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They'd not been home long; in truth, it was just long enough for them to get their home settled, for Thorgrim to make his presence in the pride known. Lena had wasted no time in asking Stygg to gather supplies, and the Thrall had done so willingly. She adoraed Lena, and so when the lioness had anything that needed doing more often than not Stygg would offer.

First on the list was bedding, and as Stygg wandered through the pride with a smile on her muzzle it was obvious that she was oblivious to the fact she was being watched.

Kjar had heard that the mighty Thorgrim and his meek little wife were back from the outposts. At first he'd been mildly annoyed. Though Runa had made the decision to leave the old lion, Kjar was not fond of the way he felt almost threatened by the cunning lion.

It was a weakness, and it was not something that Kjar enjoyed feeling.

As he'd watched their return to the pride, he'd noticed that Lena was still as insignificant and mealymouthed as ever. It didn't take long for his attention to be grabbed by the pretty Thrall that they'd returned with.

Oh, how he loved Thralls.

The instant that the spotty lioness was left to her own devices, he was on her.

"Hello, pretty thing."

Stygg jumped, eyes bright as she wheeled around to clap eyes on the cruelest looking lion she'd ever seen in her life. Even Thorgrim couldn't really compare. He seemed to do things by necessity; this lion looked as if he enjoyed being cruel.

Stygg visibly tensed and decided her best option would be to ignore him. She averted her eyes and tried to circle around him; tail tucked, Stygg did not answer him as she tried to skirt the brown lion.

Please, her posture seemed to beg. Please just let me go.

There was no fun to be had with a lioness that did not fight back. She was broken already - and in truth, the breaking of thralls was the part that Kjar enjoyed the most. Stamping out any and all vestiges of hope - especially in females - was something of an addiction for the large tawny lion. When she did not even speak to him, Kjar sighed. It was obvious she was someone's possession. Someone who had done a very admirable job in putting this pretty thing in her place.

He was struck by the realization that he'd not seen her before. Kjar hummed.

"Who do you belong to, pretty? You will answer me, you know." His voice was low and snake-like.

Stygg recognized that tone for what it was. There was no doubt in her mind that this lion was capable of the same terrible things she'd encountered in her younger days. This lion would not hesitate to take an eye or break a leg or flay her skin from her tail. He was cruel, a fact well-hidded behind a thick layer of cultured sophistication. He was a brute, yes, a Reaver, probably - but there was more to him. He was terrifying.

"Thygg. Thorgrim ith my mathter, and hith wife Lena."

There was something empowering about throwing around those names.

Thorgrim. Lena.

His fine veneer of calm was wearing thin and thinner still at the mention of those names. Thorgrim was a fool if there ever was one, and Lena was nothing more than a weak, willing wife who did whatever her husband asked of her.

He flashed his teeth at the thrall, a terrible farce of a smile.

Thorgrim was a fool, yes, but he was well-respected within the pride. That name alone had saved the pretty thrall from any sort of physical altercation - but nothing could save her from his leering stare or verbal assault.

He made her uncomfortable - something that Stygg felt like she would never get used to despite how often it happened. That smile he gave her unnerved her, and instead of pressing forward, Stygg took a step back. Whatever task she'd been given was of no importance when faced with the lion she'd come up against.

Surely Lena would understand once the situation had been discussed.

"I'm thorry for bothering you, thir, I .. I'll juth.. ex-exthoose me."

Boring. She was boring - but he was captivated by the fact that she belonged to Thorgrim and his little Lena. What would happen if she returned to her family a little beat up, bashed and bruised? Would it upset Lena, would she cry to Thorgrim? Would there be a challenge issued?

He knew there would not be. Thorgrim was a wise lion and he picked his battles well. The Captain would not fight over a mere slave, a thrall.

Even still, Kjar lashed out with a paw - claws sheathed, and swiped a paw across her backside as she turned away from him.

Stygg let out a terrified cry and took off running. She didn't waste time in looking back. It didn't matter at this point if he was chasing her, and she didn't want to waste a precious second in checking to see.

He was terrifying, and Stygg would give him a wide berth from this moment forward.

Kjar rocked back on his haunches and watched the thrall make her quick escape. Would she tell Lena? Doubtful. It didn't matter, at this point. He couldn't wait to see what Runa thought of her sister's return to the pride - Thorgrim was good at making those around him very, very unhappy, and there was a twisted little part of Kjar that could not wait to see that happen.