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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 3:42 pm
 "I think I shall never keep the company of lions again," Tahir growled to himself. He watched his reflection ripple and distort in the quiet pool before him. Ugly as always, with his greasy, patchy hair and sunken eyes, but now he had something else to mar his 'pretty' face. Three claws marks cut across his right cheek, scabbed over and festering. The few stands of hair that had begun to grow back around the gashes were ashen white. He'd never have color there again.
Tahir snarled and slapped the water. His image crumbled and faded. He whirled around, head low to the ground, and snapped pitifully at the empty air.
"Lions!" he barked, “I risk life and limb against an elephant, and all I get is pain.” He tossed his head back and let out a keening, high-pitch yowl, then threw himself to the ground, flopped on his side with legs splayed haphazardly.
“Vicious, horrible beasts,” he snorted, baring his teeth at the darkness of dusk.
What an absolute drama queen.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:24 am
Saiorse's head tilted distinctly to the side, one brow lifted high above the other as she watched the maned wolf moan. She was fairly sure he hadn't heard her approach, but then again, she didn't exactly clump around like some idiots. The lioness sat in the grasses, twenty feet or so behind him, tail neatly curled around her feet as she watched him pitch his little fit. It was almost amusing when there was no pressing task for them to fufill. "I wouldn't exactly say you risked life and limb." The lioness smiled, her expression tinged with her typical sardonic hue. While Saiorse wouldn't have called herself a bully, she did divine a certain sense of cruel satisfaction when she watched those weaker than herself squirm. Perhaps it was more that the once prim and proper lady of a lioness now reveled in her own strength, and enjoyed any sort of validation to it she could get. Some would say she enjoyed it a tad too much, but she would never knowingly hurt someone for no reason. Well. Not too badly at least.
She chuckled with a lazy confidence, "After all, you're not the one who ended up with three or so broken ribs, now are you?" The lioness moved to lay down, her sides still sore from the wonderful adventure where she had had such a privledge to meet Tahir. "So tell me, Courage, how have you been thus far?" The maned wolf still looked as thin and mangey as he had the last time she had seen him, if not more so. Could he not hunt on his own? Certainly not with an attitude like that. Maybe she would take pity on the poor creature, if he didn't irritate her too badly, and catch him a nice fat springbuck. She had no problem keeping herself fed, even sore as she was, and the exercise would be good for her.
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