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She was back again, back to try her paw once again at getting in to the pride she wanted to be a part of. her pride and her spine were still hurting from her first defeat but she wasn't about to let that keep her down or hold her back. Glancing at the small dog at her side she nudges the young jackal away, "Stay quiet this time Fyra. I'll get him this time." She takes a deep breath and roars a challenge, hoping that once agains he would face the soft brown male.

Fyra wags her short tail and skitters a short distance away "You can do it Nymph" She yips happily sitting back and hoping for the best. She hoped her friend wouldn't suffer another blow but the other was a much more experienced fighter than Nymph. She oped he wouldn't open the wound on her back again. It was still sore but she had insisted on returning. That pride would always get her friend in trouble.

Try as he might, he hadn't been able to forget that pretty pink warrior lioness. Such tenacity, such ferocity! Aaaugh! She was such a fiesty female! It drove Taraxa mad. Part of him wanted her to beat him so that she could join the pride and he could spar with her regularly!

When a roar sounded, Taraxa's ears perked to the noise. It sounded familiar; could it be? When Taraxa spotted the blazing pink fur of his dream-lioness, he couldn't fight the excitement that roared throughout his blood. "Kitten!" he roared down to her, making his way towards her position. "You have returned to me intact! I had feared that I would never see you again, yet here you stand. Shall we fight so that you might prove yourself as Stormborn?" Gleefully he waited for her first attack, claws unsheathed and eyes wide with excitement.

Glaring at the big soft brown male the salmon pink lioness growled quietly "Cease calling me Kitten old man. My name is Nymphaea, and though I realise that may be too much of a mouth full for you, that, is my name." She squats in to a pouncing position and leaps before he can do any sort of jumping. She wasn't about to be caught off guard this time but she felt, as soon as she leapt, her spine ached. God damn him, he'd hurt her before this fight even started. Her claws leapt from their sheathes and she slashed madly at him, hoping to at least clip him across the shoulder, or even better across the face.

Fyra jumped to her paws, her tail wagging, she yaps a little bark and watches trying to keep herself quiet but she could see that Nymph was stiff, her spine just didn't straighten properly and her thick shoulders just didn't step out quite as far as usual. She was so proud. Fyra was worried.

Oh, he knew her name. He'd repeated it to himself many times over the past few weeks. Indeed, he felt like a young little cub once again when she was around for reasons unknown to himself, but he had to admit he quite enjoyed the feeling.

When she pounced at him, he was a little too busy admiring her graceful movement. Her claws struck him on the shoulder, grazing the flesh there. Taraxa inhaled deeply; it stung, but oh, the scars that scratch might leave. More wounds from battle, more badges of pride. "Nymphaea! You struck me! Well done!" This was all he said before he lunged at her, teeth aiming for her own shoulder should his aim be good.

She smirks a quick jirkey smile that she managed to catch the big brown male this time. She was on her guard and taking that simplest of leaps had stretched out her spine. She was weak along her back and despite convincing Fyra and herself that she was fine she knew she wasn't and this irked her. She wanted to defeat him this time. She dodgesd sideways just as he struck at her but his fangs grazed her shoulder and she further cursed inwardly at having to fight this male onece again. she was so glad none of her siblings could see her getting her butt handed to her. She had a bad feeling about all of this. Damned old man, she wanted to beat him so baddly. Snarling at her new cut which she knew ultimately would set her back should she need to fight again she lundged at Taraxa as he stepped away slashing with her claws. "You speak to me as if I am somehting to be gentle with and admire. I am a fighter!" She hisses.

Fyra flicks her tail uncomfortably, she had been told to stay out of the way so she crossed her paws and bit her tongue, she didn't want to see Nymph get hurt baddly again and have to walk away. Her friend was obsessed with getting in to this pride, she hoped it would be worth it in the end but watching the fighting made her stomach do summersaults.

"Ahhh, yes! You are a fighter!" Taraxa roared with glee, relishing in the stinging pain her slashes brought. If she lost, would she be back again? Would she come and fight him once more? Taraxa hoped so. He partially hoped she would win, though, so he might spend more time with her, helping her learn to hone her skills, to fight with tact and speed, not fury and as if she had something to prove. "Is that not an admirable trait, Nymphaea?"

Excited now, Taraxa lashed out a paw with claws unsheathed, intent on gifting her with new gashes to help decorate that pretty pink fur of hers. If his aim was true and his claws struck, he would catch her on a back leg. It was as if Taraxa was marking his property each time he succeeded in swiping his claws against her; 'Property of Taraxa: Do Not Touch."

She growled an angry yowl as she leapt away from his slashing claws. She could feel the blood dribbling down her back leg now and it hurt. She wanted to take this arrogant pig of a male down a few pegs but she was being denied it yet again. "One of these days old man I'm going to pin you down and you'll beg for mercey from my claws." She hisses her ears flattening tightly against her head as she glared at the big chocolatey male turning herself slowly she lowers herself to the ground waiting for him to attack, she would pounce up at him and catch his belly or his throat and show him who was boss. Her leg felt heavy though she was feeling this fight quickly slipping away from her.

Fyra couldn't help but let out a little yap. The way that Taraxa was looking at her friend. like a peice of meat. She knew that Nymph was a beautiful lioness and despite her hide becomign more and more marred by further fights her striking colour and determination could attract any one. It seemed to her that her friend had gained an admirer for sure.

Taraxa purred deeply at the lioness; this was foreplay to Taraxa, and he was thrilled by the lioness who didn't back down to a bigger male. "I look forward to it," he grinned, high on the coppery scent of drawn blood. It was an intoxicating aroma for Taraxa; his scent mingled with the scent of the female, he was in heaven.

Taraxa leapt towards her once more, though his claws remained sheathed. His intent was a hearty THWAP against her rear -- not to draw blood, but just to toy with her a bit. Maybe if he got too close, she'd strike at him, but the thought of bearing scars caused by her sharp claws gave Taraxa a bit of heady pleasure.

Hissing angrilly at the playful smack at her rear she raises up to try and catch him under the chin with her teeth or claws. "Stop toying with me." She spits backing away a few feet. She had the feeling that one more swipe and she would have to retreat for the day. Her back was hurning her butt was hurting and she could feel herself starting to limp at the scratch obtained to her hind leg. Why was this old guy so hard to beat? It made her feel more determined thats he must get in to this pride and fight her way to the top. Right now though she just had to beat this god damned male! "You know it doesn't matter how many times I walk away I'll be back." She hisses a snort and a raise of her lips in a snarl. "Don't toy with me. I am a fighter" She spits.

Fyra shakes her head, she could see another retreat coming on she woulcd see that Nymph was limping and that she wasnt straightening her back properly. Why was the lioness so stubborn? She really didn't understand why they couldn't just find a nice quiet pride to settle down in. Lions were confusing.

Looking hurt, Taraxa grinned, "I would never toy with you, Nymphaea! You should stop toying with yourself, though. Much as I enjoy the beautiful sight of you," he bowed jauntily, "I cannot help but feel as if you're wasting my time? Did you come to fight, or just because you missed me?"

With a hiss, teeth bared, Taraxa dove towards her. If things went as intended, Taraxa's teeth would strike at her shoulder. He would bite her this time, not playfully. He wasn't toying with her, and the bite would punctuate that statement. He wasn't taking it easy on here merely because she was a lady, but he WAS enthralled by her, and rightly so.

The bright pink lioness growls a low rumble in her chest as she leaps for the big male. "I would never miss you you pompous a** of a creature! I'll be the death of you!" She hisses striking at him without thought. His teeth caught her shoulder in her rash leap and she fell heavily on to her side, her bright red eyes glaring up at the soft brown male as she clambered to her paws.

"I'll get you eventually Taraxa." She hisses using his name for once, he was becoming an obsession for her she had to beat him, she had to!

Fyra takes a little step closer, her wide ears flickering. "Come on Nymph. Theres always another day." She whispers casting a glare at the big brown lion.

Taraxa laughed, enjoying the feel of her skin giving way beneath his claws. She was marked by him; this goddess of battle was his whether she knew it or not. He wasn't going to let her go without a fight, and he anticiapted her next challenge. "I hope you do, Nymph. I hope you get me and I hope you get me good." He couldn't fight the little thrill he got when she spoke his name.

For the first time since they met, he turned his attention to the little jackal that was so dedicated to the big pink lioness. "You take care of her, pup," he called out to her, a smile on his rugged features as he turned back to Nymph. She was stained beautifully by the crimson of her lifeblood, and it brought pleasure to Taraxa, seeing her like this. Bloodied because of him, yet still willing to fight! She was perfection, a vision, and he couldn't get enough of her. "Until next we meet, Nymph."

Nymphaea grumbled quietly casting an angry glare at the brown male. "I won't give up." She whispers hobbling away, her tail lifted as high as she could lift it without hurting her spine. "I'll get you eventually." She hisses "Come on Fyra, it's time to go." She sighs and turns her back on the large old male. One day she would pin him down and on that day she would laugh so loudly. She hated having to wander away to lick her wounds. Her pride was starting to feel dented.

Fyra barks at the big brown male a slightly confused look on her puppy features. "I know how to look after her old man." She yaps scuttling off after the big bright lioness with her tail held equally high.