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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 6:25 pm
Yessenia tossed a lock of her mane out of her eyes so that she could see the ocean for what it truly was. A very large, very ridiculous, salty mess. As she looked out upon the great waters from her cliff side perch the female couldn't help, but to dwell upon the oceans. It was a lot like her family right now; so strong and full of promise, but filled with more darkness than understanding.
All thanks to Mitra and her damn womb.
Had her step-mother not given birth then Yessenia might have had a chance to get rid of the hag. Now she was stuck with not only her, but the four siblings she was now "blessed" with. Bah. They'll be useless just like their mother. They needed more backbone in their family and with her sisters working along side Mitra there would be no help from them. Her father, Gods bless his soul, was suckered into it by a pretty face. Males were just as ridiculous as a body of water you couldn't drink from.
Now that she was properly fed, Yessenia was a rather fetching lioness. She was large, both by structure and sheer weight, with eyes as hard as the stone she sat on. Her white mane had a slight kink to it due to the sea air, which seemed to annoy her to no end. It seemed that little these days could please the pudgy lioness.
What she needed was order, but there wasn't a male around to give it to her. She wanted very little in life; a strong male to provide for her, cubs, and never to life a paw for hard labor. Was that too much?
What more could she expect from a pride that taught their females to fight?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 2:36 am
 The large, scar-covered Captain walked with an easy, powerful stride. Thickly manned head held high as he scanned the beach ahead. The chill salty wind whipped through his mane and ruffled his dark brown fur, revealing and yet concealing the male’s hard muscled frame. Fresh wounds littered the Captain’s shoulders and one slashed across his cheek. Clearly he had been lucky to keep his eye in the encounter, and yet his walk held a lazily swagger as if he knew no one could or would challenge him. He was infamous not only in the pride itself, but all around. His violence matched only by his intelligence and bravery. Those that loathed him spoke of his vile ways and vicious temper. But those that revered him talked of his dedication, drive and determination. He was Stormborn, and he made sure everyone knew it.
For the time being he was alone, and thought he easily spotted the lioness resting on her rock further along the shore, he was intent on his destination. Striding directly out into the sharp cold of the waves he started to bathe.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 9:25 am
The rather moody lioness had been off in her own world of misforunate musings when she saw the most gorgeous creature she had ever seen. He may as well have been a God for all the hopes he embodied for her. Yessenia leaned forward, moving a half step so that she could better see the bathing male. He walked with the confidence of someone who knew their place in the world, knew it well, but wanted more. It was positively thrilling. She barely realized the girlish sigh that had escaped as she took in each and every little detail about him. The wounds, fresh from a fight...the swagger, and his size...
The very sight of him distracted her so much that Yessenia was slow to realize just who he was. "Captain Ragnvard", she murmured. Her paws were already moving underneath her so that she could join him on the beach. Captain's were the best of the best, and his violent streak didn't bother her in the least. So long as he attacked her then she couldn't care less about what he did to others.
She had to have him.
Yessenia's own swagger was blended with a natural sashay. The effects of her own seduction was minimized simply because of the sheer amount of cocky self confidence in her stride. She may have been on the prowl, but Yessenia would be damned if he thought she was anything less than a Goddess herself. "It's a good day to die, Captain Ragnvard. Would you mind if I joined you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:04 am
The biting chill of the storm-tossed waters barely bothered him, so used was he to the violent weather of their homeland. But it did the job of closing up his freshest wounds and washing away the blood staining his russet coat. Ragnvard wasn’t actually a vain lion, he was simply supremely confident in his own abilities and knew there were very few in the pride itself who could match him. And that in itself was more important and more attractive than looks alone.
Ducking his head under the water to soak his mane he stood and turned as the female approached, having seen her watching him earlier. Gold eyes watched her attentively as he grinned, the expression lazy. “It is indeed..” He nodded to her greeting, watching her with interest. It was clear she had something on her mind, so few lions risked interacting with him out of general sight of the rest of the pride. “I would certainly not turn away a beautiful lady like yourself. How may I be of service, Yassenia?” Turning round in the water the large male was lower down the slope than her, but still he towered tall, the waves breaking against his flanks yet unable to move his muscular frame despite the unstable stones under his paws. Her name purred in his deep roar-roughened voice, proving he already knew who she was. Ragnvard always made sure he knew everyone of interest in the pride.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 12:44 pm
Yessenia's indigo gaze sized up the water soaked male before her as one would a prey beast. A particularly large, very promising prey beast...If she could sink her claws into this one then she would be set for life. All she had to do now was market herself in just the right light so he wouldn't be able to resist.
"You flatter me...but please, do go on." She grinned, "I can't help, but to be greedy with the compliments of strong males. Even in a pride like this I haven't be able to find any that impress me half as much as you." Even as he moved closer with that looming frame of his, Yessenia was already closing the gap herself. The way he said her name absolutely melted the lioness on the inside, and it showed. She gave a soft little gasp, and her eyes seemed to shine. He knew of her; of course he did, all the males should. Anyone in power should know of her family, but it made her advances all the sweeter just to hear the validation. Yessenia was no ordinary Freeborn b***h, and she wouldn't be treated as one.
"I'm a selfish girl, Captain, but if you'll indulge me..." She moved so close that all he would barely have to lean forward to touch her. "...I would very much like to help ease your aches...or even give you more." Her voice was low, huskier than a smaller female, but laced in her seduction.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 3:09 am
Her rapt study of him was deeply amusing. He was a fighter, but he was not blind and knew that many of the pride females enjoyed the look of him and indeed many had enticed him to stay the night in their dens. Who would be so callus as to refuse such a request? Certainly not him. And he was always certain to provide everything they could possibly desire. He allowed himself a small bit of pride over the fact that no one had ever complained of his performance, and indeed many had returned to him at a later date. It was incredibly obvious that this female desired the same from him and he was happy to oblige. There was nothing nicer after a good fight and a successful viking than to enjoy the warmth of a lioness’s adulation.
“Her words teased a rare laugh from the large Captain, head dipping in acknowledgment of her truth. “Then my colleagues are blind, or fools… though that is not news.” He gaze a dismissive flick of his tail at the mention of the pride’s other captains but his focused stayed cantered on the large pink lioness. Her desire was clear as day as she moved forward, her rich sultry voice purring suggestively. Grinning in return he closed the distance between them. “I must thank you for your compliment. Though I am just a Captain doing his best for his pride.” Ragnvard truly believed his methods, his ways, would strengthen the Stormborn, make the pride one to fear all across the land. It was his goal to expand the boarders of their home and to subjugate their neighbours. They were the strongest and most righteous, blessed by the Storm Gods themselves. Those other prides were directionless, weak and pitiful. He would bring order to their lands and make them strong.
Purring low in his throat he lowered his head until their muzzles were barely a whisker apart, and a sharp indrawn breath would bring them together. His breath hot as he murmured to her, his voice rough and husky, a deep rumble that was almost more felt than heard. “There is nothing wrong with being a bit selfish, m’Lady. I would enjoy that very much….”
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 6:23 am
She couldn't have been more pleased if she were handed full control of the pride by her groveling sisters. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Her groveling sisters and her step-mother. Instead of softening her, life had taken what sweetness remained in Yessenia and buried it deep within. Some day it might back a come back, but right now it was simply too emaciated to stand a chance against her rage.
His laughter took what worries she had and washed them away with the tide. "They're too soft for my tastes." What males she had spoken too weren't tough enough for her, and all the females were far too masculine. Were the roles reversed in this pride? It was simply chaos! A chaos that Ragnvard seemed immune too..."Oh come now, you mustn't be modest. You've gone against the tide to bring this place up to snuff. I admire that in a male." She didn't know everything on his agenda, but Yessenia was sure that she knew enough to know the Captain. Were Thralls any different from the Kajira of her home land? The only thing that separated them were the titles. If a male didn't stand up and take what was his, then who the hell would?
And if she didn't take what would be hers, then what the hell would she end up with? Some wimpy male that calls himself Reaver? Pft! "Then all I need is a little promise from you." Her voice wasn't nearly seductive enough to cover the wheedling, needy tone. "Promise me that whatever happens won't just be for one night...There is never too much of a good thing in my eyes." Of course, with the way she said it, the words came out far too casual for her purposes. What she intended was locking him down, but her words said something far more...physical.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 7:55 am
His grin only widened as she spoke, her scathing tone and disparaging remarks about the rest of the pride were certainly in line with his own opinions. Many of the reavers were useless, too simple or weak to make effective warriors. And the females? If they could fight hard enough to be reavers, or if they were good mothers, that was fine, but otherwise, they just took up time and food, and distracted his band. Though some, like this precocious lioness, had other uses… Ones that Ragnvard was quite content to take advantage of. Chuckling at her admonishment he shrugged, but his gold eyes glittered with humour. “Very well, then I shall simply say that I have a long way to go until this pride is as powerful as it can be. But it will happen, one way or another.” He was supremely confident in his ability to steer the Stormborn to their rightful place amid the other prides.
Ears pricking as she set our her terms he tipped his head, giving her a long, considering look. It was unusual that a lioness demanded he be available for further trysts, but if that was what she desired, he could easily oblige. Allowing a lazy, confident smirk to curl across his maw he shifted forwards, pressing his hard body further against her, drawing her in. “Agreed…”
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 11:01 am
Oh yes it will. Once the pride was at it's peak, Ragnvard would be at the top and she would be at his side. Yessenia didn't care what she had to do to secure that spot, either. 'Love' didn't matter when it came to position. She wanted the sort of security and comfort that came with being attached to a male in power. Once she had that, she could leave her ridiculous sisters behind and take her father somewhere better.
Her grin couldn't have been broader if she'd tried. Excellent! All she had to do now was work to please him, and with the way he was looking at her, that didn't seem like it was going to be too difficult. Stepping in, Yessenia brushed her cheek against his before turning to walk away from the coast line. "Come on then. I don't like to be kept waiting," Her tone was playful, borderline ecstatic.
Her future couldn't have looked brighter.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 1:55 pm
Unaware of her ulterior motive that she thought she had made clear but had actually been lost in her clear obsession with his body, the Captain chuckled at her brash order, but for once he simply grinned and stepped out of the ocean, pausing to shake himself free of excess water before following the bold female back up the beach.
"Right behind you.." He purred, grinning. This was turning into a very good day indeed.
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