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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 5:11 pm
 His time here had been... a little rough to say the least. Upon entering the pride the lion was greeted by a familiar face, the face of a lioness he once scored. While his entrance duel was difficult due to his need to defeat this fellow lioness, the fight ended in a bloody draw, leaving him, by default, victorious. This type of victory however felt half full, as he was unable to defeat Awilix. She was a demi-god however, sometimes her size really did effect the outcome of her own personal success.
This didn't stop him from feeling bitter however, and bitter he felt. Slowly his olive colored eyes narrowed as he found himself settling to sit alone, glancing out at a nearby forest. He would be off on a raid soon, with Awilix and Eygon, how would that go over? Did they still carry resentment for him? The lion sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to find peace in silence.
Today felt a little too tense for him. Something had to give.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2019 12:33 pm
The wind was vicious today and belted against the lioness, causing her hair to whip wildly. She was currently hauling a stash of herbs, meat, and miscellaneous goods she planned on trading at the market. With the effort it was taking her to walk through the tall grass in this weather, though, she had half a mind to get herself a thrall for errands such as this while she was there.
Because of the noise of the wind, which happened to blowing from behind her, and the fact her hair half blinded her in her efforts, Vígdís was quite unaware of the fact there was a large lion in her path... at least until she nearly tripped over said lion.
"Hey!" she cursed, nearly falling over him. "What do you think you're doing?" Clearly, he wasn't doing much. She was only hostile with him because of her frustration and quickly realized her tone. It really was her fault for trying to take a short cut, rather than sticking to the worn paths that led from her den to the market square.
She dropped the sack she'd been carrying and attempting to swipe her hair from her eyes. "Sorry, sorry, I−" about that time, her sack, caught up in the current of the wind went tumbling. With another curse, the lioness lunged for the sack but still lost a few bound herbs through the loosened top. Making a noise of frustration that was likely lost in the wind, the lioness attempted to recover what she could.
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