[PRP] Mother Meets His Mate (Larak, Gren and Sorra)

[belloblossom]

Larak had been happily impressed with Sorra's progress. She was growing stronger in her physical attributes and he suspected she would soon be able to go hunting with other Emkurcar. He waited with excited anticipation for the day where he may be able to introduce her as a pride member that had enough respect to be looked well upon. Someone who wouldn't be considered weak enough that she could be a Dhlurr. He wouldn't let that happen. Ever.

She may be far from earning the pride's respect, but she had already gained a friend and been doing so well in the exercises he provided for her that he had felt inspired. So, he had approached his mother, Gren, with an offer. He told her about the rogue female he had captured for his own at the border. He had told her about how her spirit was strong and her physical caliber was growing in strength too. He told her that he had wanted her to meet Sorra and, much to his relief and excitement, his mother had agreed.

So, they had agreed on a time and meeting place, later that day. Larak had woken Sorra early for this and was taking her out training as usual, where his mother would then intercept their route and meet with them. He was so energized that he trotted rather than walked on their usual hiking path.

"Tabaev 't ae tvok'aer baev! (Today is a special day!)" He told her as he sauntered around. "A siotk v'rr do ta'r'rs it ar aiu uir. Da rak botvae'u, klov v'rr rak liuk vai. (A guest will be joining us on our run. Do not despair, they will not hurt you.)"" He assured her.

Probably. He thought as he walked on, his eyes on the horizon in case his mother arrived early.

- Mynsed -

Kimaria

 

[Kimaria]

Gren was prompt, neither early nor late, stepping across the sand with an unpractised gait that made her hindquarters swing a little clumsily as she moved. She was neither beautiful nor elegent in demeanour, but she was kinder than appearances would have others believe. By the time she arrived her breath was a little ragged and it took her a moment to speak a greeting.

"Daor," she spoke fondly towards her son, touching her forehead briefly to his shoulder. To say that she had been excited about meeting his female was an understatement. She could have wished for nothing more than for her children to find the same love that she had found with Gael. Her heart could have sung with her joy.

"This is she?" she asked in her rough, guttaral tones, casting her eyes across at the female close by.

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- Mynsed -

 

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When his mother arrived, you could see the change in Larak. He straightened up, but also relaxed and he went forward to meet her, a pleased rumble in his throat as he received her greeting.

"Maklou, (Mother,") He rumbled, touching his nose to her ear, before moving to the side, so that both lionesses could see one another, with him standing beside each of them.

He nodded his agreement to his mother and then watched the scene closely, before turning his head to Sorra, a half-smile on his maw as he introduced them. "Sorra, kl't 't dv daklou, Gren gra-Groul. (Sorra, this is my mother, Gren gra-Groul." He turned his head to his mother, excitement showing in his eyes that looked so much like her own. "Maklou, kl't 't Sorra Suau, klo r'arott vla I bot'uo ka kaexo aet dv daeko. (Mother, this is Sorra Suau, the lioness who I desire to take as my mate.)"

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- Mynsed -

 

[- Mynsed -]

His excitement was catching. Amused and curious, she followed after her future mate. Her mate. It was still odd to think of it that way, leaving her heartbeat quickened and short of breath. She could have never dreamed of this, even when she first met Larak. She had loathed him and had thought he taken her captive. There was talks of taking her as a slave. Their bond was made over a promise and for a while, she could hardly speak to him without being spiteful. And now… now, he was her mate.

”You would not let them hurt me,” she replied breezily. That was something that had been there even before she fell in love with the man. He would not harm her. He would not let others harm her. Before there was love, before there was like, she had trusted her welfare with him. When she had gotten hurt or scared, it was mainly her own doing. And his concern for even that… it was astonishing.

The lady they approached was shocking, to say the least. Who was she? A spark of jealousy ran through her at the affection shared between them. Who was she?! Eyes narrowing, ears ducking, she was ready to snap at Larak. Sure, they hadn’t talked about being only for each other but she hadn’t thought it was something that needed to be said! Kimya hadn’t mentioned anything about open relationships in this culture. And Sorra was a very possessive lioness.

She nearly stalked forward to swat at him when his greeting reached her ears. … Maklou? Didn’t that mean… mother? ”Oh,” she breathed in relief, staring at the strange lioness again. Of course. That would make more sense. The coloring was somewhat the same. Their eyes… they were the same. Of course.

”H-Hello,” she quickly greeted, hoping to cover up her initial behavior. Hopefully, it wasn’t noticed. She stole a glance at Larak, frowning ever so slightly. She would be speaking to him later about this. Surprising her with this meeting… she needed time to prepare herself! Special day, indeed. These were the sort of things they should talk together privately about first.

”Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. gra-Groul,” she murmured politely in her own language. Her mother had raised her with manners, after all. ”How are you?” Kimya and Larak had both lectured her about strength being the most important thing. But, in Sorra’s mind, politeness and common courtesy should be just as stressed.

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[Kimaria]

[oops, sorry, missed that Mynsed had replied!]

She was a pretty thing. Unusual patterns and colours that made her stand out amongst the Nergui. And yet, Gren of all people, knew not to judge one by their appearance. She had been feared and shunned for hers when she had never meant any harm.

She smiled as warmly as she possibly could at the other's greeting and dipped her head, briefly, in reply. "Gren is fine," still, it did please her that the female had manners. "Better for meeting you. Has the Nergui been treating you ok?" She knew her people could be harsh at times. Cruel, even - though times were changing. "And my son, he treats you well?"

Her blue eyes turned briefly to Larak where she gave him a teasing look. He looked so much like his father now - all fully grown and pale as a misty morning. When had her babies grown into fine young adults?!

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- Mynsed -

 

[- Mynsed -]

Sorra was quite pleased with the lady. Appearances were apparently not everything; Gren gra-Groul turned out to be way more kinder than she looked. Her questions did leave her a bit nervous, however. She didn’t want to lie to the lady. ”As well as one might of expect from the Nergui,” she replied honestly, smiling hesitantly.

She looked over to Larak, smiling a bit. Perhaps, after knowing Gren more, she would tell her tales of how they met and their rocky road to get to this moment. To these feelings. Of course, they still had their moments, their days. But, it was much more peaceful with a lot more affection. ”He treats me probably more well than he should,” Sorra considered with a murmur, eyes on her mate.

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