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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 11:08 pm
Balia =
Angra =
Angra was wandering again, this time with a purpose. He was headed in one direction and that direction was the demon pride. “Balia.” He huffed in a very excited mood. His eyes’ were heavy, but he was to into where he was going to sleep. He had known that she’d be getting old enough soon for more than just their cuddly relationship and he was just ready for that ‘more’.
“Here Angra comes ‘more’.” He stated in a growly, gruff tone. His tail swiftly thwapped away flies buzzing here and there as he entered the territories borders. He yawned occasionally and decided since he was finally here, now would be the time to rest. He hadn’t told her he was coming, but his scent was very distinct.
Finding Angra was no problem when Balia got wind that there was a strange male napping within the Aikanaro'hini borders, one of distinct reds with greens mixed in. It had taken her some time to travel from the inner sanctum of the pride to where Angra had been resting, so at the very least he had gotten himself a semi-decent nap before she reached him. Standing there in front of him, she watched him for several minutes before deciding he needed to wake his a** up. She grabbed a small stone laying nearby and plunked it on the top of his head with little effort, enough to wake him up, but not enough where he'd have a small bump on his head and a possible concussion.
Since the last time Balia and Angra had come face to face she had practically tripled in size, a little bigger than the average adolescent lioness, mostly from her training and her want to make sure that however the encounter Angra and her had agreed on played out, she messed up him or winded him so damn good that he was straining to simple to get on top of her. She was quite the devious lioness in that way. She didn't care if she won or lost, as long as she beat him up something awful.
"Angra," Balia said, her head quirking to the head slightly, electric yellow eyes starring down at him patiently.
Angra was startled, at first by light paw steps that crowded him in a daze of sleepyness, then a small thump and familiar voice. Balia’s voice, it wracked him for a moment, almost as if he’d forgotten where exactly he was. She was standing above him and as he raised his sleepy head to get a better look at her he couldn’t help the growing grin on his muzzle.
“Well well Balia..” He cooed pleasantly. She’d certainly become one fine piece of meat, something he could just pounce and love right then and there, but he held back, something he’d never really done before, she was special meat, he couldn’t just jump her. “You are still mine right...” His sleepyness was drifting away, brain clearing and eyes wide open. He even pushed himself up to sitting, he proudly sitting a good head-ish taller than her still, but he could imagine she’d be nearly matching, if not matching in height when she was full grown.
Even with her size she was slender, and beautiful. A real power house.
"Who else's would I be, Angra?" She asked, her nostrils flaring a tad at his question. He knew full well she was still his, if she wasn't she wouldn't have even ventured out here at all. Instead he'd have the border's defenders breathing down his neck to shove him out of the pride. Even if she wasn't his any longer, she probably wouldn't let that scenario happen. Balia was a lioness of integrity and pride, she would dump him face to face and force him off the lands herself, but since that wasn't the case...
She moved forward with one graceful little swoop and licked the bridge of his nose back to his forehead with a slight purr rumbling within her chest. She wasn't a tiny cub any longer, and could properly groom him and show him affection, though the latter would be up to her own discretion and whether or not he managed to royally piss her off in some way, shape or form.
"What's the special occasion, Angra?" She asked, coyness dripping from her every word as she addressed him, "It's unlike you to actually come looking for me. Usually it's the other way around."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 6:08 am
Angra was almost to a giggle as she told him exactly what he wanted to hear. "Well, stupid question or not, but with how beautiful you've grown.. from cub to now Balia.. you're the gem of this Savannah..." He purred as he felt her tongue press to the bridge of his nose. His heart gave a great heave and began a new drumming pattern.
"No special occasion.. can't a lion come back and visit the lioness of his dreams?" He said with a grin, his grin spoke teasing, his eyes screamed something else, affection, a mix of pure want and a shiny sparkle of need. He was happy yet again, no other female made him this way, regardless how he tried and needless to say, he tried.
"Balia, how about a day out with me? We can catch something nice and all that?" He knew if he said, 'I'll catch you something nice' it may or may not set off alarms, he knew she was a strong, very independent young lioness and he assumed that is why he liked her so much. He could actually LIVE life with her and if need be she could definitely take care of herself.
"So how bout it? I promise we won't go far." He smiled.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:59 am
"You can take me as far as you'd like," Balia stated, a smirk spreading fiendishly across her face at his suggestions. She was no longer a cub or juvenile, not needing the protection of the pride wherever she decided to roam. She didn't even need Angra's protection if she didn't wish for it, not that she would tell him that; she wanted him to feel useful somehow.
"I wouldn't mind the change of pace, Angra. They won't miss me too much, what with the influx of little ones running a muck," Balia said, waving a paw dismissively at the thought that anyone aside from her father, and maybe Koin, would actually care if she left the pride lands for a day or a few. As long as she came back in one piece no one would be any the wiser to her comings and goings, that is unless a dispute needed resolved, in which case she'd be expected to attend considering that was her desired position in the pride. That didn't happen too often, though, so she figured the likelihood of her being looked for was slim to none.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:24 am
Angra watched her closely, watched her thinking, watched her lips move to probably say something important. Just like any other typical man she found the female fascinating and without though grasped for straws, when no words would come he tackled her, what better than a play wrestle to ease a mood.
"Relax Princess, your mind is racing no matter how easy your words come out.. or sound. Stop thinking and just dooo!" He smiled savagely and bit down lightly on her shoulder, a playful manner with a little aggression, just the way he liked it.
"Know of anywhere nice nearby? If not I will find us a place. My memory and mind are playing with e right now." He said slowly and happily.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:43 am
Balia gave him a growl as she turned and bit him back, a little harder than he did, but not in anger, just play. She liked rough play, regardless of who it was from, so long as they knew their boundaries. She didn't want to be a scarred beast, after all. It didn't suit her. She was much prettier unscathed.
Smiling, Balia let go of Angra and rolled her shoulders a bit, "I know a place nearby. Hidden from most."
Balia rolled in his skin a tad, one of those special things cats of all shapes and sizes could do. She pulled herself away from Angra and trotted off a bit, stopping to look back to him. She smirked, her tail flicking back and forth as her hips shifted from side to side, and a deep purr escape from her lips "Follow me."
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