Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Stigandr nearly snarled as the tiny human thing snapped back at him. He could appreciate fire in a lover, to a certain degree. It added spice to the coupling. And every man wanted to be the one to tame a wildfire in his bed Stigandr was no different from most in that regard. To hear this tiny creature challenge him so boldly nearly made him laugh. In all likelihood, he would have, had not his brothers been present. In fact, many of them were looking up the young lion with something akin to distaste he should demonstrate far better control than this. He was a royal laguz, after all. Then came that surprising offer, one that caused a ripple of doubt and tension. Several of the laguz, Stigandr among them, were surprised to hear the tiny beorc proclaim that she would go through with it. As Stigandr stared at her, his eyes again raking her lean form, he felt a slight stirring. She was to be his mate, after all, so he might as well mentally prepare himself for it. To see this little creature, admittedly beautiful, whimpering as she was impaled for a cock too big for her little body would be a treat to be savored. That all too vivid image erupted in Stigandr's mind, and he felt a twitch in his lions to match. He shifted his stance, not wanting to give way to his sudden arousal, nor to allow his future mate to behold that which would wreck her body before its time. Giffca nodded his acceptance of Selune's proclamation, before stepping aside. A wizened Laguz stepped forward, hobbling upon his feet, his long tail swishing behind him. He clasped a parchment in shaking hands, and his cloudy eyes seemed unaware of the beings around him. I will answer you queries regarding our wedding customs. Normally the Laguz are fairly free in their choice of coupling, moving from mate to mate as their urges drive them. We believe in seeding the best bloodlines, and this is the best way to do so. However, we have acknowledged that there is a desire to have a formalized ceremony, particularly for times when the needs of politics and alliances are to be formed. What will happen is that Stigandr, he gestured behind him toward the young lion, will pledge an oath of protection to you, Selune, his new mate. You will then accept his protection, proclaiming yourself to be his firm right claw and his mate. He will then cloak you in his ceremonial garb, demonstrating his protection over you. Next, he will strip you of any other garments, and you will aid him in this, thus showing your shedding of your past life. This also shows your willingness to be taken to his bed. Generally next, the two of you would fight briefly, a playful bout to show that you are both capable. Since you cannot transform, we will forgo this, instead moving to the next part. There, Stigandr will take you into his arms and take you to a cave we have prepared. Once there, you two are to show your vigor and vitality by coupling until you are both exhausted, as the old man said these words, Stigandr smirked, his stance widening slightly. As if realizing this, the elder continued It is then the task of whomever is least exhausted to tend to the other until both are capable of returning to their respective communities. There was a silence as the droning man ceased speaking. The Laguz seemed to shift as one, all looking to Seluna, weighing her reaction. Well, except Stigandr, who stared quite openly at her chest.