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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2019 1:45 pm
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Another day, another dawn in the lands of the Stormborn. Nephthys was glad time was rolling on as usual, no longer having to worry about the plague of never-ending hunger upon those that remained within the boundaries of the pride. There were those that had escaped the famine through Vikings, but there were some like her that weren't able to even consider the idea of leaving for a brief stint of time. Some females had gone off to become Reavers, but the thought alone turned her stomach so much that she had hardly had an appetite despite the curse. When the hunger had finally left for good, though, her world was brightened considerably with the new Warlord and his shifting of ranks.
Although Nephthys' father was a Captain, he wasn't originally a Stormborn. Nor was she, having been born elsewhere and had returned to the pride with her father once she could walk. Despite not being old blood, Nephthys felt like the Stormborn had something going for them years ago when females stayed home to mind the dens and the Thralls. She was pleased, therefore, when a new rank was introduced. Wife.
For years she had dreamed of being a kept lady, a lioness that was brought treasures and fine things and Thralls while she kept the den tidy and raised a new, strong generation of cubs, teaching the males to be powerful and the females to be smart. Nephthys was glad she had waited to find a suitable mate until now so she could see the true colors of those in her pride. She wanted a male who wished for a wife and now was the time to seek him out.
So intent was Nephthys on her thoughts, her plan on how to find the perfect male, that she didn't notice the Reaver almost directly in front of her until she bumped into his side.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," she said with a little laugh. "Forgive me for my mistake."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 12:22 pm
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It would seem that his search was not going to take too long, he thought as he looked at the lioness that bumped into him. Zeruaren did not recognize her, though with how massive the pride was, it was not that big of a shock. It didn’t help that he had a tendency to stick around his Viking band. He kept a stoic expression as he casually brushed his side.
“No harm done. I am used to getting hit when out viking.” He responded and gave her a sly smile. “Though no one quite as beautiful as you has got me.” Zeruaren was never the smoothest or most flirtatious lion. He had never cared much about romance or falling in love, even before he joined Myrsky Syntynyt. His passion always belonged to fighting and being the strongest. Now days though, it felt that if he did not find a wife sooner then later he would die in battle leaving no legacy to his name.
“By the way, my name is Zeruaren. I don’t believe that we have had the chance to meet before.” He said, bowing his head politely at her. His life prior to Myrsky Syntynyt was nothing but polite small talk. He preferred letting his claws do the talking these days, but with the right company, going back to his old ways was natural.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 5:37 pm
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Giving herself a moment to collect her composure, Nephthys surveyed the male she had bumped into. She hadn't seen him around before, but that wasn't a surprise. The pride was huge and was always collecting new members. The way he carried himself let her know he wasn't a Thrall and probably not a Freeborn. Reavers and Captains tended to have a swagger to them that couldn't be ignored and Nephthys was very keen on that swagger. She hid a little laugh behind her paw as the male complimented her, a coy look on her face as she smiled.
"A pleasure to meet you, Zeruaren. I'm Nephthys," she said, offering her name in return with a little bob of her head. "I haven't seen you around before...are you new? Or just out a-Viking more than you're home?" There, that would give her the answer to her rank question. She was always on the lookout for a handsome face, after all, and the higher the rank, the juicer he became.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 2:34 pm
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Neph gave a soft 'ah' as the winged male explained himself and she found that they were quite similar. She had been born to a mother who lived in a distant pride, but Phosphor had been eager to keep at least one of his children with him. So although she hadn't been born here, the moment she'd been able to travel, she had come to live here and had been raised as a Stormborn lion the majority of her life.
"Most of us missed it," she admitted. "It happened quite suddenly and outside of the traditional time to challenge for the title. Things have changed since you left. Although I wasn't here in the older times, it seems the ranks have switched a bit to how they used to be. Females can no longer be Captains, the highest rank they can achieve is a Valkyrie which...is similar to a Reaver? But of lower rank...oh, I don't know. All those females that want to go out and fight confuse me," she added with a shake of her head. The new ranks didn't concern her much... with the exception of one. 'Wife' was a very tantalizing rank she'd been delighted to hear existed with the coming of the new Warlord.
Zeruaren's request was spiced with just a bit of flirtatious tone and word, but it was enough to make Neph's interest perk. He seemed to be a driven individual who was working hard to claw his way up the ranks and she could appreciate that. Her father was a Captain, after all, and any potential suitor would need to be at least striving for that rank to catch her eye.
"I would be happy to," she returned, her tone and body language suggesting not only an interest in being his guide, but also being very open to the attempts from the other lion to flatter her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 11:57 am
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The more Nephthys spoke the more Zeruaren found her attractive. The old ways of Myrsky Syntynyt were what he admired about the pride. When lionesses were joining reavers on their vikings outside the pride, it felt like being slapped across the face. He grinned as he thought about his own band, with the single lioness in their group and how badly she would take the news. Later he would have to do some more research into the ranks.
“That is excellent news. I am sure that it stirred up some drama, but the result will undoubtedly result in our home becoming stronger. With fewer lionesses leaving the pride, the young will grow up healthy and strong. It is the right change for the pride.” He said confidently. The pride always had subtle shifts when there was a new warlord. These changes though were much larger than the ones in the past. Hopefully, most in the pride would be accepting of the changes and find their place in the pride.
When she agreed to show him around, Zeruaren smiled. He could not be happier with how things were unfolding. “You know, you are making me realize just how much I miss when I am away from home. I am a bit tempted to stick around the pride for a bit longer than I normally do, assuming that you would not mind sharing some of your time.” It was a bit forward, but Zeruaren felt confident. “Though, for now, I will settle on the tour. I am sure that a pretty lioness like yourself must have a busy schedule.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2019 5:26 am
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Neph nodded slightly as Zeruaren spoke her thoughts exactly. While she had no trouble at all with confident, strong-minded females (she was one, after all), she did think that so many taking up the title of Reaver and even Captain had been excessive. They needed those strong ladies to raise the next generation and if they were out gallivanting and breeding with lesser lions, what was the point? The Stormborn were the cream of the crop, after all. Take your mates from within to produce pure, strong lions.
"Oh no, not assuming at all," she said with a little grin. She was glad to know Zeruaren found her a suitable lioness to spend a bit of time with as he was certainly right up her alley in terms of what she was looking for in a mate. Strong, looking to climb the ranks, out a-Viking more often than not...it would set a good example for any children she may have and she certainly didn't want a mate who was wasting his time goofing off in the pride.
"Please, follow me. I can bring you to the heart of the pride, our new Warlord is often seen mingling there."
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