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OOC: Wall o' text again, and Mouse kept poking me... Art ate me up 8D;;

The priestess shrugged. "If her mother named her, I've not paid attention to what it was." Frankly, if she could get away with it, she'd call them all Thrall. The only one she'd TRULY paid attention to the name of was Anundr. She gave a bit of a sneer at the prospect, "Perhaps you could ask her when you get back home... It'd be as good a method as any..." She motioned. "After all, Amaranth came with a name." What did she care, personally, if more than the one they were keeping even had a name?

The dark lioness began to open her mouth to protest that her cubs had names... Then stopped, closing it again. It wouldn't do well to get smacked for talking out of turn right now.



Susu smiled at Azrael, crossing her paws. "I wouldn't know the delima of a small litter, I'm afraid..." She'd have to restort to cub theft more often... It made things a lot EASIER. She wasn't entirely sure her body had even recovered from her litter. She glanced to Drifa, then back to Azrael, then back to Drifa again. She WAS clearly interested in the little loud-mouth... She scratched at her throat with a forepaw. "Well, if you want the little furball, Drifa... I will relent on the one, and you may take him." She shoved the cub toward the lioness. "Congratulations. No returns."




Her gaze turned to Phosphor, a dark smile spreading on her face. "A weak Thrall could stand to learn a lesson from somebody younger on how to be a GOOD Thrall." She pushed the pale cub over. "Consider him yours, Phosphor!" She had confidence in his ability to train the cub. While she'd never known his present adult Thrall's history, or might never know, whatever had gone on in their past together had turned the white lion into an obedient Thrall.



She watched sadly as three of her cubs were placed in new homes - New masters. This left two, her oldest that would stay home, and her youngest, Olaf. What would become of little Olaf? She glanced at the group, looking to the other Thralls, before her eyes fell on a new face. She was certainly a lioness with a striking marking - Like her chest had been ripped open to spill blood as somebody went for her heart. It was almost perfect to see such a marking right now, and she tenderly pulled Olaf close, grooming his pink mane.



The priestess' ears folded back as the Thrall addressed her - Such a spine this one had! "Bousvor, I would have hoped that would have been trained out of her by now. She's a poor influence on other Thralls if she addresses those above her so BOLDLY and IMPOLITELY." She shifted, claws pricking the dirt just a bit as she returned the nod to the Reaver. His apology was accepted. "Clearly she is a stubborn one..." Much like her family's own Thrall...

Brown eyes lit up and the priestess rose as she spied Lucivar. "Ah, Captain Lucivar! You grace us with your presence!" She motioned to the last two cubs, the oldest of which having rejoined his mother and brother. "I am doling out cubs, yes. There's only one left available, though. The one with the pink hair there."

In his mother's paws, Olaf peeked out... And promptly shrank down. He was used to Reavers, Freeborns, and the crazy lady, as well as the presence of other Thralls. A title like captain made him nervous. So did all these lions, really. The longer they were around, the more he feared. What would become of him, as his brothers and sister were sent off? He spared a glance at his remaining brother, not wanting to part with him... Not yet.

Ensis nodded silently in reply to Susu's lack of interest in what the young cub's mother might have named her. It wasn't what he'd have done in the same position, but who was he to judge another's choices? Besides, he had not been that long in this pride, and the little lioness was his first thrall.

"I see," he answered. "My thanks." Then the white male turned his attention to the little girl now before him.

"Come, and we shall see you to your new home." The matter of a name could wait until they were in private.



The Reaver had been passing by when she heard the noise of many lions talking at once and saw the crowd. Intrigued, the striped lioness came closer. It seemed, once she listened a bit more, that the Priestess was giving away cubs. Thrall cubs, to be specific. Asmar currently had no Thralls herself, not after that damnable lion from her birth pride had escaped. The injury to her pride still smarted and brought a snarl to her face as she thought about it.

Still, Hroarr had pointed out many of the ways she'd gone wrong and the lioness had to agree that maybe - just maybe! - she'd been too cruel. But who was to say he wouldn't have done the same to her if she'd been given to him, as if she were no more than a possession, as a banu?

But a cub now, a cub born to be a Thrall wouldn't have any of those associations, at least not for Asmar. So maybe, the Reaver grudgingly admitted to herself, she'd have less reason and interest in being cruel.

Shouldering other lions and their Thralls aside, Asmar made her way to the front of the crowd.

"Looks like you've still got at least one to get rid of," she observed a little louder than necessary. "I'll take him off your paws."

As the Priestess explained which of the tiny balls of fur was the one available, he watched the two boys, nodding slowly.

"I take it he is healthy and weaned?" He may be a male, and a Captain, but Lucivar did know the basics of cub rearing, if only because he saw mothers and their young around the pride between Vikings. And of course, he still possessed vague memories of his own cubhood, for all that it was a lifetime ago.

Stepping forwards, ignoring the pushing and shoving going on all around, he bent his head to regard the tiny pink-headed cub up close. Lifting pale blue eyes he regarded the mother. She looked heart-broken and scared so he gave her a brief small smile, and for all that he was a large, muscular Captain heavy with scars, the expression was, if not soft, at least it was reassuring.

"I'll take the boy. Though understand he will receive more Reaver training with me than he might with some other lion. I need a useful thrall, and once grown he will accompany me on many Vikings. For that, I require him to be strong and to be able to protect himself and any winnings I acquire. He will also be in charge of freshly captured Thralls." There was no need to state the fact that new thralls could be very violent, and the pink haired boy would be required to be able to subdue and control them for long periods of time until the party arrived back at the pride.

In the Priestess wished for a more pride-bound education for the cub, Lucivar would probably not be the correct owner for him. But if she was happy for the kid to be properly educated in warfare alongside the typical Thrall education, then Lucivar would be the perfect choice.

Looking again at the terrified cub he tipped his head. Yes, he could see this one being very useful... He rather hoped the Priestess agreed.

(Sorry this is a little late, I had the flu)

Bousvor

Bousvor kept an eye on Kisu as she started to get to her feet. If she decided to continue, he would deliver another lesson. Thankfully though, she was quite subdued. He regretted it had come to this between them. There would be some strain and high tensions until it got worked out.

He nodded his consent and turned his attention back to the cubs. After a few moments the tawny lion rose to his feet and padded away.

OOC: Here are the lists! Now is the time to let me know if everything looks good xD Just post and I'll quote-fix ~

The boy
1. SilverLutz - Tjener
2. ChaosTheories - Gulloye
3. DragonsRage24 - Amarog

The girl
1. magnadearel - Therese
2. mouselet - Vurts
3. Velveteen Angel - Kirsi (Excuse me as this one makes me giggle for the mom's name xD )
4. Tanakako - Ásta

And now the girl!

*Edit*

I'm glad the name amused you! It made me giggle too! =P

Congrats to the winners! <3

(( Oh awesome! I'll have to catch up here to see where he ended up. 8D

edit - Who coloured these babies?))