Making Friends

[Savannah]

DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE LIONESS
SHE HUNTS AND SHE NURTURES; SHE IS THE HEART OF THE PRIDE
TAGGED @kiawah	Training with the others was something that Savannah enjoyed. Her father was harsh and critical, while her mother took up too much of her time teaching her how to stitch up a cut or how to brew herbal teas. She was a warrior! Or else, she would be. Fighting with others that were her age boosted her ego much more than getting beaten up constantly in spars against her father. She wanted to be here. When she was paired up with Kiawah, she couldn’t help but smirk. She had nothing against him—nothing at all. Yet, she was kind of a notorious jerk among her peers. She was cocky, guilty of showmanship and feral. It’d earned her a reputation and a couple good slaps. “Finally they pair me up with somebody my size,” she teased as she drew her practice spear close. The others had started to fight, but she wanted her new partner to swing first. “Do you really want to be here or is your mum making you do it?” she cocked her head curiously with her playful, teasing smirk still in place. She was taunting him just a little. Though she did wonder if that was the only reason he was here. He didn’t seem hungry for blood. Perhaps they’d be better off switching places. She’d trade for a mother who supported a warriors life. Kiawah seemed more like the healer type anyway. She stalked him; circling him like a lioness—or else more like a cub, poking and prodding—desperate to play fight. She should have taken it all more seriously but she was more interested in getting a rise out of the runt of the litter.

pyxis ★

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Kia only glared a bit at the comment about being her size. He was getting used to the size jokes at his expense, but they were no less annoying. At least he'd gotten past letting them make him angry. Most of the time. Some of the time. He was getting better at it anyway. The teasing only got worse when he got pissed about it. He'd been trying to work on his strength--he would never beat the larger boys and earn his place without it--but he had seen Savannah fight and heard things about her. She wouldn't be an easy win either. "You've met my mom; does she seem like someone willing to waste time on anyone who doesn't want to be here? Son or no?" he said. It was true enough of Nolia and her attitude, even if it didn't hold truth in how he got here. He wanted to be here now, mostly, but this would have never been a path he chose.

He shook his hair back out of his eyes. It was longer now, but not long enough to pull back. Just long enough to be annoying. He got into a ready position to fight her, eyeing her spear as he lifted his sword, wondering vaguely how it felt in her hands as she circled him and her circled her in return. She clearly wanted him to move first, and... if that was what she wanted, it probably wasn't wise. But he didn't want to look like a coward, so after a moment he lunged, swinging his practice blade toward her middle.

Tag: Savannah