Labeled mature just in case. // Caillen had been on her things, keeping mostly to herself. She felt enormously incomplete, like if something was missing from her life to make it happier. Of course she had her mother who loved her, a place to sleep, and a task she could do despite her size difference with almost any other lion who called this their home. But having her father now living out, away from them, from her made her incredible sad. She tried not to make it that clear or easy to note for others. By keeping herself busy and away from the most part. Making any excuse she could think of for going to hunt, and walk beyond the limits of the Mire. As the sun began to drop into the horizon, the small lioness was just returning from the last hunt of the day, carrying a dead gazella, some blood staining her wheat lips and some parts of her throat. And with it she approached to the food caches, looking for getting it with the rest of the meat. @Adalwolf

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Adalwolf had settled into a patch of sunlight earlier on in the day and was watching some of the comings and goings of the pride. With no duties to attend to for the moment he was free to do as he pleased and watching his pride mates seemed a good way to perhaps learn a few things.

Just as the sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon to signal the coming of the night a familiar shape appeared from the shadows, dragging along a small gazelle of some kind and heading toward the food caches. He remembered her from the briefest of encounters - when he had fought the man who had injured his wife this little girl had arrived and called his opponent dad.

Unable to resist the urge to perhaps get under the man's skin, he pushed himself up and wandered towards the food cashes as well, his predatory gaze following the small girl's progress. When she reached the cache he approached her from behind, his steps quiet against the cold ground. "How is your Vater?" he asked her, a sneer on his face and in his voice. Maybe she would recognize him. He certainly hoped she did.

@Caillen

so the question i ask is

where the fuck is your god now?

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Finally she reached her destiny, one she had gone to for as long as Alaric claimed this place for the first time. Pretty much her entire existence until now. Carefully she placed dead animal into the pile, for then placing some herbs to perhaps keep insects away. Meat with worms wouldn't be healthy for them right? Now she needed to clean up the mess on her fur, which was somewhat covered in a mix of dry and still fresh blood. It was part of her job but it could smell bad if she didnt clean it up soon enough. But when she turned to have her leave, a man stood there. Blocking the way out. Narrowing her eyes a bit she recognized him. From previous meetings and hunts, but also. He fought her father, for reasons she didnt know of, well she had been away from a lot of things out lately, so she was ignorant for the most part. She didnt know what Vater meant but she guessed it had something related to her father. "He does well.." Of course she lied, she didnt know how he was. He didnt call this pride home anymore.. @Adalwolf

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He saw the flash of recognition in her eyes and he smiled that dark smile at her, a spark of cruel mischief in his eyes. He wouldn't step on toes and harm her unless she pushed him to that point, but he was more than happy to ruffle the girl's feathers a little bit. Perhaps to frighten her into thinking that he might do her harm after all.

"Is zat so?" he asked lazily, his voice falsely curious. "Zo you are his child, hmm? Und what did you zink of our fight, I wonder?" He stepped a little closer to her, crowding her in against the raw meat that was stored in the cache, eyes roaming over her in a way that was entirely predatory - and not in a lustful sort of way. He could imagine his claws tearing into her flesh and his teeth sinking into the meat of her body, hurting something of Ronin's, just as he had damaged something of Adalwolf's.

"You're vater is ein bad man, you know," he whispered to her, moving his head closer to her ears. "He hurt mein vife for fun." Lies, of course. He had no idea what the fight had been over or who started it. But the damage was done and the enemy made at the end of the day.

@Caillen

so the question i ask is

where the fuck is your god now?

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Things were quickly escalating and of course for the kind of clumsy lioness it was frightening. This brought memories, of Erna. She never hurt her per say, but her presence was always intimidating, and this man had a similar demeanor. Like a male counterpart of the fallen king's mate. Bobbed tail pressed hard between her legs. Pointy ears flattened in response to his approach. She was in a corner, the only way out blocked by him. Everyone was a giant beside the girl, small and fragile she knew she didnt have a chance with fighting him. She barely had any fighting skills. So everything right now was against her. So all she could do was to stand her ground and be brave. But not even her knew how long it will last. "Yes, I am." Not by blood but it didnt matter. Nor did he have to know she wasnt his biological child. "I hope you are well too.." A lie? Or perhaps a taun. She didnt know but she wasn't having a good control of her words nor actions right now. "Just like you." She said, not caring. She loved her father, and even if herself didnt know the circumstances of this present fight with this man's mate but he hurted him. And those who hurted her loved ones were not to enjoy her care nor interest. @Adalwolf

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He was making her nervous and he was enjoying every moment of it. He pressed even closer, his mane brushing against her in the small space. He lowered his head down toward the tiny lioness' ear, almost as if he were trying to suffocate her with his closeness. The effect he had on her was intoxicating. "Do you know vhat your vater did?" he hummed, his voice low and dark. He was speaking the truth, whether she believed it or not. "He pinned my poor vife to zee ground," he whispered, a fake whine of pain and sadness laced into the words as he lifted a paw just slightly and extended his claws, dragging them through the dirt. "Und he slashed her belly open, just because he could."

The state that his wife had returned to him in was dire enough that she had needed a medic and had taken some time to recover. "It is ein shame your vater beat me," he said with a regretful sigh. "I vould have luffed to leaffe my mark on his face." The grin on his own face turned sadistic as his eyes cut to her, bright and dangerous. His own face bore the scars from his fight with Ronin, but scars were just a part of the Rike lifestyle. The Jarl needed more to show that he would not shy away from a fight.

@Caillen

so the question i ask is

where the fuck is your god now?

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She could feel the hairs of her nape grow tall, feeling threatened by him. Of course she did with anyone this size, who was quick to make her feel this way. Like if her life was in danger, and running wasn't an option. He was blocking the entrance. All she had left was standing her ground and wait for him to grow bored or something. When one lacked the strength to trade blows and bites, putting on a brave mask was all one could do. She looked down, knowing any eye contact could make it harder for her to keep an strong posture. Her bobbed tail still between her legs. "I am not afraid of you! I am not afraid of anything." She proclaimed, now finding his breath and mane brushing against her hairs. She wasn't allowed to show fear, her mother would never do. "There are more scary lions than you! And I never ran from them!" Which was partially true, in the war she never ran even being surrounded by colossal lions. @Adalwolf

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Her age began to show - he knew she was young, even though she was an adult - as she lashed out at him with words that did the opposite of what she intended. "Not afraid?" he purred, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Oh, the things he could do to make her afraid of him. But terrorizing this lioness might very well put his alliance in jeopardy and he didn't want to do that. But if he could scare her then he would do his best with words alone.

If he had no alliance he would do much more than that to the frightened little girl.

"Funny," he said with a dark chuckle, attempting to press even closer still. "Usually someone only says that vhen zey are afraid, hmmm?" Why declare that you aren't afraid? That usually means that there is reason to doubt such a statement.

"I could become dein worst nightmare, Mädchen," he crooned in her ear. "I vould love to sink mein fangs into your pretty little neck."

@Caillen

so the question i ask is

where the fuck is your god now?

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Ears remained pinned as her lips now curled up to show her small yet very sharp teeth. "Leave me alone!" She said now trying not to let tears come out, she needed to be strong, just like her mother would be. She wasnt liking this closeness with whom now she considered a threat, a dangerous individual. And this situation was triggering strong emotions inside her, too much for her to take hold of. Her mind felt hot now, but her limbs didnt move. She wanted to stand her ground, and even though a side of her wanted to call for her mother or even Alaric, she knew she needed to learn to defend on her own, to not depend too much on stronger lions to stay alive. What would her mother do or say in a situation like this? Would she just pounce instead of being tucked and waiting for the worst? What words would she say to a threat like this? But deep in her core she knew she was not her mother. She wasnt as strong. Anything she could say wouldn't sound as cool as the abyss queen. Nor as badass as her father could instead. "My father wasn't afraid of you! Why should I?" She finally spits, feeling hints of perhaps stupid bravery. She took slow and low breaths, trying to calm down. Or else she could fall on whatever plans this lion had by coming here to bother her. "I will fight back if you try to harm me." Empty threats? Product of being afraid? Who knows, but what else could she do now? @Adalwolf

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Her fear was palpable, even though she tried her hardest to put on a brave face like her dear father. It wasn't enough to mask the sweet odor of fear that oozed from her skin. He relished it, taking a deep breath and savoring the taste of that fear. He so loved it when they were afraid. Unfortunately, this one was under Alaric's protection. He liked the man well enough and needed him of course, but it was such a shame that there seemed to be so many women here who were under his influence.

Alas, that meant that this little girl was safe.....for now. But that could be his little secret for the moment.

"Vhy should you be afraid of me?" he repeated to her with a dark chuckle. "Your Vater is as large as me, but you....? You are small," and oh so easy to break. He purred, pleased with the reaction she was giving him to his taunting and prodding. It was satisfying enough for now, even if he couldn't sink his claws into her flesh. One day, perhaps. But not today.

"Harm you?!" he repeated, feigning shock and leaning his head backward for a brief moment. "Fraulein, you misunderstand!" He leaned back towards her with a purr. "You vould enjoy every minute of it I'm sure," he crooned, opening his mouth and licking his fangs so she could see. And then he backed away again, a mournful sigh passing through his lips. "But I suppose I could leave you...unless you somezing else to say to me?" If he could tempt her into the first blow he could justify the situation.

@Caillen

so the question i ask is

where the fuck is your god now?

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