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

This is utterly ridiculous! I can't believe we're allowing these... these humans to set our terms! the being who snarled this looked, to the unobservant, to be among the very race he so besmirched. True, his impressive build suggested otherwise most men did not tower so over their fellows. They also weren't generally so broad and well-muscled Stigandr's chest stretched over two well-built man's chest. With each breath, he seemed about to burst out of the ornate tunic that covered him. An unruly mane of flame red hair had been somewhat tamed by a leather thong, but it too seemed about to burst free, even as it stretched down his impressive back. A few scars shown, including a jagged one just entering from shoulder toward collar this was a fighter, and he was uneasy. This is what we need, insisted the calm voice behind him. It belonged to another of his race, another lion laguz. This man, too, had a broad chest and deep voice, though his hair was dark instead. Giffca rarely spoke, and when he did, even royal lions such as Stigandr knew to listen. And listen the young lion did, though he spat. We should be conquering the humans! Stomping them beneath our paws! he snapped, turning to glare at the Shadow, his eyes narrowing. If I were in charge--- Giffca raised his brows slightly, the small motion silencing the young lion. The words were implied but he wasn't. His father, the great lion Skrimir, king of the land, was. Said king had mellowed considerably after his participation in the last major conflict. His experience had lent him well, even into this new conflict. Yet tensions had developed between Gallia and Crimea, tensions developed as a result of Queen Elincia's abdication of the throne. The uneasy alliance had shifted abruptly, and sudden fierce conflicts had sprung across the borders of the two lands. It was then that wiser heads had gathered with an idea that should prove most beneficial a ceremonial wedding. They would take a Crimean royal and wed her to a lion laguz. This alliance would forge an unbreakable trust, as well as sending a clear message throughout Tellius that the laguz and beorc must work together. Which was all well and good, but the lion in question was not happy. He had been anticipating taking a mate of his own choice, preferably one of the agile Cat Tribe. Stigandr was known for his... amorous activities. Rumor had already spread that he had been entertaining a set of twin Cat tribeswomen when he got the news of his wedding. The lion firmly believed that no beorc woman could satisfy him. And the shame of it all was almost too much to bear. The lion growled again as he shifted, eying the approaching Crimean delegation. They moved with all their human pomp, no doubt wanting to reassure their precious cargo. Stigandr had heard rumors that this girl was some kind of witch, which only made him all the more nervous. The only thing the beorc produced that his kind feared was their flames. Was he now to be wed to a weakling who could control him with her witchcraft? the idea made him bridle all the more, and as the delegation pulled close, the bristling of his mane would no doubt be quite evident.