[PRP] Looking For Trouble (Eostre & Vilhelmas)

[ChaosTheories]

Vilhelmas paced in front of the den. He had no reason to; he was simply bored, and had nothing better to do. The cubs were asleep, Eldahildr was gone somewhere, and he hadn't been left with any duties to do other than watch the cubs. But sleeping cubs didn't do anything, especially after a day of running around and pulling his tail as their latest "prank". He loved them, even though they didn't share his blood, but some days he wanted to shake their ridiculous ideas out of them.

He stopped pacing and looked up at the night sky. The stars glowed as they always did, but sometimes they were joined with strange lights and sounds these days. He didn't have any clue what it meant, but it certainly gave him something to look at. Perhaps if he had been a seer, he would have had some ideas, but he wasn't a seer. He was just a lonely, bored thrall.

He sat down with a sigh. There had to be more to life than this.  

[Syrius Lionwing]

ChaosTheories

Eostre moved easily. Something about her heritage meant she could go for days without thinking about the fact that she had been going for days. Of course today she most certainly hadn’t been going for days. Her life was pretty straight forward, wake up, do nothing, go to sleep. Her mother was constantly on her back to go out and become a reaver. This nagging, harassing if you will, made her more stubborn. She was, at the moment, flat out refusing to even think about it this only made her mother more surly and quite frankly it was making her lazy.

The life of simply a freeborn really didn’t suit her at all. She didn’t find the world interesting at all, the pride could be fun in its own way, but of late it had been no fun and by digging in her heels she was essentially creating her own boredom.

Honestly she had to seriously think about becoming a reaver even if it meant making her mother happy, which for some seep down reason made her very irritated. The massive beige and pink lioness rounded a corner and came face to face with the chocolate brown male. A brow lifted curiously, he seemed equally bored. “It’s a good day to die.” She churred the standard greeting at the dark male.  

[ChaosTheories]

Syrius Lionwing

He wasn't expecting anyone else to be wandering about, so the voice made him jump. He turned quickly to face it - or her, as it was - and gave her a sheepish smile. "Indeed, it is," he replied, getting to his feet.

Who was this lioness? He couldn't recall talking to her, so he was immediately wary. Was she thrall, freeborn, or reaver? Either way, it was time to put on his meek thrall act, just in case she didn't like what she saw. It was really just an act; around his owner and friend, he was just as boisterous and confident as any reaver. He didn't even hide who he was from her niece anymore, either. It hadn't been fair, being a ghostborn cub taken into thralldom, when he had all the qualities that would have made him a fine reaver!

He didn't let anything but a calm, submission colour his features as he lowered his head to Eostre. "I apologize if I am in your way."  

[Syrius Lionwing]

ChaosTheories

The big lioness silted her head curiously, his demeanour seemed to shift as she spoke to him, he went from normal to submissive. She wasn’t sure if she liked the shift but she decided to shrug it off and make conversation. Perhaps this male would be interesting and would at least stave off the boredom for a little while.

“You seem bored, di you need something to do?” She queried, her orange eyes fixed carefully on the male. His obvious shift in behaviour told her he was a Thrall. He didn’t look like a thrall. Far from it he looked, well, like any other lion around here, he didn’t seem to have that beaten down look that many Thralls did. He didn’t seem to be defeated, just crafty.

“What is your name?” She rumbled approaching him without hesitation, her tail tilted at a passive aggressive angle.