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 Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 10:36 am
 Saraneth was feeling very apprehensive at the moment. She did not like the idea of leaving her den and venturing over to that of a single male's by herself in public. Her fears circulated around the impressions it would give her fellow pride-members, especially considering how she was known throughout for being a rather chaste individual. So the fact she was going unaccompanied to a male's den, especially the one belonging to that of the Reaver Taraxa, made her want to turn tail like a flustered little cub.
Coming to an abrupt stop outside of the male's den, Saraneth's rusted bells jingled lowly, almost as if growling. She would not go inside, not on the life of her. If she wanted her visit to Taraxa's den to seem as clean as it can possibly be while speaking to the old lecher, than it'd have to be outside, publicly, before everyone and anyone who passes. Otherwise they would think she is one of his new lover's, and Saraneth wouldn't put it past them to make so a deluded connection.
"Reaver Taraxa. A moment of your time, if you will," Saraneth said, calling into Taraxa's den. She only hoped her voice commanded enough presence that he should hear her clearly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 10:52 am
Taraxa hadn't been in the most pleasant of moods after getting his a** handed to him on a silver platter by Zsaria. His tongue was sore, it was hard to eat and even drinking brought him discomfort. To make things worse, Ulrika had been clinging to him like a second shadow, never letting him out of her sight for long. She'd always been a bit needy, but she was even more so now that she'd seen him fight and lose. He was tired of her mothering.
When Saraneth called out, he peered with interest towards the mouth of his den. So did Ulrika. With a scowl the little lioness hefted herself up and made her way to the entrance of the den.
"Papa isn't feeling well." Ulrika grunted, sounding much like her father when he was feeling a bit indignant.
"Ulrika, hush," Taraxa had lurched towards the entrance of his den and was currently eying Saraneth warily. He'd heard thing - strange things - about this Priestess. Woman-magic, Taraxa was convinced, was not something to take lightly. He offered her a warm smile, one not overtly flirtatious. "Priestess," he dipped his head, "excuse my daughter. How can I help you?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 11:11 am
Saraneth starred at the tan little lioness for several moments. She felt herself almost hypnotized by the child's two different colored eyes; a feature in which Saraneth had not notice before when scouting out a suitable apprentice. She was definitely a special little girl no doubt, and would be much more special in the moments to come.
It took Taraxa's gruff voice to break her of the little cub's peculiar eyes and shifted her attention to the older male, bowing her head back to him as her sign of greeting. Just because she was a priestess, didn't mean she thought herself above the others within the pride and she found it much more conducive to business if they felt at the same level with her, even if they weren't.
"I am sorry to hear you are feeling unwell, Reaver Taraxa. I am sure it isn't anything you can't conquest though," Saraneth said, giving the male a small, albeit, friendly smile.
Fluffing up a male was a skill not even her mother could teach her, so through her own observations Saraneth acquired her own unique brand of charm. Subtle compliments of a male's abilities got you far in this pride, even if you were a priestess, so it didn't hurt to toss one in occasionally.
"I actually come to speak to you regarding your daughter," Saraneth said, hushing her voice to a level where only the people in their general vicinity could hear. There was no need to be so loud now, what with formalities established and appearances up-kept, "Has she given any thought to what role she'd like to play in our pride?"
Saraneth didn't want to bluntly state that she wished Taraxa's daughter to be her apprentice. At no point in time should she ever give the impression of desperateness. It would simply not due, especially considering that many believed that Saraneth would take on one of her own future daughters as an apprentice instead of someone else's. Truth be told, she didn't even know if she wanted children of her own. So teaching someone else's was less responsibility and disruption to her as a whole.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 11:25 am
Taraxa gave his daughter a long look - an almost helpless look. She wasn't bossy, but she was overly concerned with her father and while some lions would be glad to have such an attentive cub, and while Taraxa loved his cubs without hesitation, sometimes he found himself needing a little bit of peace. After all, it was nearly impossible to flirt with the lionesses in the pride when his daughter was glued to his side. She'd not done it before that fight with Zsaria, and Taraxa kind of blamed the Reaver lioness for it.
Kind of.
When Saraneth asked about Ulrika, both lions looked at the Priestess with interest. Taraxa because... well, no other Priestess had come forth to offer suggestions for his cubs. Ulrika looked at Saraneth because it just so happened that she HAD been thinking about what she wanted to do in her life. Despite being so young, after seeing her papa hurt Ulrika knew exactly what she wanted to do.
"I wanna be a healer," the lioness chirped, following that up with a bright, "so when papa gets hurt by lionesses in a fight I can take care of him!" Pleased, she beamed at her father, oblivious to embarrassing him.
Taraxa snorted before giving his attention fully to Saraneth, choosing to obviously ignore his daughter. "She hasn't given... serious thought to it," Taraxa said carefully. "Why do you ask, Priestess?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:26 pm
Saraneth couldn't help but let a big smile cross over her face as Ulrika chirped up, voicing her desire to become a healer in order to take care of her father. She had deep dedication within her for him and it was a small, refreshing little emotion to see. Dedication to the pride was one thing, but seeing dedication from a child to their parent was a rarity. Not many children seemed to appreciate the lives their parents gave them; at least to Saraneth's experience.
"Well, Reaver Taraxa," Saraneth said, her smile fading a little as she composed herself to the tone of the conversation, "I was hoping that you would permit me to take on your Ulrika as my apprentice."
"She seems like a dedicated enough little girl, and your family is a reputable one within the pride," Despite your excessive nature, Saraneth said in her head before she continued, "She would be permitted to continue living in your den, so long as she can wake herself up appropriately and make her way to lessons in a timely manner."
Idealy, Saraneth would want the child living with her so that she could wake her when need be, either for a lesson or to gather certain herbs, but she understood how presenting that scenario to any parent may spring about the wrong ideas or suspicions. She would simply have to compensate the time lost in some other way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:37 pm
Taraxa looked at Saraneth closely. Very closely. She carried herself well, and he could appreciate that about a lioness. Poised and graceful, but assuredly a bit... strange. She didn't make him uneasy, though, and that was important. Her polite nature and show of respect by addressing him as 'Reaver Taraxa' was refreshing.
He glanced down towards Ulrika. She was his daughter, his littlest. She was ever-watchful and very wary and these attributes were apparent in her mismatched eyes. She wasn't one to leap before she looked, and he supposed she got that from her mother. Ulrika was smart and she was lovely, and he rather liked the thought of her becoming a Priestess.
Ulrika was kind of staring agape at Saraneth. "That sounds good, papa," she whispered, nodding her head while her eyes never left Saraneth's face. "I can wake up early, Priestess Saraneth." Ulrika's face was utterly serious. She could wake up early, stand on her head, whatever Saraneth wanted. Being a Priestess in the pride... well, that was just the best idea ever.
Taraxa nodded at Saraneth. "If she decides that she is not fit to be a Priestess, I expect her to be freed as your apprentice." He waited expectantly for her answer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:12 pm
"Of course," Saraneth said, with a small nod. If the little lioness couldn't handle the lessons and prep work involved in becoming a priestess, she wasn't going to force her to continue the work. After all, until she understood the work she would be performing and became and adolescent, she wasn't going to be taught Saraneth's secrets anyway.
"Ulrika would have quite a lot to learn in order to prepare herself to be a Priestess, I'm sure if she were unable to handle the work required she would tell me. It's not dishonorable to know your limits," Saraneth said, with a confident look, "Not everyone is called to be a Priestess, just like not everyone is capable of becoming a Reaver."
At least that was Saraneth's philosophy. Some lioness are simply not meant to serve the gods as a priestess, just like many lions are simply incapable of becoming Reavers. Only those chosen by the gods were able to fulfill either profession adequately, and not everyone could be chosen.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 6:54 pm
"If any cub in this pride has the capability of learning all that needs to be done in order to become a priestess, it is Ulrika." Sometimes Taraxa forgot that he had two daughters in this pride, but it couldn't be helped. Ulrika very rarely left his side and as such she was forever underfoot whereas Morath was oftentimes watching from afar. It was a deadly recipe for dissent, but Taraxa wasn't wise to such things. It couldn't be helped.
Ulrika beamed after hearing such praise. She did so love it when her beloved papa talked so sweetly about her.
"It is decided, then. Ulrika will become your apprentice."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:13 pm
"Splendid," Saraneth responded.
Sara was immensely pleased at the moment. Taraxa had agreed that Ulrika would be her apprentice, and as such she would have more time to perfect some of her darker arts. The ones that required intense concentration and precision. It was a perfect arrangement.
"My day will end on a high note, given your agreement," Saraneth said, offering a polite smile to both Taraxa and Ulrika.
She did not want to immediately request Ulrika's presence, lest Taraxa decide he were to change his mind. Deciding to give the Reaver some time before his daughter's time was spent almost exclusively with her, Sara thought of a diplomatic time frame.
"Have Ulrika stop by my den in the mid-morning in two days time. I shall begin her training than." She said simply.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 9:38 am
Taraxa nodded at the strange lioness and plastered a smile on his face. The priestesses in the pride always kind of wigged him out, but he knew they were to be respected. Though he was a little apprehensive about his beloved Ulrika becoming a Priestess, he also recognized it was a great honor. And Saraneth was one of the best in his mind.
"She will be there on time," he assured Saraneth, glad that she had suggested a few days time. He would be sure to spend as much time as he could with his sweet daughter. After she left his den, it would be highly unlikely that she would return until she was a lioness grown. The priestesses took their apprentices quite seriously.
"Thank you for this opportunity," he added solemnly. "She will see you in two days time."
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