[PRP] The Eye of the Storm [Æinarr x Elda'dido]

[Vashtya]

Perched rather precariously on a large boulder, an adolescent lay sprawled carelessly in the weak sunlight. A spectator could be forgiven for wondering how he was so blase when he looked as if he might fall off if the breeze changed direction...but the youth in question was not prone to worrying about such mundane things - he had a superior sense of balance, and the reflexes of a future warrior...if he didn't say so himself.

Æinarr rather enjoyed watching the duels at the border (although he couldn't stifle a wince when he watched a dark-pelted lioness get her a** handed to her). He enjoyed sparring, himself, and unsurprisingly, was rather good at it (just ask him; he'd gladly tell you so). However, until he went on his first viking and had the opportunity to put his skills to a real test, he wasn't averse to seeing if he could learn something from watching others...he was naturally talented, but there was always room to improve.

...Additionally, it was vastly more entertaining than lounging around his mother's den.

 

[Ctrl F Greenie]

Soot colored pelt tumbled head over paw, in amidst the clashing of bodies a brightly colored pattern emerged from time to time. The pattern ocassionally revealed a wing marking - recognized by some, not all though, as that of Ali'dido. A grunt signified raising her stiff body from the ground and a second signified her being knocked back down.

Brightly colored brows furrowed in her frsutration and she grumbled sourly beneath her breathat the circumstances. She was left feeling bitter and unfulfilled when the duel ended. Her opponent hadn't only beaten her, but had achieved the very goal she desired. The female left the duel to become a Shield-Maiden. It all made the loss worse for her somehow. Instead of celebrating another of her gender achieving a bit of freedom she found herself despising the lioness.

Much like she despised the first set of eyes she found afterwards.

They were dark and set among camo-like markings that dappled the lion from cheeks to tail tip. It wasn't so much that she had caught him glancing in her direction, it was more or less the confidence he seemed to half just perched there. Her eyes narrowed fiercely as she approached him without hesitation.

"You there, what is your problem?"
 

[Vashtya]

Looking completely unperturbed, Æinarr slid down from his perch, his movements liquid and effortless, giving the impression that he'd done nothing more than hop down off a small step, instead of placing his feet just so to avoid tumbling gracelessly to the ground. His maw curled up slightly at the corners in his default not-quite-grin as he looked the rather bristly lioness over curiously. He supposed defeat was a hard mouthful to swallow...but how else was one to get better? He knew he was capable of taking on just about anything, but even he wasn't immune to the occasional misstep.

"Problem?" He asked, making a show of looking around himself, as if he wasn't a hundred percent sure who she was speaking to. Feigning a look of concern, he met her gaze. "Is your vision as bad as your duelling? I was simply spectating, minding my own business..."

He might have had a moment of empathy with the rather painful-looking defeat she'd just suffered, but he couldn't resist poking the bear, so to speak - just to see how she'd react.

Ctrl F Greenie