It was one of those days, where the large ruddy colored lion was feeling sorry for himself. After all, he use to be a reaver! And a great one at that! At least he thought so, any way. Whether everyone else thought so was of no concern to Magnus. He had already managed to stray his way to the familiar place he visited on a daily basis. And in that magical place he managed to string together the few things that kept him going in this miserable life of his. Mint and a hoard of honey-water. Hmmm. He was running out of honeycomb though. It might be a good idea to stock up again! But that meant dealing with bees and possibly getting stung. Not a particularly happy thought for the hobbled old lion, and one that drove him to get further knocked on his rump with mint.Jord had just gotten back from the sparring sands that were often used by the reaver's throughout the day. Unfortunately there had only been a pair of lions down there, chatting and only occasionally throwing their weight around went the conversation got a little heated. It hadn't been very interesting to look at, and eventually Jord had wandered off to do other things around the pride. Perhaps later in the day there would be more reavers to watch, but for now she just needed to kill some time until then. It was safe to say she wasn't expecting a particularly intoxicated Magnus to go stumble-running down her path, a dripping piece of honeycomb in his mouth and what looked like welts covering his face! It was all the lioness could do to shriek out as he bowled over her.
Oh warlord's shaggy ballsack he hated bees! They had pretty much gotten to his face and swarmed their way into his mane, and the drunken lion had only thought to run. To say the least he wasn't expecting to knock into Jord, sending them both Sprawling down the worn path and into the stoney ditch below. For a moment his head was swimming as he dizzily tried to untangle himself from the unfortunate girl who had manged to get in his way. It was during this process that he realized his honeycomb was missing and Magnus immediately pushed himself up to his paws- once more knocking Jord off her paws. "Gods dammit! Where is it?" the old lion thundered, stumbling and having a difficult time staying on his paws. He winced every now and then, not from the fall or the dulled throb from his hip, but he was fairly certain those pesky bees were still crawling around in his mane and weren't happy nearly getting crushed. He'd have to get them out sooner or later, as his patience with getting stung was running thin, but he wanted that honeycomb!
She was lucky the large lion hadn't knocked the daylights out of her the first time, but when she was sent sprawling for a second time Jord could begin to feel her head spinning. A disgruntled growl edged its way up her throat as she gathered herself for a second attempt to stand, wary of the drunken lion standing over her. It was while she was moving around that she realized there was something sticky stuck to her fur, pulling at it and leaving her with a sickening feeling that it would pull some of the hairs up when she removed it. Before she could say anything however, Magnus had managed to spot it and was already making a grab at it before she could shove him away. YEE-OUCH! Jord had had enough! That happy look on his stupid face was enough to cause a snarl on her otherwise pretty face. "You fat tub of lard! That's no way to treat a lady!" she scolded as she edged closer to the mint-stink coming from his mouth. "I outta- OW!" A sharp pain at the end of her nose and Jord realized she was getting stung by a bee! She was quick to swat it off, but then she noticed that they were absolutely swarming out of Magnus' mane! How could he stand that many bees and their stings...? "To the sea", she growled at the ruddy lion, trotting her way down to the shore of their rocky home. She wasn't about to stick around and get stung again.
"Oh, aye?" Now why hadn't he thought of that? Magnus was quick to follow after, happy to have his honeycomb but quite irritated by the bees. By the time they reached the water he paused to think. He didn't want his honey getting salty from the ocean water, so it dropped it right there in the sand. There! Now it would stay safe and salt free! Unafraid of the large water, as he had been living next to it his whole life, Magnus followed after Jord and let the cold water rush over his paws. Meh. He didn't want to get too far out, so he simple laid down and stuck his head under the waves, letting the water wash all the bees from his mane. When he was done, and satisfied that there would be no more uninvited guests stinging him in his face, he turned attention to the lioness who bathed not far from where he laid. He could not help the slathered grin that came to his maw. "An' how do you t'ink I should be treatin' a lady dis fine day?" he managed to slur out at her.
She wasn't sure how angry she should be at the old lion, but she was mad no doubt. It was obvious that he was drunk, though, and she couldn't exactly put all the blame on the lion for the substance. Maybe. Her eyes narrowed on him as he began to speak at her and it took all her willpower to withhold the tongue-lashing she wanted so desperately to give him. "You don't knock them down, for one", she told him, allowing the waves to wash over her legs and chest. Normally bathing in the sea was soothing to the large lioness, but she was uncomfortable and angry this day. "And you certainly don't pull their fur out without a warning first!" she huffed at him, her temper flagging. Honestly! Drunken lions were some of the worst to deal with!
Magnus could only snort out his laughter at her answer, gazing at her through blurred and splotchy mint vision. "You ain't ne'er been married den, gurl." he told her. But then again, neither had he. Huh. How had that happened? It was probably high time to fix that now that he thought about it. And as luck would have it, Jord was available! "N'aw say gurl, why don't ya be ma wife?" He wasn't sure, but he was pretty certain that was the most romantic thing he had ever said. It was sure to sweep her off her paws! Magnus rose out of the water to shakily stand against the waves, pretty certain he was the perfect picture of absolute manliness with his wet fur and slick mane wiping about him in the wind. How could she say no? A sloppy grin plastered itself onto his maw at his brilliance.
She wasn't sure how loudly or how many times she could have told him no, but she wasn't sure if any of it would stick to that thick, stupid skull of his. "Not on the warlord's shaggy balls", she rumbled at him, disgusted by the ruddy lion and his drunken state. Maybe once he had been great, but that was before her time, and she had no love for his current lifestyle. "If I am to marry, than it'll be to a reaver, not a drunken has-been", she spat at him, turning to leave. She wasn't in any particular hurry to get out of the water until she heard him roar over the splash of the waves- the ruddy lion going from happy drunk to angry in no time flat. Jord on the other paw, was quick to sprint up the beach and out of his sights before he could even manage to stumble his way out of the water.
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