After the fight, shed taken her leave to her den to nurse her wounds, which were many. She lay on a pile of skins, trying to carefully clean herself up, ignoring the flash of pain she felt every time her tongue would scrape against an open wound, next time she would do better. It was rare she lost, but it did happen, since her first husband, she did her damnedest not to lose, especially in times of war, it just wasn't an option.

The crimson woman finished most of the work, letting out a sigh as she laid her head down onto the skins below her, unable to lay it on her wounded paw, she would seek a healer later, right now she just needed to rest.

With a flick of her black tipped ears, she listened for anything, would her snow white queen come to visit her? She hoped she did not disappoint her today, that would hurt worse than the battle had.

@Icefang ♔

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She has waited a bit before creeping after @Astarte once everyone departed the rank challenge. It was disappointing that the female had lost, but there was always a loser in every battle. Icefang slinks quietly towards the den following the fresh scent of blood. She did not carry any herbs or remedies to soothe the burgundy lioness considering that was not her forte, but instead she carries a freshly killed hare. She does not announce herself or ask to be let in. The queen barges inside Astarte's smaller den, dropping the hare at her paws as she regards her with a curious eye. "How are you feeling?" She asks affectionately. "I wasn't really expecting anyone to win against him. He is as strong as I expected." Vincent had fought with a brutality that would likely cause any sane lion to pause. All she needed to do was get on his good side, so that she could wield him like a war weapon fighting with her instead of against her.

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It takes some time before Astarte is blessed with the presence of the white queen, but upon the barging in, Astarte is not annoyed, she seems to relax finally as the woman drops a hare at her paws and questions her. The crimson lioness gives a small smirk, shrugging a bit before nodding to the hare, "Thank you..." A pause before she rolls her shoulders a bit, "I'll live, I've fought a lot in my life time, if I can be thrown from a cliff after having my tail ripped from my body, I see this as nothing but a minor setback." She chuckled softly before she begins to eat part of the hare, stopping briefly to look up at the queen with a smoldering fiery gaze.

"You didn't bring anything for yourself, my queen."

The lioness would lick her lips, nodding along, "He'll make a fine warrior, lucky he's on our side, not to say I would hate to battle against him, because he is a worthy opponent, and I do love a battle that keeps me on my toes." Literally, she remembered the way the beast had lifted her above the ground with barely her toes brushing the dirt.

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@Astarte does well to not be bothered by Icefang's intrusion on a precarious position. A more prideful individual would likely wish to lick their wounds in peace away from the prying eye of the high sovereign. She accepts the hare and Icefang nods at the female's lax attitude in regards to her loss. "Perhaps you will best him next time?" She muses suggestively wondering if their fight today would prevent her from trying her luck again. She knew Astarte had planned to prove herself with time and the queen is curious if her attention might land on a different role.

You didn't bring anything for yourself, my queen.

"Oh?" she purrs "Who's to say that we can't share?" A smirk carves itself onto her lips and already she is plotting her next move as she waits for her company to take the first bite. "He is," she agrees in regards to Vincent's skill. "Perhaps I can convince him to teach his skills to the rest. He is here because of Cassius. I still need develop a closer relationship with him." The thoughts are mostly for herself, but as soon as she was done here she planned to go do a little check in her new lead fighter.

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The crimson woman smirks at her queens words, eyes looking up through dark lashes, a slight nod given back, "Perhaps, lead fighter is something I think I would excel in, but if there are other ranks that you would suggest, I'd be open to trying out. But a rank is not needed, because between us, I enjoyed going in disguise and maiming your enemies for you during the war." She chuckled, flicking her ears back then forward, a rank would make it a bit harder to get in and get out of others knew if her role, but she wasn't too worried about it.

The Ice Queen smirks and Astarte grins, fire igniting in her chest as she moved slightly over, ignoring the burn from her wounds as she made room for Icefang, "It would be my pleasure." She bites into the flesh, savoring the taste, listening to Icefang speak, taking in her words.

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"I could always use a Gentry," she hums softly, one claw reaching out to gently trace @Astarte's jaw. Icefang was not subtle in her flirtation and to see the dark female share her own lusty gaze, eyes batting behind long lashes driving the queen wild. She knew how to play the game, just like she wanted. "Or...a secret assassin, hm?" She tilts her skull, questioning as she pulls away. "Even a bodyguard. The last one did not do," she shook her head recalling Fissure's abrupt departure from service. He had quickly outed himself against the Brook and had disappeared not too long after. That one she hadn't been too concerned to track down...but if Astarte took a similar position, something told the queen she wouldn't allow this one to slip away at all.

She shifts to the side allowing Icefang to press in closer. Promptly, she adjusts herself to settle into Astarte's side, crown leaning forward to grasp a bite of the hare. "As...you...should," she purrs in between chews. She expected nothing less than all of them to derive pleasure in serving her. "You missed a spot," she teases, salmon colored tongue slipping out to stroke the lioness's cheek. A few licks and the bit of blood from the meal is gently wiped away.

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A claw traces her jaw and she cannot take her gaze off of the white lioness Infront of her, fiery gaze held in ICU blue oceans, it seems Icefang knew just what the crimson lioness was thinking, Astarte listens, and Assassin fit her well, and a body guard? Well that too was something Astarte could do without issue.

"Both of those jobs are well suited for me at your command, my queen."

She purred as Icefang pressed in closer, her eyes .watched her queen as she took a bite of the hare, and then she feels the rough edge of Icefangs tongue against her cheek, she lets out a shaky breath and before she even realizes what she is doing, a paw rises up, cupping the queens cheek, then moving to the nape of her neck gently but firmly as she crashes her lips against the Ice Queens. She pulls back just enough so that her lips are still brushing her companions and between heated breaths, she speaks huskily, "My turn." And then her lips are once again seeking the others, groaning softly as her body heats up, wounds now completely forgotten.

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"Perfect," she murmurs softly, pleased at @Astarte's submissive nature in accepting the roles offered to her. There was no question about it then. If she wanted a title that gave her some power, then gentry was hers. If she wished to just remain in the shadows or latched to the queen's side to protect her, then she knew where she should reside. Excitement shines in Icefang's good eye as a paw cups her cheek, pushing their lips together. Greedily, the queen devours the injured female, smirking at Astarte's forwardness. Where was Rainer now? Shame she couldn't rub the situation in his face, after he had nearly blown up her alliance with Wolfbron. But the thought of his shocked face is quickly wiped from her mind as the female yearns for more, begging for Icefang to take her. She shifts closer allowing the second round of hungry kisses to explode between them, one paw roughly pushing Astarte over and onto her back as the high sovereign positions herself on top. Her lips drift to her neck, fangs slipping out in an attempt to mark her as hers. She might of initiated this, but Icefang planned to make her cry out multiple times tonight. The brook would witness another one of her victims as she presses their bodies closer. This one, she didn't feel the need to hide.

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