Verdandi had been lounging about pointlessly for the last week, having found a waterhole and looming about it, a frown on her face. She’d been depressed before, but now after the even bigger fight with her ‘rival’ she wasn’t sure how to feel. How could her mother have allowed herself to start ‘flirting with the enemy’?
It was just so insane and she simply wanted to frown at it.
However, her little depression had apparently taken up ‘somebody else’s’ spot, as it wasn’t long before a dark lioness had made her appearance, frowning disapprovingly (okay, LEERING ANGRILY) at the cheetah sitting on the rocky overcrop to the waterhole she’d taken up as her ‘home’ since her mother had ran off with that dark lion and her sister.
So Marty had walked along underneath the rock to look up at the downtrodden looking cheetah.
“You’re sitting on my rock.” She stated flatly.
The cheetah curled her lip at the lioness and let out as threatening of a chirp as she was capable of.
“Go away.” She stated flatly.
Marty leered and bore her own teeth at the cheetah.
“Get off my rock.” She repeated a little more bluntly, a hiss forming in the lionesses chest. Which caused Verdandi to lift her head and leer down at the dark lioness beneath her.
“Bite me.” She hiss-chirped.
Sadly, Marty took this to be quite literal, leaping up onto the rock from where she was and reaching out to swat at Verdandi’s face. The cheetah let out a distressed noise and backed off immediately, her ears flattening back against her head.
Little did she know that her noise of ‘EEK’ had been heard by the last being she had actually expected to have heard it, instead vouching for cowering down against the rock and frowning a VERY VERY VERY BIGFROWN as the dark lioness looked down at the little cheetah who had just curled down beneath her.
“You speak loud but your actions whisper.” She warned, frowning disapprovingly and lifting a paw contemplatingly, as if debating if she were to go and lash out at the cheetah or just leave the foolish being to her own devices.
Little had she expected that the cheetah would feel threatened enough to actually lunge at her, falling back slightly at the small beasts attempts to knock her over.
Unfortunately for Verdandi her bravery only earned her a good strike across the face, complete with claws. Naturally, the cheetah shrunk back and made a chirping-hiss sound, her ears flattening back further as the dark lioness slunked closer to her.
“Putting on a brave farce, were we?” she asked with a deep rumbling disapproval.
Verdandi again attempted a brave face in the name of the SPOTTY CHEETAH KNIGHT.
Which shrunk the moment the bigger feline LOOMED over her, frowning down upon the cheetah and again lashing out with a paw to smack her down, this time pinning Verdandi to lash at her with her free paw. Verdandi flailed back uselessly to dig her mostly ineffective claws against the dark lion.
Who seemed to feel nothing.
No, Marty just continued to dig her claws into the cheetah. At least until a less cheetah and bigger form in general came out of nowhere to blind side her, hissing and allowing his fur to bristle.
Yes, to Verdandi’s surprise, the one who had come to her rescue was none-other than Aeron, who hissed and swiped back at Marty, catching the female’s shoulderblade and then using this to fling the dark female off of the smaller cheetah before moving to loom protectively over his ex-stalker, teeth bared.
For a moment, it was a leer-off between the two larger females, Marty not budging, nor did Aeron.
No, they just hissed and prickled at each other.
Until finally Martirae just ‘harumph’ed at the couple and slunked over to take her perch at the top of the rock she’d been herding Verdandi away from the begin with, settling down on it and crossing her paws, which she rested her head on.
Though she did have to watch the other pair out of the corner of her eyes.
Aeron, on the other hand, finally looked down at the cheetah who was curled up beneath him, her skin ripped open with several raw and bleeding markings amongst the spots: It looked terrible to him. More terrible than it actually was.
But he worked to remedy that, lowering his head to run his rough tongue over the wounds to clean them, feeling Verdandi wince and whimper in pain whenever he went over the source of the bleeding.
He held very little concern for that, however, as cleaning her up was his first priority. Verdandi, however, fidgeted and frowned the entire time, not making eye contact and just wanting to cry a little bit.
She was as helpless as he’d accused her of being.
Once he was finished with his cleaning, however, he moved from her and started to walk again. She hadn’t expected him to stay, really. But after several steps, he looked back to her over a shoulder.
“Are you coming?” he stated flatly as the cheetah stumbled up to her feet, pausing in her efforts to give him a very vague stare of confusion.
“Coming?”
“Home. It’s some distance away and I imagine you won’t be making it well on those paws, Verdandi.” He advised. Verdandi just continued to give him a vague stare, causing the leopard to sigh and turn to walk back to her side, standing so she could lean against his side.
Which she only did when he leaned against her’s first.
“Now, next time just stay close.” He grumbled, a frown on his face. Verdandi’s ears perked a bit.
“Stay?”
“Yes.” He said with a slight pout, his frown deepening as the female ran her tongue across the bridge of his nose.
“Fine.” She said, nesting her head against the fur of his chest.
Perhaps something good had come out of her sulking that day.
