The sun burned into his sleeping eyes. He moaned, groaned, and rolled over through the sandy dirt and substrate. Trying his best to avoid a light that seemed to hit him no matter his position. His home was a cave, cozy and cool, behind a waterfall. Through the water he could see his valley, lush and full of life. He felt like its king, though never heralded any such title. Women would come occasionally into his territory, he'd indulge their wishes, and then they'd be on their way. Tigresses never much liked to stick around for too long. Yet it was nice, peaceful, and hardly ever required him to put too much effort in.

He was like a lazy prince, cushioned and soft with years of extravagance.

So, opening his eyes and seeing what looked like the hills of death was enough to make him rise to his feet and yell.

WHAT THE HELL He hollered, head swinging around in every direction.

Had he been drugged and moved overnight?

A burning expression of hatred turned his soft face into one of wrath. He was thinking of that asshole that lived not too far from his territory. Pushy and rude, like a frat guy who could never take no for an answer. They fought a few times, though Akin would usually win with his quick thinking or quicker feet.

Had that asshat actually MOVED HIM out of HIS OWN DOMICILE.

Akin's tail lashed against the sand and picked up dust clouds behind him.

Think. THINK.

A deep breath entered his lungs, trying to cool his heated core. It was much too hot for such bitching anyway. First, Akin had to find his way back home...

Arriving approximately an hour or two earlier than the newcomer, a pale coated lioness was skulking about. Waving between the rocks, and an assortment of dry shrubbery that littered the surrounding lands. Jioni, a young lioness who previously hailed from a rich and lively environment with mixed biomes, had found herself suddenly appearing within these lands, she blinked and was now in the dry area she was in now.

Jioni wasn’t one to freak out over anything, in fact it wouldn’t be completely out of character for the girl to laugh in the face of such a dilemma, however this was far too freaky for her. How could one explain simply blinking and appearing in a completely different space. It was as if she arrived by magic. Did she have a special power she was unaware of? If so it’d be amazing if it kicked in again. Alas, there was no such luck.

The pale lioness found herself perched upon a rather sizable rock, attempting to get a lay of the lands she now was trapped in. There wasn’t a single point she could recall, no landmarks that were burned into memory. She truly was in some strange new place..

WHAT THE HELL! The shouting of another raised her fur as the shock went surged through her body. It was then, as the small lioness snapped her head did she see the owner of such a loud voice. A male tiger. She had seen tigers around where she was from before. Originally she thought he may have had some idea about what was going on, but he seemed as lost as she did.

HELLOOO!! Shouted the girl who jumped down from her rock, and casually sauntered over towards the tiger, stoping a respectable distance away.

Did you just wake up here as well stranger? She questioned, offering a tilt of the head as her tail swayed slowly behind her frame.

His head turned, ears perked, as the sultry and honey-laced town of a female voice entered into his ears and softened his heart. Women always did make him relaxed. Though this was no tigress, nor even a leopard (who he would also have indulged) but yet something different, foreign. Shape of feline but slightly different. His eyes narrowed, trying to make her out, before the flash of her tufted tail made him realize just what he was looking at. A lioness.

Now he hadn't encountered them many a time before. Maybe once, when he was young, spritely, and still living in his mother's territory. A group of hunting lionesses would come around and bully their way through the territory, collecting whatever they wished. His mother, while powerful in her own right, was still just one cat. There was no way she would have ever felt confident enough to fight an entire group of full grown lionesses with her cubs still so young.

His heart fluttered nervously and his yellow gleaming and topaz colored eyes scanned the peripheral, praying there weren't more.

Though, to think of it, to die by a bunch of woman does sound kind of nice, no?

It was only after he got out of his head did he remind himself that conversation requires response on his part. Akin nodded his head, tail gently sweeping across the ground in content placidness.

It would appear so, yes. He accent was thick, full of rolling of his tongue and low tones.

Do you know a very ugly looking tiger named 'Dilaver'? He might be up to this... He grumbles, cautiously and carefully taking steps towards her as he spoke, a sway in his hips as though carried along by cupid's hand.

Jioni stood there, patiently awaiting the response she beckoned from the strange male. Which admittedly took longer than he thought. But given the way he looked around as if potentially surrounded, perhaps he was well aware on the ways that lions, specifically lionesses tended to operate in large groups. Or at the very least more than one. Perhaps seeing she was truly alone settled him enough to offer the small lion a response.

When he confirmed he was also a poor victim of awakening in this strange place, she grumbled underneath his breath. Hoping he would’ve had some sort of idea as to what was happening. Though irritated, she took note of his thick accent laced voices. It was rather nice.

The question her strange friend asked next truly earned a chuckle from the pale girls maw, cocking an eyebrow in response. I truly doubt one tiger has the time to move two individuals in a completely unknown location without either of them noticing. Besides, I was awake. I think I would’ve seen this…ugly tiger. Retorted the lioness with teasing giggle. Trying to find some sort of humor from this irritating situation they both appeared to be in.

Focusing on him again, she narrowed her gaze as the tiger stepped ever closer. Though it wasn’t a warning glare. She more so found his movements interesting. The way he swayed his hips and tail and spoke with a gentleness, she was well versed with the ways of a player. She herself not a stranger to messing around. But was now the time? She certainly could have a little fun teasing him. She could always run if needed. And if caught? Well she made be disadvantaged in size, but she certainly knew how to use every weapon to her disposal.

And so, with the slow, tantalizing movements of a feline. She stepped to turn around and step away for but a brief movement. Her own hips swaying as her tufted tail flowed behind her until she stopped and turned to face him once again. Perhaps she was a bit of a show off. But it was fun to her, so who really cared? My name is Jioni, what’s yours? Or should I just call you Casanova? The lioness asked, clearly calling him out with a playful grin on her face.

Akin let out a dramatic and long sigh. If he were human, he would've put his hand over his head and swooned to the sky.

Yes, yes, I suppose that wouldn't make sense. A part of him was a little disappointed. If Dilaver had done something so egregiously annoying such as this, it would certainly give Akin the right to kill him, right? Oh his life would be so easy if that cretin wasn't walking around.

The lioness offered her name and Akin looked like he could've melted into a puddle of tiger. Akin liked to remember all the names of the women he met, maybe he would even hyper-fixate on the little details they thought he wouldn't notice. They way they pushed their fur around, the way they lingered on certain flowers, the way their faces reacted when biting into a freshly caught prey. Perhaps his attentiveness is why they liked him, or maybe he was just soft in the belly. Either way he was happy.

Akin would purr if he had the means but, instead his throat made a rhythmic and low-toned sound between breaths. Only brief, just a few times (he wanted to avoid annoying her with extra sounds), but more than enough to communicate his happiness if it wasn't easily seen by his body language alone.

You may call me whatever you like. He cooed, his eyelids resting halfway in a relaxed and flirtatious gaze.

But Akin is what I am called.

The tiger waltzed close to her until he was about 5 feet away. He thumped his rear into the sandy dirt, his whole body looking like it was perfectly relaxed. Not even a single tensed muscle. In a way, a submission. Akin never wanted to fight a lady, heaven's no! Akin wanted only to hear them speak in their lovely voices while he looked at their beautiful faces. His tail gently raised and beat into the dirt, slowly and methodically.

He looked like he was in the clouds but, really he was thinking. Taking note of the freckles on her fur that could only be seen when close. Akin wondered if she would notice his wandering eyes.