Broken Eggs -22-

                                    

                                          

The male from the entrance ceremony stood up, brushing off his pants with a scowl. You quickly jumped back, one hand wrapped around the strap of your a satchel. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there." You exclaimed, quick to apologize and hopefully get to Grim before he poisons himself.
Unfortunately, the lion-man only growled in response. You knew he was tall by seeing him at the entrance ceremony, but now that he was only a foot or two away from you, you realized he was much taller than anticipated. He had on the standard uniform pants and white undershirt, but was missing the overcoat. His vest was yellow, too. Also, his messy brown mane seemed even more ruffled up from laying around in the garden with two braids on both sides. "Ain't nothin' worse than bein' in the middle of a good nap and havin' some jerk step on your tail."
You bit your lip in nervousness and guilt. "I'm sorry. I really didn't do it on purpose." You said. Green eyes scanned you before coming up with recognition. "You..." he mumbled out, "I know you. You're that herbivore from orientation who couldn't use magic."
Of course...
Without warning, the male leaned towards you, dangerously close. You tried to back up from him, only for a dark hand to curve around your waist to keep you stationary. He sniffed your neck to your jawbone as you gasped out in surprised, slightly raising your hands.
He leaned back a bit, smirk crossing his features as he stared down at you. "Huh. It's true. You don't smell of magic at all." What does magic even smell like? He sighed. "Well, can't say it'd be much fun to hurt someone so helpless. Still gonna do it, though." The lion said with a devilish smirk.
"No one gets to stomp on my tail and just walk away without payin' the price. I'm in a bad mood on account of bein' woken up from my nap, too. That's gonna cost you a tooth, even if you're a girl." Your eyes widened before they narrowed, eyebrows furrowing along with them. A frown plastered onto your lips.
Before the cocky lion could even react, your hands shot out and grabbed his two braids hanging over his collarbone. You would have grabbed his collar, but he didn't have a tie nor was his undershirt done up, so you simply decided on the braids to pull down on.
He bared his teeth as you brought your faces together, noses just inches apart. His arm retreated from around your face and hovered in shock. Getting a bit on your tippy-toes, you glared at him. "First of all, it was and accident and I apologized. Second, you can't just go around saying you'll knockout people's teeth. Lastly, I am not a herbivore. I'm an omnivore. I eat both plants and animals, meathead." (Sorry if you're a vegan/vegetarian. I just wanted him to get told off).
Finishing off your speech, you let go of his braids and landed a hand on his chest, pushing him back. Though it didn't really phase him in the slightest (being 100x times stronger than you and all), he still tumbled back a bit in surprise. Never once had a someone, especially a herbivore such as yourself, ever spoken to him in such a manner. He was a prince for crying out loud. He was almost impressed.
"WHY YOU—"
"Leona! There you are!" Another voice shouted, interrupting the lion's growls.
Slightly confused, the boy, seemingly known as Leona, looked over, ear slightly twitching. "Heh?" He questioned, boredom evident in his tone.
Another male (obviously) walked up to you two. He was a skinny, light toned boy with the NRC uniform and matching yellow vest. He was blonde with darker roots, two ears on top of his head. They weren't exactly lion ears, but that's the closest you could come to figuring out what animal he might be. However, the most adorable part about him was the eyes. Two cloudy, stormy day gray-blue irises framed by drooping eyelids, he was adorable in his own, rugged sense.