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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:10 pm
Røvstik's life had been dull lately. There were never enough subs around. His brothers seemed to snap up the good ones immediately ... and then introduce them to the lifestyle improperly, causing them to flee.
Pity.
The dark brown lioness before him had never been tried, of that he was fairly certain. Stik watched the thrall thoughtfully as she went about her work. She looked ... dutiful, but angry. He liked that inner fire in a sub. If he could divert that passionate anger into a passion for him, all the better.
Stik strode boldly up to the female, gazing into her eyes intently.
"Good evening, lioness. As I do not know you it is not my intention to alarm. However, I find I must ask of you a question."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:15 pm
Kyra had no trouble meeting the gaze of the pretentious prig addressing her. Based on how most of the pride talked, she assumed this one must be an outlander, like herself. Possibly more enlightened. Someone who could actually form sentences that didn't involve sex, food, or fighting. She smiled, relieved to have found at least one civilized lion in the pride who, unlike her owner Erlendr, could speak in...straightforward...phrases.
Dammit. He wasn't speaking in straightforward phrases. He was speaking like a particularly stupid reaver trying to sound intelligent and civilized.
Kyra's eyes narrowed and her smile vanished. "Not interested. Terribly busy. Thrall things to do, you know."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:24 pm
Stik drifted towards the lioness, closer, closer, his paws making not even a whisper of sound as he moved with nigh supernatural grace. His stare was piercing.
Reaching her, Stik loomed over her -- domineering, but elegant. Handsome. His chiseled lion features were set in an expression of domineering dominance.
"Hold your tongue and open your ears, thrall. I must ask this question of you. Before I ask, you must know. You can leave at any time. But if you accept, you must abide by my rules and obey me. And if you accept, I will show you the path of the sub. The path by which you may unleash your Inner Goddess should you accept your role."
His eyes were sharp and pointy like diamond-tipped drill bits set into his skull.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:35 pm
Kyra watched the lion move and found herself backing up. There was something about him...something...queer. And he was looking at her funny. That was never a good sign in this pride.
"What, at the same time? I only have two front paws," Kyra muttered. Innate inability to filter what happened in her brain before it reached her tongue? Nah. She just didn't care. She figured she could take this weird-walking poofter if she had to.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said. "But I think I'll take that 'leave at any time option' and be going now."
She was backing away again, this time to give herself enough room to jump past the nutter if he didn't back off.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:56 pm
How disappointing. Røvstik did not care for the sub's answer. In his mind, he already thought of her as his. His thrall. His pet. His goddess, waiting to be unleashed in the splendor of his red den of discomfort. The dark-furred sub thought she was slick sidling away from him, but Røvstik was almost supernaturally graceful. No contest. He drifted towards her and moved in a gentle arc to cut off her retreat. Røvstik was larger than her (and of course, intensely masculine in a handsomely domineering fashion), but he was infinitely more graceful. All the brothers Grei were. "I'll give you another chance, my little goddess. I would like to bring you down, to the ground -- and lift you up as you realize your potential." His words didn't really make sense, except perhaps in his own twisted mind.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:42 pm
Kyra's lips curled back from her teeth in a snarl as once again she forgot that she was a thrall and baring her teeth to a freeborn lion was a punishable offence. Gods damn Erling for not freeing her right away. She didn't mind staying with him, since he made no demands on her and actually was teaching her to fight like he did, but things like this wouldn't happen if he had made her a freeborn.
"Get away from me before I bite your tiny little pego off," she snarled, wondering what the Stormborn policy on insanity was. She'd never met a Stormborn who spoke as nonsensically as this one was doing. It seemed to her that the Stormborn wouldn't tolerate the mentally deficient and would drop them off a cliff or something. Kyra could get behind that.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 5:56 am
Røvstik might be, by some puritanical standards, a weirdo, but he was still a Stormborn and the thrall's open insubordination annoyed him. He moved closer, circling her like a lusty domineering shark.
"I don't think so, my dear," Røvstik purred, gliding around the thrall and running his eyes over her lovely form. "You're a thrall. A sub by nature. I can force you to submit to me."
That luscious brown pelt of hers. "I love breaking brown-furred lionesses. They remind me of my mother. The mint whore."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:10 am
"I am not a sub by nature," Kyra snarled back. "And you can force me, but I will never submit to you."
Her claws were out and her teeth were bared. If he wanted to force himself on her, she would make him fight for it. Thralls weren't supposed to attack freeborn, but the way she saw it, he was attacking her and she was defending herself, and thereby defending her master's property, which thralls were supposed to do. At least that's what she'd tell the lawspeaker when he asked why she'd torn off a freeborn's balls and shoved them up his a**.
"Get away from me, you sick, twisted ********. Your mother should have abandoned you to the elements."
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