[PRP] Still the Same Thoughts (Adrastos x Mpapuro)

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Not too much had happened to Mpapuro since she'd joined the gathering of Seers. No one had seen any proof since then that there was any danger to the pride, even if they insisted on creating a group of warriors to protect the Pridelands. Frankly, the yellow lioness thought that the mass of bodies she'd seen was just the inevitable result of attempting to teach a group of lions how to fight.

She'd wandered by some of the training. The only difference between it and some of the things cubs got up to was the size of the lions involved. Which made it pretty hilarious and adorable. It wasn't often adults got to act like their kids!

Now she was idly wandering away from the watering hole. Coming towards her was a white and vaguely familiar lion (though really, it was a pride, who didn't look vaguely familiar?) whose coating of dust made it clear he'd had a rough day.

"Took a dust nap, did you?" she greeting him as he came closer, each step an act of exaggerated exhaustion.  

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Mpapuro chuckled a bit. Oh sure, she knew that he was being sarcastic, but it was genuinely funny. At least from her perspective. In fact...

"So just a few more rounds like that and you'll look like a real Pridelander!" she exclaimed. Of course even the lioness was too yellow to fit her own definition, but the effect of a bit of dust was far more pronounced on the male's white coat than it would be on hers.

Not to mention that he had almost certainly volunteered for whatever he was doing, whereas she was perfectly happy to be one of the innumerable hunters that fed the pride.  

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The female blinked in surprise. She honestly hadn't expected him to ask for her help. Most males, brother included, seemed to want no help whatsoever, especially from a lioness. Unless of course said lioness was involved in whatever they were doing from the start.

Instead of responding right away, Mpapuro turned to examine the distance between the lion and the water. And the lay of the land. Then she turned a mischevious grin on him.

"Well, it looks like the water's downhill from here. So if you tripped in the right way, you'd probably just roll all the way down. And get dusty enough to be a proper gold!"

Nope, she wasn't going to let that one lie just yet.  

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"True, it would only last for a few moments before it all got washed off," the lioness sighed in seeming disappointment. She was very strongly tempted to proceed with the course she'd outlined and send the lion rolling down into the water. But however much fun she had teading him, it would be cruel to actually physically push him.

Besides, he did look pooped. And even as a Huntress she didn't care to take advantage of those who were already suffering. No matter what she might imply to the contrary.

"Oh, very well then." Moving swiftly, the yellow female strode over and positioned herself next to the lion to help take his weight. "Let's get you to the water and maybe we'll even clean you off. Sadly." She couldn't resist another jab about how his pale coat was not traditional for the Pridelands. Of course, the same could be said about hers, not that she'd even try to deny it.  

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"Oh, I'll do that one day," the lioness replied cheerfully. "I don't know how much it'll hurt then, but we can worry about it when it happens."

She was somewhat surprised by how much weight he was silently asking her to support, but she supposed he must have been almost as tired as he made it seem. Huh. That was an awful lot of work he was putting in. Not that she felt anyone would want to attack the Pridelands. Well, except maybe for those hyenas, but the yellow lioness had considered that affair over and done with long ago.

Regardless, she'd just have to come up with new ways to tease their new Soldiers, and she was sure this lion would (unknowingly) help her a great deal.