|
**Cub wants to play king of the hill. Er, king of your shoulders. Versus your tail. Is your tail winning? Yah, totally winning. Your tail is awesome.
**You look for Dawn Frost to greet him, and finally find him near the borders of your territory, growling rhythmically into the wind.
***swoons* Too cute for your own good!
**How fancy!
**How fancy!
**LET IT GOOOOO!
**How fancy!
**How fancy!
**The frog is now attached to your lion! It licked the frog and, despite still being its usual gender, it appears to look quite different! The Sapphic title has unlocked!
**This lion respects your authorithah!
APPS: x1 Ardor Inverted Brindle
x4 Opacity Changer
x1 Spicy Ice
x1 Lab Test Frog
x1 Pose: Kind
An unfamiliar lioness, her fur the soft hues of a late morning sky, wandered into the pride's sunset-lit den. Her eyes were the blush of warm dawn, but there was no warmth in them- they gazed around at the lions who eyed her, their eyes full of suspicious aggression, hers with a hint of distaste, but otherwise coldly uninterested. Her silvery fur was sleek, and laid smoothly along her body, not a hint of nerves in her relaxed posture at being completely surrounded by hostile lions. Those cold eyes searched the crowd, until she growled in a voice like ice- cold, smooth, and dangerous. 'Where is your king.'
A huge growl answered her, as Aharin- growing older now, but just as majestic- strutted slowly out from the cave forming his personal den to the ledge overlooking the rest of the pride. His blue-grey tail swayed dangerously, but his voice was almost as cold and unfeeling as the pale lioness' own as he eyed her. 'You enter our midst alone with complete confidence and the nerve to scorn us. Speak your purpose, and hope it's a damn good one.'
She sat, wrapping her tail delicately around her paws, and smiled icily. 'Oooooh, threats. How.. cute.'
Her smile dropped, and she narrowed her eyes slightly at the king. 'See, I have a proposal for you. Either you give me this land, or, I can take it from you.'
Aharin laughed heartily, before snarling at the lioness again. 'Take it? Hah. You'd be dead before you had a chance to stand.'
He looked at her for a moment, considering, then spat, 'You're lucky to still be intact. Here's my offer- You turn around and get your sorry ass out of my territory, and we don't rip you to shreds. Deal?'
The lioness stood slowly, and sighed. 'Well, so much for a peaceful resolution. Guess we'll just have to kill you all then.'
Aharin nodded at two of his lionesses, who moved forward to leap at the stranger. She dodged backwards and roared at the sky, and immediately, the thudding of dozens of paws reached the pride's ears, bringing them pause. A huge groups of lions surged over the edge of the hollow in the ground that formed their den, and landed amongst Aharin's pride, snarling as they slunk to gather around the morning-pale lioness. They bared their teeth, flexing claws, some of which were already dripping red from where they must have slaughtered the sentries to keep their presence masked.
The lioness smiled again, flexing her own claws in response to Aharin's look of rage. 'Anyway, as I said. Either you leave, or, we make you.'
She looked around, at Aharin's pride, now all standing, teeth bared and tails lashing, eyes darting around to all of her own lions standing in the dip. Then she set her gaze back on the king, who eyed her and her lions down, calculating, assessing.
'Or.. Hm. You've got some strong lions here, it'd be a shame to waste them. How's this- I challenge you, for controll of these lands.. and this pride. Let's fight, one to one. You win, we leave. I win.. This, territory, this pride- it's mine.'
At Aharin's continued silence, but for the low growl that continued to rumble from his chest, she spat, 'What, are you scared, almighty king? Don't you want to protect your lions?'
'Fine then! If you wish for your throat to be torn so badly, I'll grant you the death you WISH FOR!', Aharin roared as he leaped at her, claws outstretched. The lioness motioned her lions to back away with a wave of her tail, then dodged to the side, snapping at the king as he barreled past then whirled around to face her. They each held a defensive pose for a couple of seconds, assessing. While Aharin was far bigger than the dawn coloured lioness, he was well past his prime, with old age weakening once-powerful muscles, and the lioness was still young and strong.
--WIP--
|
