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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 7:24 pm
An unfeminine roar escaped the lioness's throat as she tossed a pile of furs at her den wall, disgusted by the mere look of them in that instant. Here she was, stomach swollen, and unable to hunt for herself, forced to clean her den like some abused thrall while she relied on the thralls themselves to bring her food. It disgusted her.
And, as an unfortunate dose of karma, keeping a den clean was beyond Freyja's abilities. She was a Reaver, for crying out loud! This den work was for the low-lifes and captured, not HER!
She snarled and made her way out into the open air, taking a deep breath to calm her already high-strung nerves.
She cursed her luck at meeting Galning; cursed it even moreso on her engorged state while he was away with Ru, a lion who had left his mark on her.
She found herself walking on fragile rocks a little away from the dens, kicking them down the hillside in frustration and roaring for the world to hear.
What she hadn't counted on, however, was loosing her footing and sliding a good portion off the path, her claws raking for a footing and failing, instead lodging her hind leg in the craggy surface of the wall.
She was stuck.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 8:04 pm
 A tortured roar distracted Slips as he returned from bathing in the river. His fur was a little fluffier than usual because of the dampness and his mane was wavy for much the same reason. It gave him a tousled, just-out-of-the-bath look that was sure to make the lady lions swoon and want to run their paws through it. Not that he would allow anyone to do that. He really hated to be touched.
"You're making a horrible racket," he observed when he was close enough to actually see the lioness who was creating such a fuss and offending his ears. It was ruining the calm his bath had instilled in him, and that always meant that somebody else was going to have a bad day later.
"Stop it."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 8:51 pm
Her gaze sought out the male who dare to tell her what to do, piercing the darker lion with a death glare despite the fact she had attracted to him much like any lioness would. Then again, she always was the type to prefer those as dark as she herself could be, on occasion.
"I shall do what I damn well intend to do, and when I intend to do it."
She gripped at the rocks and gave her leg a sharp tug, only to wince as the failed attempt dug the sharp edges against her lower leg.
Without giving the male much of a word otherwise, she spoke again, not looking away from Solvslips and giving a raised-brow look at his dampened appearance, a smirk playing on her features.
"...I highly doubt you're the type to be nervous around a lioness, so let me assume I caught you at bath time and ruined it for you."
Messing with others was one thing; asking for help, however, would be the last thing Freyja did, even though she clearly could use the extra paw.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:42 am
"Such language. It's very unbecoming," Slips remarked.
His own manners, or lack of them, had nothing to do with her bothersome situation. The strangeness of the lioness's situation managed to startle from him further conversation than a casual encounter would have managed at another time. In fact, he was doing his best to figure out what was wrong with the lioness to make her bellow so. While he did so, he was forced to make some sort of conversation, or else stand there and stare at her in silence. Well. Silence on his part. He suspected she would be shouting at him the whole time.
He didn't like her making assumptions about him. He didn't like anyone making assumptions about him. Even he and his brothers tried not to make assumptions about each other, despite the fact that they were basically interchangeable and worked almost like a hive mind in certain things. A captain that managed to get all three of them to go on his viking would have a very effective band, providing he could tolerate their other eccentricities.
"So you intended to trap your paw between a rock and a wall? How fun that must be for you. I'll not keep you from it. Carry on." He nodded and began to walk away. He liked women to ask him to do things.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 3:08 pm
"Wait."
The word had escaped her before she herself could comprehend it, and she silently cursed herself for doing so.
"I'm... really stuck... so if you could just... maybe... give me a paw..."
She growled, frustrated with her own actions, and gave a sigh.
"Pretty pathetic, aren't I? A Reaver... caught in a wall..."
At this point she had a conversation with her stomach, distaste noticeable if you could manage to hear her murmurs, wishing them luck trying to dig their way out of her should she be unable to free herself.
And in a small way, she wished they would. At least with them out of her system, she'd be able to dignify herself with the glory of dying at the hands of strong Stormborn cubs.
Maybe they'd go one step further and become captains as they grew, or warlord.
She frowned. Yeah, right.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:25 pm
So it was phrased as a command rather than a request. Slips supposed he couldn't have it all. Besides, if he was going to be living out fantasies, this lioness would have a dark coat and she'd be begging him to release her, not just asking. Naturally in his fantasy scenario he wouldn't oblige her, but it had already been established that this was not a fantasy of his being acted out, so he supposed he ought to do the decent thing and lend a helping paw. She had sort of asked, after all.
"How, exactly, are you stuck?" Slips asked, realizing too late that she was probably too rotund to see her hind paws on a good day, let alone when caught in an awkward position like her current one.
He stepped closer to peer at the arrangement, taking care to keep well out of reach. She had already demonstrated to him that she was temperamental and he didn't want her to take it into her head to try to touch him, whether in violence or some other way. He didn't like to be touched. It made him sort of sick to his stomach.
"Aren't you a bit round to be a reaver?" he asked. She couldn't reach him, he was fairly certain, so he felt confident in saying whatever came to mind, even when it was unkind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:15 pm
"I'm pretty sure my back leg is angled in just the wrong way. It's my luck, is all." Her temper was simmering down, and the tone in her voice was dull and unamused. Funny how raging hormones seemed to work, wasn't it?
Besides, last thing she needed was for him to walk off, and though she couldn't be agreeable at the moment, she could at least attempt civility. That much was within her power.
She snorted, unfazed by his question, "Probably. But the day I let myself become weak and step down from my duties is the day I'm deemed unfit in the head." She had put so much of her ability into being a strong woman, just as her mother before her had chosen a strong male to bear cubs.
IT was shameful, that the very cubs she carried belonged to that mint-driven-
No, she wouldn't put him down. He was an interesting lion, and that would be what had led to bearing cubs in the first place.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:24 am
If her back leg was just angled in the wrong way, he didn't see how there was much he could do about it. He didn't think she wanted him to break her leg so that it would be angled in a more convenient way. He also didn't think he would be willing to do that. There were certain kinds of violence even he wouldn't stoop to. It was one of the reasons he wasn't much of a reaver, to be honest.
"I don't suppose if you twist around you'll be in a better position," he mused, continuing to peer at the miniature rock slide that seemed to have landed on her. He'd heard the rocks falling and wondered if they would force him to take a different route back to the Red Den of Pain, but it seemed his way was only to be impeded in a roundabout manner.
"Tell me how this happened," he said, barely managing to convey though his tone that it wasn't a command. He was used to giving commands, but he was trying to get her to talk so that she would relax. Somebody as pregnant as she was shouldn't be falling or having hissy fits. The last thing he wanted was to be forced to deliver cubs here and now.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:47 pm
"I don't know about you, but I don't think having my butt in your direction is going to make anything any more comfortable..."
Honesty was all Freyja could think of to keep herself calm, and she was using it. Why should she further embarrass herself, and possibly this lion, by maneuvering in a way befitting no one. She did, however, guide her body to the right, turning her leg just so and hearing the crumble of rock against it. Good, at least she was getting somewhere now.
She wrinkled her nose, "I have no excuse. I had a hissyfit and got myself stuck in a wall because I wasn't paying attention... Maybe we can just chew it off."
She was messing with him... she felt like she was trying to, anyway.
She probably would chew off her own leg if she had the ability to reach it. Stupid, fat, inconvenient stomach.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 9:21 am
Slips shrugged. He was inclined to agree with her about her butt, but since he couldn't really see how her paw was stuck, just that it was, he wasn't sure he could really offer her a great deal of assistance anyway, unless she directed him. He was not known for taking direction well. Except in one case. But that had been different. He had been different.
"If that's the plan you're going with, I wish you luck, but I want no part of it." It wasn't immediately obvious whether he was joking or not. His delivery was perfectly deadpan.
He continued to look at the situation. She could move a little, which was promising. He just wasn't sure how much she could move without causing another miniature rock slide which might this time be problematic for both of them, as opposed to just one of them.
"How much mobility do you have in that paw?" he asked. "Do you feel like it's being crushed or anything?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 11:33 pm
"I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come up with a convincing story for how I lost it if I did, so it'll have to stay attached."
She twisted her leg about in its entrapment, trying to see exactly what he was asking of her before snorting.
"No, it's just pretty much wedged in there... I'm too obese to pull myself out, my guess. It's probably what got me stuck in the first place. Leave it to cubs to bring me chaos."
The last remark was for herself, not realizing she'd said it aloud but no more willing to take it back than Solv was to make physical contact with her. She would blame them while they couldn't hear her, then she could turn around and blame Galning later. If he came back, that is.
She hopes so. She had a bone to pick with him. Or a paw of sharp claws for his hindquarters.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:09 am
"I didn't know stories of lost limbs had to be convincing," Slips remarked. "I think I've heard at least four that cite a god as having torn the limb off, and two that blamed some sort of sea monster. I'm fairly certain the basis for having an acceptable lost-limb story is how entertaining it is."
Slips was rapidly coming to realize that he was going to have to help pull the pregnant lioness out of the mess she'd gotten herself into, and the realization didn't much please him. It would mean touching her, and Slips had so far managed to go his entire life without touching a pregnant lioness. He found the way they bulged kind of grotesque.
"I guess you'll have to stay there, then," he said. "At least until I can find the father or a thrall or something to help you out." He offered no explanation for why he couldn't assist her himself. Because he was certainly capable of assisting her, but he had no particularly strong desire to do so. He just wanted to get home and take a nap before going to work haggling with reavers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 10:56 am
"I'm afraid the father is... out of range. For a good amount of time, too."
She spat in hostility, but not towards the male before her. With a sigh, she leaned to the side, towards a flat bit of her prison, her own weight causing her limbs to shake and she didn't want to hold it up much longer.
She didn't have it in her to argue at the moment, though she felt certainly a good deal of aggravation towards a lion who wouldn't help a female in distress... something she'd hoped to never be one of. And in her mind, she'd get even when there wasn't a heavy burden in her gullet. He seemed like he could take a hit or two and hold his chin up.
She glanced skyward before speaking again, her tone no more argumentative than it had been earlier, "Well, as long as I'm out of here before it gets too dark to see, I won't complain. Much more than I have already, at least."
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 6:52 am
"That must be frustrating. He got you into this mess. It's his duty to be there and provide for you in whatever ways you may require his assistance." Surprisingly, this was a hot topic for Slips. He and his brothers had not known their real father, but the lion their mother shacked up with after their father left them had been a horror. So had the next one, and the one after him.
Knowing that the lioness's mate or whatever he was had not done the honorable thing and stayed with her during her pregnancy - whatever his reason was, it wasn't good enough to satisfy Slips, who had some pretty severe abandonment issues - softened the Grei brother's attitude toward the trapped lioness. He moved closer, examining the stony weight that held her in place.
"I might be able to shift this enough to get some of the weight off of you for a short time," he said. He didn't like to make promises he couldn't keep, and as such he could speak very carefully at need. He positioned himself in what he thought would be the most effective placement for rock-shifting and braced his paws.
"When I count to three I'm going to push up. As soon as you feel any sort of lessening of weight, move." Giving orders was kind of a habit with him. He wasn't actually as irritated as he probably sounded at this point.ChezaRain Also, I PMed the mule about Freyja's litter. Whenever you get a chance, could you PM me or catch me on AIM (bjezerey)?
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:45 pm
There wasn't a way she could avoid the curled lip that crept across her features. "I want nothing from him. He's done quite enough, if you don't mind my saying."
Lying to herself like always, her inner thoughts taunted. she enjoyed his company when he was around, it was only now when he was away that she would dare bring herself to think horribly of him.
She never had come to know her own father, but knew her mother had chosen someone strong. Something Freyja had failed to do herself, it seemed. But this lion who was helping her now... he kept things interesting.
She nodded and waited for his count, prepping herself by standing properly and bracing her three good paws against the rocks. "Just give me the signal. If it works, I owe you."
And she was one to keep her word, mostly. She wouldn't do a Thrall's work, but she could come pretty close if she figured it was due. Just no more acts that brought on cubs, not in this lifetime, unless he proved a better partner than her previous one.
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