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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:40 am
 Solvtorn stood at the edge of the cliffs and roared his defiance toward the sea and the storm gods. He wasn't actually angry, but it felt good to just roar ferociously into the wind. He didn't doubt that the gods would understand and approve of his form of self-expression. Not that he would ever have used such a namby-pamby phrase as self-expression. He was a fierce Stormborn warrior. Well, he wasn't quite a warrior but he was a fierce Stormborn.
When his lungs were completely devoid of air he stepped back from the edge and made his way morosely down toward his den to see if there remained any of his dinner from last evening. He had actually come up to the cliffs to seek inspiration for a poem, or maybe a song, dedicated to a lovely Freeborn lass, but he hadn't found much there, despite the wild setting. The lioness he wanted to woo was fierce and wild, too, but the cliffs weren't quite what he was looking for.
On his way back to the den he noticed one of the pride's many Thralls. She might have had other business, but he was more important. He stepped into her path and waited there for her to notice him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:35 am
Today had been a particularly quiet day for the Thrall, she hadn't been ordered around much as other days. For once, she smiled, though she knew she had to tone down her smile slightly, because she could be accused of being too cheeky.
She wasn't so sure what to actually do with herself now. Izdihar was practically free at this point, well until someone needed something for her to do for them.
The lioness realized there was someone standing in her way! Not that it was actually a problem for her, because she wasn't supposed to have a problem with anything, but she watched him curiously like a little cub.
"I-is there something you need, sir?" she asked shyly, stopping a few feet away from him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 3:57 pm
"Come with me," Solvtorn said once he was sure he had the Thrall's attention.
Some lions in the pride said they had difficulty distinguishing between those lions who were Thralls and those who had won a challenge to get in, but Solvtorn had never had that issue. Even though both kinds of lions tended to be smaller, it wasn't their size which set them apart. It was the attitude Thralls had. They all seemed just to be naturally servile. It was hard to believe Stormborn in the past had fallen in love with Thralls and taken them for mates. He didn't see how someone inherently subservient could make a good match for a Stormborn lion.
"I want you to listen to something I've been working on. I can't seem to get it quite right, and I think that's because I've not had an audience for it. A lion is always at his best in a more realistic setting, and I think it will come together with an actual person listening."
The Stormborn did acknowledge that their Thralls were people, even if they universally agreed that they were inferior people. So asking a Thrall to serve as an audience while he worked on his song wasn't actually something that would make Solvtorn the butt of anyone's jokes. In fact, it would make far more sense than approaching another Freeborn, since he couldn't order a Freeborn to be silent about his request thereafter.
He began to walk toward a more secluded area near the fields where the pride grew their mint. This time of year the mint wasn't in bloom and so there probably wouldn't be anyone else there.
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