Hoped For Him. Tried For Him. Failed For Him.

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I'm Not Afraid To Cry
Not Afraid To Die.
But...
Maybe You Could Try
And
Not Make Me Cry.

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<sub>It was a different feeling. Not one she had felt many times before. A little hormonal, lethargic, anxious, angry, resentful, afraid, hopeful, and overall: confused. It wasn't everyday this good lookin' gals face was marred by a frown but today was certainly one of them. Emotion gripped her, and she know she shouldn't be feeling it. Emotions that needed to be buried deep, kept quiet. The last thing she needed was attention. The usually sweet, but currently bitter lioness was desperately miserable. This seemed to be the week for miserable happenings, for a certain girl that lingers behind this very computer screen. Not in her life, not in the least. She just seems to want to make her poor character suffer. But, alas, what is she supposed to do? After such a heart-breaking talk with a certain bitter madam. It would be unrealistic and unjust to her lions and lionesses to keep them happy through positively nasty experiences. Despair grasped at her, and Dancer, who was not nearly as experienced at dealing with despair as her twin, felt her every nerve scream. Truth had been of little to no consolation of her troubles. Shall I take you back to the day? I think I will.

A large, golden tan shape emerged and walked toward another. The large male moved gracefully and he approached the other, not with disdain or arrogance or desire or even eagerness. He approached her like he would a tree, blankly and with little to no sign of interest. His voice, however was genuinely concerned and loving.

" Dear, sister! Who has done this to you? "

He asked as he saw her tear-stained, desperate face. This lion, as you might have guessed, is Truth. The other is his younger sister, Dancer. It took her a few minutes to answer; not because it took her a long time to think of who had done it, but because she couldn't keep her sobs down. After she had wrestled her chest down to normal breaths [if you have ever cried before then you'll know how uncontrollable you breaths can be. You nearly seem to hiccup, and short, shallow breaths are involuntarily taken]. Still breathing raggedly, Dancer threw herself onto Truth, pressing her face into his fur and burrowing deep into it. He stood there, looking down at her and--if at all possible from him--showing worry and anxiety himself creasing his smooth brow.

" I-I don't rightly know... "

" Oh, come now! Dancer I know you know who has done this. Tell me, dearest. " Truth said, voice calm and coaxing.

Dancer shivered a little, and stepped back. She looked around, looking for an escape route. Nothing appeared in the form of an excuse to leave and so she looked down at her feet.

" You don't understand! " She almost yelled at him, taking a few steps back as if he had said something venomous. " He didn't do anything! " Then in nearly a whisper " He didn't do anything wrong.

Looking pensive and finally showing more than a blank stare, Truth's expression turned thoughtful and he stayed silent for a minute. Dancer looked questioningly at him and finally the King spoke.

" Am I to understand that you are the one in this whole business with Because? "

Shocked and angry, Dancer jumped to her feet, not even realizing she had sat down. Did everybody know about this?! It was private! How dare it be spread around like a rumor! It must have been one of the Pride members...Yes..! It had to be one of them. She realized what she was thinking only soon enough to bite back her retort. Dancer had once said she never wanted to leave the Yaizux. But now...Now she was thinking about going back there and signing her resignation papers. It was too much to be around him now. Too much to be ignored. She hardly knew him...And yet...Already she had fallen so hopelessly in love with him. He was much too old for her, or so she thought. But there was something about him...

" Yes... " Dancer said, hanging her head and looking tired. " I am the one...But apparently I'm not 'the one'. Kishkir is the one... "

Truth didn't look as if he wanted to discuss it, but he launched into conversation reluctantly.

" I know nothing of the business. I do not understand Kishkir's actions against Because and I do not understand why she feels a need to have both Kgosi and Because. Or does she? Does she simply want closure? In that case she should've left ages ago...But is she still in love with him? If that is the case then she needs to rethink her life because it has gotten much to complex for any one lioness. She's in over her head and she knows it. Her car has hit the mud and she has no wheel drive. Stuck forever in the stew she has concocted out of this poor man's feelings. "

Dancer thought that Truth spoke rather a lot for a lion who was disinterested in the subject. She knew he didn't want to talk about it anymore, and she knew she was near pushing insanity because she thought of the subject so much since it's opening nearly two nights ago. There was a raw look to her, as if she had been beaten recently and was still a little 'flinchy' to the touch. Her eyes were wide and staring, she had been doing just that for most of her time now. Staring just as blankly as Truth into the distance, pondering why it had to be like this. The lion looked at her sadly and he sighed.

" Narati is dead. I found her body yesterday. "

Shock coursed through her body, and Dancer was suddenly struck with real fear as she saw her brother look away quickly, blinking rapidly. She moved forward, but she was pushed away. Truth moved away, expression angry and eyes almost filled with tears. He acted so old...And yet he had barely turned four years old this year. He was only her elder by one litter, so that was like a year or so. Just now he looked so old though, and he reminded her a little of Because. But mind you, only a little. She opened her mouth to say something bracing, but couldn't find anything. If it had been Because, she would have let him lean on her emotionally and physically, not said a word and let him get whatever it was he needed to off his chest.

" Oh Truth...I...I'm so sorry. "

He grimaced and looked at his tawny paws, his dark claws sliding in and out of their sheaths. His once carefree face was wearing down. Like a pencil that has served faithfully but is now chewed or dulled beyond repair. His features, haggard and tired. A slight streak of gray was shown in his reddish gold mane and his eyes had changed color. They had once been hazel, bordering on green and now they were gray. He had seen his run, and now he wanted to rest. But Death didn't want him, she had wanted Narati and Silke...Now both of them were gone. The latter alive somewhere, but the former had washed up in Suali. Dead by unknown means. Her beautiful eyes still stared into his own eyes before that last farewell. Truth closed his now clear, gray ones against her own mental image and Dancer knew it was time to leave. Without a word, she turned. He would understand, and she knew it was for the best. If you remember, they were born in a place where speaking was a secondary language. Body language and empathy was usually the way they spoke. Telepathy was practiced in some parts, their mother could do it. Well, maybe that didn't count. Most mothers can see through their own children's lies.

Dancer came back with a broken, dry sob. She wanted to run, but her body was too tired. She had not slept in days, but she couldn't afford to sleep. She was alone now, so she was not self-conscious about speaking aloud. "Rest? You'll be dead soon, Dancer, and then you can rest." A harsh laugh ripped itself from her throat and she rolled her eyes at her own self misery. "Pathetic...I would have expected more of myself...But...Lately I've been performing poorly. Have I not? Yes...I must see about that. Ever since that bloody meeting with that unsatisfied tart I've not been myself." The bitterness in Dancer's voice made the speaker quite taken aback. This was not her! This was the oil that Kishkir's mood had put Dancer in. Once she had been like cool stream water. Fresh, new, innocent and bubbling with joy. Not now thought...A sigh came out of her black lips and the lioness became aware that she had been walking. It had not even occurred to her before. But now she looked at her paws and started a little as she saw hard dirt under them instead of soft soil. Needless to say, Dancer was somewhere up in the clouds as she walked these days and had not noted where she had been heading. " So this is Korongo...I never thought it could be so...so... " So twisted, so tainted, so beautiful. The maze was so...Complex. So intricate. Dancer was once simply, once delicate in a way. She wanted Because, she wanted to be near him. Wanted to hear him, wanted to make him smile. She wanted him to smile at her and she wanted Kishkir to go away.

That slight detail didn't hold her imagination back. Kishkir would go away with Kgosi and never come back, yes that was rather nice. And she and Because could talk about anything and everything together. But...He had never shown and interest in her. Not even veiled admiration. Nothing. Sorrow crept into her blissful thoughts and she found herself walking again. A prick in her paw made her stop and she saw a small pool of blood ring around her paw. She lifted it up in mild interest and saw a perfect pawprint. A silhouette of herself left behind on this rock, forever more. If she died, right now, she would always be remembered by this pawprint. Or would she? If she died this second, would Because care? Or would he simply be closeted happily with Kishkir, their own cubs gamboling at their feet...? Yes, that seemed likely. Another half formed cry of anger and sadness pierced the air and Dancer frowned. Maybe she should just stop. Just stop caring about Because. Stop looking so desperately for someone to love her. But she wanted to be loved! And righteous anger swept up inside her chest. What was wrong about fighting for the one you wanted to spend the rest of your days on earth with?! Nothing...Except for the fact that she loved Because and Because loved Kishkir. Her feelings were put into a blender and turned onto 'crush'.

They spun round and round and Dancer knew, with a sense of deathly acceptance, that her heat would be upon her in hours. It hurt to know she would be soon powerless to the fancies of any male. Any Tom, thingy or Because that happened upon her sorry body. Her thoughts strayed back to the King, as hard as she tried to keep them from him. Golden eyes found the sun and her face regained some of it's former vigor as she stared long and hard at it. The fiery orb burned itself into her gaze and as she looked away from it, she saw a spot where it used to be. Dancer had stared so hard and long at Because before, and now that she looked away she still saw his face. " Stop! If you really love him, you'll let him go! He doesn't care for you, and you'll just make him feel bad if you let him find out how miserable you are... " It ripped a corner of her heart, which seemed to be like paper these days. Easily torn, fragile, stain-able, and see through. Lethargy overtook Dancer and she lay down where she stood, a good twenty yards from her paw prints. She lay, looking very dead, in the middle of Korongo. Waiting for somebody to come and kill her, rape her or sweep her off her feet and pronounce undying love. Either one of those would be perfectly acceptable.

Just between you and I, leaving Dancer out of this [as if she's in the mood to talk], I find it very curious how Sileree and Dancer seem to have switched roles. Sileree, gaunt, unhappy, tainted. Dancer, plump, joyful, innocent. Now they appear to make a slight change. Oh yes, Sileree will always remain the more experienced and brazen of the two but Dancer will grow up. Grow up as all girls do when they are brought to the swift, harsh realization that life is not the way they had initially thought. No sobs came from out little victimized vixen, she was getting used to it now. But if she continues this way she will become just as bitter, as cold and as edgy as our dearest pound of salt, our darling lemon, or precious paprika cayenne mixture of a lioness Asaki. Hmm...Maybe not though. Nothing makes Dancer bitter. This experience will probably make her less naive and innocent but not bitter, because that would go against nature. You must remember that Sileree was born a little suspicious, as was Asaki. Dancer was born brazen, happy and sweet.

A bit of a weakling in the eyes of some, but stronger than even her sister in the eyes of others. As her twin makes the shift [as many do when they fall in love], Dancer will have to change as well. Their divine connection makes it so. Going back to Dancer, she felt a slight shift in her emotion. Both because she had finally let her estrus overcome her body and because she had finally let go of her fantastical thoughts. A smirk appeared on her face, not sultry, no self-satisfied or ambitious as her other family members. No, this was a very Dancerish smirk. Confident, graceful and superior. Oh so superior and sweet. " Come and get me, if you think you're good enough... " She thought, in a slightly condescending way, before shutting her golden glims to the world and ignoring it. " I reject your reality and choose to create my own... " In short 'eff the world'. " Let's try and be normal, Dancer. Shall we? If I do say so myself, you're getting a bit moody. Despairing, bitter, then superior? I think it's a little too much for you to handle now, m'kay? " She agreed that being a courtesan would suit her very well. Her brain tried to say that's not what it meant, but if Dancer was going to do it she might as well start now. Since when did a courtesan need a brain? Pfft...</sub>

Just Once
In
A While
Try Not To Hurt Me
With
Every One Of You Smiles
Every Glance You Throw My Way
Makes Life
Worth Living Every Day.

|ooc| : Done.

[Valid]

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[/color]e hefted a sigh as the world wandered past. Lands, lands, lands, more lands. They tumbled around and were passed up, one after another after another. Many opportunities he had but, alas, it seemed he had duty for once. Which was awfully peculiar. A responsibility, something he needed to tend to, oh my, oh my. People still trusted him with tasks now a days? Well, it was more of a task he took on himself… after all what would darling Pestilence do if she found out her cousin had abandoned her half brother? True, though it is doubtful, if he so desired it, that she would find out but… you see he knew better then to cover things up. Pestilence had a way with… finding things out, of persuading people into ‘remembering what they have forgotten’, and she did so with much more fervor and ability and talent then most. Almost as good, she was, as he had with getting people to forget! But, Darling Pestilence, oh wasn’t she a tart to remember? Of course it did occur to him that they were cousins and it may come off odd he was speaking such a way but… far as he was concerned they were… distant relations and… well… It displeased her so when he spoke in such a way. Especially so after, before he knew they were blood bound, they flirted ever distinctly. But! After she disowned him, more or less, he sort of… lost any care of ‘displeasing’ her. See, after a while, also, one gets numb after being constantly hit and marred. So… the pain… sorts of goes away? In one ‘sense’, seeing as one would feel it tomorrow, yes. The pain goes away. Temporarily then rears it’s ugly, feasting head again to immobilize.

O[/color]h, geez, no matter if she got pissed, and in her pissy-ness he got harmed, he couldn’t help it! Loved getting her angry and ticked and then her tackling him to the ground and beating the living daylights out of him! The pain was a rush and then to make those comments about her being on top of him and all? Priceless! Truly priceless and being the jester he was he enjoyed commenting to others about it. So! Believe it or not he had actually missed that, that ‘quality‘ time they shared… besides that the kid, her relation [it was his’ by blood. He was related by Pestilence since her father was his father’s brother, Epi had a different father.] was actually cute! And, in some twisted way he sort of felt sorry that the kid [the one Pestilence finally detached herself from and let travel for the first time without her! Which was… truly amazing. She was quite a protective person, you see.] sort of got caught up in his… vendetta. See, the uncle Pestilence let Epidemic tromp out with was sort of on bad terms with dear Azure and, well, you know how family matters get. All this ‘by marriage’, who cheated on who, who got banged up, who’s the daddy, that sort of thing and… in the end… Well, Uncle had to die and since Epidemic was with him and Azure preferred to be ever thorough! But, upon hearing the boy was Pesty’s, well, that changed everything… Twas his task to be an escort. Or so he bestowed such a job to himself. Which included towing poor Epidemic around the country, firstly just to give the boy a taste of the game dubbed life and then, so he could head home to sis. And… so Azure could meet back up with a long lost cousin. Who! Was as mad as hell… but! He did find out she was wed! The spit-fire wed! And to who, no less? A murderer! Even he had heard his name, you see, it had become a trademark, but, alas… it only proved to be another twist in the long elaborate web that… related everyone to everyone. More or less… Mhmm… his family was screwed up. Way too confusing for any outsider to understand but… yep.

O[/color]kay dokay! Let’s run down the list because I know that people have premonitions. After all what is she, this mastermind, this pet behind the screen [oh yes! if Sileree gets to go on about off the screen Valid wants in on it too! ;3] has in store? Really now she has three guys in the ring and one girl? She has to be running out of ideas, doesn’t she, at least for boys, perhaps she has one for a girl considering Asaki is, well, Asaki and one could totally play an opposite to Asaki? Well! She… is starting to run out of ideas but that is besides the point! She didn’t want to play Asaki’s opposite. She’s saving that for Asaki’s kid, and, sides, she just couldn’t pass this thread here up. WHY?!?! Because she’s been working on Azure for a while now, though admittedly working on him being a werewolf, but, nonetheless. This thread totally goes with Azure and well! Valid <3 Dancer, cause Dancer is nice and she wants Dancer not be sad damnit! SO! Will Azure be anything new on stage? Or is this puppet a replica? Well, she already has the clichés lined up. Asaki! Cold hearted bitch that’s just content the way she is! Calamity! The lover boy he is, he just can’t help being the skirt chaser he is and then! And then we have Because, old fart that’s getting in over his head. The poor teddy being ripped apart! Yes! So what does she have in store and will this toy last? After all doesn’t she have her hands full? Yet? Well, she does but that’s beside the point. Darling Azure, oh he’s been flickering about for a while now and it’s time he has a cut of the action. Though, admittedly he would be better suited to a roleplay with his darling cousin Pestilence… and… her little brother Epidemic, he… really needs a lease. And, before it’s over with people may be thinking he needs a leash, too, I mean… Is he different from the others? Lets let the first play be the judge! After all he’s just raring to go after traveling cross country with a little kid weighing him down! And, with his ultimate question of - ‘Honey, where’d you stash the drugs?’ Well! Ladies and gentlemen lets buckle up for a bumpy ride. A bumpy, and possibly disappointing ride! For! Far be it be entertaining! I mean really, laughter?!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOO…!!! Eh, emm… yeah… before long we’ll all be really wondering where the drugs went. [-valid looks innocently drugged and points at Azure-]

M[/color]hmm… okay okay. Lets see! Uncle Fayi done, Father Gijun, too. Cousin Terrance…[/I] The inward card in his brain was drawn up as he marked out the portraits of family members who has met a… recent and unfortunate end. Not that he had anything to do with it. No! Him? He was an angel! A saint! He wouldn’t do that, the same way he wouldn’t, by chance, be lying at the moment! After all it was not he with a vendetta to kill or murderer portions of his rather large and elaborate family for his dear mother, heaven rest her soul, no! Not he! Or maybe it was. But, if it was, dearest, what are you going to do about it? Nothing! Because, namely it was no one elses' business but his own. After all doubtful anyone around here was part of his tainted bloodlines. Well, maybe, maybe not. A scent floated on the wind, a scent of a former acquaintance and... actually a relation he knew... some of. Not that the lovely woman would know anything about her family, her mother having dropped her, and the rest of her siblings, off to marry someone else on the spot. No, not that Asaki knew she was part of a rather… mhmm… how to put it? How to put it best was not to tell he lovely little lemon [Muahaha, Sileree, ye got me hooked on calling her a lemon now xDD]. She wouldn’t be happy either way, if the information he could get out of others was correct… the information that said she was, well, definitely a sour little pet. And yet that wasn’t all that was on the wind. The smell of old Causey poo was too! And… someone else? Calamity, maybe? Little twit owes me, he mumbled within his skull as he traveled onward, onward, onward. Across vast plains where the skies tumbled and tore. Crackled and snapped and banged and hammered. Here the weapons were forged, the weapons, the soldiers, the great legends. Here the titans fought and tussled alongside of any of those who had proven to be great enough to fight the eternal battle above.

F[/color]unny all the superstitions that were told. All of the ones Because secretly believed of revered had some sort of truth. Not that Azure and his culture, his family, didn’t have their own beliefs, too. But! Still, funny it was, right? How they differed some greatly how one subject can morph into good luck or bad in the eyes of a certain troop. Funny, also how they were taken so literal by some and how they merged with others as time progressed. Azure recalled a time when the old king was not a king but a warlord. Such a time had long passed, yes, but… some odd reason it was still hard to imagine the blood-soaked demonic presence the creature had, had vanished. Aye, it had been a while since Azure was in service as a solider but… A smirk of recollection. Though, admittedly murder was a dirty business they did have a correct head on. Mean really… they had but to slaughter in a very gruesome way one pride, before all the others bowed in submission, thus sparing them the pain and rather… pitiful rebelling and fighting and war against lions who walked a path of excessive violence. Mhmm, though after Because was told as a traitor and rumor washed that he had been murdered for trying to take the King’s wife, well, after that the great legacy he was vanished… and so did the rest of his soldiers. One by one they crumbled and succumb, damn fools didn’t know when to quit or how to swallow their medicine. Him, on the other hand? Well he wasn’t stupid. He left soon after Because the Traitor was dubbed just that. A smart move, if only in his own opinion.

H[/color]ow odd it was that he smelled the old man’s scent around here. Odd, odd, odd, terribly odd and he couldn’t help but ponder what was going on. Aye, there was easy information on the wind about all the rulers but… touch hard to believe the man who damned the pride hierarchy would, well, you know… Wandering along he entered the maze unflinching. Thinking, in all honesty, it couldn’t be that bad… but, before long he was turned around and mixed up. Confused, utterly, by all the backtracking and turning and the squeezing through small crevices he soon grew someone perplexed, if not somewhat annoyed. Why couldn’t things be easy? Mhmm… perhaps that scent was driving him up a wall some what as well? Scent of a girl in heat? Oh my didn’t that get a boy going! But! Keep it in your pants, yes, thank heavens he was who he was and that wasn’t a boy fresh from the crib. One who learned his lesson mighty quickly too. Recalled the first season when he reached maturity. Went after a King’s daughter and nearly picked a fight that would have been his last. Thankfully he was spared and simply sentenced to exile. But! After that he was a bit more wary, and with the knowing of Because’s scent mighty entwined to this girls? Eh, wary he would be. Recalled the anger the old boy vented before and… truth be known Azure never danced with death more then he had to. See, he hadn’t the best luck streak and he knew full well Fortune had it out for him. No, seriously. His luck sucked and before long all this 'nearly escaping death', oh, babe, it was going to run out! He knew it. Knew it, knew it, knew it. Knew it like this damn scent that wad driving him up a waaaaallll!!!

H[/color]ad absolutely no sense of direction and was a gambler who tended to draw blanks. Washed up, another word that was bestowed to him when he left the militia. But, considering everything and how he entered their forces under the title of Mercenary… Mercenary. He was a good enough Mercenary. Able to milk profit from blood and gore he did his job well despite many’s misconceptions. Like Because use to, though as he inquired about the male it seemed he had turned to turn to being a dramatic little thing while Azure chugged the booze. If they could see him now, he mused while inwardly debating how accurate those words were. If only he could see him now, now that would be the nice bit. Being the bastard he was, with such a conflicting name [After all… Azure Blu for a white lion? Oh my.] he was hard to forget… not that some still didn’t manage it… Manage it, manage. It seemed he did that one again ‘manage’ as his worn, rough black paws, calloused and hard with travel skimmed over the dry earth. An ear twitching now and again as he tried to find his way to no avail. Soon he was going to give up search for the female, to dedicate his wasted time to finding a way out but… as spoken he managed once again. As he usually did. Scraping by, nearly losing a limb… what he tended to do, despite the fact his birth, in his house, had been a sign of great fortune, luck and prosperity. Hailed as Ja, he was! The peaceful god of winter and wind. Sadly… things didn’t work just so… however…

“Missy.[/color]” He said with a nod of his head and a flick of his tail, acknowledgement it was of her presence. Dirtied coat an off white now as he stared at the petite little thing. Oh, didn’t she look sad and pitiful. Yep, she did, but that wasn’t his business and he wasn’t apt to stick his nose in anything just to get a good whiff of the trouble. Of course, admittedly if he wasn’t curious he wouldn’t have came right? Ah, well, that scent, oh intoxican-o. Definitely, and, besides it was one of those things you know? All the sudden your coming along, moving this way and next thing you know your sitting down about a yard away. Eyeing the sheer rock faces of the enclosure and offering nothing more then a little sigh. Slightly amazed and slightly disturbed at how high everything was, while knowing full well that many a stampedes in here would be murderous and disastrous to any lions stuck within. Mhmm, and stampedes were never fun to be caught in. Recalled when he cracked a few ribs that one time when they were ran to the wildebeest lands. Terrible incident, though most faired better off then he. Per say. Admittedly some were trampled and had broken limbs but… “Missy, are you stupid or just… ‘raw’?[/color]” He said after a gentlemanly pause and brandishing a small, but friendly enough smile. Despite his rude words, despite.[/blockquote][/sub]

[Vox]

You Want An Excuse? I'll Give You One. But Sometime You Have To Learn...[/font]

Who did he think he was? Stupid or raw? Hmm...Let's think...A little of both probably. Dancer didn't even grace the other with her piercing blue-eyed stare. Her mood was not one that entaled respect, curtesy or attention. Looking up at the crags, Dancer eyed them with casual interest. How would it be if they fell? She would be dead. Well, that didn't seem all that bad. Emptiness swept through her...A desire to do something. Nothing came to mind, so she lie there. She would not grace him with a look. As she thought about what would be acceptable, a superior smirk danced across her face. The lioness who lie there, in that gorge, was veru hurt. And when people are hurt they take it in different ways. Some, for example, sulk. Other become bitter. There are a whole range of possibilities. Perverse, sour, angry, depressed, guilty, anxious. Guarded was not quite the word for this lass. It fit in with her mood, but it wasn't the word to describe how she was being. Her fascade is easy enough to see. The superiority that curses many of the upper classes it obvious on her face, her lips and even visible in her manner but that isn't what really plagues her. Dancer is a little scared.

Yes, she was afraid. Apprehensive about opening up again. She was just about to take her timid little heart out, and before she had it was brushed aside. Not intentionally, but simply because the other had another. Dancer wasn't even sure that Because knew how much she loved him. Every move he made caused her to smile, to laugh to shiver a little. Grace and wisdom...The two things she had never felt comfortable with seemed to shroud him. But Dancer needed someone to protect her, and Because was not there. This...Other lion here. He didn't look as if he could protect her from an insect. Skepticism. That's what she would play act this time, because she thought it would make him feel worse if he knew how little she thought of him. Orbs, ice blue and clear as a diamond, flicked open and a sigh of boredom escaped her black lips. Well muscled back sinews slithered like snakes under her skin as she moved to sit. Not facing the other, but sitting with her back to him, Dancer twisted her pliant frame so her hind quarters were facing opposite her face, chest and front legs. She turned to look him in the eye. Another superior smirk flitted across her sandy features as she saw him. " A white lion...I can't have one of those. They're weak. And I want a strong man, not one that will die within the next epidemic of some malady or another. He looks experienced too. I don't like experienced guys. Makes me feel more innocent than I am, which is saying something. "

Which one would you prefer me to be, whitey?

Laughter burbled from her voice, and she threw back her head and a silvery noise like a tinkling bell escaped her lips. A laugh that sent shivers down the backs of any who had not expected it, both chilling and supercilious. A very dangerous mixture, that made Dancer look formidable. It was what she wanted. Her soft fur glinted in the sun, but not with it's old lustre. It had once looked like a shining sun, a small sun that moved along with her. Now it looked like the soft sun of morning, harsh and bright but not warm. Expression icy, Dancer rolled her eyes and her jaw muscles tightened as if it was distasteful to be in the presence of such a man. It was shameful to be seen with him. There was a time when men were gentle, kind and chivalrous. Dancer knew that those days were so long gone, that she would probably get landed with filth like the present company. This whitey was surely the great-grandson of such a gentleman, who had tried to teach the lion's grandfather how to behave but for some reason failed or given up. Assuredly it was the latter, for such gentlemen were also persistent in everything including courtship. Nobody was constant these days, including Dancer herself. The only thing good about this male was that quite possibly, he could be business. Eyeing him suddenly, she narrowed her light blue optics and evaluated him. He had the air of experience about him that Dancer appreciated, but held in disdain for anything other than a customer. What did he want with her? If it was to take her up and parade her around that was all right. If it was personal...He could stick his head in a pig for all she cared.

" I'm sorry, I'm currently emotionally unavailable not to mention out of my mind, but if you'd like to leave a message please to so at the dial tone. SLAM! " Is what she would have liked to say, but the thought of possible...Company? Yes, of possible 'company' kept her going. She had nearly forgotten about food, but her voluptous build had not forsaken her because of this, and she was still reasonably healthy. She was not on a self-loathing spree like her sister had been. After all, it was not her that was fucked in the ass by a stranger. Metaphorically speaking of course. Nah...She just simply didn't see the point in hunting in this barren place. Not a very happy thought, nor a bad one. It was just what's so. She was cooling down, and re-evaluating her life. She had to leave the Yaizux. Everybody had known the scandal now. The thing that sickened her is the similarity between the movie Casablanca [my favorite movie of all time -- Sileree xD] and this 'scandal'. Because was like Rick [played by Humphrey Bogart], cowardly and weak but with a good heart. Kgosi was like Victor Lazslo [or is it Laszlo?], the respectable man who would stay by his ladies side at all costs; Kishkir was Ilsa [Ingrid Berkman, I think? Hmmm...]. Except for the one minor detail. Kishkir [or Ilsa as she is playing in this analogy] had not gone off with Kgosi, who she would have been better of with. No, she had stayed with Because, the 'Rick' in this story. And now? Who was Dancer? Dancer was not included in the story because she was not, and never would be important enough. That, ladies and gents, is why she was so angry.

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[/color]rotect her? Well, considering everything that was he never found it wise to concern himself with other’s business… and, from the looks of things if she did take the path of a courtesan? Oh my, protecting would be a hard and rather… confusing task. But, he had been blessed with hard and confusing tasks before. Ones that didn’t make a lot of sense but, again, orders were orders and… he was often paid handsomely enough not to question. And, besides that… he knew better. Stupid ones live, smart ones die. Wise ones? Mhmm, depending on the circumstance. If they were wise enough not to take on more they can handle and gain the attention of those who one shouldn’t gain the attention of? Well, a long and prosperous life may be led. Perhaps. Exceptions always existed… and when one saw what happened when wise ones duke it out, well… mhmm… “The one that can say ‘Azure’ instead of ‘Whitey’ would be nice, but, it doesn’t seem to be an option?[/color]” He asked, mildly, offering a shrug to her criticism, eyes keeping a good hold on the dear who refused to be even remotely ‘sweet’ before, ultimately, his gaze drifted away and he pondered other things.

O[/color]ther things. Many ‘other’ things to ponder but none of them frankly interested him. Bored he was, there were no wars for him to fight. No one ending a mercenary or anything of the like. Sickeningly peaceful with nothing but ‘known’ ones in these parts. Backwoods. He commented, for ‘backwater woods’ was the perfect name to dub this little expanse of Africa. The expanse far from the front lines and far from the history. Of course, being the… some-what superstitious bugger he was he couldn’t help but ponder this… well, this fact that he knew people here. Rare it was when he met others he encountered before. Rarer yet when he was on, more or less, decent terms. More or less, really. Sadly he was one of those visitors few welcomed graciously into their humble abode and bid to stay for dinner. Normally he was… a bad omen, a bad sign. It meant one’s past was coming to consume, that there was work to be done. It seemed his role in most stories, you know, being the messenger and such. Also seemed his role to mix in matters that he knew he shouldn’t, but did anyway. Mhmm… at least he was predictable enough.

P[/color]redictable to the extent he’d always have… dark thoughts, ones that swarmed around self-profit and doing things in his best interest. And then, despite those thoughts he usually forfeited what he wanted. Not that he didn’t try to keep his desires and fallow what he ‘had’ to do as well, it was, just… Mhmm… Seemed never to work out that way. Another reason why he was always so ‘weary’, as it seemed. Always sulking over a treasure lost while not really caring for it, truly. A touch dramatic, this masculine creature was, if only in a sarcastic tone that was only theatrical because life was just so damn boring and it was his failed attempt to keep himself, or someone else, amused. But! Alas! At least he tried. And at least he failed. Eh, oh well. As he so believed it really didn’t matter if one tried or not. If you fail, you fail, you suck, matey! And the best route afterwards? Destroy all evidence you fail, or so it seemed for those big shots up north! Not that he was nagging, after all this ‘destroy all evidence’ tended to keep him employed. Which he liked. Somewhat. Lazy, he was, but he liked having a task, a duty, a ‘direction’ in which he needed to go.

P[/color]urpose. He liked it. But, it seemed the fact he liked it was just enough for him not to have it. And people wondered why he was so greedy? Because he never had anything worth having or, if he did, he never had it for long. Damn nuisance it was. To have and then to lose. Not that there was much he could do about. Over and done with, and the only score that had yet to be really settled was his innermost personal one. The favor, the… promise his mother so desired. Though to call the woman ‘mother’…? ‘General’ was more like it. General Faye… Ever strict and ever vicious. There was nothing ‘motherly’ about boot camp. But, he had to admit he wasn’t too screwed up. A bit more steady then the rest and having fared all the better then his siblings. Even if he was the one who pulled the short straw for taking care of this ‘deed’ she requested on her death bed. See, there was another superstition. If a one close to death asks for something, do it. Or, face eternal torment. Not that he was avid to believe such but, knowing that hard-throwing lady? She’d beat the shit out of Satan himself if he crossed her. Though, such made one wonder about pops? Pops was a nice guy. Push over. One who met unfortunate accident after mommy became pregnant.

Y[/color]ou know, he was noticing the vibes he was getting. He really didn’t like them. Namely because he didn’t know why the hell she was being so bitch and pissy to him when he didn’t do a bloody thing. See, now, having others angry and upset with him was nothing new, but he always knew why and thus… he could care less. Have a tizzy fit, whine their little butts off, fine with him. Cry babies. But! “What?[/color]” He said with a snort and grudging voice. Returning her glare with one of his own he let black lips curl. He exposed a fang, and allowed his eyes to do the talking as they narrowed and lifted the veil only partially of someone who… really wasn’t a nice person. He had tolerance, but… he was use to the old ways. The ‘Respect’ ways. The… ‘set the example with one and you’ll never have to do so again’. Like Baisu, he was, another partner and another bastard that had been in darling Causey’s company. Though he had restraint… he did have an interesting fondness for lion flesh and blood. Not something he openly threw about, but… “Not interested in decent company? Or too caught up in your own little bubble to bother with such a thing?[/color]” Getting laid was a nice thing but, really, not a thing that occupied his mind for the most part. He took enjoyment in other exercises. Talking, idle chatter, being around others, eating, napping, fighting, killed, murdering, scaring the piss out of others [Even if he was bad at it. Seemed he could never, really, get the 'fear' factor going…] playing jokes. Oh, playing jokes was fun. Mighty fun! At least, for him.
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Oooh! Look who was mister tough guy now! She didn't have the time nor the patience to deal with him, client or not. He had issues, she had issues and although sometimes people with issues could get along...These two probably couldn't. Smiling at his antics, and chuckling at his answer to her barbed comment, Dancer shook her head and said,

Whatever, dude.

It was not as rude as the last comment, merely familiar and condescending. Depending on what got him riled, it was either ruder than the last or 'cute'. No thoughts really crossed her tired mind of this stranger. To Dancer, he looked like a sheep. A very dirty, vulgar sheep. White and fluffy, a follower and a soldier. A killer that had no boss, and was therefor powerless. She was not in the mood to be 'Mom' to this loser, and as he didn't look as if he was going to leave, she would have to shift her great sandy behind.

No. Actually, I was thinking about how fortunate you are. Fortunate that you needn't have the air befouled with my scent anymore. If that's all you have to say, then I suppose this is farewell.

Basically, it was 'say what you need to, or leave'. He wasn't keeping her amused, and she had little patience for things that were that boring. Groaning as she got up, Dancer shook her tan coat free of dust and padded toward Azure. Smiling in a teasing fashion, she let her tail whisk out to brush him almost lovingly on the side of the face. Then she brushed up against him as if they had known each other for their entire life, and loved each other for the greater part of it as well, and walked on. Pondering on where she would go next, the pretty lioness looked around disinterestedly at the rocks. " Rocks...Rocks...And just for a change! Boulders. Massive bloody boulders that touch the sky, no doubt... "

|ooc| : I think my limit is 3-5 posts a day before my muse gets this crummy. Sorry you had to sit through that

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“Bitch-queen, duuuude, totally.” He replied, sticking out his tongue and shaking his head, ruffling a shaggy mane and offering another snort. A habit of his, snorting like a pig but… he simply couldn’t help it. She ceased to amaze him with how sheer… nasty she was towards someone who made an attempt to be, some what, kind. He supposed it was, right, then. What Baisu said? The ‘women don’t like to be treated nicely; they liked being treated like shit’… Or maybe it was only partially correct in certain circumstances… because last Azure recalled Baisu was constantly fairly for worse in getting a bride. Less he found a courtesan simply looking for a big, strong male who was rough around the edges? And by rough we mean truly rough, rougher then Calamity and a lot more jagged. But, still, it occurred to him perhaps this wasn’t a topic he should ramble on about? He always faired the worse, even worse the big, temperamental giant. Baisu got some, the others got some. Because could have got some but he kept his eyes on one, and, himself? Mhmm… He tended to hook the insane ones. The ones that try to kill you, you know? Or cut something off… And those, as well all know, never count. Was she going to be one of those? One of those who just didn’t count? Ah well if she was. Ah well if she wasn’t. He knew better then to meddle with someone else’s gal. Too much trouble and too short the fun.

He watched her for a moment. Debating something if only for the moment, before he simply didn’t care for the process of thinking and, instead, acted. He didn’t like being toyed with. Nor did he like confliction or mixed messages and emotions. He liked it clean and simple and, needless to say she would know that. He rounded, powerful jaws snapping at her tail, and as such a slender, ever tantalizing body went about skin on skin he simply… acted. He turned, and he moved. He was bigger, stronger and she was too close to let that agility or speed do her much, if any, good. Yet claws were not drawn to the greatest extent as a paw came from the ground and struck her hind thigh, forcing it sideways, in clear trial to get her rump on the ground. Now, if such a thing as that was done [or, if she was off balance, that would suit him as well.] the brute of a man continued his ‘assault’. The next step would be forcing the rest of her to the ground. Then? Sitting on her. The bulk of his weight, though perhaps thin and lean in masculine terms was well muscled and strong, in her terms, no matter. He was a fighter, scrappy as hell and the little bitch-queen had nothing that could keep him from dashing those good looks away. Nothing, really. She was too close, she should know better. But, still… The fact she called his bluff - per say. He liked her, she had spunk but she needed to know when to… ‘stash it’. Now, he didn’t like killing women. It just seemed wrong. Not that he didn’t do that, but, alas. If it was avoidable and he didn’t have to go so much out of his way…

He watched her keenly, observant of any act she might try. He wasn’t keen on getting claws in the face or something ripped off. Aye he wasn’t a very vain man, after all how could he be? But, he did like to leave anything and everything with all appendages counted for. “Could you stop acting, honey? Your itching for a beating…” And he wouldn’t be really heartbroken if he was the one to do it. Yes, he didn’t particular want to but she was treading on dangerous ground and surely she knew when enough was enough and when she should put her toys and daggers away and save it for someone who was trying to win her heart. He just wanted a chat, and a chat didn’t need her torture devices or her lip. Yeah, smart-alecky she was like many of those ‘new recruits’ but, being around Baisu… oh my that was a… not so great thing. Some of the old man’s traits rubbed off and… did you know his unpredictability and his peculiar fuse was what made him all the more? He was a solider but the fact he had most of his limbs and his sanity, as well as his life, was a tell tale sign he was just a touch ‘more’ then ‘just a solider’. If he wasn’t he would be in a ditch somewhere bathing in the blood of enemies and his own friends. Aye, for luck was never on his side and because he was a solider, not a lieutenant, sergeant, general, he was expendable. His death was just another and his place could be filled. So many years, he had a bit more then average.

Poor man wanna be rich,
rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
till he rules everything

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" Bitch-queen? Now now, laddie, that's no way to speak to a lady! Besides, I'm not queen of anything. " She was not one for abusive males, and she didn't want them to be perfect either. 'Jagged' was something she couldn't deal with. Dancer didn't 'do' tolerant. Not anymore, anyway...She had once been a sweet girl. But now she had to be hard, she couldn't afford to be weak anymore. Her legs moved easily, unobstructed by the curves that once kissed her frame. Dancer's musculature was nearly gone now, but it would return with a little effort. Strength had little to do with muscles, it had to do with technique and experience. Which until very recently, she had not had with her. There had been a time when she had been waiting for a knight to come and sweep her off her feet. But he had taken so long...So painfully long...And she had given up. Already four years old and yet she had no taste of what this 'love' was all about. Did she really need it? Did she really want it? Well...The honest answer is 'yes', but not the one she would give anybody other than herself. For some odd reason, she felt weighed down. Had she really spent that much time in Korongo? Her heat had come, yet again, and an very rough male was in close proximity. The icy lioness wrinkled her nose in disdain at the thought of copulating with riff-raff, and then felt something close on her tail. Whirling around in unmasked fury, blue eyes sparking in anger and tail lashing as it was loosed from his mouth.

A 'how dare you!' was half formed in her mouth, she felt a paw crash down on her rump. Snarling, she collapsed. Not that she had been off-balance, she was simply weaker than usual these days. Most of the men that sought her out didn't want a strapping lioness with an iron will, they wanted fragile ladies that fainted when they were shocked. She would never be able to manage the latter, but she had not been able to catch anything for a long time now and so that kept her at least 'fragile' is not 'lady-like'. Pain shot through her as her tortured body let it's hind half fall into a forced sitting position. It was shameful to be treated this way, she hoped no one was watching...Jaws snapped for his shoulder, would he dodge? Or would he not expect that? A long, venomous hiss was formed into words and Dancer spat in his face. "Am I? Then beat me!" Body quaking with fury, face contorted in rage, the lioness waited for the blow to come. Pressing her dark lips together, and looking defiantly into his eyes she stared proudly ahead. His weight was too much for her to fight against, but she continued to struggle. Half-heartedly, though. It was not a hard blow he had delivered her, or at least it was not as hard as was possible for a 'scrappy' lion like him. He was not broad and buff like Truth, he was wiry and hardened. It was not appearances that she liked, it was merit. A common soldier would never entice her! Possibly a general...If he had enough cash.

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She was a queen of nothing? Oh, come now she wasn’t in a pride anymore thus… she was queen of herself, yes? Thus she was a queen. And we know she’s bitchy so… why not connect them and bestow upon her quite the darling pet name? It suited her, he thought. But… admittedly he had only seen this side of the lassie and this side he didn’t like at all, and since this side was such a large, broad side he wasn’t heartbroken to bet she was just a plain sour, nasty little thing. Power hungry and manipulative. She wanted a piece of the big thing and she couldn’t tell head from tails. Too stuck up and looking the wrong way. Couldn’t see a good thing when it was plopped in her lap or tell the difference between someone who was trying to beat her and someone who was just trying to knock some sense into that head. Now, he wasn’t saying he was a good thing. He knew he wasn’t but, damn it, it wasn’t like he was here to rape her and she had to go off ragging on him?! She was trying to call his bluff again and he didn’t like being dialed up and seen straight through twice in a roll. So! She struggled and she fought and he remained ever ‘clear’. Keeping her down and keeping her restricted. She wasn’t going to get away and before all was over, with so much flailing on her part, she would be exhausted before it’s over with, too. Which suited him. Maybe then the little girl would calm that mouth down and listen.

Yet, before he knew it she, with her cheeky little self, was gnawing on his shoulder. “Play nice, honey, or you're going to regret it.” He snapped, snarling now he bared his fangs, and keeping her down and having her bite into him he simply acted again. His own jaws clamped over an appendage, [one that he thought was the base of her neck, not about the jugular seeing as he didn’t trust himself. He tended to go a bit overboard…] or in the every least tried to. Feeling something in his mouth [or perhaps he was mistaken?] the brute of a man clamped down harder and then proceeded to shake his head. Ripping and tearing and, if he had captured flesh, splattering blood. He was growling now and was obviously not enjoying how this was ending up. But, he had little regrets. She bit him, he bit her. Sounded damn fair to him, though perhaps he was wrong. Undoubtedly he’d be doing much more damage to her and perhaps she wasn’t use to such pain as having one’s skin dug into and muscles and flesh and tissue ripped and shredded by a large, white beast who was becoming angrier and more frustrated by the minute because of her antics and clear attempt to make him so. Admittedly this was becoming more serious then what he had predicted but... oh well.

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Thoughts left her. Instinct had taken over, and boy was he havin' a helluva time getting control. Her fear of pain was still there, but anger was driving him away. Her vision blurred, everything was tinged in red. Blood. She needed it. She wanted it. Dancer twisted wildly, trying to escape his bulk (so much more heavy than her own slight form). The lady had gone into a frenzy. Madness entered her face, and her usually conservative movements grew wild and unpredictable. She lunged with her jaws, only to be rebuked by him. She had missed his shoulder, but managed to shear of some flesh from somewhere. Satisfaction was quickly beaten back by stinging words. "Bastard! I'll see you dead!" Her voice was hoarse and rasping as her fury did not allow enough air into her lungs. Muscles bulging with the effort of shifting it, stars popped into her vision. She'd rather die than say sorry. Pride was shone on her contorted face and the dirt of the place had been pushed aside. Her pinks pads were bleeding with the attempt of getting up. They had been cut on the rocks below her, and she had been heavily bruised by his combined weight on her and by the hard floor below pushing her muscles and tissue against her bones. A scream was ripped from her lips as she turned for a final attack.

Unfortunately, it was at the same time as the lion's snap. It would have been a solid bite 'n' shake to the back of the neck, but instead his jaws connected solidly with the side of her face. Agony, sheer and wretched as it always was, exploded onto the right side of her face and she felt her head get shaken sickeningly fast. More hatred blossomed from her, but she was weak now. Blood splattered everywhere. Her whole head was covered in the scarlet liquid, and her chest was now receiving a steady stream of it. All the way from her right ear to her chin was a line of fire. Darkness gathered at the corners of her vision and then consumed her. A typical swooning sigh was accompanied by a thudding noise as she hit the mazes floor with the gut-wrenching noise of a plank against raw meat. The pain vanished to a throbbing ache and she lay there in a blank state of shock, somewhere between unconsciousness, sleep and awareness. Dancer's right ear was shredded, and a nearly 'X' shaped slash lay on the right side of her face. Blood ran down her, making it look quite frightening. Weakness overtook her, and the tremors started. Shivering violently, shuddering and twitching, the once perfect young lady lay there looking pathetically incomplete and lacking.

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[kishkir]

Strong large paws headed off by large claws that could rob any man or woman of their reason for living, carried the thick muscular legs of the large, heavily plated male. His thick golden fur stood still as the 500 pound male moved with grace and ease. While watching this handsome male move, it looked more like he was dancing. He was moving and yet...still at the same time. His head was held high and his mane seemed to hold its self in the same position making him quite the gentleman. The gentleman's name...Xirin. Proudly, so proudly he moved forward into a land that he had not been to before.

The sharp and distasteful smell of fear and a lioness' blood picked at his nose. He snorted and made his way towards the smell. A frown marked him handsome features, suddenly twisting his face into a distorted, ugly...thing. His eyes looked towards the fairly...skimpy lion. His eyes held much resentment towards the male. He looked down at the female laying on the ground. Her eyes seemed to be completely empty. He roared, letting his presence be known. This could not be excused. He slowly, calmly made his way towards the female and the male. He wanted to see what this male's reaction would be when facing a much larger opponent. His eyes focused on the face of the male. "Well...what will you do?" He asked stepping ever closer to the offending male.

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“Back the hell off.” His simple reply as he threw a glance to the opposing male, the male that came now making such a fuss. His temper was smoldering rage, angered and frustrated he truly didn’t give a shit how big or how strong the other way he had enough desire and ‘passion’ to make up for his lacking size and bring the other titan to his knees if the fool dared piss him off more so then what he currently was. Get away with this? Oh, Azure never got away with anything, it always came back ten fold and he knew it now, along with that he had went a bit… too far and that with her sheer stubbornness it was hard not to. And yet pity did not pet him, and compassion did not chain him. He felt in all honest the crumbled form at his feet was the result of her own stupidity and her own self. It was her fault, he hadn’t asked for much. An apology for her rudeness, a grunt of ‘I mean not’ would have even worked. But, alas, alas, alas. “Join my fan club, darling.” He muttered at her comment now that the tussle seemed to be over with. His jaws long since letting loose of her flesh… He had not meant so serious a harm but… that was how the dice fell and… what more was there to say? She turned to bite him, but he bit first. She was hardly an innocent women, as he was not a childish man that would shove the blame off entirely on others while knowing full well he had taken part.

He heaved a breath, her blood a lovely aroma, becoming clearer around him and the others near. The taste of her flesh still tickling his senses, he wouldn’t deny his keen interest and like of the taste but… Eyes rolled downward to see the pathetic form convulse. “Bite off more then you could chew. Picked a fight with the wrong one, then expect pity. Your disgusting.” He spat under his breath these words for he loathed them much. He hated that, hated, hated, hated and he would not lie about it. He hated when one got into something… and then once lost saying they did not know. The world did not work that way, at least not for him, so if not for him then why anyone else? When he got in over his head, when he fought a battle he could not win. He lost, and with his loss he faced the punishment and pain. He didn’t shrivel from it… like her. But, perhaps, this thought now slipped into his mind again, he was being too hard. She was a woman, and she was weak, foolish to expect her to be strong. Foolish and yet he did. If she wished to play hard, then she should know full well if she could survive the bout. And yet she could not hear him, could she? He doubted it so… when he was down he tended not to hear but…

It occurred to him a way to make her ever angry. And such a way caused a smirk upon his face, twisted yet handsomely charming. Peering down at the broken butterfly he could simply imagine, with glee, her loath if he stuck around to help, to aid her in recovery. Wouldn’t that tickle her? And yet, as the thought came his eyes wandered back to the opposing male. Oh so golden, oh so cute. Being the chivalrous knight every little girl wanted. He knew immediately he would not like the other. The gallantry was something he detested, and how quick the other was to aid the losing party, when things were done simply fair and square. Still, the other might pose a problem in Azure’s plan for vengeance. Might intervene… “Is the pretty boy going to soil his paws and help the little lady? Or is he going to stand a gawk like the fool he truly is?” Azure required with a vicious tone and a snort, turning his back upon the duo as he started off. Blood being licked off his jaws though it remained splattered on his white coat. He headed elsewhere, he had stayed well past his welcome, and he hadn’t the desire to meddle with the girl if he had to toy with the boy as well.

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In a matter of minutes, her world had narrowed down to the basics. Breathing, keeping her heart beating and simply being alive. It hurt. Her whole right side hurt now, and she felt dirty. Anger pulsed through her veins, numbing some of the pain like a lullaby. Ho no, she was not down and out. A groan escaped her convulsing face, but she stifled it and turned it into a snarl. She would not 'back-off'. That was somebody elses job. A shot of pain courses through her, but she ignored it. Your body will give you signs it's had enough, and as a concious being, you can make the choice to ignore it. She ignored it, as you already know. The dirt that had turned an ugly scarlet color under her body, became mud as more blood spurted from her face from the effort of movement. Controlling the scream that might have come, Dancer heaved herself up. Propping her body on her stick like legs, the lady moved as quietly as one that was that injured could. It was the weakness from loss of blood, and the blindness that came with it that was against her. But she would have him. Oh yes, she would taste his flesh. It was what she wanted more than anything now. The man who had just arrived was not welcome. He should go home. It was not his business to help her, she didn't want his help. There he was. A snap was all it took. Closing her jaws around his tail as hard as she bloody well could, the lioness used his technique of grab and shake. Mimicing his action in near perfection, she jerked the appendage and stumbled back. Shaking the blood and sweat out of her eyes, the mad lioness gave a small roar that came out as a chuff and barked at the new male. "Look, bud, I don't know who the hell you think you are, or who you really are, but you'd better go back home and keep being it. Beat it, asshole!" Her temper was wearing down, and she was not in the mood for heroics. What she was in the mood for, was the big bloke holding down the white man and her beating the life out of the runt. Licking her lips free of the blood, she gave a maniacal laugh and sat down hard. Peering at them both as if they were both on the same side, and she was the odd one out, the lioness looked thickly around. The lights were shining in her eyes, and a true faint was close now. But not before she had him dead...

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[kishkir]

A long awaited smile crawled along his smooth black lips up towards the sky and into a smirk. "Pretty boy, hmmm?" He asked looking up in thought. "Why thank you!" He said simply. "But, what does that make you?" He asked giving a confused look. "Oh-h-ho, thats right..." He started stepping forward. "That makes you the runt of the family, doesn't it." He said his voice playing right into a dead silent wisper. He looked down the woman who was now only starting to move. He turned towards her, with dead accuracy. He walked forward his head held high and watched as the femme pulled herself into a sitting position, blood and such spurting forward, every where. "Oh, now now." He said pulling his lips into a frown and a slight pouty look. "I've come to help, atleast I'm civilized...unlike that...waist of skin over there." He said nodding towards the so called lion. "You can't kill him...not as you are now. However, I pose a proposition. Let me, help you." He said looking up in thought for only a moment. "And then you can kill him." He said, the smile once again coming to his face.

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Walking he was, heading away. Done with those two, done quite entirely. Better things to do, surely, then stick around for the obvious romance that would follow this ever lovely encounter. Really now, wasn‘t it obvious what would happen? Her hero had come and she would fall for him. Head over heels, her cute little tush would be on the ground and her furred tail wagging. A good bitch she‘d be for her little hero, after all he would turn to be her mate, aye? The mate who loved her ever dearly… along with the other little princess‘ of the roost. Azure could predict this with fatal ease because he had, firstly seen it, and secondly because it amused him. Predicting her future so. To see the spitfire succumb to common chores and tasks and be brought to her knees be another. Sad, but true. After all wasn‘t that what the wedding was about? And the bands exchanged, the chains? Yes. Prison was marriage, courtship was marriage. Personally he preferred the flintiness of the ‘before that’, and the ‘never getting to that’ that came with him, his type, his people and those of his walk of life. Not looking for commitment, not looking for a solid thing. Just two lonely people, just liking the prospect of skin on skin. An understanding it was. Two people without anything better to do, with mutual attraction and interest and spice… knowing full well that the road was pointless. Lovely it was, without the expectations to ride on ones shoulder… and the freedom that came when one didn’t sit down and play husband and wife. Mhmm, but that didn’t mean little sally sue wasn’t cut up to be the housewife. She surely could make a fine and dandy soccer mom, couldn’t she?

Nonetheless a bite went to his tail, and though he had turned because he had heard the thud of paws it seemed he had not caught it entirely in time. And as she grabbed hold to the tip [though the tail was mighty crooked near the end and obviously had been through a number.] the tender area sprouted some pain and in response he turned with haste and brought a clawed paw to her face. Or, in the very least attempted too as she shook his tail so. Sadly the shaking did little good as the flexible appendage simply fallowed her rage. There was a difference between a face, attached to much, and a tail attached to little and what shaking would do to harm it. Still, her act remained rather pathetic and rather in vain. The lady simply wanted to get a blow in, to make it seem she was all the less weak but… sadly, she was the underdog during this time and the underdog was as good as defeated as Azure breathed a snarlish growl as the beasty backed into her sit. A roll of the eyes coming to him as the opposing masculine entity spoke. Yes, there was little doubt Azure would not get along with the fellow, no matter circumstance.

“Right, kitten. And along with that you know my life’s story, eh? Save your remarks for the pigs you dine with, maybe then they’ll be witty.” Azure looked over his shoulder to the fool who had come and simply couldn’t understand plain English. It seemed the damsel, amazingly enough, did not want her hero around. Was he deaf? Quite possibly, if his ability to listen matched his ever ‘lethal’ ability to voice. Hearing the lady growl and spit. Which was replied with his own hissing and spitting moments before at the assault to his tail. Which, seeing as the poor thing [thing - tail] had felt pain before was dismissed, reluctantly, and ignored. Getting over pain quickly seemed a thing of his during the current situation. It was only later when out and anyway did the pain seem to seep back into the crevices of his tolerance and endurance did it become a nabbing horror. “Civilized? Who needs civility? This is called the world, sucker, and it isn’t a nice little picture book. Beasts aren’t civil, but ‘beasts’ sure do fair all the more. If you want to talk of waste of skins…” His eyes fluttered to darling Dancer, bestowing upon her a daring, crooked grin. Deviously malicious, before he hefted another sigh, recalled his ‘desire to leave’ and then left. Not bothering to reply to whatever else the duo had to say about him as he wandered on. They… really were not going to trouble him so. If the best the male could speak was a ‘You’re the runt, a waste of life’ then he had little to get his feelings crushed over. And far as the girl? She was a pure and unrated idiot. Proud to the fault and just… ridiculous, a joke to what one calls self preservation. He needn’t mull over the words of one who was ever suicidal.

Out of Juice; Azure exits the roleplay.

Oh crap. I’m sorry. O.o I seriously just noticed the ‘not done’. -coughs- Sowwie Vox. Uh... pretend this isn't here. O.o I don't think I'll have to edit too much but, yahs. Still is a touch rude to reply when you haven’t finished ya lurvely postie. <3

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|ooc| : Naww...Don't worry your pretty head over it, lass. I have no muse for a reply. Dancer is ebil. Nuff said. And I don't have inspiration for ebil girlies who think the world stops when they say 'wait'. She now has a tatty right ear and a clean, white scar. The sort that makes your face pull to one side when you smile until it gets to be old. Whhheeee!

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