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 Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:56 pm
His eyes saw the flair of her whiskers, as well as the slight flicker of all of her muscles. However, it was the scent of her that caused his eyes to darken, he knew she wasn't as brave as she wanted to be, though unlike most he didn't quite say it. Instead, he pulled his claws in and slowly, his paw patted her cheek once, twice, and than a third time.
"You wouldn't last one day in the desert," It was a soft murmer, thoughtful and a sign of what was happening in his mind. He was musing, though before the response he had his shell back out, and his paw pulled to his body once more.
"I can kill you right now...you know?" He murmered again, his voice soft and a whisper as he tilted his head lightly and looked down, clearly intregued at her, though more like he was trying to get the puzzle of the grass dwellers than anything else. However, his body did not show signs of relaxation, and by no means was he interested in making a friend. To understand her would be to understand the weak lions of these lands, and he needed that if he wished to reign supreme.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:04 pm
"I'm sure." She retorted, sounding disinterested and unimpressed. She believed he could, but he'd shown her "mercy" twice now. She was pretty certain that she wasn't in any danger so long as he wasn't provoked, and for some reason she ddin't really feel like provoking him again at the moment.
"Don't underestimate me just because I'm inexperienced." She shot back with less heat than before, but something more solid and standing. She reached up a paw to try pushing his away from her face, but he'd already withdrawn by then, and instead she listened to him go on.
Her body was flowing with electric energy now, and she hated to admit it to herself, but it was the danger he presented that seemed to be the most alluring. This guy could very well be out of his gourde for all she knew, why was she hanging around?
"So, what, is that where you're from?" She asked with a glower still in place, watching him, still not having moved from her spot.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:15 pm
He sent her a dark glare, more or less telling her to shut the hell up before he knocked it out of her with the last comment. He was in no mood to take her sarcastic comments, and when she finally went on, and decided to cool off, he just looked away again at the surrounding area.
Of course she was inexperienced, there was no need for him to point that out, it was obvious with the stupid movement to follow him when he clearly did not wish for it. So instead of giving her a look, he just kept his head to the side, and merely spoke a soft, "Maybe," in response to the question of the duns.
She didn't know what a Firekin was, or else she would have connected his pelt with his home, and known right away to praise him and be more respectful. Actually, he wondered if he wanted that respect for much longer.
Lost in thought, he caught himself drifting, and decided to look back to the female before adding, "You're stupid too, if you don't know what pride I was born in..." Just looking at her with the blood red eyes, he waited for the guesses, and for the rebuttle as well.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:23 pm
~Can't be much of one if I've never heard of it in a pride as big as this one.~ Came the silent mutter in her mind.
Her eyes drifted idly to one side, before she finally seemed to settle for getting her disheveled apperance back in order, brushing her paw over her mussed fur.
"Well you're obviously from the desert, even if you won't say so."
~You wouldn't have mentioned it otherwise, and you act like you've got sand up your a**.~
"But I can't say I've ever heard of a pride from there. Everyone here's from all over the place. Rogues are rogues and Pridelanders are just pridelanders, so if you're this far from home, what's that make you?"
Blunt and to the point, it was a scincere question, though it was presented in such a tone that it was clear that if he was going to be difficult about answering she wasn't going to let it get under her skin like before.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:42 pm
"Your enemy."
The statement was to her last comment, his mind breezing over and forgetting the first as soon as she said her whole, rogues are rogues speech. It was not that part that got him, however, it was the part with her speaking of pridelanders, and suddenly he connected her scent, her form, and the lands around him. He was in the pridelander lands, just as she had insulting him for being, and clearly she was one of their many scouts.
She had found her enemy alright, and that was him, a true Firekin.
Holding the silence with a solid gaze, he left his blood-red eyes on her as the twin slashes below seemed to glow against his dark pelt. Unlike her, he wasn't one to silently mock within his mind, in fact his whole thought process was blank, simply the sound of each blink he had echoing through his ears along with his breathing.
It took only a moment of that silence to catch him, and he suddenly was exploding with thought, before a deep, dark smirk crossed his maw.
"You know...it isn't just cubs that are taken from lands these days...and us Firekins love to steal females for our own gain, we mostly enjoy slavery..." He pondered the thought, looking up a second before nodding, as if some god had told him the answer he wanted to hear. Slowly, he lifted a paw and unseithed his dark raven claws, looking over the large paw to have gleaming eyes stare into her own.
"Don't run, I wont hurt you much and we both know you are incapiable of harming me..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:52 pm
The fur on the back of her neck bristled a little. It seemed a very strange and bold thing to say, for Mosi had grown up completely unaware that the Pridelanders had any enemies. Strange, how up until a few days ago the Pride seemed entirely too dull and peaceful for her taste. It wasn't as if she wished for events like these to take place, but found it bitterly ironic that everything would change so drastically in such a short span of time... a series of unfortunate events set into play by some invisible force.
Her golden gaze held firm, though inwardly she suddenly felt a bit more unnerved than before. Her mind was buzzing now, a fuzzy sort of... instinct, telling her that she should get out of there. It was as if she knew something else horrible was about to befall the lands..... no, HER, but she couldn't grasp the feeling enough to understand it.
Then he made his comment about cubs being kidnapped. Something snapped at the same time as something else clicked. Had his pride something to do with the attempted kidnapping? Had the Firekin been responsible for Mufasa's death? She wouldn't get a chance to ask.
"Wh...." The words were catching in her throat. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, taking an involuntary step back.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:06 pm
He watched all of her reactions, one by one as they trailed across her features as well as through her scent. It peaked a few times but he still saw her gaze, and he held it as well with his blooded one. But as he saw that his last comment struck a choard, he just smirked and set about to softly lick eat gleaming spike, the point not breaking his hard tongue.
"I think I am getting ready to teach the world that filth like you does not belong..." Had they gotten along a few moments before, he was unsure, but at the moment he was indeed prepairing his nails to break skin, and slicked it just so he could feel them move faster through the flesh.
He was on a high, enjoying toying with the other and just almost racing for breath as if in a physical spar. Had Ra been there, it would have been even better, the two Firekins quite a match when together, and he had an idea that Mosi would have been gone.
Luckly, Nuri did not once slip into mind as he cleaned his claws, her pregnacy almost forgotten.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:13 pm
This time her eyes widened and her brow furrowed all at once, a look of shocked outrage on her face. So were these his true colors? Was he going to turn out to be no better than the murderer who'd stolen into the peaceful lands not but a few nights ago?
The beginnings of a deep growl rumbled in her throat as her lips pulled back with her ears as well, baring fangs that no longer belonged to a juvinile, but also not a fully fledged adult. That feeling still hadn't dissipated, but she didn't retreat another step. Instead she held her ground, braced. If she ran now not only would she be a coward, but he'd catch her before she got very far. She needed a head start if she was going to put any worthwhile distance between them. Mosi didn't plan to die here today.
"You're the only one who doesn't belong here!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:18 pm
He didn't know why, but once again he could not follow through with the threat he held. He was growing weak, and suddenly a dark glare crossed his features and stuck. She was too far to hit form where he was settled, so instead he put his paw down and just sent her that dark, spinechilling glare that he was known for.
"Good, that it is agreed." Next time, he thought hopefully, she would follow her own advice and let him leave, "This is your lash chance, you selfish little b***h, and I am sick and tired of how much you strive for attention. Just let it go, becuase like it or not, we aren't in the Pridelands anymore."
Everything was true, for they had indeed wandered away from the border, and now were deep in the grassy plains of the southlands. Turning sharply towards the dark shadows in the distance, he stalked away to where 'home' was, not wanting to see the female anymore. She was fun, but annoying as hell and not someone he wished to stick around with much longer. But if she decided to follow, he would do the same thing as before, and this time he wouldn't just leave her without breath. He would take something of his own and never return it, possibly a nice chunk of those ears to nibble on in the days to come.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:25 pm
She didn't relax as he turned away, but did become aware of her blood pounding in her ears as her pulse raced. She felt even more frustrated and disorted than when the entire ordeal began, and now took a moment to look around, dazed. When had they crossed the border? Had she really been so caught up in her anger?
.... Well, damn.
Stung by his parting insults, yet surprised by a third show of mercy, Mosi grugdingly did as she was advised and dropped the matter, finally. Turning her back to his departing figure she made back in the direction that they'd come from.
"And my name is Mosi, not wench, or b***h." She muttered. Bruised a little, both in ego and body, and even in confidence, she made tracks for home to nurse her injuries-- emotional and mental.
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