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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:06 pm
 Mopani adored the cubs Tazira had borne for the both of them, but she had been thinking more and more that she would like to have some. She knew Tazira would be delighted to expand their brood. Unfortunately, while Tazira would be Mopani's number one choice for a genetic father to the cubs, that wasn't possible. That left Mopani with plenty of unappealing choices amongst the Stormborn males, the absolute foulest of which was Taraxa. He had Tazira's genes, but the idea of ... of ... No. So Tazira had brought up the idea of Tyr. Mopani still felt vaguely queasy about the whole process, but at least the thought of it didn't make her want to claw her own brain out of her ears. The pale lioness made her way towards Tyr's den, trying to calm her flustered nerves. Tyr had agreed to this. They could just get it done with quickly, and then Mopani could flee back to her own den. She halted outside Tyr's den, clearing her throat. "Uh. Tyr?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:23 pm
 Tyr had been restlessly waiting for Mopani to approach. He'd given it great thought, and in the end he'd come to the decision that it would be best to wait for her to seek him out. It would be best that way, so as to not come off as seeming overtly eager - a rutting beast. His own father. "Mopani," he called softly, his hulking form becoming visible in the mouth of his den. He had the blood of the Firekin in him, as told by his mother, and that was what gave him his great size. It wasn't because his own father was fat, lazy and slobbish. Tyr cleared his throat. "Come in. I just cleaned." This was going to be awkward, wasn't it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:33 pm
Mopani skulked inside the den, casting suspicious glances at Tyr. Once inside she looked around, with an expertly critical eye. Against all expectations, it was indeed clean. It was almost disappointing. She had half-expected Taraxa's repulsive mountains of rubbish strewn hither and yon. "So, Tazira told me you agreed to our ... deal," Mopani said bluntly. No sense beating around the bush, was there? Tazira had been so thrilled, and Mopani really was looking forward to bearing cubs with her dear mate's blood, but the longer she looked at Tyr the more nauseous she felt. It wasn't that he was ugly, or dirty, or offensive in any way ... it was just that he was one of her masters, and she had come to loathe all of the Stormborn males. Mopani's usual expressions in the presence of Stormborn menfolk varied between distaste, revulsion, and careful blankness. It was difficult to overcome the instinct to scowl at Tyr, but she tried her best to smile. The result was a pained grimace that made her look as though she was in the throes of a terrible gas attack.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:15 am
Tyr looked as docile as possible; he'd grown very attentive to the ways of females, and he could tell that Mopani was not pleased - or at the very least, she found the situation barely tolerable. He dropped his giant, shaggy head and spoke softly. "Of course I agreed," Tyr replied, canting his head to the side as he watched the tawny lioness stalk about his den. "She said that it would mean a lot to the both of you. I know that you likely find me repulsive - I am my fathers son, and you are his thrall - but I honestly only want to help my aunt - and you." That being said, Tyr gestured towards a small, flat slab of wood; there were two piles. One of mint, one of berries. "For you, if you like," he offered her a soft smile.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 4:25 pm
Mopani watched Tyr suspiciously as he spoke. The huge lion was much more well-spoken than Taraxa, that was certain. He also seemed ... well, humble, although humble was not normally a word Mopani associated with the Stormborn. She was a little taken aback at him calling himself repulsive, as well. It was almost as though he could read her thoughts!
The mention of Taraxa brought a scowl to her face immediately, but she tried to smooth her brow when he offered her refreshment. She wasn't normally one to indulge herself, but it was polite of him to ask. It also might make this meeting a little more bearable.
"Thank you," she said stiffly, moving towards the wood to select a few sprigs of mint for herself. She associated berries firmly with drunken males lolling around being disgusting, but she had seen a few well-mannered females enjoy mint from time to time. It seemed like the most ladylike option. Perhaps because of her nerves, the mint seemed to soothe her almost from the first chew. "I have to admit, you're slightly less repulsive than Taraxa." She gave him a crooked smile.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 10:10 am
"I consider that to be the highest form of praise," Tyr smiled easily as he watched her approach the mint. When she did not partake of the berries, Tyr lifted a paw.
"I'll be honest, Mopani. My nerves are shot. I'm ... I've never done such a thing on demand if that makes sense. In fact," he lowered his voice, "I've only done this once before. It is how I came back to the pride with my beautiful daughters."
He moved closer to the lioness, though he did not reach out to her.
"It took a lot of strength for my aunt to speak to me about this. I admire her for that. She's often a bit too bold, and a thorn in my father's side, but in truth he does bring these things upon himself."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 2:49 pm
Tyr's admission that he was nervous as well put Mopani at her ease somewhat ... but was immediately counteracted by him talking about his past experiences. Hurk. While Mopani was having a difficult time picturing this particular lion ravaging any unsuspecting females, she had very dark opinions of most Stormborn males.
Trying to put such stomach-churning thoughts aside, Mopani forced herself to be still as Tyr moved towards her. The mention of her beloved mate helped her focus. This was for Tazira. Tazira!
"She is bold, and wise, and very beautiful," Mopani said firmly. "Taraxa is horrid." She narrowed her eyes, assessing Tyr. His fur looked like Taraxa's, but his mane was closer in color to Tazira's lovely tailtuft. "You look to have more of Tazira in you." This was the greatest compliment she had ever bestowed upon any male. Mopani took a few grudging steps towards Tyr.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 3:10 pm
Tyr's mouth drooped slightly when Mopani moved closer. He'd been trying so hard to play it cool, to keep his calm, to not fall back into a submissive puddle of tubby lion. It was hard, but he managed. It was so important to him to make sure that this went easy for Mopani. He'd probably made the wrong choice in talking about his other sexual encounter, but he'd hoped that it would just help her understand how difficult and anxiety-inducing this was for him.
"Thank you," he mumbled, shuffling his paws. "I'm ... I hope that.. well."
He cleared his throat.
"This won't take long."
Oh, way to go, Tyr. Way. To. Go.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 4:19 pm
This won't take long.
Mopani rolled her eyes, and then, helplessly, she laughed. This Tyr, while tainted with his association to Taraxa the Vile, wasn't all that bad. If she'd met him before being captured by his repugnant father she might even have liked him.
With an effort, Mopani stifled her laughter. Males could be so sensitive about the silliest things. "I thought you Stormborn were all bragging and boasting," Mopani said, looking at Tyr a little more kindly.
The lioness took another spring of mint and swallowed it in one gulp. Down the hatch. Time to get busy. "Well, let's do this then."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:13 pm
"I don't have anything to brag or boast about," Tyr replied mildly as he watched her eat the last of the mint. To bolster his courage, he tucked back a few of the berries. Chewing them slowly, Tyr watched Mopani with something akin to outright terror when she brought them back to their original purpose.
The small talk had been so nice, though.
With a feeble smile, Tyr cleared his throat. He could do it. He would do it. No matter how many tries it took.
Gods, please let it take only one try.
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