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Bilijo was feeling kind of awesome. She had managed to seduce some males recently, and while she still wasn't married, at least she was gettin' play. She felt bad for the males she slept with, really. They were all so intimidated by how amazing she was, that they couldn't work up the nerve to ask for her large and manly paw in matrimony. Bilijo sighed to herself as she walked towards the breakfast nook. Lions were so foolish, really.

What Bilijo needed was a wing lioness, someone to help her swoop in on males and snatch them up. They were easy to seduce, but it was mystifyingly hard to keep a hold on them once they did the deed. Bilijo needed a third party.

Musing over her plans, the pink lioness didn't even notice the chocolate striped lioness in her path. Bumping into the shorter lioness, she gave a gruff mutter that could have meant anything, but most likely wasn't an apology.

Bilijo did not give one single tiny little iota of s**t about other peoples' feelings, but she was hyperalert to any trace of sarcasm or nastiness directed towards her. The pink lioness scowled at the pipsqueak, really noticing her for the first time.

The other lioness was short and, compared to Bilijo, small. She had a chocolatey brown coat striped with lighter brown, and a lovely pink and yellow tailtuft. In fact, she was altogether fairly pretty.

Bilijo loathed her on sight.

Sneering down at the turd-colored lioness, Bilijo huffed. "Yeah, excuse you." Her eyes narrowed. "You better not be trying to cut in line."

Bilijo hated nothing more than females that had managed to bag a mate. That was why there were no good men left - little brown shits like this that managed to bully and trick good lions into mating with them. Bilijo drew herself up to her full height, glaring down at the brown lioness. If looks could kill, the lioness would be a sizzling pile of meat on the ground, which Bilijo would then eat.

"Get your trashy little ugly face out of my way," Bilijo snarled. "You probably don't even have a mate. Lions don't want skinny little lionesses that look like turds."

Lashing her tail and baring her yellow teeth, Bilijo looked ready to throw down. Or simply sit on the smaller lioness until she squealed for mercy. There were advantages to being as big and strong and fit as Bilijo was.

If there was one thing that could soothe the savage beast that was Bilijo, it was flattery. It was difficult for Bilijo to detect any insincerity in flattery, what with her own high opinion of herself. She naturally assumed that even the most sarcastic sounding compliments were completely sincere and honest.

Settling down a bit, Bilijo preened slightly, pleased that the little brown turd lioness had seen things her way. It sometimes took folk a while to realize how great Bilijo was. She couldn't blame them; it was difficult to see someone so much more beautiful than yourself and face up to the fact that you looked like a small and ugly turd.

"Who is this lion?" Bilijo asked. Not that she needed help finding lions, but it was always nice to be appraised of new admirers. "I may already have rejected him, you know. I've gone through many admirers." She sighed, rolling her eyes. Oh, lions. "It's so hard to find a man strong enough to keep up with my lifestyle."

Bilijo didn't keep track of the males she wasn't interested in. She vaguely remembered Gunnar as a pale-maned lion, which was gross, because she liked her lions dark. The Great Reaver Taraxa ... he was kind of light too, wasn't he? Kind of pale?

Eh. Probably not very handsome then, but Bilijo might as well give him a once-over. She liked the sound of siring many children. Bilijo hadn't been blessed with children yet, but she desperately wanted to put her childbearing hips to good use and plop out a few dozen or so before her fertile years were behind her. She ran her tongue over her yellow teeth, blinking thoughtfully.

"Weeell ... I guess you can take me to Taraxa." Bilijo was quite picky with her men, and she wasn't completely thrilled at the thought of meeting an ugly lion. "Take me to Taraxa," she repeated, her voice much firmer this time. An order from a superior to an inferior, turdy lioness.