Isis

A lone lioness pads into a clearing warily. Ears twitching in every direction, she casts her gaze over the circle of trees around her. She shudders, the shade of the trees casting a darkness so thick, nothing can be seen past it. On the wind, she smells something foreign, a scent belonging to a male. The male enters the clearing, emerging from the shadows. The lioness bristles and snarls, baring her teeth. The male simply sighs at the display of aggression. "I am Olympon. I am simply am wishing for you to join my pride, if not, they may I at least make your acquaintance?" He carefully places a paw forward, as if asking if he may come closer. The lioness slowly steps back and lowers herself to the ground, tail lashing. "You cannot fool me with honeyed words and feigned patience!" Olympon steps back and furrows his brow, "What makes you think I am insincere?" A moment of consideration briefly crosses her mind, but she shakes the thought from her mind. "Too many bad experiences," she growls. The male nods understandingly, easing her nerves slightly. She speaks up. "So, why're you here?" Olympon perks up at the question. "Oh, I'm simply scouting out new territory." Isis speaks, "You do seem to have an interesting disposition and don't appear to be any threat," Her eyes darken, "unless this is all a facade." Olympon laughs heartily at her accusation. "That's too much energy when instead I could be sincere." He steps forward, and surprisingly, the lioness does not retreat. The lioness huffs, seemingly upset. "My name is Isis." Her lip curls lightly in for a fraction of a second, as if she is angered with herself over sharing such information. Olympon simply smiles and purrs,
"Hello, Isis." Once he says that, it's almost as if something breaks in her. She steps closer to him and presents herself, typical courting behavio. Olympon takes the hint and courts her, eventually impressing her. "Well then, I guess I go home with you now." Olympon simply smiles and leads the way out of the clearing, back to his home.