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The Darker Side of New Thundera	By : Crystalandra Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lumar was dressed in a loose white flowing shirt, black leather pants, and boots; he sat on the long bench impatiently waiting for Schwenk to emerge. "Gaston...hurry up, I'm hungry!" The tiger petulantly wailed stamping his feet.
"You're always fucking hungry!" he replied unsympathetically. "One of these days I'm not going to get any food just to see how long you'd last!"
Lumar made a face; nothing in the world could dampen his mood! "Wow Schwenk...and to think we are here in the Sanctuary and they are treating us as if we are royal guests of honour! I can't wait to see what is on the menu to eat."
"Probably something living, sentient and with a family to support..."
"Argo said they were making adjustments to accommodate your taste...Can you imagine I was absolutely terrified of the Sh'iar? Boy I was pretty silly!"
"You're an idiot!" he snorted.
"Oh come on Schwenk...Why are you being that way? I am not an idiot..." The tiger pouted. "For once I am happy...really happy...I have a woman...we have work...and soon we'll have a really nice place to live!"
"Wake up!! She's a man-eater and you're inviting her to share our home...You hate me that much?!"
"Um...she can change...it will take time but I have confidence she will."
Crys came sailing down the hall in a chiffon orange gown; Lumar beamed. "Crystalandra you look beautiful."
"Eat shit and die." She cheerfully answered and continued toward the dining hall.
"Classy bitch isn't she!" the human snorted. "Wearing that she looks like an aggressive pumpkin!"
"With long gorgeous legs..." Lumar finished watching her backside.
"You're mad!" He stated firmly.
"Come on...let's catch up." The tiger quickened his pace to catch up to his object of desire with Schwenk reluctantly following. They entered the dining hall.
"Take a seat anywhere." Argo directed gesturing along the table.
"How about back home..." he muttered.
Lumar pushed the human into a seat and hastily sat where he could get a good look at Crys; she was not in a pleasant mood and scowled in the tiger's direction whenever their eyes met.
"So...what are we being served?" he asked Argo.
The Tiglon smiled. "I know how sensitive you are to things that are living...I had the cooks burn a piece of roast for you...I hope you'll enjoy it. Crys, will you serve the food, please?"
"Why should I?" She retorted. "We have servants for that...Have the Snarfs bring it in."
Schwenk chuckled at this.
"Crystalandra...please...bring...the...food." Argo said levelly. "NOW."
The she-cat pushed her seat back, stood, and disappeared from the dining hall. She soon returned pushing a rolling cart with four covered domes; she wheeled it around and began serving the men. Crys gave Schwenk a huge smile as she placed his domed meal in front of him. "Enjoy." She said quietly.
"Erm....thanks?" he wondered why she seemed so happy.
"Everyone has their meal in front of them...go ahead and eat." The Tiglon urged.
Schwenk lifted the dome. "Erm....Argo....what is it?" he asked, not sure of what he was looking at.
Argo glanced at the revealed dish; his face darkened as he fixed Crys with a smoldering look. She smiled back at the Tiglon feigning innocence. "What is it? Did I pick up the wrong meal?"
Lumar peered at the human's plate. "I believe your food is still breathing Schwenk."
"Sick bitch!" he paled. "Take it away....serving wench!" he sniped back.
Crystalandra blew Schwenk a kiss; Argo bellowed for a snarf--the creature came rushing out, grabbed the dish, and then returned with a plate of roast beef smothered in gravy, vegetables, and mashed potatoes.
"Thank you, Argo...this looks delicious..." he then gave the female his middle finger.
Crys snarled; she picked up her knife and made stabbing motions in the air. "It will be you next...” she mouthed for the human to see.
He scowled. "Lumar...I swear...I'm holding you accountable for that slut!" he whispered harshly.
"What's wrong now?" Lumar asked through a mouthful of raw steak. "She won't do anything to you."
The Tiglon poured out some wine and offered it to Crys. "Here my dear...drink up." He watched as the she-cat downed the drink; he immediately refilled her cup encouraging her to have more.
Schwenk groaned. "Do NOT get her drunk..." he instructed. "Honestly...you really have no fucking brain cells!" he grumbled.
Argo raised his hand to silence the human; he was watching Crys carefully...she appeared more lethargic and quieter. "Schwenk, I plied her with a sedative to calm her down...I would never ever consider getting her drunk. YOU do NOT want to deal with a drunken Sh'iar female warrior."
"You're wrong...I don't ever want to deal with a sober Sh’iar female...in fact...I don't want to deal with ANY Sh’iar females!" he slammed his fist on the table.
Lumar jumped slightly from Schwenk's tirade. "You will have no choice but to deal with Crystalandra...she is my woman. If I have to accept your tigress then it is only fair that you accept Crys.
"Hmmm....except my tigress isn't mental..." he muttered.
"She's a Siberian tiger which in my books is pretty terrible." The tiger complained. "I told you how I felt about Siberians...I don't care for them.
"Better a Siberian than a fucking whiny Bengalian! Help me Schwenk; Feed me Schwenk....wah, wah, wah...."
"I resent that!" Lumar growled. "I am NOT WHINY! Siberians are demanding and clingy but you'll find out! At least my woman is strong, bold, and fearless!"
"No...fucking mental..." he repeated as if Lumar was five years old. "She tried to kill you and....oh yes....just one word....Teegara!" he waited for a reaction.
The tiger's face crumpled. "I know...I know she killed Teegara it hasn't escaped me...Perhaps this is my revenge against the Sh'iar claiming one of their own as mine...Have you ever thought about that?"
"No...no I haven't thought of that because, unlike you...I'm not a thick Beni!"
"I still don't care what you think...Crys is mine." Lumar leaned back in his chair; his tail was swishing in long arcs.
"Until she stabs you and eats me!" he snorted.
Argo was watching the bickering between the human and the Beni with much fascination; Crys was completely oblivious to what was going on about her.
Lumar shook his head. "It will never happen...she won't hurt me...before you know it she will have nothing but love in her heart for you and me."
"Will she hurt me???"
"Never brother...she won't hurt you." Lumar assured Schwenk.
"I'll bust his fuckn' balls!" Crys slurred.
"See???" he pointed at Crys. "See, Lumar....you can't even control her when she’s sedated!! Give it up man, back out of this madness; I'll respect you for that!!"
The tiger's whiskers flickered. "I am not going to give her up...If I give her up then it is only fair that you leave that Siberian temptress, Tee-Lara."
"This isn't about her....here...watch this..." he got up and crouched beside Crys.
"What are you doing?!" Lumar asked alarmed.
"You can control her, right??" he put his arm around her.
The tiger growled. "Get your hands off her..."
He raised an eyebrow. He smirked and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Crys giggled and draped her arms seductively around the human's neck..."Mmmmeoooowww." she cooed boldly nibbling on Schwenk’s ear much to Lumar's utter shock. The tiger gave a low warning growl.
Uh oh… he thought, I hadn't planned on this...he tried to pull away but was pulled into her bosom.
"Where are you running off to?" The she-cat purred pawing Schwenk; Argo watched grinning idly wondering what would happen next.
Lumar rose pushing his seat back from the table. "Well isn't this a surprising turn of events...” he growled. "You just wanted her for yourself!"
"What.....no, no, no....That's not what this about..." he tried to pull away but instead she kissed him passionately.
That did it--Lumar threw his head back roaring and leapt attacking Schwenk, he grabbed the startled human yanking him out of the she-cat's grasp. Crys laughed giddily watching the chaos.
"NO!!" he tried to pull away. "Lumar....STOP!!!"
"Lumar stop it..." Argo was at the tiger's elbow. "Put your tiger brother down...he meant no harm and did not mean to interfere with your woman."
"Can we just go to the apartment...with Tee-Lara and Crys....please?" Schwenk begged.
Lumar was quite irritated; his tail was whipping back and forth...eventually he lowered Schwenk to the ground...He was quietly shaking having difficulty reining in his anger.
"Argo...can we go please..." Schwenk asked again.
The Tiglon nodded. "If that is what you want, yes--you may go...All you need to do is to pick up your tigress."
"He....he can stay here and follow on...I shall pick up Tee-Lara..." he nodded.
"I think that is best." Lumar replied, his back was to Schwenk and the Tiglon. "I'll remain here with Crys, if that is all right."
"As long as tomorrow you've calmed down....and apologize to me!"
The tiger hissed in response; Argo hustled Schwenk out. "Go fetch your tigress...a car will take you to her and then to the building we have set up for you."
"Thank you for...well...not skinning me alive..."
"Yes...well remember not to disappoint me if you want to remain...intact."
"It remains the only thing on my mind..."
Argo gave the human a cold smile. "Good...that's what I like to hear."
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