Balia = Goldenrod
Angra = Red
Balia'azima was at the edge of her pride's territory once more, practicing her pouncing games with random critters that managed to cross her path. In reality she was attempting to keep herself away from Shababa and the rest of her half-siblings. She was tired of hearing them talk about their demons and wanting nothing more than to spar back and forth.
Balia was not about sparring. Some of her siblings already had scars on them from sparring, and she didn't want those ugly things riddling her body. The unfortunate drawback of this is that she would probably never be as talented battle wise as them, but that suited her fine. She had brains, cunning and charm, and that was all she needed.
Hovering over a rabbit she had caught moments before, she rubbed a paw down it's back tenderly, playing with it, and deciding if she wanted to eat it or let it go. It was very pretty and white, and despite white being a weakling's color, she still thought it was rather attractive, like forbidden fruit.
"What to do, what to do..." She chimed, petting the bunny again.
Angra Mainyu was wandering again, he had his three little trouble makers toddling about his paws, playing whatever wild games came to mind. He huffed slightly when mock tripped and smiled pleasantly at his bright blue reminder. He stepped softly about them. His eyels wandered the terrain he recognized this area and smirked. He'd met a very smart mouthed young lioness here, a treat to his eye's though she was young. He admired the woods and his cubs a moment longer before taking them closer to the young black cubs territory. "Oh Balia..!" He called in a dainty, almost seductive tune.
Balia's head pricked up almost reflexively at the voice she heard. She swore she had heard that male lion from before, the one whom smelled of blood and death. The one who was so much demon, she wondered why he was not in their pride. The one her own demon within her craved for her to speak to.
Balia looked around for a moment, before looking back to the rabit in her paws and deciding that she was going to make it her snack. She quickly clamped down upon the white rabit's neck and strangled it, lapping at its blood and terring into its flesh as she feasted on her tiny meal.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up straight as the scent caught her nose. It was not the blood of her rabit, but that smell of that lion. What she heard had not been simply a hallucination of her hearing, it was him. Rabit in her mouth, Balia looked around harder this time, finally spotting him in the distance. What she saw next both surprised her and made her nose crinkle. He had brought cubs with him.
"Hrmnph."
"Ah there is my prized little smart alick!" He called fondly, a gruesome smile on his face, circles under his eye's spoke of no sleep, these cubs would certainly be the end of him. "Here darlings," He said as they approached her, he eye'd the rabbit mildly and then looked away. " this is my friend Balia, Balia, this is Kizi, Jini, and Croa." He smiled again, semi fondly, but exhausted. He had for the moment been worn down quite a bit. "How have you been little darling?"
Prized little smart alick. It was a new turn, before he had wanted to chomp down on her. Apparently Balia's smack to his face jogged his brain slightly, at least that's what she figured.
Balia strode up to Angra, head held high, rabit still in her mouth. She looked over Kizi, Jini and Croa before setting the rabbit down before Angra, and nudged it to him, cleaning her face quickly.
"It's nice to meet you three. Are you demons like your daddy?"
It wasn't hard for Balia to deduce that they were Angra's children. They smelled exactly like him, and even if he had stolen cubs from someone else, it would take literal weeks for their original smell to wear off; also they looked just like him.
He smirked and accepted the catch with a welcome sniff and good crunching snap, not thinking twice about the bones. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed with a pleased growl at the end. "I'd like to think they are." He laughed heartily and nudged the left over rabbit to it's hunter deservingly. "Delicious meal, seemed as if you were expecting me, precious." He purred and flicked his tail, eying her happily, he did enjoy her ways of speech and such. Little demons, she hit the nail on the head, he made note to watch out for his daughters, he coudl imagine them attacking her, in their own ways.
"I may have been," Balia said, finishing what Angra had left for her.
Balia sniffed at Angra's children hesitantly. She was not going to be caught off guard by them. If there was anything she took from her last encounter with Angra, is that he was not above playing dirty, and flinging cubs into rocks, so she assumed his daughters wouldn't fall too far from that tree.
One yellow, one red, and one blue. The blue one struck her as odd. Angra had not a speck of blue on him aside from his eyes. She looked up to Angra and smiled sweetly, "I like her blue."
"Mm, she's the prize of my bunch." He nodded with an honored gaze to Kizi, her pelt causing his eye's to glitter with unshed tears that in moments disappeared. "Her pelt will run in many lines to come." His smirk became devilish and closer to insane then usual. His eye's gazing lustingly at Balia. He stayed silent a while and sighed softly. "It'll come." He grinned.
"That blue runs in my family too," Balia said quickly, wanting to be the focus of attention once again. Even for a cub she was the jealous type, wanting what she wanted to focus on her, even if she wasn't above everything else to them. It was only right if she thought highly of them after all.
Balia's tail flicked back and forth in slight annoyance. She must never allow him to see her sister, Shababa. She could not say for certain whether or not he would favor her sister of herself, especially if Angra loved that color. Shababa was no good for him. She was not smart, and nothing but dense brute strength.
Angra smirked lightly at his precious little one. Balia was always his beautiful little gorgeous girl. He leaned down and purred lovingly into his newest and youngest partner. "Balia, does that meaen when you're older and at my vantage.. you shall give me the blue?" He was whispering seductively into her ear. Pleased, he loved the color, missed his Mother and knew that only Balia coudl fully please his needs He would follow her for a lifetime, this he knew deep down.
Balia felt a twinge of sappyness, mostly from the demon within her, and not her herself. If she had been such a sappy person she would promise to give him all the blue in existence, but Balia knew better than to make promises she couldn't keep. Also it sounded so mushy even she felt a little sick from it. Instead she gave Angra a small eye-batt. something she had been practicing within all the other males in her pride and smile.
"You would have to take it from me first," Balia said, coyly. Boys were all the same in the end. If you dangled something they wanted infront of them, they would take it. It didn't matter if you decided whether or not to willingly submit to it, they always liked the chase better than it just falling into their laps.
Angra laughed devilishly and pulled away from his little beloved. "All in due time Princess." He purred her new pet name, through narrowed eye's his gaze was one of want, but even the terrible Angra knew where to draw his line. Surprisingly it was at the rape of young cubs. He watched his own cubs a moment, they were smaller then Balia, new borns and as new borns they looked so easy to slaughter, it made him wonder who would do that, not really thinking of himself. His mind didn't drift on that subject to long. "How is your family anyhow Balia?" He asks, gaze returning to his Princess. He smiled sweetly, only a smile for her.
"Forever growing," Was the answer she gave. Far be it from being false; her family always grew, someway and somehow. If it was not her grandmother than one of her aunts, if not them that one of her uncles came home with another batch of children. Balia was close to certain that about half the pride comprised of her family members alone, which made her wonder exactly where there had to be two kings.
"Our numbers grow more numerous and strong by the day, and will soon be enough to whipe out the neighboring pride," she prattled on idlely, as if it was nothing but boring news to her. Quite honestly it was boring news to her. She was proud of her heritage, don't get it wrong, but it was mundane and what happens after squishing the neighboring prides into oblivion and taking the remaining as slaves? It was going to be boring.
He took note of teh boredom in her voice and nodded as was necessary and smiled where needed, teh conversation had also begun to bore Angra, he knew no other way to treat a female then to rae and do away with, it oftenm made him question himself and the whys of him returning to this prides border. He figures he'd know why eventually, little did he know only his death and possible rebirth would really make him her rmate.
Deciding to fill the growing void of boredom within her, Balia turned to Angra with a look of utmost curiosity. The burning desire to inquire as to exactly how Angra came upon his children and who their mother was had been plaguing her mind since she laid eyes on them. At first she had thought perhaps he had stolen them, as Demons often did to amuse themselves, but noticing that the girls had the same markings as their father, and that Angra claimed them as his own.
"So..." Balia started, peeking back over in the girl's general direction if only for a few moments, "Their mother?"
"Was raped." He said bluntly. "Pinned, roughed and raped." He was very smug about what he had said, eye's on Balia in lust. "She tried to fend me off, tried to fight me.. made it all the better my dear Balia.. and all in due time I was gifted with minions. Seems a God up there can like me." He says with a horrible laugh.
"Their Mother is gone, has a couple more cubs I'd surely liek to capture again.. Should be a great fight should her and I meet again. A fun one if her I and meet again." He growled a moan and gazed at her. "You'll know the feeling to be taken one day Balia. "Your poor body won't know what it did to deserve what I'll be giving it." He groaned and shifted on spot, holding himself back from his treat, he had to convince himself day in and day out she was still ripening, still getting to her peak of utmost perfection, in basic, the right age.
To Balia's mind the words coming out of Angra's mouth were both disgusting and disturbing to her; however, as a Demon it wasn't something she should be surprised by. There were demons within the pride who had raped at times, though it was not openly spoken about and those who knew kept on eye on the offenders. Within their pride accosting another member in such a fashion called for retribution or punishment, so it was better just to prevent something like rape happening in the first place.
To the silent demon within Balia, Angra's words were irresistible. Something about the way he spoke and took pleasure in his actions and threats was appealing to that part of her, even if it did not directly say so. It was apparent the demon within her was far older than she was, as the excitement she felt at the prospect of his threat made her paws itch nervously on the ground.
"I don't plan on being 'taken'," Balia informed him.
"Oh?" He spoke quietly, noticing the stretch before her response. He was considering anything, more questioning if thats' what she really thought, did she really not know him well enough, or was he missing something.
"What is it you plan then Princess?" He purred softly, drifting towards her, intending to take her into something of a cuddle, pulling her to his chest. Wanting desperately to hear what she had to tell him. Explain teh scenario perhaps, what the possibilties were, was she one of those 'perfect moment' girls or more. He had a doubt filled heart that he'd get any description and eflt himself be let down before she coudl do it.
"I'm prized," Balia said as Angra pulled her close to him, a small feeling of entrapment coming over her. He was still far larger than she was and while she could pull a stunt like she had when they first met in order to escape him, she was sure he was expecting that to some degree and was therefore prepared for it.
Balia looked directly into Angra's eyes, holding her head high as she spoke. She was the Granddaughter of Verge'lian, a King of the Aikanaro'hini. She could handle herself accordingly, in any situation. With a confident tone to her voice she spoke, "In my pride I'm prized for my color, my lineage, my strength and cunning. I'm a prize, and like any prize you have to win me, you can't just take me."
Looking away from his eyes for a moment, she played with his mane, a brief pause for how she would than explain what she considered her own 'rules of engagement', "When I am of age, we will fight. If you win, you can 'take' me, your rightful prize. If I win, I'm taking you."
Either way they looked at it the outcome would be the same, the only difference is who would be the one to feel the humiliation of the other.
Angra admired her as she spoke, he held her lightly now, and felt a tingling sensation go through him as she played iwth his mane. She was the only one that made him feel truly good. "I understand you are a prize, my sweet little Balia, my only love of life.." Holdit, had he just said what he thought he'd said, admiting that almost made him shrivel up inside, but something stopped that fform happening. his heart? He coudl feel the awkward beats quicken and roval life itself. he was esquisitely happy holding her here now and coudln't question anything. "I'll fight my best, whoever comes out on top.. well we'll see." He growls playfully and nips at her ear.
Deep down he moaned, she was making him a softie, he didn't even mean for it to happen. A moment was a moment and he felt himself mentally shake it off. "Perhaps when you get that little bit older we shall do a practice run?" He giggles terribly and narrows his eye's in a playfully aggressive manner. He enjoyed a good rumble between sexes, he didn't even mean sex this time. A fight was just what he needed to really man up and tough this relationship out.
Balia was slightly surprised by Angra's choice of words but didn't allow it to show on her face. The feeling inside her, in which she called her demon, was far too pleased with what he had just said to even let Balia's surprise surface. Instead her ears flattened slightly and a coy look crept over her face.
Even at this young an age she had begun to develop her abilities as a manipulator, watching the incubi and succubi of her pride work their magic throughout it. Granted, their profession was much more than just seduction and sex, but it was the biggest portion of it and if anyone could teach her the thing it required to be a woman, it would be them.
"I would enjoy that quite a bit," Balia said slyly. She was far more looking forward to the fighting than actually mating with him. The males of her pride were apprehensive to spar with the women, not because the women were weak, but because it was hard to tell the weak from the strong when they were always attempting to outwit you. Even for a pride where there was almost total equality between the lion genders, there was still blatant segregation.
She was enjoying her time with him, but knew it was soon going to come to an end. Angra's daughter's were watching him lavish a sort of unconditional attention on Balia at the moment and none seemed even remotely pleased about it, and while it only made Balia want to smile wildly, she reserved herself. She would have to leave soon.
This girl was harder to read by the second, she fidgeted, swayed, shifted and he read something as another thing, but gave up halfway through. he coudl almost hear the sly wanna be trickster tone drip form her words as she spoek, but onece again it hit his ears, the sounds went in but was not registered. He was figuring it easier to play dumb.
"A fight is a fight I hope you know." He smiled, eye's narrowing, his ears flicked, he codul hear a groaning behidn him. His cubs were back from their play time that kept them busy. He growled a bit, royaly angry that they'd showed up at such an inconvenient time. A sigh escaped his lips as the growl ended and silence followed, his cubs were still cubs regardless of whose cusb they were. They were still fairly obedient, Croa having her moments. She was the kind he'd be rid of very fast, ad planned to be rid of.
"I guess now is best for me to leave." He muttered, he was slightly frsutrated, but woudl let it go. He was turning to mush in this juve's paws. She hadn't even hit adolescent yet! he almsot growled at himself right there in front of her, what did that matter though. It shouldn't, his brain was flustered and he felt his eyebrows furrow and he glared firmly at her. "Run back to your pride." He murmured and turned tail, no goodbye, nothing. He was all sorts of mad and decided this was for the best for now.
