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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 2:39 pm
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She felt...reasonably confident.
She wasn't entirely sure whether or not her meeting had gone well with the High Priestess, but it certainly hadn't gone badly. She hadn't been thrown out or dismissed roughly, and she'd gained some valuable insights as well. All things considered she had much to think on and perhaps in time her goal would be attainable. She would go away once more and study, find further direction, and then perhaps she would approach Kluna again.
If her brother had the tenacity to achieve what he wanted, let no one doubt that she did too.
Nevertheless, for the time being her business was concluded with the High Priestess and she wasn't going to trouble or distract her further. Instead, the white lioness made her way towards the inner areas of the pride where the majority of the residents resided. As she expected, the trade areas were bustling and the well, more 'festive' areas were just as filled with activity as always.
...Damn drunks.
Nothing was out of the norm for the most part. At least, she had seen everything there was to see.
Drunk Reavers back from a successful Viking? Check. Ambitious young lionesses actively seeking said reavers while vulnerable? Check. Thralls performing their duties as required? Check.
Yes, there was nothing out of the ordinary at all; except for what could be described as the fattest lion she had seen in a while. A small part of her sincerely hoped all of that was fur.
"You have got to be the fattest lion I have seen in here to date," she said at last as she regarded the stranger. "When you go on Vikings do they roll you at their enemies?" She continued, only half joking... She wasn't even sure he was a Reaver, for all she knew, he might have been a Freeborn with no self control regarding his appetite!
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 3:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 4:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 4:27 pm
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Wooooow, he was even further gone than Tethys had been! In those moments she had the urge to torture him, admittedly, not in the violent sense. No, no... She wanted to find out where this very fluffy, chubby individual lived, and as the sun raised up, make as much noise as she physically could.
Bangs, clatters, screams, shrieks.
Hell, if she'd been able to draft in squealing kids she would have absolutely done so and bribed them so thoroughly that they jumped on his stomach like some sort of trampoline. He'd be suffering from such a debilitating headache that he wouldn't be able to retaliate. It was incredibly childish, but the urge was real and grown adult or not, the lioness was finding it rather difficult to dismiss the idea. Clearly her brother was rubbing off on her, every now and then the inner cub shone through.
"Your burps are delightful, are they?" she repeated in a low drawl, observing him as he stumbled poorly over his words and reacted to her in much the same fashion as the majority of drunks did.
"That's a rather impressive statement to make," she mused after a moment of two of watching him gesticulate. "Would you like to test that theory by assisting in a scientific experiment...?" she asked with an extraordinary level of patience. Quite frankly she didn't know why she was bothering, but she was rather curious to see what would happen if she did make him burp on a plant. Maybe it would wilt, maybe it wouldn't, but if it did wilt that would be fantastic - he'd be a walking weapon!
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 9:44 am
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If the lion had any idea of her thoughts he'd likely have escaped while he could, but instead he hadn't the foggiest and nor was he currently able to read further into the motives of the lioness. As far as Bjorn was concerned he was being challenged at her request, not asked, no.
"Challenge accepted! You'll regret the day you challenged Reaver Bjorn." Paws lifted in a dramatic sweeping motion to display all of him - from tip of his nose to the tip of his toes he was quite the fluffy guy, belly shook a small amount, buts tilled quickly - so there was muscle, somewhere.
"My burps are the most delightful. Best you'll find, a sure fire win in this challenge!" He rocked himself forward, harshly, to bring himself to all four paws and standing up entirely - after a quick sway he was able to kind of gather himself for standing still, but his vision blurred and he felt himself losing a different challenge entirely... fortunately he held down all of his alcohol and food. At least for now.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 1:15 am
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There it was, she had finally gotten to the root of the problem. This lion was suffering from some sort of grief; well, it was similar to grief anyway. He was certainly in a depressive state and given that every individual handled difficult circumstances differently, this appeared to be his method. Given that she had never lost anyone in this manner she wasn't entirely sure of how she personally would have handled it herself.
Suffice it to say...she hoped that she would handle it a bit better.
"No, I haven't," she replied honestly as she regarded the lion the lion carefully. She had never looked for that type of bond, it certainly hadn't been readily available when she was growing up even if neither parent had prevented her from trying to find it. However she had never really had any inclination to pursue that anyway, she'd never met anyone who simply made her turn her head and pay attention for him...
"I do think I am the best thing since fermented fruit though," she added with a wry smile before shaking her head. Where was her brother when she needed him, he was better at handling the emotional.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 1:38 am
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Bjorn, appearing more and more like the broken hearted fool he had become, looked to the lioness when she answered him - he remained silent at first then burst into loud laughter that shook his whole body.
"You do, do you!?" He smiled, though it appeared a little sad as his laughs subsided completely. "One day you will love and on day that may fade away. Then perhaps we may swap places." Blue eyes stared at her face, searching her eyes intently. "Though I'd wish this pain on no one - not even my worst enemy."
Then the male made an attempt at righting himself, that ended with him slumped forward a touch, but at least he was seated properly. "I ought to be making my way back to my den, try to sleep some of this off now that you've reminded me of what I was trying to forget in the first place." He grumbled out loud while pulling himself to his paws.
"Good day."
Sure, the word good had been said - his tone certainly didn't covey that message as he decidedly took his leave from her company.
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