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Taraxa was feeling pretty good about himself. Nymph was in the pride now, and he could keep a close eye on her... and any males that might lustily stare after her. While he'd marked her as his during their challenges, he was a little insecure about the entire situation. He prided himself on being a true warrior, iron in his blood, a Stormborn, but there was something about Nymph that made him feel like a gangly adolescent again and not a lion in the prime of his life.

He was seeking her out today in hopes that he could try and work his magical charm to get her to see things his way. Perhaps after he'd truly marked her as his he could get on with his life and get her out of his system. It sounded unlikely even to his own ears, but it was worth a try. He was desperate to relieve this awkward feeling.

Having settled in to her den with her jackal companion, Nymph was resting up. Her body still ached a little, not that she would ever admit that to anyone. She didn't even admit it to Fyra though the little jackal cleaned her wounds on a daily basis. Today she was laying half in, half out of the den, enjoying the sun on her bright salmon black and white coat.

Her ears perked as she heard the approach of someone. Who would be coming to see her? Shrugging her shoulders she settles herself in to a confident laying position and starts to groom her face and paws in a nonchalant manner. She wanted to seem aloof as the unknown approached her, but her ears swivelled paying attention to the approach.

"Nymph," he called, voice low but still commanding. She was here. He grinned jauntily as he approached, a little spring in his step. She looked to be enjoying the bright sunlight warming her coat, and he hoped she would still be feeling at ease and relaxed while he turned his charm up to eleven and hoped for the best. Taraxa was feeling confident, though. After all, what more could she want? He was handsome, he was a Reaver, he was strong, battle-scarred. In his own mind, he was a dream-come-true on four paws.

"How are you feeling," he fairly purred in her direction, keeping keen eyes on her expression. Though he walked as if he felt no pain, there were definetly twitches in the muscles along his back, and he really didn't feel like sparring with her.

The bright salmon lioness lifts her head casting a glare of bloody, fiery red eyes at the big male. "Are you being sarcastic Taraxa?" She grumbles, folding her paws over one another. Staying in a relaxed position, she licks her lips and raises a brow.

Taking a deep breath she flickers her tail and stretches out her claws. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She hisses a sarcastic drawl in her voice. She didn't want to spar, she was still sore, he wouldn't come to fight already would he? God damn him, he must have some sort of super healing if he wanted to fight, but she would never admit that and she wouldn't turn down a fight if he offered, that would just be a blow to her pride.

Taraxa looked wounded at her question, and he couldn't stop the little pout that bowed his lips. It wasn't a big pout, just a little one. He felt justified by it. She was being a little prickly. "Of course not, Nymph," he crooned, watching her carefully. "I was genuinely concerned for you." This wouldn't be easy. She wasn't feeling receptive, but what could he say? That was part of what Taraxa enjoyed about his warrior goddess.

"I thought that perhaps we could spend some time together. Not sparring," he said quickly, moving into a seated position. "I admit I am still feeling the effects of our previous fights." Maybe that would soothe her a bit. He hoped so -- he wasn't in the habit of wandering around admitting weakness.

He was admitting to her that he was hurt? Should she admit back? No, it was below her to admit that she was in pain and that her limbs ached with the strain from their previous fight. "Well that just shows you are old, Personally I can't feel a thing, you must be getting soft." She smirks though she looked up at him with a slightly less annoyed look.

"Time? Doing what exactly?" She snipped going back to grooming her ears while she waited to find out what exactly the big male wanted. He didn't want to fight, thank the gods but, what else was there for them to do, alone, together?

"Well..." Ffff. He thought about that for a moment. He could get straight to the point and say that he needed to get her out of his system and the only way he figured that would happen is if he ... you know ... plundered. He figured that wouldn't end well. A slight frown came over his face as he tried to think of the best way to continue.

"...talking?" That brought a dubious expression to his face. "After all, that is what friendly pridemembers do with one another." Well, that and spar. But he didn't want to do that any more, especially not with her.

Nymph licked her lips and lashed her till, the black tip twitching in a spasmodic manner. There was something that Taraxa was refraining from saying but she didn't know what he could possibly want. Talking though? She didn't think of him as a talkative lion.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and raised a brow. "Talk about what Taraxa?" She raised both brows then, she was no fool, and he was acting so, well, foolish, why was he avoiding saying what he meant? "Out with it will you!" She snaps and laughs in the sam moment. "You want something you need to tell me what it is before I get bored with the tedium. Spit it out already."

Taraxa fought the urge to sigh in exasperation. Females were so hard to deal with, and sometimes he wondered why he seemed to have a fetish for ones that were even MORE so difficult to handle. Maybe there was something wrong with him.

"Lets talk about ...ah... babies?" The oddest squeak twisted the last syllable of the last word he spoke. How would she feel about babies? Not... babies together, just... babies in general. He supposed that was a good start, right? Taraxa thought that the more children one had, the more he would be remembered after he was gone. That thought was sobering. He wasn't a young spright anymore, and while he was as healthy as ever, well. You couldn't be too careful.

She sat in a dusty flump and tilted her head. "Babies? What about babies?" She raised a brow. "Waitwait, you think because I am a female that I want babies? Haven't I proved to you that I'm not some broody sow?" She growls and narrows her eyes. If she wasn't so goddam sore all over she would have attacked him for presuming so much.

"Chauvinist." She hisses standing and swiping him across the face before turning on her heel. "You asked or that Taraxa." She snorts tilting her tail high in the air. How dare he ask her about babies. She was a strong viking woman not some house wife with a lust for tiny..rolly polly balls of fluff." She pauses mid step and look back at the big older male. "My respect, what little I had for you is diminishing quickly Taraxa." She snuffs.

Taraxa took the swipe like a champ, not even blinking -- it was almost as if he'd half expected it. "You take offense over everything," he commented evenly. "Why do you think that I feel you are less of a Stormborn simply because you are female? Haven't you proven yourself to me? To the pride?" And he was losing her respect? He'd been nothing but polite once she gained her place in the pride! Maybe he was dense for wanting strong cubs with such a strong female. No -- a strong and unwilling female!

"Children are our legacy. They protect our honor once we are no longer here to protect it ourself. To have children is no curse! It's a blessing!"

Shaking her head the very large pink female stalked back up to him. "You mean they are YOUR legacy?" She purses her lips, she was young and naive in some ways but she knew about babies and how they happened, she knew about love and lust and she knew that Taraxa wanted that which he had already taken from someone else, that which he could not take from her.

She faces him, her nose very close to his a sneer on her lips. "It will be a cold day in hell before I let you touch me Taraxa." She snorts. "Find yourself some whore and get over it." She snaps stalking away for good this time. Dirty old man, there was no way she would ever let him near her no matter how respected and handsome and strong he was..She would NEVER!