A splash of deep pink and cream stood out among the earthy tones and grey-blue bodies of water along either side, which in turn mirrored the darkening rainclouds that swirled overhead. Fortunately, the rain was merely a coming threat and not a current one. Tokyo was not the biggest fan of the rain, which usually resulted in her fur remaining damp and her body cold all through the night, making it difficult for her to get any sleep.

Her arrival here was not due to a desire to join a pride, though it may be to her benefit to be part of one. As she wasn't a talented hunter, she usually required handouts from other lions, procured most commonly with flirtation with the opposite gender, or offering an older lioness a pleading look. Outside of food she often sought out warmth, which some lions were more than happy to provide. A pride might offer both of these things to her, though at what price?

Resting along the shoreline, the small female would enjoy the cool air and the smell of the sea. In her possession, a singular clam in which she had managed to pry open with carefully inserted claws. It didn't make much of a meal, but it had been one she managed to obtain on her own.

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Revna was not necessarily forcing the issue of finding new members for the pride today. She was at the passage, yes, but she found the autumn weather to be strangely calming and was mostly spending the moment enjoying the feel of the coming rain. The cooler weather was preferable to the northern women. She was not used to just how warm it could get here in comparison to her homeland.

She stood along the shore, watching the waves of the ever-revered ocean as they splashed against the sandbar, riled by a stiff breeze coming off the water. Glancing around, she spotted a color that did not belong in the brown and gray tones surrounding it. Pink and cream, the lioness stood out against her surroundings as she rested. Curious - she did not look to be searching actively for a new home, like some who came through here - Revna began to approach.

It took a minute to reach the stranger, who's strawberry coat was quite beautiful. Not as beautiful as her wife, Dhaveira, but still quite lovely, and a strong contrast to Revna's own black fur. "Hello," she said gently as she came within speaking distance of the other. "Are you new here?" Her accent was still heavy, despite months of living here now, and it would probably remain heavy for years to come.

Her wounds from one of her more recent outings were healing up nicely, though her ear was permanently torn now. To the stranger, she might look a little rough, but Revna held herself with the poise that she believed she should have with her rank, despite the almost-healed wounds.

@Tokyo

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Another would arrive after a time, no doubt a member of some importance to one pride or another. Tokyo had always been adverse to prides as a teenager, though not that she was getting a little older, she began to understand their value. As for what she could bring to one? She had no talent for hunting and was prone to upsetting the female population, but most of the males enjoyed her company well enough.

Eyes would study the stranger as she came to sit before them, tail curling around her and tongue brushing away remnants of her last meal. She would shake her head dismissively, hardly new to this place. She had left for a time, but she was back now and without her elder sibling to speak on her behalf. Would the name Tokyo ever be uttered again? It seemed a tragedy to be without her name, but she had no way to convey it to others.

@Revna

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The pink stranger was oddly quiet. Revna studied her, watching her body language and taking in her appearance. She was a beautiful girl, with her strawberry pink coat and white markings. The girl shook her head at Revna's question. With that, she had one answer, but it only brought more to the forefront of her mind. Some might have assumed that the girl was being rude, refusing to speak, but Revna chose diplomacy over emotion, so she imagined that there could also be a reason for her silence.

"Can't talk?" she asked softly, her voice even and friendly. She'd maintained her distance from the girl, giving them just enough closeness to talk - though it seemed she would be doing most of the talking - but still giving the lioness her space if she wasn't interested in company. After a moment's pause to give the girl time to reply, she posed a second possibility. "Or won't talk?" They were simple enough questions that she could nod or shake her head to, at least allowing her to continue to communicate without words, whatever her reasoning was.

@Tokyo

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this was her first duty as a princess to perform for her father's kingdom. she had seen plenty of members come, some who sought them out and some who were brought in. for a while, diantha had been curious as to where the latter came from - until now. in the crack of new dawn she rose from her den and sought out the passage. the land before her was not what she envisioned. dry earth and stone swept across her view; the ground was scarred by the prints of those who came before her. and the air clung with the scent of her kind. all the more inviting to the pride recruiters. she stepped in without hesitation and started searching.

it took her a moment for her to find any signs of life. in the distance, diantha noticed a pink lioness and an older gray woman. for a moment, diantha decided to simply listen, before noting the pink girl's lack of words and the gray woman trying to get her to speak. are you looking for someone? or trying to get somewhere? diantha cut in just as she slid out of her hiding place. or, perhaps, are you hoping to find a home? a smile spread on diantha's face, open and inviting for the pink girl, who carried the scent of a rogue. @Tokyo @Revna

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he moves after @Diantha with ease, though he falls behind just a bit. given his niece's massive proportions it's not surprising. but he arrives in time to ask if @Tokyo is looking for a home. feeling cheeky, he shakes his head. "she's not, dear niece." he assures the princess, feeling only a little bad that he's stealing her thunder. sort of. okay probably not at all. "she's coming home with us to the oasis." easy, a quick statement that seals her fate as an andal lioness. he rather likes the authority that seneca has given him to claim and steal and cause mischief as he needs ( needs is a strong word; want? no, that's not quite strong enough ). "no problem with that, right berry?" he annie asks the girl, though he cares little of her response. @Revna might have a problem - but he'll see. the older woman could, probably, kick his ass - but let's be real, he'll deserve it. i don't belong among the angels

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The game of twenty-one yes or no questions seemed likely to occur now, as the realization that Tokyo did not speak became apparent. The strawberry female found the process quite frustrating at times, and at the moment she desired only to have her fill of these clams. Was there a way to speed up the process? She would look at the lioness, then motion towards the clam in front of her, or what remained of it. She was here for food.

Two others would arrive afterward, preventing her from seeking out another of the shelled creatures in the surf. The first was a young girl, yet tall and with confidence, that must speak to her breeding and/or standing among her peers. Tokyo might have answered her questions in the same fashion as the first lioness, but a male was fast on her heels and smelling quite similar.

A male, now that was something she felt she could work with. It seemed easier to charm a male out of a meal or a warm body to lay next to than it did a female. Perhaps it was tied to intelligence? No, more likely it was just some base level need that ran much stronger in them. Not all responded to her in the same fashion though, a clawed paw and a show of irritation might come her way on occasion. when she was overly flirtatious.

She would stare at him, her expression impossible to read. Berry? She supposed it fit her well enough if the color was what they were going by. She might also be the sort where you could never be sure if you were about to bite into a sweet treat or something bitter. At least she didn't have to play the game of questions now that he blatantly claimed her, and with winter upon them, she might have an easier time getting food and warmth.

She would move from her position so that she might look at the male, even attempt to make one full circle around where he stood as if to study him. He was a handsome fellow at least. She was satisfied enough with the outcome, in her mind, she only pondered what food supply he might have available to her. With an expression both playful and inviting, she would aim a nip at his chin in a show of acceptance. I scratch your back, you show me where the food is.

@Revna @Diantha @Antares

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The girl seemed uninterested in company at the moment, and it was quite clear that she either wasn't going to or couldn't talk. Revna was about to decide to let her be with her lunch, writing this off as a waste of time, when other lions began to approach.

The first was a girl, rather large but still clearly young and growing into her body. She was gray and white, and not at all familiar to the dark Sigrun woman. She shook her head as the other spoke to the strawberry girl. "Don't bother; she either can't speak or won't." Revna would not stop her from inviting the girl to her pride, though. She no longer had any interest in trying to recruit this one. She did not believe it was what the Cove was looking for.

Then another appeared, this one a male. He was large, though not perhaps as large as the girl was destined to be. They seemed familiar, and that was cemented when he referred to the girl as his niece. Which pride where these two from, she wondered? Allies or enemies? They did not smell of Wolfbron like the others had, so it must be some other pride she was not yet familiar with.

The next words out of his mouth were ones that had been similar to the ones she had uttered when claiming Sarsaparilla, but there had been a unique reason behind her claim. He seemed to be doing it just because he could, and Revna wasn't going to put up with the audacity of the boy. She wasn't going to stop him from the claim, since she did not want the girl herself, but it wouldn't hurt to teach the whelp a lesson in etiquette.

"Now, now," she said, turning her whole body to face to the male. "Is that really any way to treat a lady?" Not that the female seemed to have any issue with it whatsoever based on her reaction. If anything, it seemed to have pleased her. But Revna wasn't about to allow this upstart to come and interrupt her unpunished. She smiled and circled to his right, her eyes glancing over him in an almost appreciative manner. "You must think all the girls can't resist you," she hummed, seemingly relaxed and merely admiring him.

With little warning she kicked off from the ground with her back legs and raced towards the male. There was only a yard or two of space separating them so she closed the ground quickly, launching herself at his right side with arms outstretched. She aimed to wrap her right arm around his chest and dig her claws in there while slinging her left arm over his back to dig her claws into the flesh of his other side in an awkward side-hug. At the same time her jaws parted, searching for purchase in the flesh of the back of his neck if she managed to loop her arms around him.


Revna vs. @Antares
Dominance
Rounds: 1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 19 + 8 + 1 + 16 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 13 + 4 + 6 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 15 + 5 + 14 + 6 + 17

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ooc: Revna is not going for a claim on Tokyo for obvious reasons. I would personally prefer this just be a fight between the two of them, but if either of you guys wants to get involved, I also won't say no xD

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much to diantha's unsurprise, her uncle @Antares came along soon after she arrived. she was certain someone was tailing her, but now her suspicions were clear upon the male's appearance. despite diantha's confidence that the strawberry girl will follow her, a girl close to her own age, antares still made his claim. diantha lets out a sharp exhale, casting a look of disapproval towards the male, though, at the same time, a smile played on her dark lips. it wasn't until the dark female that had been here first challenged antares to a dominance match that made everything even more interesting. diantha walked over to @Tokyo and, with a tilt of her head, she said come on, my uncle claimed you. she had no reason to believe @Revna wanted to defend antares's claim, with what she said. plus, the girl did seem quite fond of antares already. as much as she would like to stay and watch, diantha thought getting the rogue girl out would be a better option. let's go. [exit dia with tokyo?]

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@Diantha's face when he claims the woman only draws a grin and a quick flash of his tongue sticking out. she couldn't do what he can so he's not remotely sorry. miroslav women weren't with the power of the men, anyway, regardless of what the laws of amaryllis says. @Tokyo, for what it's worth, seems more than content to come with him. she circles, her eyes on his face, before pushing in close and laying a nip to the side of his face. his brows lift and his tail curls up over his haunches as he reaches a paw out to snag her, intending to pause her departure for a moment. "careful, now." he warns, voice pitched low, but eyes intense. there's an unspoken warning there: don't start what you can't finish. but then revna pivots to face him and he turns lazily to her with the quirk of a brow. she seems put off by antares claim and when she questions if that's how to treat a lady he blinks at the two andal lionesses and then back to the cove woman. "well, yes?" he says, slowly, as if she is the one who doesn't understand. she circles him slowly, eyes half-lidded, and he parts his jaws to taunt her, but - a moment later annie realizes this wasn't a real question. because she's suddenly exploding across the passage at him and he looses a wild, surprise laugh as he lurches to his right, pivoting his weight onto his haunches and rearing up like a horse. revna slams into him, though his shifting means that she rams into him head-on rather than from the side, her claws digging into both shoulders with enough pain that he groans. blood wets his fur and before he can even react, her jaws are buried in the flesh on the side of his neck, where the right part of his neck curves into his shoulder. his tail whips, still on his hind legs, and he swings both forelegs up hoping to dig his claws into whatever bits of flesh he can reach, though he aims for the underside of her chest and ribs. simultaneously he leans his weight forward, hoping to rest it fully on the woman and aid in tiring her out quicker. annie v @Revna for dominance 1/3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 7 + 8 + 13 + 14 + 10 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 11 + 16 + 14 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 15 + 8 + 2 + 6 + 10 i don't belong among the angels

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