She was laid out over the top of a rock outside of their den, enjoying the peace while it lasted. It was a twisted game, the one her... pad played. She had gotten used to being beaten on an almost daily basis, because she simply refused to give in completely, ever. It was only almost, though, though the scars littering her body were proof enough of this.
As she laid there watching the sun sink, wondering if Anga would come looking for anything else that evening or if she'd actually get to rest. Not entirely likely. They hadn't had a row yet all that day, she'd done as asked and gone hunting when told, so there was a chance he'd be looking for a fight tonight.
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Angani'mla had spent the day hunting, among other things. It wasn't out of need. On the contrary, he was well fed and un-wanting. Spending a day without the use of his claws, however, was something he refused to do. It was a habit, in a strange way. Having grown up with continuous training from strong parents, one a goddess, to relax, to be lazy, well...it wasn't something within his skill set.
He'd gone off an killed himself an ostrich, tricky pray to say the least. The birds were stupid looking and ugly, but they had a powerful kick that could break his bones if he let it. It had been somewhat challenging, within a reasonable entertainment level. Satisfied he returned to his den and spotted one of the reasons an ostrich had been his victim. One of his females lay perched above the den.
"Resting up I hope?" He asked as he drew near. Despite the words, the intent wasn't with emotional concern. He had decided to leave her be for the present, to make sure she was up for their next bout. It was one of his favorite pastimes, their classes. He found it was worth waiting for, for any conflicts he had with her too soon after an injury were boring. Grinning toothily up at her he decided that she'd be ready again soon. Perhaps tomorrow.
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She could smell him coming, she could always smell him coming. He often carried the scent of blood on him when he arrived, at least on days when they weren't fighting. Fixing him with an annoyed glower she turned her face away. "Go kiss the darkest part of a rhino's a**." She snorted, the end of her tail flicking flippantly. It was a customary greeting coming from her.
As much as it loathed Lela to just... accept life with her captor, she'd seen little alternative. To attempt escape meant death, more than likely, or at the least he'd beat her down until she couldn't move and drag her back again, he did so enjoy it when she put up a fight after all. Maybe a small part of her was hoping for the day when she'd actually best him in a fight, however unlikely it seemed.
