The pirate female wasn’t much of a pirate. Rather more of a unpredictable fortune teller, yet still she held the title of a pirate within the pride. She liked it here, for the most part. A few of the pirates could simply be incorrigible but she knew that they were to never raise their voices to her. Pirato would likely have ripped out their tongues if they had. She was something of a legend among them. Want something read? Go to Oceane’. Want to know if your future was bright? Go to Oceane’. She wasn’t a seer, no life hadn’t blessed her with such abilities. Instead she was more of a lucky guesser. She read others well, and she was usually right about her predictions. Which is what they were, simply predictions. Capable of coming true, or never coming true. Depended on the other. She found though that if you told someone they would do something at some point, it would happen simply for them believing it would. The mind was an incredible tool, and she was rather good at playing them. She settled over the bird she caught and grinned. She hadn’t wanted the birds meat, oh no. She wanted the feathers and the bones. That was what she needed from any kill she ever brought down.
Sir’bia was stranded. Lost and alone the female was already scared.. But she couldn’t help herself. These kinds of days frightened her. The sun was clouded away by the sharp promising clouds. Clouds promising a storm and a dangerously scary one at that. Thunder crackled overhead, and she flinched, bringing herself to the earth. She wasn’t sure what was up with the weather, but later she’d find it was monsoon season, and being stranded out in this time of year was dangerous. She was panicking. She needed to at least find some kind words that she would be okay..She had to.. Or even some shelter until the worst of the clouds had passed over. Her green eyes, shadowed by the dark schlera that made her eyes almost look like jewels, glittered in hope.
Oceane’ knew that scent. Someone was approaching and even without her scent she would have been able to tell. The creature was being none too quiet, and Oceane’ was alerted instantly to her presence. With a stretch of her legs, she stood and pushed her bird neatly against the den wall. Better safe than sorry, and if she lost that bird someone else would lose their heads. She crept out of the den, closing her eyes as the wind of the storm pushed back her mane. Coral eyes opened and she sighed. Oh she loved this weather. This was her type of thing. She didn’t fear anything, nor did she fear death. Everyone would go sometime, and if you went earlier than planned then you were particularly lucky.
She saw the little female lioness creeping along the earth and for a moment she was convinced she was hunting something.. But the fear radiating off the girl was almost thick on Oceane’s tongue. Normally she wasn’t the type to offer refuge. That just wasn’t her thing, she didn’t enjoy sharing her home. But this female was small, smaller than even herself. She would never last long in this weather. At least until the storm blew over the best it would in this season..
“Girl ge’ in ‘here befo’ ye go catchin’ a cold.” She grinned, her dialect thick in her throat. She had a Cajun, dark sort of accent. Not that she knew what Cajun was, but she knew her voice was different than that of the others around here.
Bia lifted her head quickly, just as a crack of thunder appeared behind her head and her eyes went positively wide. She screamed, and took off towards the other female in hopes, no , prayer, that this lioness wouldn’t try to hurt her. She crouched at her feet, looking up in fear.
“I don’t know where I am.. I’m lost and alone. I just need some place to stay for the night.” Bia beckoned, hoping that this other blue lady would offer her refuge. She could smell the blood of the bird on the lioness’ maw and she felt her stomach gurgle its dismay. She pushed it aside though, that wasn’t the type of person she wanted to portray herself to be.
“Ge’ up.” Oceane’ commanded, and turned, motioning with her head that Bia should follow. This was a huge inconvenience for her, especially since she was trying to hear the Gods tell her which bones she should keep from this particular kill.
“First les’son. Ne’er bow to anoder. Ye will find ye’self killed quickly.” She offered, before sauntering to the back of the den and plopping down on the stone and placing the bird back between her paws.
“I-Ill try to remember that.” Bia nodded, and she felt suddenly very ashamed of herself. She couldn’t believe she had done it, but hindsight was 20/20. She would likely end up doing it again if given even half a chance.
“Im Sir’Bia. Er,.. I go by Bia.” The striped lioness replied, looking at the female ahead of her. She was beautiful with her pale blue pelt, the color of the ocean. Even coral colors snaked up her legs as if beckoning to her beauty. Though the items the female wore hid a lot of the beauty behind her. A lions pelt thrown over her back, with a fishbone sticking out rather oddly within the females ear.
“Bia, eh? Ye best be careful ‘ere Bia. The land o’ da pirates is no place for ye. I can see it.” She chuckled, but without looking up at Bia.
“Why? What would they do to me? What is a pirate?” Bia asked, curiosity plaguing her features but behind that curiousity was also tinged fear. She needed to be strong and she was going to try.
“Thank you for inviting me in..I think the storm is getting bad out there.” She shuddered only to hear the female chuckle.
“Aye, it prob’ly is. Ye should learn the seasons. Would likely be safer for ye. But while you’re ‘ere. I suggest curling up under the pelts.” She motioned with her head to the pile of pelts that looked snug and warm. Without another word Bia ran to them, cuddling herself among them. It wasn’t long till she was asleep, a long hard day had wiped her out. Tomorrow would be a new start..she hoped.
