Salome had been wandering from the pride for a while now. She was looking for something to kill, she needed the taste of blood, she loved it and craved it. It's why she fitted so well into her pride. She hated to be without it, it just tasted so good! She was a born killer it seemed and there was part of her which had no issue in killing anyone, even another lion. She hadn't killed any lions yet but the thought had crossed her mind more then once.

She let her paws take her as she moved about. She wanted to find somewhere to hunt, she wasnted to kill but she hadn't seen a soul for ages. It was frustrating and she was far from patient. She wanted to kill something, anything. In fact she was ready to kill the first thing that came into sight she was that bored. She just wanted to fight now. She was the definition of not judging a book by its cover. She looked pretty, she acted all innocent but she was a murderer inside just waiting to be unleashed.



‘Why didn’t you kill that deer?’ it growled. ‘Then we wouldn’t be here, starving for a meal. You tasted the blood, you wanted the blood, yet you refused the blood,’ the voice said again, snarling at the white adult lying on the ground.

“Yea’, yea’ you told me over and over again” the lion stated, his tongue heavily accented. “Don’t worry. We will eat.” Nafasi told the voice, nodding as he spoke. He lifted his nose to the air, there was a scent. A familiar scent nonetheless. “Looks like we eat today,” the hunger smirked, rising to his feet to stalk the prey.


Salome got his scent roughly the same time he got hers. She smirked and went into stalk mode. She was an expert hunter, though her father had fed her when she had been back in the Kusuni lands she refused to be like her sister, sure her sister got on with their father better then she did but she didn't want to be like her. She wasn'ted to be independant!

Salome had spent months hunting every day as a youngster and from that she had managed to hunt till she never missed. Unfrotunatly today her prey wasn't quite what she was expecting. Keeping her body slow she stalked slowly and silently through the grass untill her brother came into view.

"The git." She hissed as she ran towards him, a snarl evident in her throat. She wanted a fight and well who better to fight with then her brother!


His sharp blue eyes stared to where he thought his prey was, but when he looked, nothing was there. Nafasi growled to himself, sure he wasn’t an expert hunter or anything, but he had a powerful nose. Someone was there! He snarled, continued to stalk, until his eyes settled on the now running figure going straight for him. His ears pinned back to stare into the equally blue eyes as his own. He smirked, his claws extended and teeth bared. “Come and get me.” He murmured, ready for the battle to begin.

Nafi wasn’t one to love his family. He left the Kusini lands when he was younger, and lived on his own from then. Well, not technically on his own, he had a voice that always seem to pop out at the most opportune moments back when. Now, it was here to stay.



She leaped at him, her claws and teeth ready to cling and shred anything they got hold of. Salome didn't bond well with any of her siblings she always thought she was the odd one out but her and her brother had more in common it seemed then they would admit. She for one would never admit having anything in common with her 'good for nothing' brother!

She pounced, her body flying through the sky hoping that if she was lucky she would hit her target and to hurt him. Thats all she really wanted after all to have a fight and she wanted to kill, why not start with her brother?



‘Left.’

He moved to the left, having his sister miss her target. He smirked again, “Dear Salome,” he said, his voice accented, “all this time away from me must have caused you to learn /something/. He was trying to get her mad at him. After all, what better fuel a fight then anger. Nafasi didn’t know if anyone else in the family had the…problem…he had been given. Not that he considered it bad, Nafasi usually listened to what it had to say.

”Try again, I won’t move so slow this time.” He smirked, not allowing her to answer before he lunged at her.



Salome didn't need to be made angry and in all honesty she wasn't listening anyway. She didn't need to be angry to attack someone she just did, she just didn't have a voice in her head telling her what she should do. She just does what she wants to do. She has never needed any help when it came to killing, she was a born hunter.

She moved as he lunged, not side ways but towards him and under him hoping to catch his under belly and knowing that she open herself up to get hit but if she got hit it would be because he did and that was good enough for her. She had learnt when you had to make a sacrifice and wondered if her brother had ever thought about that.



And it seemed had work. Nafasi was surprised that she had gone under him, leaving long scratches under his belly. In addition to those, his claws also made contact with the target. An arm for an arm, that’s what Salome was doing. Nafasi growled, standing upright as he landed. “Enough.” He growled, eyes narrowing. He didn’t want to mar his pretty white far, and already he could feel a trickle of blood beginning to drip from his stomach.

Kill her and get over with it.

But he ignored that statement and stalked up to the female. “You haven’t changed one bit.”




"Nor have you dear brother." She just stared at him. Her instincts told her to kill him, rip him to shreds and be done with it but he was family and a damn good fighter.

"You should meet my pride. You might like it." She wasn't avoiding the fight, she was simply stating. Her posture told him that she wasn't giving up nor was she going to just let the fight go. She wouldn't be the one to back down first. Though she saw the potential in her brother so thought she would try and get something out of him before they continued trying to kill each other.



Though, in reality, the two adults had changed. Salome had grown at least three times in size last time Nafasi had seen her, and he himself had grown rather large as well. "I've been told to kill you, but first a little family acquantice is back in order." He smirked, speajking his intentions r.ather bluntly.

"I am not a pridal person," He purred maliciously, "you know that." Maybe she didn't. Nafasi would end up killing a monarch most likely if he were in a pride, unless someone were to whip him into shape.


Salome didn't care too much whether her brother wished to kill her or not, in the end she only wanted to kill him too. It was fair wasn't it? They were evenly matched, granted he was bigger then she was but she was faster. They were well matched and she knew that either of them could end up dead.

"Maybe not, doesn't stop the fact that you would like the pride. Doesn't mean you would like being part of it now does it?" She hadn't moved an inch from the position she was in. She had no reason to relax around her brother especially as he decided to tell her that he wished to kill her. Oh well, sibling reunions are never suppose to be happy occassions now are they?



Ah, now this was true sibilng rivarly.

"I do prefer not to be killed by attempting to follow some stupid rules." Though, if anyone would attempt to kill him, that would just mean his bloodlust would rise higher, and try to...even up the odds between him and his attacker. "What pride is this?" He hissed out, almost curious to know where his sister was residing. At least, if he couldn't destroy her life, he could make her life a living hell other nights. He couldn't do that in the Kusini lands, not without being reconized.




"The pride lusts after blood." That was all she would tell him. She had heard of another pride, a demon one which she couldn't remember the name of otherwise she would have told him that. She wasn't going to let him into her life too much, she wasn't stupid now. She could give details but she wouldn't give names. Now who would be stupid enough to do that?

She flicked her tail behind her, a smirk growing on her face. The clock was ticking and idle conversation only lasted for so long.



A pride that lusts for blood. Hmm, Nafasi could go for that. His smirk widened, flashing his pearly white fangs as he nodded. He mi ght need to check this pride out, but first, the location. He knew though, his sister wouldn't give him any information he wanted, but other helpless rogues in the area would help him (or they would be forced too anyways.)

She's planning somethingThe voice stated, causing Nafasi to nod.

"Sorry to make this meeting so short /sister/ but I am hungry, and quite thirsty." Thirsty for what, Nafi didn't say. "Perhaps next time this meeting will go...oh so much better," he smirked, backing up away from his sister.



She didn't say anything but just watched. She didn't believe for one second he would just back down and so she stood her ground waiting to see what he was going to do. Would he stay or would he run? She wanted to know because one way or another she needed something and she wanted it already. She wanted blood though something still felt wrong about getting it from her brother even if he wasn't much of a brother he still was her brother and so she waited.


You fool, why don't you kill her. Satiate the taste of blood for you AND me! The voice growled in his mind, causing Nafasi to snarl in return. He didn't want to get the blood from his sister. Well, he did, but not here, in broad daylight. When you attack something in the sun, a rather nasty smell comes off them from the blood, and frnakly, Nafasi wasn't quite interested in the smell of burning flesh just at the moment. He never left his eyes off his sister as he continued to move away, he wasn't THAT stupid. The lioness could go after him with his back turned, and Nafi wouldn't put it past her to do it. His other siblings fought fair, Salome on the other hand, did not.

Salome had no reason to fight fair. It wasn't as if they had ever been treated fairly by both their parents.

She watched her brother leave and only when he was out of sight did she turn to go. Before then though she refused to leave, standing her ground untill the brother of hers was gone. Only then did she tend to her wounds, they weren't anything terrible but they were wounds none the less and they needed tending to.