She was off looking around tonight, while her sister was away finding something to hunt. Usually Adanna was the type to follow and hunt with her sister, but today she felt the need
to stay back. Mkali and herself were traveling to the lands of the Vampire. She was truly excited to be joining, even if she couldnt remember what the pride was called half the time.
This was one of those times. She let her pale tail swish along the golden grasses that were tall, almost up to her mid leg. She was hungry, and she really was beginning to wish she had
gone with Mkali. She wanted to taste blood, and she was just fiesty enough to get it from anything.
She yawned, pink tongue curling from her maw. She hadnt slept well that day, and now that it was night time, she was reeping the consequences. She was nocturnal though, and didnt travel often
in the day. She simply hated doing it. And what Adanna wanted, Adanna got.
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Swemoes walked ahead of Aro for safty. The male lion was in an unusually foul mood today, his father had been attack by some b***h of a female and left him with one eye. HIS FATHER, THE GOD OF ALL LIONS. Oh if he ever found that b***h who helped save her life. Oh god he would rip her limb from limb- he even heard some rumor that, the white b***h that had saved her from death was WHITE, not to mention his grandmother.
Swemoes quickened the pace until he caught the site of a white lioness in his sights. Another slave in the pride? Well he’d never seen that one frankly. Maybe she was new. Anyway he didn’t like the look on either of there faces. And that female seamed to have the power to back up her bad posture. Quickly he thought of a way to weasel himself out of the situation. “I’m going to fetch you some stick.” Aro didn’t see the female ahead, until Swemoes made a gruff yip in her direction. “Oh yes…sticks…make sure they are good and sharp. Looks like we have a new slave.” A wicked grin curled over his muzzle as he pulled a spear loose from where he had tied it to his paw.
“You know what I do to loose slaves, don’t you my pet…” He humed to her as he trotted out with full confidence in his abilities.
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Adanna licked her lips at the sight of the maned dog, it made her stomach growl and she could feel the desire to feel its blood on her maw begin to grow. However it yipped and trotted off, leaving its companion.
The male was decently large, attractive, though looks werent all she looked for. She was a flirt, a vain flirt, and she deserved to breed with someone who could get her firing going. No one had done that for a
long time.
She gazed at the male calmly, smiling in her creepy fashion. She had the maddening grin down pat. Her eyes were like that of a wildcat and she snapped her jaws with a loud laugh.
"Am I supposed to fear you? And I dare you to call me slave again, and I will show you exactly who can be whose slave. How do you like the sound of that?" She growled, her hackles rising as she grinned again. She
wasnot against a fight, biting, claws, all things she rather enjoyed.
"Im little, hotshot, Im not stupid, and Im certainly stronger than you think." She said looking him dead in the eye.
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He was glad that Swemoes was bringing back more sticks for him. It seemed the one or two that he had on him wasn’t going to be enough to punish her. He laughed as he seamed to balance the steak in his front teeth. He then lifted his paw and took it out of his mouth resting it comfortably inbetween his two front toes. He needed his mouth empty so he could belittle her properly before going after her. Of course every one knew that monologing to ones opponent was often how villains were defeated- but his brains had run away from him to find more sticks, and he was left with just the pea sized one that he was born with.
“Of course your supposed to fear me…SLAVE…” He laced the word with hate and power, as he was accustomed to the slaves of his pride dropping to there paws and begging for mercy. He was blissfully unaware that this girl wasn’t any relation to the demons that were behind him. “If you don’t, I have a way of punishing runaways.” His paw gave a twitch as if he just couldn’t wait to drive something into her. “So are you going to come back to the pride quietly or am I going to have a little bit of fun with you first?”
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She snorted. This guy was truly daft wasnt he. She grinned, and narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. She wasnt about to allow him to call her whatever he wished.
She had pride, and she was not someone that you could just talk about like that. She growled, and unsheathed her claws as she walked closer to him.. She eyed the stake
in his paw and rolled her eyes. So he needed a weapon? Oh he was truly a coward wasnt he. She flicked her ears back and groaned. She hated cowards. They werent any
fun to play with.
"Stop calling me that you stupid brute. Im not in the mood to deal with the likes of stupidity. You can try to play all you want, but you shouldnt play games that are larger
than you," She growled.
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Oh that was it…she insulted his size. He wasn’t LITTLE; he was a HUGE full grown lion. “I am not little you filthy wretch.” He took steak and leveled it towards his eyes with his two front toes. He had surprisingly good aim for one with no thumbs and he chucked it square at her neck- just a little to the side as not to damage anything vital. It would be no fun for him if she died right away. He wouldn’t be able to hear her moans and squeals, the things that made his little world so intriguing. He quickly untied another weapon lashed to his legs. This one was slightly larger then the one he had thrown at her. Something for impaling and dragging threw ones messy flesh.
“Now if you play nice I’ll give you a quick death…” He lied. This time he proped it into his mouth. In his mind the first stick should have worked and she should be down on the ground pleading to him. Oh if only he was as smart as Swemoes.
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She grinned, chuckling and shaking her head. She was not impressed. She lifted her nose in a sort of snotty manner and scoffed. The stake soared by her and she looked at him with a grin.
"I think youre not as great as you think." She purred, though she was incredibly irritated. She needed to get back to Mkali, but not because she was scared.. No.. But because she knew this chump
would be dirt if he went against the both of them. She wasn't yet full grown, but she was damn close, and she didnt need to be a large lioness to be able to have strength and training. She sighed
and shook her head once more.
"Tsk, Tsk. I dont even know who you are, or why you're throwing your toys at me. How rude." She teased.
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“Well you SHOULD know me. I am Arosmth. I am the punisher for the demon pride. You should learn this considering your one of the prides new slaves…white rat…” He charged at her with full power not even taking the time to see that his first stick had completely whizzed passed her leaving her completely unharmed. Ah but that was how Arosmth thought. His father was a god so there for HE was a god and couldn’t be harmed. And oh how pleased father would be if he brought him a new pretty slave…she was pretty after all. Just white…what a disgusting color.
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When he charged her, he wasnt really as stealthy as she would have preferred. He hit her with his shoulder and she grunted with an irritated stare. She bared her teeth and growled, looking at him as if she might kill him.
"I dont really care who you are. The damage has been done. However if you touch me once more, I will rip your face off your already too big head. It might help you though, as it might release some of that hot air." SHe growled,
bracing herself to lunge if he decided to come at her again. She simply was growing more and more tired of the fool.
"Before you call someone something thats as degrading as -slave-, I suggest you know who it is you are speaking to. I am no slave, you overgrown rat. Im the daughter of Demi'Hara and Malenga, and Ive never been a slave in my life."
She raised an eyebrow.
"And I dont plan on becoming one."
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Why was he missing her? Every other slave always got hit right where he wanted- of course being slaves it was there job to give him what he wanted. “b***h stop moving.” He rounded on her with all of his fur bristled aggressively. “If your not a slave then you WILL be one when I’m done. A nice gift for my father.” His eyes darted back and forth. Where the hell was Swemoes and the damn sticks he’d run off for before. He should have been back by now. He was running out of the one’s he tied to his legs. He charged at her again even more aggressively then the first time.
