The sand of this desert region was very different. It wasn't actually so much sand as... Really hot, dry dirt. The white lion stared down at it, somewhat glaring. He'd have to find something else if this place didn't intrigue him. He'd felt little connection to the last pride he'd been with, and only stuck around for the convenience of it. Now... He was looking for something... Better. If this didn't work... He'd tuck his tail between his legs like a hyena and crawl back to Kidondo. He just sorely hoped it didn't come to that, since... Well... He liked not
This was a curious sight. A massive white lion... She hadn't seen too grandly many white lions in the pride before. Which was something to say, considering the idea that, for all she knew, they were hiding somewhere. But it was more his SIZE that had her. And he was too close for comfort. Hugging the ground, the rust-colored lioness went stalking. There was no way she'd let some intruder come into THEIR lands, just like that. After all... What kind of good Guardian would she be?
The first steps were easy enough. It was just a matter of finding somebody from the pride to talk to about... Well... Living here. He just didn't know what the locals looked like, or even acted like. As he stopped to look around, he became acutely aware of the sensation of being WATCHED. The male frowned, looking around. "Hey, who's th--" he didn't get to finish what he was saying, as something slammed into him full-force, sending them both tumbling.
Enter HER pride's lands just like that?! Ramla would NOT stand for it! When the stranger stopped, she took her opportunity... And struck. It was only when she was flying through the air and getting closer that she realized the size difference. It didn't matter to her, though. If lowly vultures could chase lions out, then she could take this guy on! What she hadn't counted on was them tumbling. And then she found herself the one under massive paws. "Get off of me!"
"And here YOU'RE the one attacking ME?!" What a small lioness! Ngoma took a couple steps back. Likely a local, then. "If you're from the pride, that's some way to greet somebody wanting to stay here!" He shook his mane out, before checking his coat. Were there any marks on it? Any dirt? Well, there was dirt... No new injuries except maybe bruising. Green eyes narrow, he glared over at the lioness.
Ramla got up, fur bristling on end. "I'M not the one walking into unknown prides like that! You'd have been luckier to run into somebody ELSE!" As she advanced, her silver eyes flashed with anger. The rust-brown lioness was NOT going to be shoved aside like nothing by this lion! If this lion was determined to be stupid, she was determined to beat sense into his big fat head. "Come here so I can beat you proper!"
Anger flashed in his own eyes, as he rose to his paws. "Oh, you're going to beat ME?" He placed his paws apart, ears back and growling, before roaring at the lioness. She had a lot of spit and fire for somebody so small compared to him. And he was on the small end for a Firekin! As he advanced, he unsheathed his claws. "I'm gonna beat YOU!" And just like that, Ngoma made what could be called one of the stupidest mistakes ever.
She was no push-over, and size was no issue to her. While the male advanced, Ramla out-right CHARGED. Jumping at him, she extended her claws, a roar in her open maw as she slammed into him again, clawing at his face. Her smaller size was her advantage, not her handicap, as the lioness twisted and turned and avoided his massive paws. The way her claws scraped on his coat made her smile inwardly, especially since she was winning.
Knocked to the ground again, Ngoma roared and fought at the lioness, amazed that he was being overpowered by her. She was so SMALL... So much WEAKER! Okay, maybe not weaker. But he was having enough of this, Finar-si HAD to be laughing at him. Rolling onto his back, he gave a hard shove of his hind paws, sending the lioness flying and tumbling. When he rose, he was surprised to find her laughing. "What's so damn funny?!"
Pulling herself to a half-sitting, half-laying position, Ramla laughed HARD. Finally, she grinned at him. "You know what? I never thought of somebody DOING that! It never occurred to me!" As she got closer, she eyed him over. "Maybe you're not so stupid after all. What's your name, and why are you here, anyway?"
He eyed her warily, then slowly offered, "Ngoma'mwale... I'm here to see about joining the pride. And you are?" Maybe she was going to say something like... Cthalcutacnee. Something he couldn't rightfully PRONOUNCE.
"I'm Ramla. Come on." She nodded with her head. "You pass my standards... Which means you may pass Pharaoh's standards." She then turned, limping just slightly as she led Ngoma into the lands and pride.
