitation rightly enough, padding warily closer to the assembly and lioness in their midst. It seemed even clearer now, from their appraisal of her...from the pale lioness' last words, and the red male's response... It was hardly surprising to realize that there were prides about who kept slaves, although there was a beat of confusion. For one to come into such a role willingly, and unchained? Additionally, either the 'Sador' nor the pale lioness that had brought her in bore signs of abuse.

His gaze raked her over once more before settling on her eyes - or her face, would she not meet his eyes. "This 'Sador'... Some sort of servant?" There, that was a better word. The pale lioness was either a very gentle master - which seemed unlikely - or those that the demons called slaves held a few more rights than that word would properly denote.

Of course he'd invite the rogues in, any rogue could mean new blood - whether that rogue anticipated a long stay or not. A wicked grin broke his lips briefly before disappearing into something a touch more welcoming, at least as welcoming as scars and healing wounds can appear.

Kind. The red lion smirked. If only he knew. "She is, or will be a servant to someone amongst us today." Of course this would be an ironic fate for her, to be pledged to someone from outside the pride - he wondered what Noh had up her sleeve if it came to that. She was a tricky lioness - if she was going to do something she likely already had the wheels of mind spinning.

Angra Mainyu had noticed movement, not far from the group, but a distance enough away for him to care very little. If anyone else had stumbled upon their group he was sure that they may have taken a less blunt approach in simply wandering over - that was intelligent. He himself was trying a taste of intelligence, thinking before acting and he'd disliked it. Part of him wished the individual hidden with the brush not far from them would come out, even if I meant for a fight - the red lion was growing impatient.

Amadi was disgusted. Slave? That was enough to cause his muzzle to wrinkle and expose his wet fangs. He was sure not to make a sound, but it was only just that he restrained the desire to growl deep, deep in his belly. Amadi wasn't quick to become angry, and certainly wasn't a fighter. He was sure to notice he was not nearly as muscular as some of the lions in this pride, and he highly doubted if he was as talented at fighting in either respect. But he couldn't—he wouldn't—just leave the lioness without knowing her fate, or at the very least, that she was making this decision with a competent mind. (Of course, Amadi's inner self commented that it couldn't fathom that she was willing to go into slavery AND was doing so with a sound mind...)

With a deep swallow, he lifted his paw, ready to expose himself from the brush--

But he hesitated... something stopped him. For just a heartbeat, for just a moment, he believed he made eye contact with the lioness. He blinked and it was gone, but for just a moment he thought she could see him and it wasn't fear he saw. He could have imagined it but it was enough to stall him, to regather his courage. Frozen like a statute, he remained where he was.

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The leader spoke, then. Berihun turned to regard the pale lioness with the respect the situation deserved, regardless of whether she might have gotten from him otherwise. She might have, even-tempered and unassuming as she seemed, but in this moment his best behavior was all but a given.

Bad enough to be here on land claimed by others; he wasn't going about disrespecting one of their authority figures. Learning that she was some sort of an heir - provided that worked the same amidst the demons as it did elsewhere - only cemented his decision.

Beri, for his part, took that bit of news with little more than a raised eyebrow. "I see. Thank you for clarifying - but it begs a new question." She would keep his attention on the approach, the presence of the hidden male dismissed, for now. "You invite me in as a sador - not a demon. Would that same kindness hold, I wonder, if I sought more?" His eyes on hers were a cautious kind of curious, his tone once again reflective. There was a note of seriousness there, too, turning over the lioness' words carefully and drawing a few of his own conclusions. "What if I wished to join as a demon? Would that which separates you from your father not hold true for me?"

He did not easily dismiss the presence of the other lioness and the red male, however. He had a feeling that either would go from 'toleration of the impetuous rogue' to 'true and rabid demons' indeed at a single word from this heir of theirs.

((Just wanted to give a little bump to keep this going! ^_^

As an aside, while i'd love for Shetani to gain a sador under her watch IC, i'd rather someone else play them! If I end up winning, i'd love to rehome the lioness to someone who doesn't have an Aegnor lion!))