Akram'raja stood still, his own paragon of perfection atop the hill overlooking the ever familiar grounds of the Ukuucha'Wafalme. He breathed in deeply, smelling the familiar air, the familiar stench of the imbecile pads and dumb banu in the distance. He could even smell the trails left by his vizier of a father, Tariq'ra'd, on the ground... Tariq'ra'd had indeed been a well traveled, experienced, and empowered male.Akram'raja was now to be that male. He had covered much ground in the rogue lands, selectively pathing his way to the best females he found in the lands. Of course, that shouldn't have said much... The lands were full of scum and scoundrels alike. There were some gems, like Naheed, some useful, like Jazua'Dania, and some very promising, like Korofi-uzulu.
Korofi-uzulu was the first he had met, and he could see her raw power and potential finesse to prove most nice in his harem. She could do brute grunt work, be naturally more powerful than other banu in the Ukuucha'Wafalme, and she was a unique beauty to say the least. He would, however, have to temper her personality and mouth... He swore that if he had left her alone, she would go on forever. During their journey, he had made it so that she listened more instead of rambling. He taught her that it was not her place to continuously speak at everything that moved. As well, though she had at first made the impression that she was dimwitted, he could see that there was a little more to that. She didn't understand being ridiculed, so his scoldings sometimes bounced off of her, but she had grown to feel somewhat shamed for her actions. He liked this. He could feel Korofi-uzulu's fire intermingling with his, and reveled in the power the two held.
Jazua'Dania was the second he bumped into, and did not profile accordingly to his visions. She had been in none of them, and her appearance was a mere bonus to his captures. She would be a kajira -something that would perhaps hold sway in his future ambitions. However, she wasn't just a simple runt in the fields of the rogue lands. She was rather smarter than other rogue lionesses, formidable at least to a pack of jackals in holding them off, and quite... hardy in face of his... strict presence. She was also more vicious than the other ones, and perhaps was one of the females his father, Tariq'ra'd, would like. She was wild for sure - perhaps his father would have liked the offer, but Akram'raja knew he could probably hold out for another use of the brown female.
And finally, Naheed. Naheed was his golden treasure for the journey, if Korofi-uzulu was a lackluster but still fiery ruby waiting to be polished. She was valuable - that was certain. She possessed skills that none other in the Ukuucha'Wafalme could think of achieving. She surpassed the beauty of any banu, even the sultan's. So he had to keep her. She was already tamed by her upbringing, and he had to thank her Ukuucha'Wafalme ancestry for that. That was also another bonus: he had returned a descendant of someone from the Ukuucha'Wafalme, and a brilliant one at that. She still had a long ways to go, but the fact that she already surpassed others in skill, appearance, and most everything was a hard fact to get past Akram'raja.
He stepped down from his place, wandering to the watering pool ahead. He didn't even thirst for the water, but decided he would pull off one last act before he returned as a dedication to his siblings and the fact that he must surely be the first to return to the pride. He had been so deft and quick in his captures that he had time for a lenient leisurely drink at the pool. Maybe he would even entertain the idea of allowing his females to come and leisure with him. Hmm... Maybe he would do that. It was a pleasing thought. The lot of them would sit down and have a few hours of banter before returning. He laughed out loud. It would be a testament to his early arrival. Surely he would at least see some of his siblings return on this pathway. By then, it would already have been too late for them, as they would know that Akram'raja was the victor in achieving excellence in this certain hunt through the rogue lands.
And then he thought about whether any of his brothers would even come back. He tilted his head; he couldn't decide, actually... Would he be sad if none of his brothers returned? He wouldn't be effected emotionally, but he wouldn't be happy about it, either. His brothers brought him a sense of competition, thus enabling him to achieve more than he would normally think he should. That was one thing he liked about Mirsajadi, Rayhan, and Omaran. Mirsajadi was the first born of his litter and possessed very odd behavior in being quiet but thinking that he was the best. He wasn't even the biggest, and by far smaller than him! As well, his yellow mottled coloration and brown smudging on his fur made him look like a foolish creature from the muddy dirt! Akram'raja laughed out loud, again. Poor Mirsajadi... If Mirsajadi didn't return, he supposed Rayhan and Omaran were the lesser of the three evils. Rayhan, on the other paw, could possibly perceive himself as the "golden boy" of the group of brothers because of his naturally golden pelt. It was very much unlike their mother and father, and so Akram'raja never really had related to the fellow in any way. Omaran, on the other hand, was very dark, almost striking with his orange eyes. He was suspicious to Akram'raja, so he never bothered with Omaran. Mirsajadi was indeed the best to be secured with in a good two-lion competition.
All of these thoughts would cement themselves when he arrived on the Ukuucha'Wafalme grounds again. He crunched the dirt beneath him, feeling the praise of the lions from the Ukuucha'Wafalme. Akram'raja was very pleased by this anticipation. It would be the start of his new future to glory... if he hadn't already achieved it.
