Fajin |•| Female |•| Junior |•| 1 year, 10 months |•| Camp/Outskirts of camp
Mentions: Juniors, Mkali, Krishna

Despite the others, Fajin was rather indifferent about the large primal, Krishna. She never really had any interactions with him in order to determine such things. Her stark eyes had migrated from Mkali to Krishna, sizing him up. He wasn't really one to take an interest in the younger lions from what she could see, so why he'd taken an interest now was a bit curious.

Letting the group chatter between one another about the lesson of the day, Fajin's mind seemed to wander elsewhere, eyes drifting among the lions and lionesses about the camp by now. The familiar sound of her mother's call for the huntress' in particular catching her attention, focusing in that direction. Seems to be quite the fuss over something. They weren't close enough to really hear what was going on and she couldn't see enough to piece it together. It wasn't long before her father, Amenhotep had joined the picture having finally escaped his herd of kiss ups.

Two words from Mkali caught her attention and her head spun around, snapping back into reality. "Hunt Krishna?" The words barely escaped her when the more eager juniors sprang past her at the foreboding male. Adsora had tried to grab his legs, but she couldn't even get Fajin to budge, how did she expect to keep such a large lion in place? Oshin seemed to have a little bit more of a plan, but both were shaken off with little effort. Nyul had darted after and managed to grab a hold of his flank, but was dealt with swiftly.

The group would need more than just brute force to take down the behemoth. After the 3 juniors and Krishna had slipped into the tall grass, Fajin finally joined in, but she didn't thrust herself into a chase, she slipped into the grass and tried to keep low. The constant movement of the grass kept the shadows shifting and Fajin's molted pelt quickly melted into the scenery. She skirted around, trying to guess where the group were headed. All of them were out in the open at they ran about trying to stop the lumbering male, but were all much to small for such things. They would need to use his weight against him.

Satisfied with where she was, her eyes remained glued on Krishna's deep red frame as it darted through the thick grass. Come on, a little more this way. His large shape was joined once again by Oshin's ochre frame on his back. Her head lowering a big and readying herself, claws unsheathed. Finally, Fajin's whole body sprang from the grass. She was no where near his size, but had a weight advantage on the other juniors and was prepared to throw in any direction she could to get an advantage on their 'prey'. Front legs splayed, she was aiming for his neck, confident she could get a grasp on his thick mane. Her hind legs however kept in their motion, continuing to push her weight into one side of him. Fajin wasn't sure if it was enough, but hoped her weight mixed with her momentum was enough to at least through him off balance even if she wasn't able to knock him over.

Krishna 

Male | Citizen | 10 years | Location: Camp | Mentions: Fajin (D), Oshin (D), Juniors (ID) 

Krishna had slowed down to keep a steady pace, though it was not by much for the rest of the juniors who had lagged behind to catch up quickly. He knew he was considerably slower than the juniors, given being way past his prime. Nonetheless, he had no interest in giving them an easy victory. He was slightly impressed by Oshin and the young lion's determination. The older lion let out a grunt when he felt Oshin's teeth grasp the bottom of his back leg, but it didn't slow the primal down by much. Letting out a soft growl, the red lion whipped his body, forming an arc as he reached for Oshin's scruff. He didn't see Rajin leap from the tall grass until she was already in the air. The older lion changed his tactics immediately. He grounded his front paws with his claws, kicking up his back legs to bring Oshin to collide with the lioness. He had been a moment too late and felt her hind legs on his side as she aimed for his mane. He shifted his forelegs so he didn't fall over, landing clumsily. The old lion curled his body again to grab the lioness by the scruff, while his back leg tried to kick off Oshin of its companion. 

Subira 

Female | Citizen | 4 years 9 months | Location: Camp | Mentions: Kifo (ID), Mnyama (ID), Open 

With a soft sigh, Subira rolled onto her back, her blue eyes latching onto the few clouds rolling through the sky. She had stopped watching her father and the juniors almost immediately, knowing fully well they would take him down soon enough. Her father liked to believe he was still a good warrior in his prime, but he wasn't. She forgot how many times he had rejected joining the elders. He had no desire to join them. Subira suspected it was because he wanted to die for their king, not live longer than him. The dark red lioness closed her eyes as she let the sun warm her golden underbelly. After a moment, she rolled back onto her belly, her blue eyes scanning the camp for any tension. She had little desire to intervene with it if she did spot it, but she had a sense of duty to watch for it. She blinked slowly when she saw Kifo, sensing the younger lioness was not in the best of moods, which did not surprise the older lioness. She settled into the dust as she watched Mnyama approach the other lioness, before her gaze drifted to watch the rest of the pride. 

Subira

Female | Citizen | 4 years 9 months | Location: Camp | Mentions: Kifo (D), Mnyama (ID) 

Subira blinked, taken aback not only by Kifo's reaction, but by the fact she noticed her at all. Subira had always been good at remaining unseen by the rest of the pride. She raised golden paw and licked it before grooming her dark red ear. "I am not a huntress, so I would be useless to the king if I joined the others," her voice was smooth and calm, reflecting a river with an easy course. "I am not needed for other duties until the juniors come back from their training. The elders are being taken care of." She pointed with her muzzle to Ka'ri, who was dragging her fresh kill to the pile. She had overheard the pretty lioness's punishment for hunting. The red lioness looked at the brown felis closely, her sapphire eyes looking like deep pools of dark water. After a moment, the depth of her eyes disappears, the blue now looking like shallow pools of a lake. "I apologize if my staring offended you, as I meant no harm by observing." Subira remained settled on her stomach as she spoke, refusing to move away from the warm rays of sun that made her coat glow like fire.

Nyul || Female || Juvenile || 1 year 2 months || Camp
Mentions: The Juniors, Red Eye, Krishna

"Oomph!"
As soon as she had gotten a grasp on Krishna's form, Nyul was promptly thrown off. The crimson primal had taken a path directly under a low lying branch, and as the shedua youth was clinging onto his back, she collided face-first into it. Her thin body tumbled onto the ground below, stirring up dust in its wake until she finally came at a stop at the edge of the tall grass.
Every muscle of her being ached, her legs giving a slight tremble as she tried to move her body upwards. She could taste iron on her tongue, having bitten down on her cheek when she was hit by that branch. Finally settling on having a minute's rest, the young lioness propped herself up, sitting on her haunches, the heat and the strain on her body beckoning a pant. The harsh sunlight making earthen eyes blink, Nyul dipped her head down so as to not go momentarily blind, turning just slightly to the right. There, just a yard or so away, was Red Eye, he too having been pummeled recently as so told by the state of his coat.
Nyul enjoyed the company of the black and white smilus, and was tempted to just screw training and go laze about in the sun with him. But her consciousness getting the better of herself, she knew she had to get back to the grind.
Fighting against the pain in her limbs, she stood up, gave a quick shake, and called out a mocking -but friendly- greeting to Red Eye,
"Morning, Zebra!"
And with that the mottled brown junior was back into the race. Her mind stirred for a moment on whether she should have said 'afternoon' rather than 'morning' considering that it was nearly sun-peak, but she had more pressing matters to attend to, Keeping her eyes forward, Nyul watched the scene ahead of her. Oshin had successfully locked his teeth around Krishna's back leg. The ochre leopon looked to be holding on for dear life as the much more massive primal tried to shake his smaller body off. Suddenly, Fajin sprang forward from the protection of the tall grass, colliding with the jade-eyed male's form, knocking him out of balance while she aimed for his thickly furred neck. Krishna had twisted himself, writhing in an attempt to get the two juniors off of him. Then she saw her chance.
Changing her direction so she was coming up from behind him, her speckled legs broke into a sprint. When she was in jumping distance of the primal's rump, she took the leap, and once again she was back on top of Krishna. Her forepaws sprang outwards, claws at the ready, and dug them into the side of his furred neck. She then took a large mouthful of the mane near the scruff by the top of his head, bit down harshly and pulled back with all her might, hoping to cause the massive lion to fall backwards while he was still in an awkward position.

Subira

Female | Citizen | 4 years 9 months | Location: Camp | Mentions: Kifo (D), Mnyama (D) 

The red lioness watched them for a moment, listening to Mnyama speak to the primal lioness. She had little desire to engage in further conversation. It had always been her goal to remain unseen by the rest of the pride, and she did not like being in spotlights of any kind. She felt almost relieved when the other lioness started speaking, but the fleeting emotion faded when the young lioness said she was weak. She had not seen Mnyama in enough training or battle sessions for her to deem whether or not the young gray lioness was just being hard on herself. Subira remained quiet as the young lionesses talked to one another, resisting the urge to get up and join them. She would rather join them when she was officially invited, only to avoid any complications.

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Krishna 

Male | Citizen | 10 years | Location: Camp Outskirts | Mention: Nyul (D), Oshin (D), Fajin (D), Juniors (ID) 

Krishna had not been prepared for either of the two juniors to be decent, but he had been less prepared for a third. He let out a low hiss when he felt Nyul tugging on his neck. His claws had kept him stable for the duration of the others' attacks, but his twisted torso was a disadvantage now. Krishna lost his balance with the combination of the male junior on his leg, one female on his side and the other on his back. He used the loss to his advantage however, pushing himself off of his paws to fall backwards, aiming to land on his side to throw off the two female juniors. As he fell, he continued to use his free back leg to kick off the young male. 

(Sorry for it being short; I am at work. I won't be able to do longer than minimum ones until after 6PM Lioden time.)

Subira
Female | Citizen | 4 years 9 months | Location: Camp | Mentions: Kifo (D), Mnyama (D)

Subira jerked her head back, surprise flickering in her sapphire eyes. She had seen tension in the pride before regarding their king. Once in a while, she was subjected to her father's rants, which recently had been filled about rumors of an uprising. Her father, of course, was severely against it, saying they were breaking pride law. The dark red lioness shook her head roughly, shaking the cobwebs of memories from her mind. She focused back on Mnyama, staying silent. The lioness waited for Kifo to respond; she felt better going last in conversations. The red lioness had always been quiet when it came to participating, mostly focusing on observing than engaging with the other pride members. She kept her eyes on Kifo, the sapphire resembling the depths of the lake.