[PRP] tbd (Ifrit/Rhoma)

[KasaiLoki]

Thunder rolled in the darkening sky as the bright red male trekked down a worn path. His destination unknown to only him, the captain's verdant gaze shifted to the green avian above. She was scouting out something. A caw from her beak alerted him to another being close by.

Ifrit's steps paused waiting for the second alert. Soon enough, the avian cawed again, landing on a branch to the left of her master. "One being up ahead. Female---although I have not seen her before."

The Captain grunted. "No status known then?"

"Affirmative." The two hadn't been back in the pride /too long/, and when they were, they would be readying themselves for the next viking. Ifrit never stayed in the pride too long, the need to be beneficial for the new War Lord a must for the otherwise gruff male.

The male found himself grumbling, before continuing on, in the direct path of the female Ano had spotted.  

[Shia bean]

"Hmmm" Came a female's thunderous purr, traveling down the path like that of the storm's song, as it rumbled across the skies.

It was Rhoma, padding elegantly along beneath the bloated heavens, with her back bare of the fur she typically sported and her hair long, messy, but lovely despite it all. Her golden gaze flitted upward, and when the sky called she called, purring along with the earths vibrato.

There was comfort to be found in the impending darkness... little reminders of the vile yet glorious deeds done while in the pitch black of a Stormborns night. And she relished in the chaos of it all. The literal, physical chaos, as the winds would sweep up the territory and the choir would sing. This place was a far cry from an old home she had all but forgotten. But that's what made it perfect.

The gray canvas that had stolen her focus suddenly welcomed a streak of green, and the loud call sent her ears forward. Her head then fell into a tilt as she was brought to curiosities doorstep once more... who was that? And the better question:

Who was it calling to?

A small smile pulled at her ebon lips.

Her attention followed it down and down until it landed amongst the trees, and she narrowed her gaze. Squinting hard to see out as far as she could... Then, striding long and strong, she could just make out the brilliance of another red coat... and a mane... and suddenly she knew her evening stroll would become all the more exciting.

Assuming her role, the thrall's steps slowed to a stop in the middle of the make-shift roadway. She would wait for his approach. Whoever he was. But her stillness was not complete, as her tail flicked from side to side, perhaps agitated, perhaps aroused, while the subtle smirk that had turned her maw once now expanded into a wide and flirtatious grin.

"Hello." She greeted, eyes fluttering back and forth between the earth and the stranger... wow, a stranger? She thought she had met with them all at this point...

And another purr came a-rumblin'.