Sarai had the itch.It struck her at times, usually after Amara came into contact with a male. Sarai couldn't always make her presence known, much as she'd like to, and oftentimes this led to the itch. Sarai desired contact of a more illicit nature, contact with a bawdy male who could give her what she desired and then would just leave her be. It was easier said than done, really; Amara was such a prude and it was driving Sarai to the brink of insanity.
Well, closer to the brink. Amara'sarai didn't have far to go, frighteningly enough. While Sarai allowed Amara to keep control, only showing herself to hunt in order to fill their belly, she tired of allowing Amara full rein over their life.
Sarai loved the scent of males. She adored how they were built, their strength and muscles. She couldn't get enough of their voices, their manes, their claws. Sarai wasn't picky when it came to the boys; she would take whatever she could get her paws on, and she'd never been turned away. They were nameless. Sarai didn't bother to remember their names, or at least the boring ones. She remembered a few of them, though she'd never seen them since their illicit meeting. It was rare for Sarai to meet up with the same fellow twice; Sarai loved variation.
Today was a blistering day, the sun high in the sky and nary a cloud to be seen. Just endless blue sky stretched over the monotone of the savanna. Sarai had taken over, Amara's whining and chirping for food annoying enough to spur Sarai into action. "I should find a companion," she spat to herself, "instead of feeding the helpless Princess Amara."
"Oh, hush," Amara sang, overjoyed by the thought of a meal in her belly. "You know you love to hunt as much as I love to eat." It was true, yes, Sarai loved spilling blood. She'd yet to do it in a true fight, but killing preybeasts was satisfying nonetheless. "Not as satisfying as a lusty male," Sarai muttered much to Amara's dismay. Amara did not approve of such talk and promptly shushed Sarai.
"Look," murmured Amara, "You know that I find such talk distasteful, Sarai. It is not ladylike in the least, and I do not approve of it. I think you do it simply to bother me. It's not nice at all." Sarai snorted, eyes scanning the horizon. There was truth to Amara's words, but for now Sarai would ignore her. She spotted a small group of wary zebra, nostrils flaring as they raised their heads to search for predators. With none to be scented or seen, they dipped their heads in unison once more to fill their bellies on the rough grass.
"Shut your trap," Sarai growled, tiring of Amara's endless talk. "I'm trying to hunt here."
Amara sniffed and fell silent, withdrawing completely. Sarai thanked the gods, willing Amara to stay hidden. Her constant childlike chatter was so grating more often than not, and she was always doing it when Sarai was in control. Sarai would kill so they could eat, but after that Sarai would be on a mission. Amara wouldn't overpower her this time. Sarai's need for male companionship was far too great and she was determined, very determined, to get what she wanted. After meeting the blue male and being overthrown by Amara, Sarai was going to stay in control for a while. It was decided.
Lowering herself to her belly, Sarai crept towards the zebra that feasted. The slight breeze wafted their sweet scent towards the lioness and Sarai inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell. Such stupid beasts, she thought to herself. She continued to creep forward, inch by inch, and made a quick decision on which striped beast she'd bring down. A small youth had frolicked a bit too far from its mother, kicking its hind legs up in excitement as it raced around, arching close to Sarai.
She sprang into action, sinewy muscles bunching under her fur. Sarai leapt, paws outstretched and claws unsheathed. The zebra frantically scattered, braying in fear as they kicked up dust in their fright. Sarai only had eyes for her prey, the small unfortunate babe that had wandered too far from the safety of the herd. She caught up to the terrified zebra, bringing it down with her strong claws and incredible teeth. Sarai felt the little zebra's lifeblood come to a stop, heart no longer pounding.
Sarai settled down to eat. Strong jaws ripped tender flesh from the zebra's corpse; Sarai did love the taste of blood. The coppery tang filled her nostrils as she chewed, enjoying her meal with an almost sick appreciation. Her ears flicked at gathering flies in annoyance as the smell of blood drew them to the downed zebra. Sarai knew she needed to eat fast; a solitary lion saturated with the scent of fresh blood would draw other predators. Hyenas and wild dogs were known to be frightful when they were hungry.
Sarai ate until her belly was full to bursting. Licking her chops, she slowly began to groom herself. She took a perverse pleasure in lapping up the blood that drenched her paws, enjoying the rasp of her tongue against her fur.
Belly full, Sarai set out to fulfill another desire; one far more carnal. Snickering to herself, she planned on keeping Amara tamped down for as long as possible. If luck was with her, she'd keep Amara at bay until her hungers were satiated.
The lioness set off towards the horizon, feeling content with herself. Her belly was full and now she had full control. Sarai had lain dormant for far too long; it was her turn now, and she'd take full advantage of it. There would be no relinquishment of control this time; she tired of catering to Amara's prissy and boring ways. She'd snap up the first lion she met, and there wouldn't be anything Amara could do about it.
