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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 1:49 pm
The older lioness disapproved. Asmar could tell that easily enough. It was a tone and an expression that older females had been giving her all her life. And true, the striped lioness was not a fighter...but it was an art she would love to learn, if only to defend and protect herself. She had no designs on this Hroarr, simply wanted to be certain she was hearing correctly, that this was a male who respected lionesses for their own skills and merit.
Asmar had found herself doing things she hated, but were necessary to her survival. Things she might not have had to do were she still in the Ukuucha'wafalme. Things she did gladly because she was independent. As long as she wasn't a thrall, she had no qualms about doing dirty work. She would never ever put herself in the position of a possession, having escaped it once already.
"I would like to meet him, yes," she told the white lioness. "If hunting is the price of that meeting, I'll gladly pay it." There were a lot of things she might have done, hunting was a fairly cheap way to be assured of an interview.
"My name is Asmar," she introduced herself at last.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 6:25 pm
"Well, Asmar," Isi began, turning to head in the direction she'd indicated. "My name is Isibeal, and although you will have some small authority over me when the Captain accepts you as a reaver, right now you are still just a rogue. So, while I can, I am ordering you to follow me." She cast a smirk over her shoulder, tail waving amusement and softening the haughty words. It was admittedly nice to have someone to talk to who was neither fellow thrall nor of more importance than herself, but clearly that wasn't going to last.
"Come on, let's go find some dinner for the others." She broke into a lope, going over in her mind what she'd tell Hroarr. It wasn't exactly as if he'd sent her out with the anticipation of her recruiting reavers. She suspected it wasn't entirely proper, not at home, anyway. How odd to realize that she was already thinking of the pride's territory as home. Ah well, she'd come to accept this was her lot in life. Perhaps, if she saved someone's life, she'd be granted Freeborn right. Until then, she'd just have to struggle along. Right now, that meant food, then introductions, before going right back to her usual mundane chores. Such was the life of a thrall!
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 6:29 pm
A genuine smile cracked over Asmar's face at Isibeal's words. She certainly couldn't blame the older lioness for relishing the chance to order someone else around. Nor did she see any reason to treat the white lioness as a slave when it was clear that Isibeal had experience and wisdom that many lions (such as Asmar) lacked.
The brown lioness followed willingly, excited for the hunt. As she went, she made a promise to herself.
Should she end up joining these Stormborn, she would never treat a thrall the way the Ukuucha'wafalme treated their banu and kajira. They deserved better than that.
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