Jangwa-Damu Book 1 Pg 4

Fira was nearing her wits end with these two 'brats'. Chura had been distant ever since they went hunting together. Fira had no doubts that Chura would have rather hunted on her own from then on, but Fira cornered her in the caves later the next day...

"You want to hunt on your own, do you?" Fira frowned, blocking the exit while Chura tried to find a way past.

"Yes! The way you hunt- Fira its not right-"

"I'll be the judge of that in MY lands Chura. Least I remind you that your brother is still very unwell, do you really want him to starve hold up down there?" Fira growled. "I'll have you know, I won't take lay-abouts into my cave. I can just throw you right back out there into the bleeding hot sun. Healthy or not. Unless you think you can bring back food to pay for both your and your brother's stay,not to mention feed yourselves, I suggest you assist me in my hunts."

Chura only whimpered, looking back at brother's sleeping form before looking to the ground, defeated. "Fine Fira, I'll help you, but once my brother is better, we're leaving." Chura frowned, before marching back to her sibling.

'Thats what you think' Fira thought, glaring at the two lions before exiting her cave.

Truth was, while Chura was a horrible hunter and Pingiriti seemed pathetic, it was all she currently had to assist her in her plans in regaining her pride's power in the savannah...

Basically, she was screwed as it was.

Yet Fira was nothing if not resourceful. She was already using Chura's weaknesses to her advantage. While the brown lioness would alert the prey to her presence, Fira could pounce the unsuspecting fool. Then Pingiriti's scent was also a factor. His smell kept the rouges and scavengers away from the main cave, and Fira found herself sleeping through the night. As useless as any male was, they had their up sides. The smell of a pitiful, scrawny little idiot was the same as a seasoned professional. Perhaps if Fira could get him to start to patrol an area, they could claim some land and rebuild Janwa-Damu Pride. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Of course she ned to get another, more manly male to help out and gather more members for her pride...

So freshly energized Fira, Leader of the Jangwa-Damu and technical Desert Queen, finally had her master plan to return to her rightful place. She just needed to find a way to keep these idiots in the desert. Chura made her ideals clear, and Pingiriti was sure to follow his sister than a stuck up and unlikable lioness. She needed to think of a clever plan, luckily the two were moronic, so she shouldn't have to try that hard.

Yet life is nothing if not unfair. Just as Fira realized where she could get just the male she needed, life took its toll.

She went into season.

Fira cursed her bad luck as she tried to groom herself and relieve some stress. She couldn't travel to follow out her plan, not like this. She would 'attract' unwanted attention. Pingiriti was already all over her, but Fira was determined to stay strong. Being a leader meant holding a place of power, which was what Fira only ever wanted. Mating on someone else's terms ment losing some power to Pingiriti and Fira was determined to keep the lion in his place. If she had to mate, it would be one her terms...

Luckily for Fira ,being in season made her much more irritable instead of seduceable. In the start of her season, as Pingiriti came onto her, still sick though he was, Fira whaped him outside the head.

He stay a little ways away now, his pride hurting more than anything. Yet even with this distance Fira couldn't risk staying too close, least she fall into a moment of weakness. Fira now slept and stocked around outside the cave, furious she had been betrayed by her own body and unable to return to her home because of that male!

It was late one night, and her body was very uncomfortable. She kept licking her paws and grumbling, trying to ignore the feelings of heat. Fira had come 'under the weather before' but not is strongly before. It seemed Pingiriti's scent did more than scare the pests away. Fira couldn't help but wonder how her mother and elder sister dealt with their season, surrounded by males.

She recalled her mother's month of discomfort, but she never ran off or hide. She seemed to carry on gritting her teeth.

Fira became more furious at her own cowardice.

When life decided to throw her a bone.

Hehehehehheee...

Fira whipped her head up to look at a small group of hyena's, all looking down at her from a dune. Lately, while they didn't come near the cave anymore, their presence had increased in the desert. Fira believed them to be prideland hyenas and they mostly came to ruining her hunts or snap at Chura's heels while she ran off in fright. They enjoyed causing misery ,for Chura mostly. Yet Fira felt no joy in seeing them, not then, not now. No matter how much joy she herself took from Chura's discomfort.

“What is it?” Fira hissed in annoyance and continuing to lay in place, not really threatened by their presence.

“Feeling 'hot' ?” One asked, before giggling wildly, others joining in.

Fira's fur fluffed in slight indignation. “Not really..” She said, grounding her teeth.

“Really, cause you smmmeelllll!!” Another joked, all laughing again.

Fira tensed in anger. The little fools were playing fire.

“You know, we could help you with that.” Another one snickers while the other's laughed. “I mean you maybe an ugly lion, but if ask nicely we might stoop as so low.”

Fira heard a crunch as one of her back teeth chipped slightly. Suddenly a smile wormed its way onto her mouth. “Really?” She asked hopefully. “You'd do that for me?” She tilted her her head, and swishing her tail suggestively.


The hyenas paused. All looking at each other...

“Did she really fall for that?” One asked, dumbfounded.

“Lets just go back guys, we had some fun, Shenzi will be mad if we don't get back.” The slightly smaller one said.

“Are you nuts?!” The big mouth asked. “We have the chance to bag a lioness, you know how good that will make us look!?”

'So much for ugly and stooping so low. ' Fira snicked in her mind. She watched as the bold hyena began to wonder down towards her, the other two close behind.

“I don't like this..” The timid one whimpered.

“Don't be like that you idiot!” The big mouthed one approached Fira, then smiled once he was beside her. “Tell you what baby, maybe I'll help you out, if you beg...”

Fira looked curious. “Beg? Well I'll try. What do you like?”

“Anything that makes me seem like your saviour honey. “ He smiled.

“Well, I suppose you must be tired being the bitch in the your relationship. Yet such is they way of the hyena.” Fira said.

“Now, now. Keep talking like that and I won't help you at all.” The hyena frowned in annoyance.

“Oh but you are helping already...” Fira smiled, then her face went empty as she launched herself at the hyena with a snarl.


There was a scuffling noise as Fira pinned the hyena down, slashing into his hind leg with her claws. The other two were on her in a moment, and the other one wiggled around, whining in pain. Fira took a second to whip one off of her, teeth taring into his ribs.

The last one clung to her tightly with his claws, teeth sunken into her shoulder. She began to bite and claw at his until he loosened, accidentally releasing her captive in the process. Fira had grown more furious and grabbed the hyena by the neck, tearing him off her shoulder and shaking him around in her mouth. She heard a somewhat sicking crack before the body grew limp. The other two hyenas had already started running, looking back at the scene with shock and fear.

Fira let the body drop ungracefully to the ground while looking at it coldly. It was the quiet hyena, the one whom wanted to go home. Fira only smirked, looks like he was never going home. Fira stretched, feeling relaxed and cool after her exercise.

Yes that had helped a lot.