[SRP] How about that viking, huh? ( Shireeen x Brynhildr )

[Puhterodactyl]

Shireen laid on the beach watching the tide roll in. She had completed her first viking successfully, but she did not know how she felt about it. It did leave her with a sense of accomplishment, to be a reaver instead of just your average run of the mill storm born, but the how was the problem. The black, skull-clad lioness, Delphi, had been a little overwhelming and overpowering for their little party. Shireen’s understanding was that the lioness came from a different pride, something to do with Demons. The dark lioness shuddered and kind of shrugged, thinking about it. She guess that kind of explained things, but she still did not like it. She sighed and rolled over on the sand, letting the ocean come up further and lap at her toes. Maybe she should become a captain and set a better standard for things.  

[Puhterodactyl]

Brynhildr was also disappointed by her fellow reaver’s behavior on their last viking. It had not been her first outing, in fact, she was only a couple more vikings away from being a captain herself, but it was sadly similar to her premier outing. On her fist viking, her brother had gone too far and taken a thrall. He violated her own personal code, in her opinion. They were born of a thrall (until their mother and grandmother was claimed by their great aunt and made into freeborns) so it did not seem right to put others through that same experience. Their grandmother, Chayah, still bore the scars of when they were captured and taken into the pride. She shook her head and tutted at the memory. True, now, her brother and his thrall were trying to have cubs of their own and seemed to be quite taken with one another, but she would not be too surprised if Hroovitnir went out on a viking tomorrow and took another thrall (maybe a male one, this time, so he would not fall in love with it).

The white lioness trotted down the beach, she found it relaxing, she always had. A bit down the ways on the sand, she saw Shireen, one of her viking team members.

“It is a good day to die, Shireen!” she called out.  

[Puhterodactyl]

Shireen picked up her head when she heard a familiar voice call out.

“It is a good day to die, Brynhildr. How have you been since our viking?” Good, she would have the chance to kind of decompress and understand the wild ride that had been their viking. She herself had taken the female, Bhaya without any violence. But she had followed Delphi’s lead on taking them in at all. She was not sure that if it had been left up to her even a little bit that they would have come back to the pride with any thralls at all. So it was strange that Delphi, a first timer, had made that decision for the three of them. She was still uncomfortable about it. She did not have a problem with the pride practice of keeping thralls. Someone had to do the hunting and cub keeping, and someone had to do the viking, right? Well, even though she did not think she would ever have a personal thrall any time soon.  

[Puhterodactyl]

Brynhildr let out a big puff of air and shook her head as she sat down next to her fellow reaver.

“That Delphi, huh?” The reaver from the pride of demons certainly had strong ideas about how to run around and be a viking.

“Did you hear she came from a pride of demons? Do you think that’s why she’s got that getup with the skull and everything?” She tilted her head and searched Shireen for answers. What did that even mean, “demons?” Did they fight demons? Did they worship them? Did the lions think that they, themselves, were demons? Because any of those things seemed ridiculous. Granted, she had just had some aunts and uncles sired by a god, but that was neither here nor there. Gods were always known of. Demons? Psst, just scary bedtime stories for cubs, she thought. And, she considered, the lioness had not joined their pride alone. She had come with her purple father and equally purple sister.  

[Puhterodactyl]

Shireen shrugged. She had been born in the pride of lions who had lived in the pride longer than the ones that Brynhildr came from (not that it was a status thing but that they had not been out and about recently to hear this and that about one pride or the other) so she did not know much about Demons or their odd apparel choices but that was neither here nor there.

"I do not understand it but I guess it is not really up to you or me what other prides do. It would be better off for her and for anyone who has to go on a viking with her if she was more...adapted to what we do in the Stormborn. You know, tact, discipline. Mainly discipline, I think. I mean, it was only her first viking after all." It was also Shireen's first viking but that was also neither here nor there. Did Shireen feel like Delphi had stolen the lime light from her? Like it had been her glory to steal, or something. She really had not made up her mind on how she was supposed to feel about her fellow reaver or the viking. The dark black and brown lioness could not decide. All she could figure was that she would probably have to get used to working alongside those who she did not get along with. That was just part of life, right?  

[Puhterodactyl]

Bryn huffed. She had sort of wanted Shireen to dish with her about their strange pride fellows, but she supposed Shireen was right. She probably should not be so xenophobic or judgy. Unless Delphi acted out really weirdly again and gave her good reason to. Right? Yeah, of course it was.


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