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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 6:57 pm
 It had come, the war she had lusted for, the blood she longed to spill, today she would become the warrior she truly was, the desert would learn to tremble beneath her paws. A glorious spectacle it was, the anger in their eyes, the snarls of rage, the talons and fangs that longed to rend the hides of those that stood against them.
It was electric, exhilarating, intoxicating. The rage of war thundered through her veins, the bloody general awakened from a sleep that had been far too long. Red eyes burned with the fire of war from beneath the ram skull helm, fangs barred in a vampiric smirk, talons raking through the sand beneath her paws. Unlike many here, that was no anger or hatred in her gaze, no fear or blind pride. In the lioness' eyes there was a demonic glee, a twisted pleasure in the vision of what was to come.
She saw him then, eyes falling on a familiar white pelt, touched with red, familiar eyes. Oh but he had grown, handsomely it seemed, magnificent. Had he at last become the warrior he'd promised he would be? The demonic smirk spread across her maw, paws stalking toward the adolescent, tail flicking like a striking viper.
"Will you dare to challenge me, young warrior? Or will you disappoint me as you did before?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:28 am
Blazing purple eyes fell on the lone lioness, and only then did her words truly sink in.
"Challenge you?" The male sneered, forcing himself to appear relaxed. "I only hope you can hold your own!"
Finally! He'd waited for so long for this day! Not only was she the enemy, she was his enemy, the one he'd dreamed of defeating. The desert air was like acid in his throat, the sun searing down on his back like hot knives. Beneath him the sand shifted, creating a constant struggle for the perfect balance. He ignored it all. His muscles quivered in anticipation, claws spasmodically digging into the soft dunes. He wasn't surprised when a grin spread across his face, replacing the sneer.
Revenge would be sweet.
"Your move, general."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 3:15 pm
That infernal mocking laughter, it dripped from her maw like venom, echoing as the flames of hell. It was as if the demon had risen from hell itself, eyes burning with an evil glow, fangs bared in a twisted grin. There was the intent of a cold-blooded murder in her eyes. It was not for rebellion that her claws danced across the earth, circling her opponent, but her infernal lust for bloodshed, to rend the life from the creature who stood before.
"Then take your last breath, while you still can."
Words ended in a snarl, the lioness lunged, talons curled as venomous daggers, lashing at the firekin, lusting as she did to tear through his hide, glistening fangs hungering to taste his blood. She charged head on, eyes narrowed, senses honed as a warrior, alert to every movement, each twitch of muscle, every shift in his gaze. Paws fell hard, striking at vulnerable eyes and chest, a distraction for the jaws that snapped at the neck.
Magnificent, the battle at last. How it coursed through her, electrifying her senses, how she had longed for a worthy opponent, a foe that would stand and fight as viciously as she, she had grown wearing of the pitiful creatures that only tried to run.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 9:36 pm
"Heh." A chuckle was the only response she got.
She might have been a little larger,, a little more experienced... but Kienge was prepared. He followed the tensing or her muscles with his eyes and shifted his weight back. He'd expected her to dive right in, no hesitation, teeth fully bared.
He wasn't disappointed.
Still grinning like a fool, Kienge waited until she was within striking range and then threw himself backwards, onto his back. The sand burned his white coat but also cushioned his fall. In the same motion he brought his back paws up and kicked hard at Kali's now-exposed stomach.
His claws, honed by months of hunting and battle, ripped up towards the female's belly, seeking out the tender flesh to rend and tear. Front paws rose to ward off Kali's own clawed attack, his back braced for the impact against the hot earth.
Time seemed to freeze as he waited for the attack to land.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:01 pm
A clever move, he had indeed grown strong as he had promised long ago, how much more magnificent he would be in adulthood. But even in such a clever move there was a flaw, for he too had opened his vulnerable underside open to attack.
The general was quick, strategy changing in an instant. Her posture change, her back arching in her leap, pulling her powerful form into what may have looked like a hop to the untrained. She landed talons first, forepaws landing hard against white hide, slashing at the exposed neck and shoulders. She snarled as talons met her own hide, as she felt the trickle of her own blood.
There was fury in her eyes, fangs barred, jaws snapping at the lion's face, seeking to catch his muzzle or eyes. Her hind legs kicked to fend off the slashing claws, not to damage, but rather to use her greater weight to force her young opponent into the sandy earth.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:44 pm
Her full weight on his back was starting to wear on him, and her change in tactics had thrown off his plans. He'd MEANT to use his back legs as a spring, digging into her stomach and then catapulting her off of him. Instead she'd managed to keep him pinned beneath her. He snarled and snapped at Kali's throat and jaws, howling in rage and pain as he felt her claws dig into the muscles of his neck and shoulders.
Blood ran freely, staining the earth beneath his white pelt a dull, dark red. The metallic stench filled his nose and nearly drove him mad - and now he noticed. He could smell HER blood too.
The younger male took a deep breath, tensed, and HEAVED upward with all the strength he could muster. He might not be able to use her momentum and throw her off of him as he'd intended at first, but he could still possibly knock her off balance enough that she had to relinquish her position.
Kienge could feel his body sinking into the sand, see the grains sticky with his own blood clinging to his hide. His breath came in gulps seperated by snarls, and his heart pounded like preybeast hooves in his ears.
But his claws... Oh, his claws! They dripped with her blood!
A grin spread across his face even as he felt his muscles straining towards freedom.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:33 pm
Unlike her cold-blooded cousin, Mahakali was vicious, monstrous, an infernal demon from the depths of hell. She had longed for this moment, lusted after the blood she now spilled, hungered to tear through the flesh beneath her talons. It filled her senses, the scent of blood, the snarls of anger, the burn of her own wounds; it was intoxicating, filling her with the hellish rage of the general she truly was.
Were her opponent weaker, she would have been happy to simply stand atop him, pushing him into the desert earth mercilessly until he drowned in the sand. But no, he deserved much more than that, and much less, if he were to spill her blood, he would have to earn each drop that fell.
A demonic snarl, she pushed against his own force, full weight pressing him into the earth a moment longer, talons curling as she leaped into the air, away from the adolescent before he could throw her balance. She did not give him a moment to recover, reeling to charge again the moment her paws touched the earth.
She struck level, paws on the sand, her charge head-on. At the last moment, her attack shifted, dodging left, her attack aimed from the side, jaws snapping at the flesh between jaw and neck, lusting for precious life that beat beneath, forepaw raised, talons slashing at the unprotected flank.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 6:57 pm
Kienge had only a moment to enjoy the reprieve, the fresh air that flowed into his freed lungs... His eyes darted to the left and all he could see were claws flying towards his side, teeth seeking his throat. Desperate, he brought both paws up and kicked HARD at the jaws that were threatening his very life, leaving his side unprotected beyond a cursory shielding with one back paw.
Kienge jerked his body sideways, hoping he could roll away from her attack...
He felt her claws rip into his flank, felt the heat of his blood as it poured down his white coat. He wasn't too concerned - she would be deflected by his ribs and the cut was just that; a cut, he knew this.
But DAMN. It burned, a searing, distracting pain that rippled through his body. A growl escaped through gritted teeth, but at least she wouldn't be able to get to his throat. Leave that vulnerable and he was dead. The adolescent could only hope that his blow would strike, leaving him a few precious seconds to regain his balance.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 9:03 pm
The lioness roared in thunderous fury, a herald of the raging war. As talons met flesh, her paw curled, sinking daggers deep into hide, tearing at flesh with a vicious strike. Her head turned, jaws snapping again, this time to catch the paw that struck at her, muscles twitch in her powerful neck, flexing to rend the limb in a terrifying shake.
Red eyes glowed beneath the ram skull, a smirk on her maw as talons landed harmlessly against the thick bone, vision protected from the threatening talons. Her tail lashed, filling the air with the sound of rattling bones, hind talons sinking into the earth, perhaps as much from the insatiable desire to inflict harm as to hold her balance on her own terms.
Forepaw raked against white hide, tearing through hide as it fell to the earth, her free flinging a cloud of sand against the eyes of her opponent, even as her jaws struck at his attack. Even if he were not blinded, it would serve its purpose as a distraction, a precious moment to gain the advantage.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:57 pm
Kienge gathered his legs underneath him and sprang backwards, trying to gain some space to think and move before he launched his next attack. Blood dripped down his side and stained the sand beneath his and his chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. He had bare moments to think before her jaws were at his throat again.
Even worse, however, was the sand that came spraying across his face. Kienge roared in anger, half blinded by the grains as then filled his eyes. He had no time to swipe a paw across his face, forced instead to ward off her attack as best he could.
Kienge snarled, his fangs snapping haphazardly, claws slashing wildly in an attempt to keep her at bay while he frantically backed away. Dammit, his eyes!
... maybe it would be better if he didn't try to see at all. Darkness could be better than this terrible blurred vision. He could barely make Kali out at all. He shut his eyes, concentrated on what he HEARD and FELT, but without the right training it seemed almost impossible.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 8:52 pm
She would not allow him a moment to recover, lunging forward in her relentless attack. Talons struck with unyielding ferocity, driven by the scent of blood that filled her nose, the bloodlust that surged through her veins, the fury of a lifetime past.
A general did not enter battle without her armor, an armor that Mahakali used to her advantage. With each desperate flail of her opponent's claws, her head turned, talons falling on hard bone, eyes protected deep within, forelimbs protected by bone gauntlets as the young male struck to protect himself against her own strikes. With each step he took back, the lioness lunged forward, never allowing him an instant to recover, no chance to escape or moment to think.
Her tail lashed with a powerful snap, armor turned weapon as it struck at his side, aiming for the open wound. In that moment, talons lashed out again, vicious blows falling toward neck and shoulder, her massive weight and strength behind each strike, seeking to knock him off balance, to send him sprawling to the sand below. Her muscles tensed, jaws parted, eager to seize his bare throat the moment it was exposed, to claim the battle in a fatal strike.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 9:58 pm
Forget attacking OR recovering, Kienge was hard pressed to merely keep on his feet as Kali's barrage of swipes continued. He'd given up trying to use his eyes, but his other senses weren't doing too much to make up for his lack. He was covered in a series of scratches ranging from mere surface cute to deeper muscle wounds. The scent of his own blood filled his nose and he could feel his body trembling under the strain of continued fighting.
He'd have to do something quick, or he might not get out of this ali--
-- pain ripped through his side as her bone armor tore into his already wounded flank and he roared. Barely did he have time to turn to face this new attack before Kali's talons struck at his shoulders. Blinded and off balance, Kienge stumbled and fell backwards, landing heavily in the hot sand.
"Dammit!" He hissed, blinking furiously still, paws up barely in time to stop the blows he was sure were coming.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 5:04 pm
She was on him in an instant, seizing on the revealed weakness. Talons lashed out in what seemed a brutal attack, but it was merely the first strike, an opening to her true goal. Fangs fell with terrifying speed, jaws closing on the adolescent's neck, a low growl thundering in her deadly grip. A move, a twitch, and it would have been over.
Time stood still in that moment, her growl echoing through her jaws, tail lashing, eyes burning with infernal fire. It would have been easy, just to simply close her jaws and claim the life of her opponent, to drain his blood into the desert sand. And yet, another moment passed, and her jaws did not claim his life.
He had fought well, growing into the warrior he had sworn he would those months ago on these very sands, how much more magnificent he would surely become were he to live past this day, feeding off the anger, the burning hatred of this defeat. Perhaps it would truly be in him that she would at last find an equal, a true opponent, the one that would test her every skill, the one she would truly fight to the death. The thought was exhilarating, intoxicating, only on that day could she find true satisfaction in destroying him.
Her jaws relaxed, releasing her deadly bite, though a paw moved to rest against his throat, talons poised to deal the strike her fangs had not.
"It seems I hold your life once again. What will you do, young warrior? Will you live to become the warrior you swore to be? Or will you die here in your failure?"
The demonic smirk faded, her voice turned from mocking to cold, the question emphasized with a twitch of her talons. She would not have hesitated to kill him were he to make the wrong choice.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:10 pm
Kienge barely dared to breath - he could feel Kali's hot breath on his neck, sense her fangs poised to strike and tear into his soft flesh. Exhilaration ran through his body; THIS was what life was about! Risk, the prospect of death, the chance that today might be the last day on this earth.
He could feel her hesistate, and he grinned, knowing that he'd won the chance to live another day. He blinked eyes that were finally begining to work again and glared up at the lioness standing above him. He was having difficulty catching his breath, no thanks to the paw she had pressing on his throat, but he wasn't about to admit it.
"You offer me a choice that isn't one, General." Kienge rasped, his voice harsh and dry from both the desert heat and the paw that pressed on his throat. "Turn down the chance to fight you again? The chance to defeat you? I don't think so."
He waited with an easy grin spread on his muzzle, forcing himself to relax. There would be time for anger later, and time for revenge. For now... he would survive, and that was enough.
She would regret it, though. ... or maybe not. His grin spread.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:44 pm
The smirk returned to her maw, fangs glistening in the desert sun, an unearthly fire in her eyes, seeming to glow within the shadows of her skull helm. In that light she appeared truly demonic, reveling in evil glee, hungering for the battle she knew would come, for the day they would be equals, certain he would not disappoint her.
"Spoken as a warrior, may you truly grow worthy of those words."
Her eyes narrowed, muscles coiled, she lifted her paw from his throat, tapping he hide just over his jugular with a talon, reminding him of the fate he had escaped by her choice and hers alone. Stepping back, she released him, allowing him to rise to his paws again. Though the battle was won, she did not fall back, her talons curled, jaws ready to strike, alert to his every movement, though certain he would not strike, she would not give him the opportunity.
"Do not disappoint me, warrior. Next time we meet I will not hesitate to destroy you."
She knew he would not, could feel the strength that he would one day possess, the battle that would rage between them. As this day passed, she thought of the future, of the glorious day that awaited them both.
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