Capture of Kilinge (Tamiko-chan) by Kwea (Syrius Lionwing)
Having finally dumped that sad excuse for a slave, Kilinge found that traveling could become rather lonely without any sort of company. It wasn't that she missed Salem, it was rather that she missed having someone to boss around. But that annoying black female never shut up with her questions. Even when she told the other that wild lions shut up when they're told, Salem never failed to pipe back up with another idiotic inquiry. So finally Kili told the other lioness that wild lions don't stick with each other for more than a few days, then proceeded to dump her where she was and run off.
It might have sounded mean to anyone else, but to the white lioness she was simply doing what she had to do. She needed a slave that would tend to her every need, and that lioness was no where near capable enough for the job. Rather than feeling guilty, Kilinge felt she was doing the world a favor. Now there was an open slave position, and she'd find some other lucky idiot to fill the spot.
Suddenly smug with herself, the white lioness lifted her head high as her paws took her step by step through unfamiliar territory. She felt confident and beautiful, but she admitted silently that the strengthening smells of strange lions was beginning to unsettle her. She stopped for a moment, glancing all around her with dark eyes narrowed. Perhaps this was the place to find her new slave. Nodding and thinking positive, she continued, although her pace seemed a little rush for someone who seemingly had nothing to fear.
His coat shimmered in the sunlight, he had become in adulthood the perfect specimen of a male, his pale coat shone with health and fitness, his deep, blood red mane simply glistened and the marking of jet black which strolled down his spine couldn't have been shinier. It was then that he came upon the pale lost looking female with a grin on his maw. Dee red eyes fixed on her and he contemplated how to approach this little creature.
A first glance he knew he wanted her, he just had to claim her before anyone else saw her. Sometimes it was good to wander around alone, others not so much, today was one of those good ones. Licking his pale lips, he slips from behind a small collection of rocks and gives a slow, purring growl.
"Are you lost little pet?" He rumbles approaching her without a moments hesitation, his eyes scanning down the long length of the female, absorbing the sight of her. Oh this one was his, yes she was his already even if she didn't know it yet.
The female jumped back in surprise as she saw the other lion melt away from the rocks. She didn't know what to think of him approaching her until he called her pet. That set her temper ablaze and she let her ears fall flat against her skull, eyes narrowing at him and her tail lashing about irritably.
"I'm not your pet," she spat, not aware of what she was getting herself into. Although she was nearly incapable of defending herself physically, she continued to push her limits and get in the face of anyone that so much as thought about her the wrong way. And, judging by the way he looked her up and down, she knew that his thoughts weren't exactly pure.
"Don't look at me like that, you pig," she grumbled, making sure to keep a decent distance between the two of them. "Just... leave me alone."
Kwea gave a low chuckle as he started to circle around her, keeping his distance for the moment but making sure that she wasn't going any where. "Oh no my little dove, I wish to stay here, stay close. I think I want to keep you." He smirks, flashing his pale teeth. He had been taught how to fight and one little female wouldn't give him too much trouble. so he thought any way.
A slight growl rumbles from his chest as she calls him out, the word, pig, only applied when it was food. "You will address me properly little girl. I am Kwea, lord of my own destiny. You will not call me by such a foul name." His eyes narrow a little though he soon smiles once again. She might still come quietly.
Stepping forwards just a little so as to close the gap between them, though he continued to circle and was now closer to her haunches than her head. "You'll come with me won't you my dove? You look like a good little pet for me, a good addition to my queens."
When he began to circle her, Kilinge became really nervous. She could tell by now that he wanted something from her, and that he could easily overpower her in order to get it. "Keep me?" she repeated, somewhat shocked. No one kept her! She was a princess, and no one could own a princess. Right?
Her temper flared once more as he called her little girl. She was fully grown, perhaps older than him, and although she was brimming with youth she was no where near so petty as he was making her out to be. But she could tell that he didn't like her little nickname for him, just as she didn't like his nicknames for her. She smiled, not at all friendly, and let her tail sway behind her.
"Come with you?" she scoffed, looking at him with a disgusted expression on her face. "Princesses don't go with--" She was about to call him a pig again, but then she heard him mention queens. He called her his pet again, but if she could be a queen, that would absolutely fulfill her lifelong purpose. She was meant to be royalty, meant to be lavished and waited upon. But there was something about him that made her suspect that he didn't mean queen in the sense that she was hoping. Still skeptical, she made sure to always be facing him.
"I'm already a queen in my own right," she bluffed, knowing full well that she was lying, as she usually considered herself a princess, and not a queen. Princesses didn't have the responsibility of queens, but still got pampered. And damn it, she'd be pampered one way or another!
Kwea's eyes widened if only for a moment, he was getting a princess? He did have a deep love for royalty, he was never really sure why. Ambition ran in his veins. He snorted "Princess? You look like a lost pigeon to me, and lost pigeons have to find a home some where, don't they my dove?" He smirks again moving another step closer to her, his dark eyes still roving over he looking for the easiest way to take her in. If he had to he would simply knock her out and drag her home cave lion style...
Clearing his throat, he runs his tongue over his lips and pulls air in through his teeth. "You know, I don't usually have this much trouble little dove, usually, those like you, are so easy to bring in tot he fold, but perhaps you need a little more convincing than the others hmm? princess dove, won't you come home with me?"
He flashes his fang, this was the simplest of his warnings, he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Kilinge grew ever more offended as the male continued to insult her self-given title and call her pet names. She really was beginning to despise him, and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to get away from him. He continued to grow closer, and she was fearing that he would take drastic action in order to take her with him. But she was stubborn, and wasn't going to go easily.
"Maybe because the others you take with you don't have any brains, and will go after the first male that so much as looks at them," she growled, paws shuffling uncomfortably as she attempted to put some distance between them. She didn't want to fight, as she knew she'd lose, so she figured if she kept him away from her she would be okay. "Convincing? Have fun with that, pig," she laughed, pushing her luck even further with him. She noticed his silent threat, but she still wouldn't give in. She was the one looking for a slave, and she was in no mood for the situation to be turned against her.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
The big, blood red maned male, shook his head, his dark hair falling in to his eyes, a tutut sound echoed as he took another step closer, the hair on the back of his neck and shoulders was standing up now, showing his threat.
"Now I have asked you nicely little dove not to call me that, pigs are for eating, and I am most certainly not for eating." He stalked after her, his tail lashing back and forth behind her.
"Now I ask you one last time little princess dove, will you come with me? I don't like to be told no." He whispers, a low, rough growl echoing over his lips as he lowers his head ever so slightly ready for an attack should she deny him a third time. He wasn't one for patience really, young as he was, he demanded obedience and undying love and those whom denied him those simple privileges, deserved to be punished until they did.
"Now you WILL come with me won't you?" he grumbles, his voice low and dangerous now, he wasn't to be denied, perhaps she would take the hint.
"You haven't done anything nicely!" she retorted, not caring if she was digging herself in a hole with this one. She really didn't like the way he kept looking at her, the way that he kept calling her pet names, and the way that he wanted to take her home like some sort of prey animal for a feast.
When he mentioned that he wasn't a pig, as those were for eating, she hissed and spat once more. "You sure are acting like a pig." She continued to try and put some distance between them, but every time she stepped back, he seemed to cover the distance with another step forward. Her stomach was all tied up in knots, and she wondered if she would make it out of this alive. He seemed to want her for something, though, so she felt that her chances of coming out alive were relatively high.
"Sorry to disappoint," she growled, "but no!" Kilinge then made a break for it, hoping to escape this dangerous male by running away. Her paws ached, and her muscles screamed at her in protest after a the day's travels. She could feel her body giving up on her, and she knew that the male, who looked fresh and well-rested, could easily catch her. But she was determined, and so kept at her attempted escape.
She really didn't want to be his pet.
As she broke in to her desperate run, Kwea roared to the world, his loud, manly growl filling the air with it's dangerous, maddened sound before he sped off after her. Fit, young and healthy and simply laying around while females wait on you kept Kwea in excellent condition and various raids kept his instinct for fighting and capturing sharp.
It was fairly easy to hook Kilinge's back leg, he could see her muscles straining as she ran, she was tired from days alone, and as she went down he pounced, towering over the pale female, he rested all his weight on top of her, biting down on her shoulder blade he growled in to her ear "You will obey me!" He hisses, swiping at her face.
"You WILL return with me." His eyes narrowed to thin slits as he glared at the female beneath him. Part of him was holding back, but the sheer thought that she ran from him was boiling his blood, she disobeyed him without any real provocation, didn't he call her nice pretty names after all?
Swiping a paw across her head, no claws out, just a sort of bash across the noggin, he licks his pale lips. "You will come back with me now, won't you?"
Kilinge heard his ear-splitting roar and knew in that instant that her efforts were futile. It was all over for her, and in no time at all she could feel his breath at her back. She felt something grab at her back leg, and before she could react she was tumbling straight into the ground. The male was quick as he effortlessly put his weight upon her to keep her down. She felt his teeth dig into her fur, and she feared that his temper would cause him to kill her. Even so, she continued to struggle, squirming slightly underneath his body.
She flinched and continued to move as he kept her down and swiped at her face. She growled in return, but it was apparent that she was losing the energy to continue fighting. Her growls, though still relaying her refusal of him, were growing less and less forceful, and eventually they turned into pants that spoke only of her exhaustion.
As he hit her head, her vision began to grow blurry. She was overheating, despite her constant panting, and his swipe rattled her brain.
"I guess I have no choice, do I?" she spat, despite her situation. "Although I'd rather not go with you, pig."
Kwea growled in to her ear a low rumbling growl. "My name is Kwea you will learn it and respect it little dove. I do not take kindly to my queens disobeying me, you will learn it quickly." Lashing his tail he swats her across the head again, he was attempting to be careful now, he wanted her passed out not dead. A lioness with a broken neck would do him no good at all.
"If you call me pig again princess, I will have no problem scarring up your pale little hide until you learn I am not even remotely edible." He snorts and moves off her slightly, grabbing the ruff of her neck in his jaws he half scoops her over a paw before lowering his head and bodily tossing her over his back.
"You will call me lord Kwea, or simply Lord from hence forth dove and you will be my little dove until I see fit to remember your disobedient name." He snorts walking back towards the rocks with her slung across his back, back towards the pride with a new female in tow.
Kilinge was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness. She could still hear him, growling in her ear and mentioning his name, but no longer could her body register touch or pain. Her head moved from another hit to the head, but she uttered not a sound. She heard his threats, but none registered or caused any fear to shoot through her body. Scars seemed welcome, for she felt they were more complimenting than this brute.
"Lord," she uttered, not because she was obeying him, but because she was rather miffed at having him assert himself over her, and she felt the title didn't suit him at all.
Blinking her eyes, she realized that she was off the ground and was now being taken away upon the male's back. She stayed awake long enough to hear him snort before she finally passed out from her ordeals. She was completely unaware of the drastic change that would overcome her life when she awoke, and that she'd no longer be the princess she always claimed herself to be.
