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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:09 pm
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Claws raked through the sand, warm under the midday sun. Wind blew through the training grounds, but it wasn't by any means cooling. The training grounds were as they were any day. Lions where and there, some mostly minding their own business, some interacting in groups. Urit'Alya stood alone, pacing and exercising. Her breath was steady, her pulse low. The lioness circled a small pile of rocks, a piece of wood set on top. She watched it with golden eyes. Calculating.
After a moment of stillness, Aly darted towards it. Her legs moved through the in a way that suggested that she was more than comfortable moving through the fluid sand. A paw extended, claws out. The wood crumbled beneath it, and the movement ceased.
She exhaled. Her jaw set. Aly was anxious.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 10:58 am
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Isifo pulled in a deep, strong breath as he may his way towards the training grounds.
He was a soldier. Being young, impressionable, and wanting to defend his once-family had placed him here. Isifo himself was growing tired of the heavy smacks to his skull, going home with bruises, and trying to combat the hot day sun.
Isifo wanted to take a break, lay down in the cool shade of a communal overhang and rest. The Firekin were strange, violent, and impossible to understand. After months of being here, Isifo would have thought the culture shock would have worn away. It was worse now more than ever.
As he nodded his head to some of the other soliders, his eyes caught on a rather peculiar site. All the training he'd done had been practice spars between lions, but there was a solitary female attempting to deal blows to a piece of wood.
Isifo decided that he could put off starting a spar a few minutes. This behavior was strange, so he would watch for a while and learn.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 12:32 pm
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Alya's movements were precise and methodical, her mind focused heavily on each motion, each twitch. Though it didn't help much in terms of actually fighting other lions, the lioness believed this sort of "training" helped focus her mind. She wasn't much of a socialite, either, so any sort of activity she could do on her own was one she tended to prefer.
There was, of course, also the possibility of doing nothing. Of simply resting. (After all, with everything going on in the pride, it was easy for one to get worn out). That possibility seemed far off, though. Too much to be done. Too much to strive for.
There was no time for just resting.
The piece of wood had been near obliterated and the lioness fell still. Her golden eyes still pressed intensely into the sand. Too much to be done.
Alya felt a gaze on her. Her brow furrowed and she turned her head, just enough to rest that golden gaze onto the lion who had apparently been watching her. Hongshan, she noted. Curious, and with nothing left to do, she stared back.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:43 pm
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"Urit'Alya," she responded simply. A name was indeed polite. A return was common courtesy.
If the lioness was upset at the staring, she certainly didn't seem to show it. Alya instead kept a straight face, not moving her gaze from the lion's (social awkwardness, it seemed, wasn't something the Firekin lioness registered).
"Yes." She stated simply in response to his question. "You are Hongshan," she continued, more of a observed statement than a question. As she spoke, Alya's muscled tensed and relaxed, as if she was in a state of physical training that she couldn't quite shake. Just as the lion made no move forwards, Alya made no move towards him. She just stood. And stared.
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Kaelyndra generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:41 pm
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Nodding to himself, Isifo followed the Firekin out towards the thicker sand.
Already, he was uncomfortable with how it sank beneath his toes. It made the muscles taughter, and his mind start to overthink. Should he attack first, or she? In battle, he thought, the decision would be made for him.
Perhaps he should wait.
The Hongshan circled in his picked location until he felt comfortable enough to begin. Isifo took in a deep breath and clenched his teeth. He had been told that teeth tended to crack easily, and after loosing part of his canine, he believed them.
"Ready," he said, but remained firmly planted in his spot.
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oo Ded generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:59 pm
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Alya moved out past him, breathing deeply and steadying herself before turning and watching him settle into a position. Her muscled tensed before settling into a familiar feeling. Before a fight, whether it be serious or just a little spar, a wave of something fell over her. Comfortability, perhaps. This was her element.
At his call, she nodded and gave one last exhale before leaping forward, her body tucked towards the sand, close enough to feel the heat of it and to send a spray out behind her. Her eyes narrowed, her pulse quickened and, when she was close enough, she outstretched a paw towards his legs, where he stood planted, hoping to trip him up. Her teeth bared, a snarl subconsciously left her maw.
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Kaelyndra generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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oo Ded generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Kaelyndra generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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oo Ded generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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