Ryugen
((attacks Nai with RP. XD heart ))
She twitches one ear slightly as she raises her head to peer around herself at the changing landscape, listening to the quiet and musical hiss of the soft warm wind through the grass. Blowing toward her, the wind caries faint scents of other creatures of the savanna, other lions, prey animals, and important things like water. None of these things alarm her overall, since none of the scents that could be threatening seem imediately on hand. No scent of fire, and another lion...well...rogues like her she'd found in the past to often be alarmingly agressive, and even mad. This alone makes her cautious, her own interest in bloodshed and slaughter having only to do with feeding herself, however, at the same time, even through her caution, it appeals. Again, unlike many rogues, she still feels the primal urge to be part of a larger whole, part of a pride, even though she's never been part of one that she can remember.
She flicks her ears again, and her tail, and blinks once, an curious little ritual as though to shake off and wink away any ill luck that might have it's eyes on her, ready to bite like an flea, and then starts forward again, hesitantly toward the scents on the wind to investiagate these strangers, making soft humming sounds under her breath. As she's not hunting, she feels no particular need to be utterly silent, and enjoys her own imprompteau growlish 'music'.
She twitches one ear slightly as she raises her head to peer around herself at the changing landscape, listening to the quiet and musical hiss of the soft warm wind through the grass. Blowing toward her, the wind caries faint scents of other creatures of the savanna, other lions, prey animals, and important things like water. None of these things alarm her overall, since none of the scents that could be threatening seem imediately on hand. No scent of fire, and another lion...well...rogues like her she'd found in the past to often be alarmingly agressive, and even mad. This alone makes her cautious, her own interest in bloodshed and slaughter having only to do with feeding herself, however, at the same time, even through her caution, it appeals. Again, unlike many rogues, she still feels the primal urge to be part of a larger whole, part of a pride, even though she's never been part of one that she can remember.
She flicks her ears again, and her tail, and blinks once, an curious little ritual as though to shake off and wink away any ill luck that might have it's eyes on her, ready to bite like an flea, and then starts forward again, hesitantly toward the scents on the wind to investiagate these strangers, making soft humming sounds under her breath. As she's not hunting, she feels no particular need to be utterly silent, and enjoys her own imprompteau growlish 'music'.
