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(OOC: We are using an NPC character here for plot purposes.)

He was a proud Stormborn, well muscled from his frequent forays out beyond the pride's borders. Born and raised to the pride's ways he carried himself with a confident, some would say haughty, air.The male knew his place as a Captain of band; thus he knew the place of others in regards to him. He didn't put up mouthy Thralls as some of the lions did. So when a lioness he didn't recognized came up and began flirting with him, he took it in fair stride. Until she found out he was a Captain. Words were said, and he learned that she was only a Thrall.

The captain was livid. He scolded her, and when that didn't seem to be having any effect on her attitude he raised his paw to deliver the thrashing she so rightly deserved. Except she ran away! Ran away! That explained why she was a Thrall in his mind. He wasn't going to let her off that easily. Deciding she was running back to her master, the male followed. Very determined he was to take his anger out on the Thrall and deliver a scathing lecture to her master.



Bousvor was a lion who enjoyed his leisure time when he had it. There was enough to do to keep him occupied that he valued his time off all the more. So he had dragged his dinner into the shade from the late afternoon sun to eat it in peace and quite. Sated he was reclining back at his ease watching the members go about their business. There was the sound of a commotion starting further off, but he didn't pay too much attention too it. Such things happened often enough, and this one didn't concern him. If it got out of hand, Bousvor was sure someone would step in to take care of it. He listened as the noise got closer and closer.

"You! Hold there!" The male shouted infuriated further that she didn't bow down and take her punishment like a good thrall. Where she had been running before it now seemed that she was heading for someone. This then must be her master. He bounded up to the two before the lioness could flee again. "Is this your thrall?" There was a low growl in his voice. If he couldn't thrash her as she deserved at least he'd make sure this male did.

His leisure time was quickly shattered as the source of the disturbance continued to get closer and closer. Bousvor had a funny feeling as the lioness he'd brought in ran into view. The second source of turbulence didn't appear far behind her, which indicated that Kisukari had gotten herself into deeper water than she could handle.

"Our?" He said softly with a flick of his ear. The white maned male didn't get ruffled as another obviously mad male came charging up. Green eyes calmly assessed the situation. Bousvor was a bit surprised by the irritated male's question. Her master? His eyes flicked briefly over to Kisu with a silent question. She'd left him as soon as they'd gotten back to the pride. "I brought her in yes."

"I demand satisfaction!" The male all but sneered at her. "She has been insolent and clearly has not been taught her place." If her master did nothing, then he certainly would! Still the captain took note of the well muscled male laying before him. It bothered him that the reaver hadn't leaped to his feet at his approach, but he was more concerned with the thrall.

The tawny male took in the situation with an internal sigh. She hadn't listened, gotten herself into trouble, and then come running to him. Now she was his problem for she had claimed him as her master. Until now he had not taken a thrall of his own, but mainly because he was waiting. It had been decided for him. Equally, he was going to have to resolve this. His green eyes turned to Kisukari and bore silently into hers for a stern moment. Well if she was going to put him into this position she would have to deal with the consequences and be happy about them; otherwise she could take what this captain would dish out.

"I apologize, her manners I thought were better." Now he considered his next move. The captain would not be happy with just any punishment. "Thrall!" Bousvor called commandingly, unusual enough for the quiet male, to the female behind him, "you will apologize to the Captain right now, with feeling and mean it. Furthermore, for the next two days you will go out and bring him back items from your forays." Now his eyes glinted. "And be warned that if they are not good items I will continue to send you out until I am satisfied. So choose your offerings with care." He flicked his tail sharply to show he meant it. No she wouldn't be beaten today, but she would learn from the experience.

He stood proudly as the reaver verbally scolded the thrall. He would much rather have seen her beaten for her insolence, but sadly he was not her master. A beating stuck long with the subject. Though the captain nodded approval as the thrall was ordered to apologize and then bring him things for two days. It would do. He looked down at the thrall as she apologized. "I will let it slide this time. However, you insult me again and not even your master will stop my wrath thrall. I expect to see you tomorrow." He gave a quick nod to the reaver then turned and left.

She'd clearly had it far too easy so far. Bousvor noted her jump of surprise though he showed no indication that he had. It was about time she woke up to her situation. Thankfully the captain didn't hang around and soon left. The male turned his full, disapproving attention on the female. "You were very lucky. As a captain he had every right to dispense your punishment as he saw fit." He sighed and leaned back. She was not going to be happy about this.

"You will go out and gather nice things for the captain. If you refused I will go with you, and you will not like that. Bring your findings to me first, and I will say if they are good enough." Bousvor had every intention of having this command fulfilled. Green eyes gazed at her coolly, waiting her reaction.

Bousvor was not normally an aggressive or mean lion. He didn't usually have a problem with getting along with anyone, including thralls. Even rebellious thralls. His green eyes narrowed and his voice held a hard edge when he spoke. She was going to get her wake up call. He was not normally a lion of many words either, but this was a moment for words.

"Warn you I did. You refused to hear. So hear it now and understand well." Bousvor rose to his feet and tossed his head up to look down at her. "You. Are. A. Thrall. A slave. You had the chance to run away. I gave it to you little pampered lioness. Instead you choose to come. It was your choice. Now you must accept and deal with it."

"You should care. He could order to have you killed if the circumstances warranted it, and the orders would be followed. Listen well thrall. You told him I was your master. I will not put my position in this pride in jeopardy just for you. You will behave as appropriate to your position until such a time as you can advance." He let his cold gaze at her display of anger show he was unimpressed by it. Bousvor let skepticism show on his face that she really was a diplomat. "Indeed, then why did you run to me little lioness?"

As she stood there defiant, he thought it was a shame she'd been captured instead of trying to fight her way in. She wouldn't be here now if she'd won an askorun. The problem was could she? At this point he doubted it.

Bousvor tilted his head warningly. "Insults got you here. Do not make the same mistake again." She was lucky that he was not so uptight about rank and ones 'proper' place according to that rank. He could tolerate or ignore most insults thrown at him when there was nothing else at stake. The tawny male hadn't lied when he said he wouldn't take a fall for her though. If orders came down for her to be disposed of and he ordered to do it for his honor there was no question. He would regret it, for the taking of a life, but he would do it.

He watched her a moment then sat back down. Pretending to ignore her while he settled his haunches though he watched her from the corner of his eye. His eyes glanced up at the sky and watched a bird over head, then glanced around at the few lions moving about near them. "Oh I don't know if you've earned the right to that knowledge yet." He flicked his ear. Clearly this was repayment for her attitude and a bit of a test.

Bousvor mightily wished that there was a way for a thrall to try to do an askrorun. If she could win one fair and square then she'd be off his paws and not his problem. Unfortunately for her, and him, that wasn't the case. So he had to deal with her. At least her tantrum had ended.

He arched his brow at her attempt at being feminine. "Should you choose to attempt that on a male, and he chooses to take you up on your offer do not come running to me." Bousvor tried not to chuckle lest he give away the game. She should be able to figure out what he was saying there.

There was one way. One could challenge one of higher rank and if you won then you got that rank. Bousvor eyed her considering. "Consider the information a reward for a good job done for the captain." He hoped it would be enough to keep her in line until her task was done. Then he could tell her. If her behavior remained good, he may even decide to help her. Though he doubted she'd consider his help very helpful.