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Life had been less than kind to the Dawn woman since she had left Amaryllis. But it had also forced her to grow up rather quickly. Having joined a small band of lions she was quick to learn that being the docile laid back princess she once was, no longer was a suitable demeanor without her brothers to protect her. It had forced her to tap into the hidden anger that bubbled just beneath the surface. And sadly, this was where it all went wrong. One lioness got out of hand with her, something about Larkspur wanting this womans husband. Which could not be more false. a match to the death had been issued, and Larkspur attempted to flee the night before. If only it had been so easy...


The gold pelted lioness shifted on her paws while she walked through the tall grass that bordered the Plains pride. The first pride she had ever called home here. Confident most of those she had relied on had either grown up or moved on Larkspur limped towards the borders.


There was a long gash from the edge of her right elbow that curved around to the front of her forearm stopping above her wrist. It made it hard to walk and each time it would reopen it a little more. The area just behind her right cheek had bite wounds and a notch in her right ear, both were patched as good as she could do herself. And if anyone asked, the other one got off far worse.

Tiredly the small golden girl would recline into a seated position just before the borders, she just needed a place to stay. To gather her strength once more.


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As usual, Aurochs was out looking for the perfect size of food. Something small enough to take down by himself but large enough to brag about. His large paws crushed a pattern along the borders as he followed what could be the biggest zebra anyone had ever seen. Hopefully. That dream dissolved in a sparkly poof when he smelled A Girl. For a moment the vision of the zebra lingered. Maybe he was on the trail of a girl with the biggest butt anyone had ever seen.

So basically: girl, butt, on their borders. Aurochs broke into a trot. She smelled like a rogue and he saw immediately that she was small and unfamiliar. Quite likely he would have recognized her if she was of courting age when last they'd met, but he seldom wasted time acknowledging the existence of uncourtable women. He, on the other paw, was the same distinctive gray boulder as before, maybe even a little bigger with his mane's full adult growth. And his expression was unusually friendly. The sort of familiarity that one pressed on strangers one found interesting.

"Hey there... oh whoa, you're hurt?" He could have realized that earlier, but hadn't, because butts. "Let me help you to the healer. Or the food. Do you need food? Water?" He looked around as though hoping aid would materialize and he could take credit for making it appear.

@Larkspur

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Lifting her sore leg gingerly she began to clean some of the blood off, minding the scabs. Or at least the ones that hadn't reopened. When out of the corner of her emerald eyes she saw movement. A type of movement and color that just didn't really match with the paler colors of the Plains. A fuzzy grey rock stood out pretty bad amongst the grass. Turning to face the lion when he appeared she had to withhold her sharper tongue when he stated the obvious.

Then he was quick to offer solutions, in rapid fire no less. Larkspur gave a little shake of her head replacing her paw upon the ground gingerly. Wait, I just need a minute to rest... All this moving around has only made my leg worse she explained, her voice was silky smooth and had a slight pleading edge to it. The kind of voice that mysnostic men loved in their wives. Though, she was far from submissive anymore.

I got this far, but it would be silly of me to push it further she added with a kind appreciative smile on her lips. Though she smelled of blood, there was a underlying scent of jasmine on her. A flower she often would use to aid in disguising her scent. Suddenly she realized the size difference between them, her a small frail girl, and him a mountain next to her. Larkspur. my name... er sorry, must be from exhaustion" she lied smoothly with a embarrassed smile.



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@Aurochs

The fur around her wounds was rough from where it had recently been groomed. He nodded vacantly, staring at the texture, wondering how soft it was. The fur, not the meat. She wasn't too badly injured, but she was still in distress! He caught that pleading edge and squared his shoulders even more square than they were before to glare watchfully behind her. "Was something chasing you?" He didn't smell any other intruders but most of the borders just smelled like Lorien lions and their shit. He hoped whatever might have chased her was either long gone or small enough to demolish easily. And that there was only one of them. But he flexed his claws as though willing to take on a whole army. Hero at her service.

"Don't you worry," he explained, very willing to soothe her for the lure of more soft humility in return. "Aurochs on the job."

@Larkspur

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Larkspur normally took a great deal of pride in her appearance, but when one was this beaten up and exhausted it was hard to care about such things. Brows furrowed in concern, why was he looking past her? And she felt a shiver of shyness come over her when he reassured her that he was on the job of protecting her. Rather boldly she moved to step closer to him, trying to limp forward and stand facing him still with her shoulder close to his. "No, it's ok. they are long gone." she reassured the brave male with a gentle soothing tone, a tired smile flashed towards him.

"If I didn't have to keep moving, my leg would have been fine," she added with a quiet chuckle, soft and light like her voice. It was her own fault for letting it reopen, but Amaryllis seemed safer to her than being out in the open. "I am Larkspur" she introduced with a slight shine in her green eyes while she looked at him, he was a lot more handsome up close. Though she wouldn't dare say it out loud, gods forbid she end up in someone elses business again!


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@Aurochs

She approached closer to him, and Aurochs only didn't square his shoulders and puff himself up more because his shoulders were already in a geometrically perfect square and another puff of arrogance might make him burst. This was nice - but also worried him - for, despite her assurance that they were gone... were they, though? He didn't want to have to be brave.

He glanced at her then fitfully back away, scanning the horizon again. "So long as they're gone." And yet, this bout of good fortune now presented a new challenge. He didn't actually know if they had any healers here. Better get her attached and committed before that became an issue. "@Larkspur. Yeah." And realized that she had probably needed to say it twice because he had been looking so distracted before. "Sorry, I did get that. Just uh. Super making sure there's no danger."

Priorities, Aurochs! Think with your cock, not your trauma. "So I could get you some water, do you want to lean on me, or I could find a big... leaf." Lots of grass here. No leaves.

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The way he puffed, stuttered and seemed preoccupied with being a big strong hero guy was luckily appealing to the Dawn girl. She found it cute and amusing. "Trust me. They won't be a problem for anyone anymore," she reassured with a sweet voice, not realizing how her words may sound and combining it with such a kind sweet voice may be ... off putting.

A brow lifted with curiosity when he repeated her name, she figured it was so he could commit it to memory better. ""If you don't mind, I can lean? Unless you don't want blood on you..." she murmured quietly, looking down at her arm which honestly had mostly dried blood, but when she walked some of the scabs did open up again. Emerald eyes looked up at Aurochs own green pair, studying them with interest she smiled kindly. And without realizing spoke a word that was out of context, ""Moss"


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@Aurochs

Aurochs was happy to believe that there was no danger. And even if there was, so long as it stayed away for a few days and became someone else's problem, well, then that was someone else's problem. She was trying to reassure him in a way that she really, really wanted him to believe her, and Aurochs wasn't enough of a dick to hold suspicion over her head. "A'ight, I believe you." He half-blinked and shrug-nodded, eager to move on from this subject... much preferring the process of getting to know her better.

"Go ahead and lean. I've had worse than blood on me, anyhow." He offered a shoulder, counter-balanced with spread toes and gripping claws. He wanted to be a super rock, unbudgeable when it came to supporting the ladies. She seemed so nice and he didn't want to be anything other than supportive. Her face stirred his sympathy. He gazed at her and when she suddenly spoke he wondered if he had zoned out, missed part of a conversation that ended with moss. "Moss?" ah yes "Uh, we can find some? To clean up? Gotta find one of those low meadows... one that's in the shade... lots of moss around here probably a bit crispy, this time of year." Luckily she had stumbled upon the moss-expert of the Plains.

@Larkspur

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Larkspur was extremely hesitant to explain exactly why the danger was no longer a threat. Or that some of the dried blood on her wasn’t hers. But it had been either her or them, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her! So when he finally gave in she did not question it, and she smiled softly when he said he had worse than blood on him. Carefully she leaned her smaller frame against his giant form, she felt small … and remembered there was a time when she felt this way with another, with Orson. And she wondered how many cubs he had by now. If he was still around.

When their green eyes met she realized he had gotten lost in hers as he stuttered out a repeated word. "“yeah, it will help clean things up better than I could do,” she agreed masking a giggle. Leaning her frame into his she even lightly pressed her maw to his maned neck, "“Alright, lead the way my storm knight” she purred with a silky tone but there was a little flicker of playful amusement in her eyes.


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@Aurochs