Run.to.the.beat.don't.slow.down! [open]

[hawksong]

The beast tore through the land ahead of her, paws hovering as her mouth foamed. She had the bliss'ed look of a runner in her amber eyes. Hollow chest filled and emptied of air as she effortlessly raced accross the savannah. This lioness, chased by her past and running to the beat of her own drum, blew past her stalking grounds. She scattered grazing gazelle and wildebeasts. Yet, though she is hungry, ignored them. Her rythmic pawsteps thundered past as a dry storm flickered overhead, shooting lightning far to the front. Her swift paws picked the storm to match long before it began. Femme's fur pricked in the lightning-frought path she chose. A long roar acompanied the thunder. Dust settled as she slid to a stop, a regal lioness. Eyes wide from exhilaration and fear, she scanned the landscape, panting hard from her joyous run.

Thunder pounded like a thousand drums as lightening flashed closer. The storm was urging her on. She sprang down the rocks, through the grasses. The grass sounded like rain around her as it blew, a dry summer storm forcing it almost flat. She sprinted on, following the storm as it raced accross the savannah. It was loosing power. Rachina heard the last crash, almost as if a cymbal crashed in the sky. It dissappeared once again. The beauty stopped hard, her panting form ached ffrom the storm-chasing. She then realized she was in the thicket. Femme panted as she lay down after a long day to rest. A single buzzard flew over her head as her panting grew fainter. She smiled as normal breath returned to her lungs.

The cat launched herself in to a standing position and stretched out before slowly walking to the nearest shade, a tree not far from where she was seated. Rachina smiled as she settled down amongst the reeds beneath the great african symbol. Geraffes and other animals grazed not far off. An elephant slowly meandered by her. Startled by the short warning growl she had given him, he charged away with open ears. Ibis and storks flew gracefully overhead. small groundfowl pecked at the ground for the remaining dwindling population of insects. Meerkats scurried along, whole groups with tails erect. Rachina closed her eyes and was lulled in to security by the familiar sounds of the savannah.

The femme smiled sleepily as the savannah beat, king's blood, rushed through her. The rythm surrounding her was like her security. She was fueled by the sounds, scents, and sights around her and nothing else. No prides to worry on, no worries. Akhuna Matata! she sighed.

[Lassiel]

Muscles tensed in anticipation, the thin lioness watched her prey with unblinking orange eyes. Seldom did Rhian hunt, but extreme hunger had driven her to it, and so she did her duty efficiently and without joy. The warthog before her continued on its way, digging in the earth and going on with its normal life, completely unaware of the ruthless gaze watching him. Did she care what happened to this one creature? Not at all. But did she care whether she caught it? Not especially. If she didn't, then it was just another failure to be marked on her list. She was almost...used to it by now. Her life was just one big failure, one big mistake. But, curiously, no feeling of depression filled her, even as the thoughts rebounded through her mind. She was simply...numb...empty. Far from peace--and far from acceptance--Rhian did nothing more than just accept her miserable lot in life.

Clouds darkened the ground beneath them, and the cream colored lioness glanced up in a rare show of surprise. Rain? Already? And then, as her gaze rested on the ambling warthog again, a crash of thunder. Startled by the noise, her prey took off at a dead run--and with a sharp curse Rhian took off after it. Damn storm! Apparently it wasn't going to actually rain. It was simply going to make noise and scare her meal away! The start of her run was clumsy as she struggled to gain ground, but her stride quickly evened out--or at least, evened out as much as it could. The warthog, realizing it was being pursued, began darting right and left, scrambling to chase of its attacker. Large paws kicked up dirt as the lioness skidded after her prey, never quite able to reach her full speed. And then, as quickly as it began, the chase was over. The warthog, upon seeing his path blocked by a particularly thick area of thorn brush, scampered to find a new direction. His hesitation cost him, and Rhian's massive paws reached forward, claws digging in and snagging his hide. Immediately, the animal squealed, the noise piercing but no deterrent. And then, even as she pulled the struggling body toward her for the kill, the creature turned in a last ditch effort to escape. Tusks flashed before her, and then a searing pain as a deep gash opened up on her face, running up from the corner of her mouth to barely miss her right eye before coming to a shallow end at her ear.

A cry escaped her--a roar of anger and pain. In the face of her surprise, the warthog struggled free from her grasp, escaping in a painful run down into its burrow. It was doubtful the creature would survive long with its wounds, but such a thought was far from Rhian's mind. The lioness was still on the ground, gasping at the pain that radiated from the torn flesh. It was deep, and she could not move her jaw without sending a renewed wave of pain across her nerves. Blood ran from it, some of it dripping into her mouth. It hurt. Gods, it hurt so much! Never in her life had she felt anything quite like it. Choked sobs escaped her and she wished, more than anything, for the comfort of her father's presence. How much more worthless could she possibly get? Not only did the stupid animal get away from her, but it left her with a painful, and permanent, reminder of her failure. Already, she could tell it would scar...but then, it wasn't like she could be anymore undesirable. It just gave the men one more reason to walk by her without a single glance her way.

She laid there for....who knew how long. Only when the shooting pain began to fade did Rhian push herself to her feet. Head down, she stumbled forward, making her way to the shade of a nearby tree. Catching the scent of another lioness there, she raised her gaze for a moment, rough tongue licking some of the drying blood away. Wonderful. And audience. Just what she needed. But with a shake of her head, Rhian continued toward the occupied tree, not caring if the other chose to speak with her or not.

[hawksong]

Femme felt the world's beat cease before a second base drum crashed in the sky. The sound of a tapping of many small drums filled her ears and dashed apon her pelt as she pour of rain came apon them. Soft eyes opened as she scanned the joyous landscape for any sign of anything but the beauty of the savannah. Not a dry storm after all! she thought. It was then she opened her eyes to see the spoils of war. Femme looked with interest at the femme with the wound on her face. A permanent etching in her stony structure. Rachina watched her enter the area that she occupied, not threatened by the presence of this certain lioness, yet by the lioness as a number, feeling no need for company. She concentrated on the tiny drums that fell on her soft pelt. Rain. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she licked the droplets of liquid life from her whiskers.

The lioness looked at her guest, with unemotional eyes as she made her way to the tree. Birds flew ungainly behind her in the sky, her body's movement matching them. The wound seemed to be painful for the other. She reminded Rachina of Nonik after one of their later battles. She had cut his lip open in the corner, making it hurt for him to speak. She asked him a bunch of questions after that, just to annoy him. She wouldn't do that to the lioness, she hardly knew her! Not at all, really. Rachina just lay there and judged the female, her score remaining a neutral one until she said something, or did something, to make her feel otherwhise.

[Lassiel]

Oh yes, let’s stare at the disfigured creature! The poor girl who’s flaws are more than just skin deep… The lioness frowned, feeling the other’s gaze on her, and the sudden motion stung—more than stung, in fact. The turning down of the corner of her lip pulled at the fresh wound, brining forth more bright blood to stain her face. The pain was not helped by the sudden opening of the sky as rain burst from the clouds to land upon her injured flesh. Although it helped to clean the dirt and grime from the deep gash, it hurt like hell. But there was nothing she could do, and Rhian knew it. The wound would scar—of that she was certain. Perhaps it was just her overly pessimistic mind taking over, but how could something so painful not leave its mark? Somehow, and by some inexplicable force of will, Rhian managed to not think about what the scarred flesh would look like when it healed--the almost certain lack of fur on the skin, the permanent scowl that would surely mar her face…

Her dense fur was soaked by the time she was underneath the meager protection of the branches. It looked as if she’d be spending the first rain of the wet season with a lioness she didn’t even know the name of. They had yet to even speak a word to each other! Her thin body settled close to the trunk of the tree, in no way invading the other’s personal space. The rain flattened her cream fur across her body, showing her to be even skinnier as her haunches hit the ground. She refused to lay down in the presence of a stranger and would make do with a sit. Bones stuck out noticeably and even her ribs were seen, the shadows beneath them worrying to any other. Rhian though…she couldn’t care less.

It was the feel of the other’s critical gaze that finally made the lioness’s quick temper snap. Her head snapped to the side, watching her silent companion with sharp eyes. Who was she to judge her? She knew nothing of her life! ”Is there something you’d like to say, or are you just going to keep on staring at me?” Acid tones colored her voice as she bristled beneath the other’s eyes.

ooc: Forgive Rhian for being such a nasty girl. It’s not that she has something against Rachina, just that she thinks the entire world has something against her. Poor kitty.

[Valid]

“Oh, I dunno, love, your jacked face is really sumthin, you know? Awful hunter, aren‘t you, babe? Tisktisk. You shouldn‘t try filling Mommy‘s shoes until your ready.” He said as he came. Hearing wisps of words that were far from loving he shook only a touch as he entered the sanctuary of the tree. The water that fell now falling a touch harder he took a quick count of the she-things that were aloof during this lovely weather before plopping down near the base of the tree, the shelter it provided much loved as he lapped at his own mixture of blood and water. Cleaning it only a touch before leaving it be - allowing it to pool and clot on its own as he lounged. The cuts and scrapes that littered about a chiseled, fit body nothing he wasn’t unaccustomed to. The small pulsing of pain that came from them hardly anything as notable as, no doubt, the throbbing that came from such a mutilated face. Still, he couldn’t help a slight smirk. Knowing full well he was pressing her buttons (well, perhaps knowing was too much a word - guessing very reasonably could be a great replacement) and pissing her off, but, still, he smirked. It was amusing to him, quite amusing, to see a gal harm herself and get herself into trouble so. It amused him, and at the same time didn’t do that much for him. Sad event it was, no? “Mhmm, shame of you. You no doubt had such a pretty face…” He mused with a slight whim, tilting his head and pondering what he was saying and what it inclined for a moment. His eyes examining her own set, the shape and the hollows of her face. Perhaps a bit thin and a bit gangly but, still, nothing she couldn’t, no doubt, grow out of. But! Instead she went off and ruined her little moneymaking machine. Tut, tut, really, a shame if he ever never knew one. Still, such a haughty girl, seemingly arrogant and fight-ly with a little broken face amused him. Well, not the ‘broke face’ part, but more so… the ‘you wanna piece of meh?’ portion. Mhmm, yes, yes indeed. Still, he was aware of his insensitivity and rudeness, quite aware really. But he didn’t rightfully care. Today was not a fantastic day, he could run off a list for ‘why so’ but he would spare all the trouble as his eyes then, after dismissing the babe who managed to harm herself during the hunt he witnessed from afar so, wandered onto the other dame. Stoic and silent and all the rest, lacking emotion and really ‘speech’. He eyed her for a moment, then a moment more, then a moment more, his tail flicking. Lollying quietly, up and down, this way and that. Mildly and lazily the motion putting him at ease and calming the sir. He wondered if the babe would keep her silence and reserve - being the good little nun she no doubt was - or if she’d speak up. Ha, a grin came on and he shook his head, looking over his shoulder a moment and keeping down a few hearty chuckles that would have laid claim to him. Ah, imagine if she would all the sudden get nasty and bitchy? And run to the aid of the other lady, barking and snapping and flicking at him so. Tch. He could see it now, run rushing to the other to be the defence, eh… Sickening, nuh? Yuh. “Lovely weather, if I do say so myself.”

>3 Throwing Calamity in to be a little asshole, hope yews dun mind. <3 Not done with his post yet, but will be in a few. =3

[hawksong]

Merely observing, m'dear. 'Tis not improper to do so. She retorted. Femme smirked as she looked at the newly blooded gash in her 'opponent's' face. She watched the heated female with amusement in her eyes. The male had entered and was looking at her. Beautiful weather, no doubt. What, pray tell, brings you to such an unwelcome She looked haughtily at Rhian Place? She sat up in mock-respect and turned her intentions to Rhian.

The femme looked her up and down, noticing nothing but a gaunt frame. This was a distractive thing for her, yet she heard the poor boar come from it's den. She turned in a split second and flew after the beast, nearly scaring it out of it's skin. It barely had time to run. A swift chase ensued, and one sharp squeal accompanied a growl of triumph and slight pain as the animal reared back it's head to hit her square in the nose. It would make an unsightly bruise for a day or two.

She knew that Rhian would be angered about Rachina's gain. She walked back triumphantly, dragging her bloody carcass and laying it at the angry lioness's tired paws. Here, you tried, but couldn't reach, Your Majesty? She turned and walked back to where she had layed fifteen minutes before, and licked her lips with satisfaction. She was a real brat, now wasn't she? She lay her head on heated forepaws and watched the two. One slight chuckle escaped her control as she let her eyes wander to the smug male lion. She liked him already. She had passed judgment.

Rachina lay there as the Savannah beat strummed like a Mexican guitar through her frame, the drums beating in her chest to the beat at which her heart worked. She heard the patter get lighter until it sounded like no more than a set of claws against rock.

OOC: Sowwy Rhian! Little Rachii is a bit of a grump. *hugs Rhian and gives her sirloin steak bits and cuddles*

[Vox]

out of crackeeeeeeers! pardon my interrupting but...HOW DARE YOU GANG UP ON RHIAN. -stealsthekitty, pampers- she'sfragile, she'sveryfragile. -glare- xDD

[Lassiel]

And see? This was why she stayed away from others. Already, Rhian could tell she would gain nothing from this 'conversation.' Her lips pulled back in a silent snarl at the male's statement, but no words came from her mouth. His name calling did not hurt as much as she thought it would, though--perhaps because she was already numb? And what did he know, anyway? He simply happened to come across her the one time she didn't hunt well. Of course, he may think differently seeing her thin look--but she, at least, knew it was from a desire to not hunt, not from an inability. At least, she told herself his words didn't bother her. He was silent for a moment, and then spoke again. 'You no doubt had such a pretty face...' The words echoed in her mind for a brief second before Rhian growled sharply. She knew there was nothing pretty about her--in her soul or form. That this man even acted like there was...Don't mock me! The snarled words were uttered without a thought and her orange eyes flashed.

The other female was already talking though, and she glanced toward her, scowling at the way she held herself. Before she could shoot off her own angry retort though, the lioness took off, chasing down the same boar Rhian had pursued earlier. Yet as it was dropped at her feet, she couldn't help but raise a mocking eyebrow. Bravo, she said, voice full of dry humor. You just brought down a creature that was about to die of its wounds anyway. You must think yourself as great a huntress as me. Really. Did the girl think killing that would impress her? It wasn't going to last two days with the injuries she had already inflicted on it. Sparing the dead animal a glance, she contemplated leaving it for a moment. Frankly though, her pride and--dare she say it?--self-esteem were feeling rather good now, and it simply wouldn't do to leave such good meat to waste. Not to mention that she had done most of the work anyway. Tossing a smirk the girl's way, she spoke again, rather enjoying this new game--because the sad truth was that she doubted they could say anything to her that would hurt her more than her own treacherous thoughts already did. You do your job well, serving your queen so efficiently. Eyes flicking toward the male again, she adopted a falsely worried tone. Oh dear--I don't believe she brought you anything. Well don't worry. As long as you're a good boy, you're welcome to some of mine.

ooc: *blinks* Well. Um. *blinks again and scratches head* I had no idea Rhian had this in her, but now that she's come out of her little shell, I can totally see her being sarcastic. I honestly expected her to not last very long in this thread, but now...well, we'll see.

[Valid]

Being liked or disliked mattered very little to him. He had enough of both to know that neither tasted overly sweet, and neither stayed entirely true. He did not dislike the little gal who ran wild with a hog and managed to get scared, not did he dislike the one who brought home the kill. He had no reason to, though his words and his tone and his actions may say otherwise. “Mocking? I’m not mocking - I can show you mocking - watch,” Here he strained up with a ditzy look on his face. Swaying gently as he put on a feminine ‘look’ and then went about sweet honey tones and girlish vocals, “Don’t mock me!” He squealed, his eyes fluttered so exaggeratedly as he cocked a smile and let it loose. He looked like an utter and complete fool, but then again he mirrored her well. Only a fool would be so bitter. Life was too short to be so nasty and so mean… Much too short. But nonetheless his eyes flickered, examining the vicious gal for only a second more. Shaking his head, it was a pity that lass hadn’t learned how to take a compliment. He wouldn’t have mined giving her more, but if all his sweet honeysuckle speech was to be taken with doses of that acidic venom? But he couldn’t help another smile, another shake of the head, and then his attention wandering to the other. “Ah, you know, closest tree for miles around. And besides, such lovely company, I wouldn’t pass it up, nosir!” He said in compliance before the dear started off. A brow of his raising as he watched the dame go about the finishing of this hunt.

“Oh, some of yours? Tell you what honey, I’d love some of yours.” He grinned a grin only a devil would give. A charming smirk, amusement at her offer. But he took things at the face meaning, she have maybe meant the boar’s flesh but he was obviously meaning hers, “Never thought you would be so kind as to give yourself to a man, let alone me, so willingly. Tut-tut, maybe I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.” He mused with a romantic’s sigh, his grin still present as he stretched out even more. Eyeballing the ‘Queen’ with a curious look. It was good to see she did not take herself so seriously, better, even she could just with these poor, pitiful souls that accompanied her this time, this time. Games were good, plenty good, perhaps a bit boring at times but with the right people… “My name is Calamity,” He said, looking over to the successful huntress, his interest on the dame who was, perhaps, the most civil among them and the most decent, “Take such a name as you will, for good, for bad, for ill… Either case my mother was rightfully clever in her ‘dubbing’.” A joke, perhaps, or maybe a fact for the masses. To many he was, indeed, a Calamity. Now whether his mother knew he would be or if there was some other cause for such a name… Or even if such a name was his birth name. Now a days people changed their titles, their callings to suit them. Perhaps way back when in his cub-ish days he was given the calling and it stuck? Mhmm… perhaps. Seemed reasonable enough. “Suppose I couldn’t trouble you for your name, my darling?” He directed this only to the one Successful, his attention on this more… hospitable creature, almost like he didn’t care for the name the other was in possession of? Almost.

Annnd.. O.o Calamity is Calamity. xDD -coughs- -now imagines Rhian in a box marked 'fragile' because of Voxxie- XD NONETHELESSSS! 'I honestly expected her to not last very long in this thread, but now...well, we'll see.' =x Why? o.o Far as Cal is considered she'll get pissed and stalk off before he shoves her out. ;]

[hawksong]

She smirked at the comment offered by the troubled feline and gave yet another retort, just because it was fun to her. Glad to be of service! Rachina watched the gaunt 'Queen' grow hot at the male's compliment and thought it would be fun to add. She loved an argument such as this. Oh! Don't be so modest, bella! Your form didn't fail you for a moment until that sorry creature wounded your pretty mask. It seems it had ruined your self-image as well? Tsk tsk! Bring yourself from that hole and be all happy again! She gave her famous cheshire-cat grin and let her eyes play merily accross the gaunt frame of the femme. Only then did the male talk.

She listened to his joke as her face grew interested at his joking. Quite! Such a witty male if she did say so herself! And yet she didn't, well, not out loud anyway. My calling, sir? Quite an uninteresting name in comparison. I just happen to be Rachina. She sighed after the name was given. Now what has this poor girlie gotten herself in to? Rachii looked toward the kill. Yet, she didn't care if the animal had the wounds or not. Prey are the weak. Heck, Elephant young without mothers were weak! So was this female sitting in front of her. Is that why she felt compelled to attack with such words? No. Not quite. She was just a brat. The poor sweet deserved it! All bent out of shape in her pride-less-ness. And she wouldn't eat her kill! Well. She was an ungrateful little pecker.

OOC: Poor Rhian! *grabs crowbar just in time to see kitty emerge from her shell* Yay! Well, Rachina is just all a ball of evil fluff now, isn't she! *taps on nose* Be niiiiiiicer!

[Lassiel]

For his words when he first laid eyes upon her, she did not like him. And now his high-pitched voice still rang in her ears, grating on her frazzled nerves and generally making her despise him even when his attention was centered on the oh-so kind lioness. Perhaps her irratibility came from her few interactions with other lions? Yes, perhaps that had something to do with it, but Rhian knew quite well it was her own swiftly changing moods that made it so very difficult to have a pleasant conversation. Though... Bitter, yet vibrant orange eyes flickered between the two before her. It is not as if they make it any easier. If they can't stay civil, I sure as hell won't be able too! Ignoring the lioness's short reply to her (for it really offered little for Rhian to say in return and her interest in the topic had already waned), she instead listened to the male's answer to her own little comment. Not that she cared what he said--but as long as the rain fell Rhian would be going no where. She rather hated the way her dense fur clumped together when wet, and her short number of years were enough for her to know that just because the rain had lightened did not mean it wouldn't renew its downpour soon enough.

The easy, though far from joyful, thoughts disappeared upon hearing his words. For a breath of a moment, Rhian's lungs froze as the man twisted her words into something else entirely. The speck of time passed though, and anger erupted inside of her--no...more than anger...it was rage, and hatred. Hatred that he treated such a thing so lightly, and hatred for the memories he unknowingly caused to resurface. A dull roaring echoed in her head as the blood throbbed in her ears, drowning out any other words spoken by him or the other. How dare he! It didn't matter that his little joke had been his 'surprise' at her seeming willingness to give herself to another so easily. It didn't matter that he in no way acted on his words. And it didn't matter that it had been a joking offer whereas her mother had been forced. Before her, Rhian--the daughter of that immoral union--saw only a man capable of treating another in the same abominable way her...father had acted toward her mother. Burning with resentment toward his words from earlier and the callous statement he had just uttered, the lioness stepped forward, face livid and her judgement clouded by the fumes of her blazing fury. Ears pinned and lips pulled back in a vicious face, she lashed out without a thought, paw streaking through the air with the intent of delivering a stinging slap to his cheek and letting out a snarled, You bastard! in the process.

ooc: *facepalm* Great. She did it. Anyway, I meant that I didn't think she'd be able to stay in this thread for long, because of her...mmm...temper problems, and she would leave of her own will pretty soon. And now, wellllll....*gives Rhian a look*

[Valid]

One was right to presume Calamity was not unaccustomed to being back handed. Needless to say his face was use to being quite tender and red afterwards, yes, yes indeed with a bruised ego to match the flush coloring and all the rest. But, alas, his mood wasn’t impeccably beloved this day… and he didn’t really give the lass as much credit as he usually would, for venturing her tight tush up to him to tell him what for. Nah, but as her hand was bared and she smacked him so he was on her as soon as the deed was done. He was muscle, quite fit and lean if only because of his bachelor, rogue status. It wasn’t difficult to shove her off her feet and force her down. No sir, not at all. Calamity was aware enough of who this brat was. He wasn’t stupid nor foolish nor blind nor naïve. He was a rogue but he knew of the prides. Knew enough to know. But you know the thing was, was that who would stop him if he wanted, mhmm? No one. Simple was that. This Rachina might interfere but he was arrogant enough to believe that she could be easily warded or even persuaded to take his side. The little beast beneath him needed to learn manners and respect. For both chain of command and power. He was bigger then her, he was stronger then her, hellyah on both accounts. Which meant she was allowed to shut up and be a nice, sweet little thing. “Oh, she likes it rough. I can do it rough, love. Don’t tempt. It’s not nice to tease.” His snout wrinkled as a snarl reached his own vocals. Curving the words so deliciously dangerously. His own venom dropping in the symbols as he glared at her. “Be nice and I let you go. Will you be nice?” He asked, keeping her pinned with his weight.

OUT OF JUICe; Le shitteth. u.u Sorry. I'm just not feeling quite up to it but I don't want to hold things up anymore. t.t Oh, and this is all attempt, btw. Feel free to write over it.

[hawksong]

A sharp twist of form brought the lioness to her feet. The poor femme had really gone off the deep end! She was brave, or arrogant, enough to slap him! Yet, who could blame her? He was being a bit of a pest. She hoped to side with niether of them, but to just stop the battle from ever occuring. Her tail lashed like a bullwhip behind her. Rachina let out no sound as she prepared. She saw all that had happened and soon watched the male straddling the femme. Not good. Now, Now Calamity! It's not good to hit a lady! She spoke in a teasing manner before pushing the ground from her and ramming herself in to his side with all her muscle. She watched as he hit the turf, finally off Rhian. She spun 'round to stand in a spread-crouch, her tail still lashing. Oops! Just forgot to heed my own advice! She chuckled.

Why do you have to be so mean? her teasing tone rang in the air. As if on cue, thunder ripped the distance apart. No, not thunder, but a growl rippling in her throat. It only seemed loud to her because of the hot blood rushing in her head. The rhythm sped to a remarkable pace there in the shade of that tree. Her rhythm matched the pace of her stride as she again tried to ram the male, claws extended, intent to burn deep.

OOC: Same as Valid, Just a suggestion! Tear my post if you want.

[Lassiel]

Well really, what did you think would happen when she slapped him? Everything would be fine? Our handsome rogue would apologize for his behavior, or at the least give her some respect for standing up to him? The world was far from a perfect place--something Rhian knew quite well. But this--this reaction she was not prepared for. Far from a fighter and far from a healthy weight, the stronger and more experienced rogue had no trouble in overpowering her. Her back and side hit the ground hard, the air whooshing out of her lungs and leaving her momentarily stunned. She could feel him standing over her, effectively pinning her to the earth and leaving her little room to maneuver. A light gasp was the only sound she made as he spoke, every word threatening. Her mind froze at his vicious comments before kicking into overdrive even as her body remained curiously numb. No. No! This was not about to happen! She was not about to relive her mother's nightmare! Will you be nice? The question cut through her panicking mind, and despite her fear, she couldn't help the growl that rumbled in her throat. The words seemed to focus all her terror into a single channel: No way in hell was she just going to agree to everything he said! She snarled in her rage, body suddenly bursting into action as she struggled and thrashed about. Claws sprung forth as she attempted to rake them across his unprotected underbelly and free herself.

There was a sudden flurry of movement above her, and then Calamity's weight was gone. With a swift move, Rhian sprang to her feet, looking about wildly for the rogue. Rachina was crouched next to her, tense and growling. But...she was facing the male. Confusion shot through Rhian's mind, chest rising and falling swiftly with adrenaline. She was...helping her? Surely not....But it was proven when the lioness burst forward, dashing toward the lion. At the realization that she was suddenly not alone, Rhian's snarl sharpened and grew louder. She winced slightly as the skin of her face moved, pulling at the far from healed cut. The wet feeling of blood told her the wound had reopened, but it did not keep her from moving forward as well, though at a slower pace than her companion. Funny, how women could ban together when one was threatened, and how enemies could become partners when the right situation arose.

[Valid]

“Hit her? f**k. I haven’t hit her. Yet.” He smirked in a way only satan’s closest could. Smirking as he glared down at the little beastie underneath him. He would be right and fine if she just agreed to be a proper young sapling and throw any ideas she had of being a little bitch out the window. With that he would have left her be, but it seemed both cared to make the situation worse then what it should have been he was ready for that as well. He held the beast beneath him down, not apt to experience those claws when she wiggled, her pressed harder. Allowing the dame to carry more and more of his weight, she would have tired herself out with all the flailing before long… Before long if it wasn’t. He saw the other out of the corner of his eye and found himself sputtering with a laugh as she knocked herself into him. He gave her more credit, a snide un-voiced remark seen as he ‘flew off’ and ‘rolled’ dramatizing the action and belittling it at the same time. “You’re pathetic love.” Was what he cared to say, lounging where he had be ‘felled’ and rolling his eyes with a jolly ol’ grin. His rounded ears quirking as he heard ‘mean’ being spoken in his direction. Being mean? He hadn’t done that either. Was it his fault the dame said what she said? He didn’t force her in her word choice. But he supposed it was so very wrong of him to tease so. Turning the words of a young bitchling around was wrong, this he knew, and reacting to a women’s slap was as well. Women enjoyed eating their cake and having it to. Enjoyed hitting and spitting but when it came to a male hitting and spitting back they got defensive and whiny. ‘But I’m just a girlll. Your not suppose to hit girrrls’. He had enough of that. It was a petty excuse. If the dame had the desire to act, then she should have thought of him acting back. Far as he was concerned.

He watched the dame come along. The older one she rumbled a growl that did nothing more then cause him to flick his tail. The old maid didn’t have a clue inside that brain. She might be use to prey but she wasn’t a fighter. He was. He was a rogue, but more then that a male. There was a reason why prides consisted of males and females and both genders had their duties. Women hunted because that was what they were good at. Men fought because that was what they were good at. He wouldn’t be outmatched by either broad far as he saw it. They thought that together they would persevere? They forgot about the idea that he was indeed a male, indeed a rogue, and indeed on his own. A dangerous thee-fact combination that, connected, pointed to the ‘grand scheme’ of him being a murderer, a killer. And a practiced one at that. Shame it is. Pretty faces. So pretty…

When she came he was ready. Even as he lounged on the ground, ignoring her ‘running like a bull moose’ at him he watched. That feline expression a feline expression until the moment she came near. He rose, then and stepped out of her way. And the moment she was past him, but a few inches past was when he struck. He was quick and he was flighty. A young male he was lean, still, and well-to-do when it came to his fitness. He aimed to bring his claws into her side, force her to the ground with her superior wait and from there he’d go about his business. No doubt when she was on the ground she’d try to snap around and bite him. That he expected, and was more then ready to take one of his claws paws that etched deep marks in her hide, off her side and onto her face. There was a reason why males were feared and considered kings. And there was a reason why he was alive despite all odds, and despite being alone. The odds were not in their favor as his amber gaze flickered over to the other dame. If she was ballsy enough to come along and come closer he’d press her into submission as well. With ease. She was already maimed. It wouldn't take much more to get her crippled. “Too bad it ends this way.” He said with a shrug.
Out of Juice; Attempts.