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Lions can occasionally be bartered with. Sure, not all the time, but they're pretty reasonable despite being douchebags otherwise. They're not complete gluttons, and so there are leftovers. That's lions. Whoever this woman was, it certainly wasn't a lion, Shenzi reflects as she uneasily faces down her opponent. The woman opposite her, also circling the corpse between them, is tall and dark skinned. Black circular tattoos mark her skin, freely shown on her long, powerful legs. Clothe soft light tan hide either cling to her torso or flow in savagely elegant rag strips from her hips. Cropped golden hair does not hide her brilliant yellow predator eyes, watching Shenzi's every move. If not for the clinking of the predatoress' slim anklets, the air would be deadly silent.
In contrast, Shenzi herself feels rather short and sludgy, as if covered in darkness slime. It might have something to do with her almost eternal hunched over pose and her unwillingness for a fight. She just wants some food, not a confrontation. Besides, this could work out for the two of them. This chick can't eat her entire kill, and Shenzi isn't really the hunting type. No one loses!
Running a hand through her mess of curved spiky bangs, Shenzi offers the other female her best bartering grin. "C'mon, I won't get in your way. Just leave a little behind."
The other just curls her lip up slightly, showing off the points of sharp teeth. "Not family."
"Well, nooo, but that shouldn't stop nothing!" Shenzi smile more, feeling nervous. She may be an alpha among hyenas, but lions are foreign territory, along with whatever this chick is. "I'm Shenzi. You?"
The spotted female shifts slightly, and flexes her claws. They catch the light of Traverse Town lamps too easily for Shenzi's liking. "Sabor." A blunt and heavy name which weighs in the mouth and slows you down. 'Shenzi' is different, smooth and short and sharp, stab you in the back like that. They're the kind of names different enough to mesh.
Before the hyena can figure out a different spin to add to her offer, Sabor suddenly leaps forward, teeth bared and claws outstretched. Shenzi jerks back, expecting pain; needles to say, she is relieved when Sabor's fangs sink into dead, not living, flesh. Enviously, Shenzi watches as the woman digs into her catch, claws tearing muscle and fat asunder with ease. Well, she can take a hint. Obviously, she's not wanted here.
Only five steps are managed when something lands with a wet thump! at her feet. Surprised, Shenzi glances at the hind leg, severed from its socket, before looking back at Sabor. The golden-haired woman remains crouched, coolly licking blood-painted fingers and nails. Crimson is smeared on the front of her clothes and mouth as well, brighter than any human face-paint. "Your help is my want."
Shenzi finds herself smiling again. "Now we're talkin'."
