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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2016 3:31 pm
(Very sorry for the wait guys!) Bousvor caught her glance, and nodded. So she wanted to do this alone. That would put the thrall deftly into her possession when they got back. He flicked his tail to emphasis the order to the others lest they get ideas to intervene. The tawny male held back so as not to appear aggressive, letting female approach female. Maybe it was better this way. He watched to see how the females reacted to each other.
Zjarri was firm and confident. The other looked shy and hesitant about approaching another in her step back. He wasn't sure which way the lioness would go. She might be timid and come with them quietly, or try to bolt. They had numbers on their side and could probably catch her easily though. Bousvor smiled and looked friendly when the lioness looked at him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 3:34 pm
The confidence didn't fade, not one bit. She figured this would have been hard, perhaps a little nerve wracking, but she already had her mind made up to at least be a little honest. "My friends and I were out seeking some new recruits." She smiled largely, trying to remain friendly and light about it all. In the end the phrase 'captured a thrall' would likely still be used, but in reality she hoped this wouldn't become a literal form of that.
"Our pride offers plenty in the way of comforts." Zjarri wasn't lying here - she thought of home and even longed for it momentarily as she considered all it had to off. "Plenty of food, safety, and new faces. It'd be a much better place than out here by yourself." She was playing into the situation a little, noticing that there seemed to be no one else. Should it come down to it they would chase her, they'd have to.
That thought in mind she began to mentally prep herself even as she spoke calmly. "Would you like something like that? A place to call home?" Of course she was leaving out the details where she would become Zjarris first Thrall, but details, details.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2016 6:29 pm
Umiza pulled back a bit, uncertain of what was being offered. They came so swiftly out of nearly nowhere and offered her to come with them. She mentioned a pride, which means they were going to go back to a place... The uncertainty was clear upon her face, and she was tempted to just shake her head and scamper back to her family. They would know what to do... Right?
But Umiza - she was an adult now. She didn't need her mom and dads to tell her what to do. She could make her own choices! She tilted her head a bit. They didn't need to know that she wasn't by herself - her family was large. But she also didn't want to stay with her family forever.
This was an out for that. A simple, easy out.
"I would," She agreed, though she still felt a bit uncertain. It bubbled in her stomach like a swirling river.
She could always leave if she didn't like the pride. "I'll go with you," She decided with finality.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 8:35 pm
Bousvor flicked his ears as he listened to Zjarri speaking. That was one way to put it! He kept his expression appropriate, as this was simply routine. As routine as a group of lions out approaching a lone lion. Oh well, it was what it was. His green eyes scanned the area for possible and probably escape routes that the lioness might likely take. It helped to be prepared.
It was almost anticlimactic when the lioness simply agreed. Unless she was lying, there would be no chases today. Bousvor nodded friendly as he came closer. "I'm Bousvor," he introduced himself in a low rumble before looking at Zjarri. "Continue or home?" She had her prize now. Would she be greedy and try for more this trip, or scurry home with one prize deftly secured?
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 3:55 am
Zjarri was caught off guard - sure she had expected the lioness to agree, but perhaps not so quickly. The blue lioness simply assumed that there were outside influences for her quick choices, that was perhaps the only explanation.
"Alright." She gave a warm smile and turned to look back at her companion - Bousvor - who came forward for introductions. The deed was done and it seemed that she certainly accomplished obtaining a new Thrall, whether it was a little to easy or not.
When presented with the question of heading home or not she gave it some thought, but she had met her goals. As nice as it would be to chance some more encounters, she figured it was important to follow through with this accomplishment. "Let's go home Bousvor." Her decision was final and her words weren't hesitant, she had no doubts in her choice.Seaki Probably one more post from each? Gives Umiza her 5 posts in this RP. 8]
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 9:18 am
Umiza gave a small nod of greeting to the male lion, though she stuck closer to Zjarri warily. She still wasn't quite sure this was the best choice. Maybe she should just turn around and go home. But no! She could make her own choices, and she wanted to leave, and this was perfect. They offered her an out, a place to go - a pride to live in. She heard stories from her parents of living in a pride and it sounded wonderful. She longed for that, and she was grateful that Zjarri gave her the opportunity to follow her home. She wondered briefly if all prides sought all members like this one did. "Where is 'home'?" She asked, curiously. She suspected she would find out soon enough either way.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 8:02 pm
He didn't scorn her decision. It was a wise move in the end. True not everyone went home with a thrall, but all were credited in the capture of the one. With her trial over, he assumed leadership again.
Bousvor noticed how the new lioness stuck close to Zjarri. It amused him. He hoped the pair got along well. "Zjarri can tell you on the way back." With a glance he gathered the group into formation, and headed toward home. With any luck, his thralls wouldn't have wrecked his place or filled it full of flowers.
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