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"Morning," he greeted with a nod. he'd been pacing atop the dune for some time. Fashionably late he really couldn't fault.

"I thought I'd start of with tales of women warriors. These are some lionesses you should come to idolize for not only their battle skill and prowess, but how they were able to maintain their femininity whilst doing so."

He sat some distance away and began;

There was once a pride that lived deep in the jungle. Once there had been some sort of civilization there before that had created from stone their own large dens(human civilization/ ruins like in jungle book =D) The makers had left some time before, and the pride had been living there for many generations. They were your classic example of a pride - one kind, one queen. Their kind was strong, but concerned himself more with the pride than with the pride's military. His queen instead, dealt with them.
She was a tall and lean lioness, so the tales go, she appeared very fragile, beautiful. They say she was never without encouragement to her troop, and a kind smile. They worked hard for her because they wanted to please their gentle yet powerful queen. They didn't fear her, though they knew her strength, but they respected her because despite her strength she was humble and kind. They say her coat was of the palest beige, and eyes as blue as the sky, but they were as sharp as her teeth and claws. No one suspected the power that lay within her, and when it came to war, that was what saved her.
One day the pride came under attack. They sent their stealthiest to commandeer the queen and hold her for ransom. She went calmly with them like expected, ushering her to their pride's side of the battle lines, and once she was there and they were unsuspecting, she slaughtered them. Between her and her warriors, so carefully and gently trained, their enemies were slaughtered.
The queen ruled well into her older years, when her maw was speckled with white and gray, and her blue eyes dulled into a cool gray blue. She still trained her troops, and though she was old, she was still kind to them, and they worked their hardest to please her. Again they were attacked, by the very remnants of the pride that had attacked them before. They had new blood, but so did the queen's troops. What the queen didn't have, was youth on her side this time. However, don't think she was going to give up so easily. She played on her femininity and age. Some say it was her best battle tactic of all. See, this time they sent their strongest warrior to face her, and kill her, rather than ransom the queen. When the warrior came face to face with her, an old lady with such a kind face and gentle smile, he could not kill her, and knowing that his treason would mean his death, he killed himself. And the queen ruled on until death took her gently in her sleep - death, the one opponent no warrior can conquer."

That was but the first story, only He wanted to see just what Azar thought of it.

He sighed, "You are supposed to see that despite the stereotype of women being delicate fragile creatures, that femininity can be key to overcoming obstacles, winning battles, etcetera... Fighting isn't all about brute strength. There are certain mind games that you have to play. Being a female does not make you feminine. If you want the upper hand in battle, to be seen as regal and truly masterful of the battle arts then you must embrace the female stereotype."

He shook his head a bit. She really was dense.
"Women are supposed to be the best at playing mind games, the best at keeping men on their toes and guessing - off balance, unsure. A gentle face but brutal claws. sweet voice but deathly tongue and even deadlier teeth... That said, there are supposedly the superior warriors because they can use everything every male biggot has said about them to their advantage."

Azar was very crude, and that Khin'del did not like at all.
"You see things as they are now. You're not sparing a thought for the future possibilities. At this very moment someone in your midst could be planning a revolt. The Firekin did not always used to be like this, no? They were even split once upon a time, am I correct? What's to say that those who were once a part of the other side aren't planning a revold, a hostile takeover. What's to say that there aren't outsiders waiting to lead an attack. You might not be leading an army, you might just be a part of it, but the way your are carrying on right now is what would assure that you. get. killed."

Really, if he wasn't trying so hard he'd leave her. Then she'd get to live a long life ALONE. After all, who would want someone like THAT!?

"You need to put away your stubbornness and be open to new ideas. I myself was raised to believe differently of females then what I've been proclaiming to you, but with an open mind, and what I have seen with my own eyes, I changed. If I was like I used to be, you would be my beaten and battered mate laying knocked up and bleeding in some den with no say as to weather or not you even wanted any part of me." It was all true. He had been a brutal male biggot before he allowed his mind to open up, and his ideals to change. "I was just as much an a*****e as you are being right now. You still think I'm being an a**, but trust me, I could be WAY worse, and if you don't wake up you are going to be spending the rest of your life miserable and alone because no one is going to want to ever be with someone like you."

Rant over.

"There you go boasting again. Are you so dense that you have not realized yet that boasting only makes you seem more and more ridiculous? You are not being honest with yourself. You have so much arrogance in you that you can't just admit that you might just be wrong."

It didn't matter how angry he was getting, he didn't let his body show it. His voice was more than enough. He didn't HAVE to display his anger. He was controlled. Azar on the other hand...

"I'm not trying to break your spirit, but make it grow. You're just too arrogant to see that. This lesson is over Azar. You failed." With that, he turned and started down the dune.