{PRP}You don't understand...{Kisukari x Bousvor}

[magnadearel]

Velveteen Angel

It had been longer than an age since he'd first gone viking. Perhaps because he really hadn't joined a band himself, and kind of just drifted. This time he'd managed to get himself included in a group. It was good to get out of the pride and stretch his legs. The group had split up to do some individual hunting.

Bousvor loped away. Ears and nose alert for signs of prey. He was hoping to bring down something large to bring back. The tawny male crept his way though the grass. He crouched and observed the choices. A group of antelope caught his eye. They looked tasty. He began working his way closer and closer.  

[Velveteen Angel]

Kisukari stepped lightly on the ground, almost dancing as she walked. She was raised to be graceful, to be lady-life, and most of all, firm in the belief that she was, in fact, a princess. No one would be able to tell the female otherwise, as that was how she was raised, and that was how she would die. Royalty.

She did rather hate all this rogue-lands business though. Back in her father's pride, she had been safe and secure, but now she was out on her own, fending for herself and gosh hunting messed up one's fur. She hated trying to wash the blood out, so disgusting.

She tossed her mane, the silky white fluff shining the the sunlight. She had to make sure she was flawless when opportunity came knocking. She wanted a prince, after all, not a pauper.

She was paying attention to her posture and her hair that she didn't even notice the antelopes until she had moved too close to them and startled them into a frantic panic. They began to flee and she frowned. Gosh, they were noisy.

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[magnadearel]

Velveteen Angel

Bousvor was just about close enough. He was picking his target with care. Once he scared them.... What was going on? The male looked around in bewilderment. He hadn't scared them yet. Why where they running? He rose up out of his hiding spot to stare in bafflement at the backs of the fleeing antelopes.

He glanced around thinking he'd somehow betrayed himself, until he caught sight of a lioness. His green eyes narrowed slightly. She wasn't even trying to hide though she could have blended in beautifully. This then was the real cause of the fleeing antelopes. He sighed to himself. Normally he wouldn't have cared and just moved on. Albeit in a different direction from the one she was taking. Except she was heading straight toward the area the others were hunting.

Bousvor shook his mane. "Don't go that way."  

[Velveteen Angel]

Oooh. Handsome. That was her first thought when she spotted him, and she ran her eyes over his form. Big, muscly, and he was a hunter. Interesting! Maybe there were more like him - not this one though, because no prince would be out hunting on his own. Fft, he was probably just some lowly rank.

"Why not, handsome?"" She asked, batting her eyelashes at him. "Sorry I scared off your prey, didn't even see you."

She wondered why he didn't want her going off that way. Maybe she was close to a pride! Maybe they had a prince!

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[magnadearel]

Velveteen Angel

He gave her a long, disapproving look. Flattery didn't work on him. Nor did he seemed moved by her coy flirting. Bousvor tried not to sigh and roll his eyes. That was the idea! He was about to walk off and find some new prey, which certainly wouldn't be as good as what she chased away, when he remembered he hadn't answered her.

"You'll get captured." He gave another look. Nope she didn't seem all that bright. Best he expanded then. "Pride will make you a Thrall. A slave."  

[Velveteen Angel]

Damn, he didn't seem to care for her flattery. Oh well. He wasn't the one she was trying to impress. Caught up in her sulking, she didn't notice the description of the thrall situation, focusing instead on the fact that there was a pride nearby.

"A pride? What pride?" She asked, instantly curious. It was probably annoying to this male, but she didn't care. She needed a prince, dang it.

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[magnadearel]

Velveteen Angel

Sorry he's not big on words. DX

Yup, this was going to be one of those days. He took a moment to calm himself before turning back to the lioness. Carefully he looked her over. Given she'd scared away the prey, and she really didn't look like a fighter, Bousvor doubted she'd be interested in challenging her way into the pride.

"Stormborn. Strong fighters. You fight to get in, or get taken in as Thrall." He watched her. Hoping to see the dawning realization of what he said get through to her.  

[Velveteen Angel]

A pride of fighters? Oooh, now that was a delightful thought! Big strong males to protect her, perhaps she'd even have a consort of fighters at her beck and call. She giggled internally at the idea, girlishly delighted.

"Whats your rank in the pride?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. She knew it wouldn't work on him but damn it, she still wanted to come across as pretty.

Maybe he could get her close to the prince...

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[magnadearel]

Velveteen Angel

This female just did not get it! He wondered if she had something wrong with her head. A few hoofs shy of a full zebra.

"Reaver. I hunt," he replied as he gave her a reproachful look to remind her that she'd interrupted that hunt by scaring his prey. That really didn't cover what he did, but he wasn't sure she could follow it.

"Run along before they find you." Perhaps she was a young lioness recently let out on her own. Bousvor decided he'd go with that story as a reason for her actions. "Must go now. Good bye."  

[Velveteen Angel]

How disappointing, he was a hunter. How did she guess it? She shot him a fairly reproachful look. Why didn't he have any ambition? She huffed.

Now he was trying to shoo her. Her? He wanted to shoo her? How dare he. She puffed up, a look of annoyance coming across her face. "I demand you take me to your pride!" Her father would be proud of her if she made an alliance with a pride of fighters, surely.

She stared at him, expectantly.

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[magnadearel]

Velveteen Angel

"Bad idea." He flicked his ears forward and back. Despite her irritation, the male knew she was no physical threat to him. "It won't suit you." Given he knew one lioness very unhappy with her situation as a thrall, this lioness didn't strike him as one that would fit either. She was... well.... bratty was the best word that came to mind.

"They'll order you around. Chores." He waved his paw at the scrub around them to indicate hunting. Since she'd flobbed his attempt, he wasn't sure she was very good at it.  

[Velveteen Angel]

She smirked inwardly. They clearly did not know her that well. She would likely to see anyone order her around. The fools.

"You don't know me. Take me to your pride," she repeated deliberately, meeting his gaze full on. He might think he knew what she was all about but he had no idea. She was going to find herself a prince and she was going to impress them, and prove this fool wrong.

"Or do I need to follow you instead?"

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[magnadearel]

Velveteen Angel

Fin?

She... really didn't know when to quit.

The tawny male considered his few options. Continue hunting with her tagging along and scaring all the prey, try to loose her in a fast run, or take her back. Not the best options.

"Fine." He gave a low growl as he turned and headed back the way he'd come. He had tried to warn her. Whatever happened now was her problem to deal with.