Martirae had just earned herself one long lecture from her mother before she’d been released to go out and hunt like a good slavechild, a frown painted across her face as she stared off through the grasses to try and spot a good target.
Only to see a large brown hunter walking towards her instead.
“Oh, did y-“
THWACK. Paw right across the face. Hard.
Marty froze, her face shocked, before she hissed, turning her head to look back at the male who had just hit her, only for him to get up in her face, a deep growl in his throat.
“YOU. Don’t you ever dare come near Artemis again. I swear to god if something happens to her, it will be your throat I rip out, not anyone else’s.” he growled, making sure to keep eye contact with her so she knew fully well that he was as serious as a heart attack.
Only worse.
Martirae frowned then bore her teeth at him again. “Well I hope she leaves you like my mother did.” She hissed. Namir seethed.
So apparently the story was being told not. Not to say that it was a bad thing that it would be known, but… he didn’t exactly want to leap at it either. It was just the truth, plain and simple.
And maybe a little painful at the time it had happened.
But he wasn’t about to put up with it. “And I hope your little hopes and misconceptions are crushed.” He finally replied, pulling his face away from hers, as he’d already fulfilled his purpose in being there.
To put her back in her place.
Martirae nipped at his tail as he turned and took his leave, a frown plastered across her face and one white paw slowly lifting to rub the side of her face. She’d totally been thwacked unjustly!
But whatever.
The little hussy and her husband could go off and drown in the ocean for all she cared.
