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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 1:18 am
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The dark blue and white lioness pouted deeply. She stirred a toe in the dirt, creating a swirl pattern, then blew it away with a deep and heavy sigh. She rolled over onto her side, then onto her back, frowning at the sun and clouds. She had been abducted to this strange and foreign land, forced into the role they called thrall and then left all by herself and gosh darn it if she just wasn't so friggin bored!! Her life was really hard.
Xanthippe sighed again, heavily, but was disappointed once more as it did not have the desired effect because there was no audience for her subtle and morose tantrum. Adelheid had left her all alone- again! Something about needing to talk to her mother about the identity of her father or blah blah blah, frankly she was not in the leas bit interested, but she had smiled and nodded the way that she knew she had to do for Ebumnyami for her pink and purple aunt to just get on with it and be on her way instead of ugh, filling her brain with details and things that she did not care about but would be forced to remember someday. Truly, cruel. She liked Adleheid, though. All of the reaver's family had been welcoming and receptive to her. Adelheid's mother and half-sister were the best, they even pitied her because they had been thralls for a time themselves. Chayah was marked with scars from the ordeal, but Xan suspected her fate was not the same. She was too pretty to mark up like that.
But no one was around to appreciate her prettiness and if that just was not the biggest waste of Xanthippe's life and looks, than she did not know what was. The dark blue and white lioness heaved herself to her feet (dramatically) and sulked off towards where Adelheid had mentioned that perhaps more thralls would be. |
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 1:28 am
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Dhikkara never made a point of going around to where thralls congregated to, like, pick up chicks, but the lion had noticed an uptick of female interest whenever he did. Or at least it was more positive interest from lionesses than what he received at home from his mistress, Delphi. While she did not seem to have little or any interest in him sexually, she did ensure that the white lion was endlessly busy detailing her skull or soaking her scarf or sweeping her den or arranging the bones or so on. It was exhausting, but sometimes he made a little bit of time for himself in between his chores, or better yet, when she was out reaving but left him behind. While he still had to maintain the orderly nature of Delphi's den just so, she was not there to mess it up throughout the day which created quite the parcel of free time in his days.
Thankfully, he had one such occasion right now.
Or rather luckily.
From a distance, he saw a dark blue and white lioness approaching. Her coat was intricately marked with a sort of pink and purple filigree, her legs and paws like clouds soaked in light at sunset, like she was floating into his dreams, truly a goddess. But, uh, how would he be able to talk to her without sounding, well, really weird? His brows furrowed and he chewed his lip nervously. As he fretted over what course of action to take, he spotted a pair of other male thralls who had taken notice of her too and were making their way over to the goddess. He had to get there first!!
Dhikkara did his best speed walk over to her, trying not to pant from the awkward near-run and forced restraint of his breathing so he would not look too overeager. With even more luck- or perhaps a divine intervention and sign of blessing, he was able to snatch up a pristine and perfect white flower.
When he was close enough, he presented it to her at her pink feet.
" ... "
...No words!??! |
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 1:40 am
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Xanthippe had noticed the white male with the vibrant mane almost instantly. She could tell he was not of the Myrsky Stynyt stock, though she could not put her toe on what it was. Softer features? Smaller stature? But he was a handsome devil, lithe and chiseled at the same time. She bit her lip in anticipation, hoping he would introduce himself first but knowing she would not let him slip from her grasp if he was going to act coy. She also had an eye out for the other males who were making their way over together.
Ew.
In her mind, males lost points if they had to bring along extra help just to introduce themselves to an intimidatingly beautiful gal such as herself. She was relieved when the handsome stranger reached her first, though she noted his awkward pace and weird breathing, and she sighed deeply, batting her lashes at him when he placed the flower at her feet and ...
... No words? Uh. This was a little out of her wheel house now.
"Are you okay?"
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"You take my breath away!"
He could have flung himself off of a cliff right then and there, truly. What was that? He hoped he was not grimacing as he mentally berated himself for being such an idiot. The former jini-msemi member felt like an eternity had passed and was about to excuse himself to go find such a cliff to throw himself off of, but she saved him. The lioness batted her eyelashes at him again said her name.
"Xanthippe."
Like an ocean breeze (but not the cold and salty, stinging Stormborn kind), he felt like the goddess had blessed him.
"Dhikkara." He bowed his head in reverence to his new deity and object of worship.
"You're new here, right? Please, allow me to show you around."
If the end of their tour coincided next to his den where he knew no mistress would be showing up unexpectedly to yell at him and make him do work, well, then so be it. He would let fate decide. It had already helped him greatly today.
the end.
total word count:
Xanthippe : 501 words
Dhikkara : 514 words
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