Now a Tirma'eth, Mojana had become a very proud lioness. With her darkly colored Na'artu, with whom she was highly considering....using for cubs. She would make Demons, call them her own, and bring them up to be strong, and show that within herself, there truly was a Demon who could pull herself from the depths of her color and heritage, to become one of the best the Pride had ever seen. Her claws dug into earth as she patrolled the borders, looking around with those beautiful black eyes. Hm...what to do...
Heltyr was practicing again. She hadn't been at it for very long, and she kept having to stop and right herself - no matter how carefully she judges her movements, how closely she watched her opponent, the moment her concentration slipped, she left her left flank open again. Mumbling a curse under her breath, the dark-furred lioness stopped for a breather and looked around. Hm, she had gotten quite near the borders during her practice. She hadn't realized that she had come so far in such a short time.
That was when dark eyes spotted a familiar figure, and she felt her fur bristling. She, Hiranyakasha and Hiranyakashipu remembered Heltyr. That female and her twin had been the ones who'd disrespected them in their childhood...the ones who had told her she was too pale to be a demon. Well, she'd made it...and as a Tirma'eth too. She was larger, bulkier, with strong muscles and a ready will to fight...so within a moment, she was almost upon Heltyr, "Well well...look at who we have here. We remember you~"
Heltyr looked up at the sound of an oddly-familiar voice, and felt her fur bristle in response. It was that mud-colored slaveborn female. She hadn't seen the other lioness since they were just cubs, since her sister was still at her side most of the time. My, my, she certainly had grown up to be big. And ungainly, she thought with a disdainful sniff, and readied herself for a potential fight. "Do you? I thought your memory would be.... shorter-term than that."
Mojana let out a dark chuckle, her demons ROARING within her, as she circled Heltyr, ".....Oh, did you? Because, you foolish female, we do remember you. We are....very much ready to settle our score with you. The Pride has deemed us a Demon, and we are Tirma'eth. Where did your life end you, idiotic girl? We are more than happy to prove to YOU what we proved to everyone else long ago."
"Very well," Heltyr said, allowing a smile to stretch over her features. A duel would be nice - it would allow both of them to fight, and one to win... and it should settle this grudge once and for all. The other lioness was no doubt powerful, but such size could not possibly allow her to be very fast. Besides, Heltyr needed to put her practice to the test. "Let us settle this, shall we? Tirma'eth and Ra'alme. We shall see how true our demons are."
A fight was respectable amongst Demons in the Pride. A way to prove oneself, and at this point, between these two, the fight would be an honor thing. Her claws dug into the earth, and she smirked, "Without your twin, foolish one, We will be more than glad to fight you, and teach you what a TRUE demon is!" Within just a moment, the Demoness had charged at her, claws propelling her forwards, leading her into a powerful, tackling blow.
Heltyr didn't waste time with any more words - this battle would hapen regardless of what she said, after all, and she was eager to put her skills to the test against the now-larger lioness. As the primarily-blue female charged towards her, Heltyr attempted to duck below and to the side of the blow, aiming to score a hit along the other female's shoulder with her claws.
Mojana watched her carefully. When the smaller ducked to the side, she tried to turn on her paw, flinching as those claws scored along her shoulder. Her twin demons snarled, demanding blood be spilled in turn. Her black eyes narrowed, and her claws shot out, trying to dig into the other's scruff. She wasn't going to allow herself to be defeated by some half-witted little thing with dreams of being a big demon. She would NOT lose.
Heltyr gave out a half-shrieked laugh as the blue lioness' claws sank into her scruff. Drat it all, she'd left her left side open again, hadn't she? With a yowl and a twist, the lioness attempts to yank free, not caring if she lost a span of hide and blood with the motion. She couldn't lose this, not already!
She snarled and grabbed tighter as the smaller attempted to yank aside, and get her teeth out of her scruff. However, she was intent on ensuring her victory. Intent on making sure that Heltyr knew that she was nothing, if not a powerfull demoness, worthy of the fight they were now in. Her teeth bared further, and she pushed at the smaller's scruff with her paw, "Forfeit!"
With a hiss, Heltyr continued to struggle. She wasn't going to forfeit - if she lost, she was going to fight to the end, not give up and gain even more humiliation! Snarling, she attempted to kick out with her back legs and get the larger lioness off of her that way.
The kick with her back legs scored against Mojana's stomach. She choked slightly, falling back, her paw pressing to the wound, "A fair score, but We will not give up." Her hid paws struck out to turn her, and then her paw struck out as well, aiming to land a blow across Heltyr's face. She was furious at the moment. Her Demons saw red....They demanded blood. More blood.
Heltyr shrieked as Mojana's claws slammed down across her nose. She tasted blood, she smelled blood, it felt like she was breathing blood! This was not what she'd wanted, not what she planned on, and while she enjoted pain she did not like having trouble breathing, and she fell back, gagging on her own life-substance. Ugh...
Mojana smirked, and leaned close to Heltyr's ear, cooing into it, "And this proves that we are a Demon. Do not cross us again, Heltyr." Amused and now bored, she turned on paw and trotted off to finish her border patrol. "Do try to breathe easily~"
