Post by Alibaster on Jul 1, 2014 6:10:07 GMT
“Wake up, princess.”
Sarraphine started, staring around groggily. In the time Cathile had been gone she had fallen asleep again. It wasn't like she had much else to do, being severely injured and up a tree. The leopard was back, once more perched on the branch across from her own. He was grooming himself, licking blood from his claws and muzzle.
“Good morning. Or should I say good evening, I was gone a while,” he smirked, pausing to glance up at her. She scowled, claws digging into the bark.
“You are such a jerk! Get me out of this tree right now, I'm going home!” She roared, spit flying from her lips as she raged. For a second Cathile looked taken aback, and she thought she had won. Until he started laughing.
“Real cute,” he managed, still snickering. “Yeah, you're totally in perfect condition to go sprinting through the savannah all on your own. You'd be dead in a heartbeat.”
As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Sarraphine could hardly move, the pain much too intense for any strenuous activity. Still, she was pissed. This asshole may have saved her life, but he was far from a pleasant companion and she was beginning to hate him. Struggling to reign in her anger, the lioness sighed, forcing herself to calm down.
“...Whatever,” she muttered, looking away. Angry and homesick, she glared at the tree bark, tail lashing.
“That's what I thought,” Cathile said, smirking. “Now, are you going to chat with me properly or am I going to do all the talking?”
Sarraphine glared at him, her lips pulled back in distaste. “Why would I make conversation with a leopard?” She hissed.
“Because I saved your life,” he said. “And because I'm probably the most gorgeous male you've ever seen in your life. I'd bet I'm at least ten times hotter than that king of yours.”
She couldn't help but laugh at that, though it was rather harsh. “Nanka beats you for looks any day,” she said, her smile malicious.
“Well, I’ve got him beat in the charm department, at least,” Cathile responded, looking smug. “There's no way he's got more flare than me.”
Sarra grunted at that. She couldn't exactly contradict him. Nanka was nice enough, but he was a bit of an oaf, to say the least. He was her king and she was loyal to him, but still; she preferred more intelligent companions. Of course, she wouldn't admit this to Cathile, she was still mad at him.
“Either way, he's stronger and more powerful than you'll ever be,” she said, lying her chin on her paws.
“Who says I care about power? I'm strong enough to catch my own prey and get my kills to safety. I don't need power or any more strength than I’ve already got,” Cathile said, a genuine smile gracing his face for the first time.
Well, what was she supposed to say to that? Honestly, she was rather impressed. He had managed to drag her dead weight up here without killing her, and he looked well-fed, even plump. Just then she noticed the fresh scent of meat on him, and realized the blood had come from yet another kill.
“Well, you're no fun. How am I supposed to keep the argument going now?” She said. Cathile just shrugged, grinning.
“I suppose you'll just have to settle for small talk, I'm not very easy to argue with,” he teased. “So, Sarraphine, how old are you? Have any cubs yet? Ever fallen in love? First kill? First lion-on lion fight? Any siblings?” he rattled off questions at light-speed, his grin never fading.
“Three years old, no cubs, never fallen in love, wildebeest, intruding rogue, two sisters and four brothers,” She said, smirking as she answered every question he threw at her. “My turn. Favorite food? Night-time or day-time? Ever fought a lion? Mated with anyone? Ever met a human? Do you have any horrific diseases?”
“Antelope, night-time, never, plenty of leopardesses, saw a human once as a cub, none that I'm aware of,” Cathile said, returning her smirk. “You're alright, Phin, just keep your temper under control,” he laughed.
“Phin?” She asked, incredulous. “It's Sarraphine.”
The leopard shrugged, letting his legs dangle off the branch. “Get some sleep, Phin, you're gonna need it if you plan on leaving this tree, like, ever.” With that he turned away, settling down on his branch. As she watched, his breathing evened out and he was asleep.
Sarraphine groaned. “I've been sleeping aaaaaall daaaaay!” She grumbled, but Cathile was too far gone, his breaths deep and steady. Pouting, the lioness watched him. And then she got an idea.
Moving carefully so as not to reopen her wounds, she gained her paws, balancing precariously on the wide branch. The lioness held her breath as she leaned over, one paw extended. Nearly there....Gotcha!
Cathile fell to the ground with a yelp and an audible 'oomph,' staring up at her from where he lay on his back. Sarraphine stuck her tongue out at him, grinning.
“Don't call me Phin!” She yelled, smirking.
Sarraphine started, staring around groggily. In the time Cathile had been gone she had fallen asleep again. It wasn't like she had much else to do, being severely injured and up a tree. The leopard was back, once more perched on the branch across from her own. He was grooming himself, licking blood from his claws and muzzle.
“Good morning. Or should I say good evening, I was gone a while,” he smirked, pausing to glance up at her. She scowled, claws digging into the bark.
“You are such a jerk! Get me out of this tree right now, I'm going home!” She roared, spit flying from her lips as she raged. For a second Cathile looked taken aback, and she thought she had won. Until he started laughing.
“Real cute,” he managed, still snickering. “Yeah, you're totally in perfect condition to go sprinting through the savannah all on your own. You'd be dead in a heartbeat.”
As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Sarraphine could hardly move, the pain much too intense for any strenuous activity. Still, she was pissed. This asshole may have saved her life, but he was far from a pleasant companion and she was beginning to hate him. Struggling to reign in her anger, the lioness sighed, forcing herself to calm down.
“...Whatever,” she muttered, looking away. Angry and homesick, she glared at the tree bark, tail lashing.
“That's what I thought,” Cathile said, smirking. “Now, are you going to chat with me properly or am I going to do all the talking?”
Sarraphine glared at him, her lips pulled back in distaste. “Why would I make conversation with a leopard?” She hissed.
“Because I saved your life,” he said. “And because I'm probably the most gorgeous male you've ever seen in your life. I'd bet I'm at least ten times hotter than that king of yours.”
She couldn't help but laugh at that, though it was rather harsh. “Nanka beats you for looks any day,” she said, her smile malicious.
“Well, I’ve got him beat in the charm department, at least,” Cathile responded, looking smug. “There's no way he's got more flare than me.”
Sarra grunted at that. She couldn't exactly contradict him. Nanka was nice enough, but he was a bit of an oaf, to say the least. He was her king and she was loyal to him, but still; she preferred more intelligent companions. Of course, she wouldn't admit this to Cathile, she was still mad at him.
“Either way, he's stronger and more powerful than you'll ever be,” she said, lying her chin on her paws.
“Who says I care about power? I'm strong enough to catch my own prey and get my kills to safety. I don't need power or any more strength than I’ve already got,” Cathile said, a genuine smile gracing his face for the first time.
Well, what was she supposed to say to that? Honestly, she was rather impressed. He had managed to drag her dead weight up here without killing her, and he looked well-fed, even plump. Just then she noticed the fresh scent of meat on him, and realized the blood had come from yet another kill.
“Well, you're no fun. How am I supposed to keep the argument going now?” She said. Cathile just shrugged, grinning.
“I suppose you'll just have to settle for small talk, I'm not very easy to argue with,” he teased. “So, Sarraphine, how old are you? Have any cubs yet? Ever fallen in love? First kill? First lion-on lion fight? Any siblings?” he rattled off questions at light-speed, his grin never fading.
“Three years old, no cubs, never fallen in love, wildebeest, intruding rogue, two sisters and four brothers,” She said, smirking as she answered every question he threw at her. “My turn. Favorite food? Night-time or day-time? Ever fought a lion? Mated with anyone? Ever met a human? Do you have any horrific diseases?”
“Antelope, night-time, never, plenty of leopardesses, saw a human once as a cub, none that I'm aware of,” Cathile said, returning her smirk. “You're alright, Phin, just keep your temper under control,” he laughed.
“Phin?” She asked, incredulous. “It's Sarraphine.”
The leopard shrugged, letting his legs dangle off the branch. “Get some sleep, Phin, you're gonna need it if you plan on leaving this tree, like, ever.” With that he turned away, settling down on his branch. As she watched, his breathing evened out and he was asleep.
Sarraphine groaned. “I've been sleeping aaaaaall daaaaay!” She grumbled, but Cathile was too far gone, his breaths deep and steady. Pouting, the lioness watched him. And then she got an idea.
Moving carefully so as not to reopen her wounds, she gained her paws, balancing precariously on the wide branch. The lioness held her breath as she leaned over, one paw extended. Nearly there....Gotcha!
Cathile fell to the ground with a yelp and an audible 'oomph,' staring up at her from where he lay on his back. Sarraphine stuck her tongue out at him, grinning.
“Don't call me Phin!” She yelled, smirking.