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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:45 am
In the hours between dusk and midnight, Abrafo patrolled the area around his den. His muscles were coiled tight with tension, a firm scowl set on his face. Where as most rogues with a family to protect would avoid confrontation, he was asking for it. Right now, he REALLY needed a fight, just so he wouldn't lose his sanity to the demons that were his offspring.
Then he saw her and his hopes sky rocketed. "Hey, you! Lets go." He lowered down into a crouch, flexing his massive paws into the dirt.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:47 am
It had been some time since she'd first seen Pattin, and Clea was in an even worse mood than usual for it. How DARE he! Nobody, and she meant, NOBODY walked out on her. After so long apart, he just...just...ARGH.
Her thick paw scraped against the side of a tree. When she saw the male lion, she passed a warning growl his way and didn't expect to have it challenged. Momentarily, she paused, thinking about the consequences. He was a big; alot bigger than Pattin, and almost as big as a Firekin.
A slow grin spread out across her face. "Try me, big boy."
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Painted Moose generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:48 am
Miss!
Abrafo rolled his powerful shoulders before belowing out a earth shattering roar. His bi-colored eyes locked on his target when he propelled himself off the ground, right paw raised to swipe against her side. Unfortunately, he over shot the jump and cleared her completely.
He snarled and spun around, ready for whatever she had to dish out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:49 am
Bide
The lioness side stepped the agressive male easily, almost gleefully. She knew that in this area of craggly stones and thin brush that she couldn't defeat him, so she broke out for the tree line with Abrafo right on her heels.
She was just biding her time, and she knew it. Better to wear out the beast before striking, lest he manage to snag the upper hand.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:51 am
Hit!
"Where the hell do you think your going?!" He growled, charging off after her. It was as much as witch hunt now as it ever was for the ex-guard. Two prides he'd been in; two sets of fighting techniques he had, and neither one was going to allow her to escape now.
Abrafo came up on her from behind, slamming one paw down on her back before brutally clamping his fangs down on her neck.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:52 am
Bide
"Yoowwwwwllllll!" How did he?! When did he?! Pain radiated down through her limbs and for a moment Clea was sure she was dead. Only when he slackened in his hold did she manage to wriggle away to freedom.
The pain was enough to force her down. Her breathing was labored, head laid low with her beautiful hearts colored red.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:53 am
Bide
The hulking mass of lion stood off to the side, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He hadn't meant to hurt her as bad as he did, but as his mother always said; Cubs don't win wars. Lions do. And you had to do things the lion way.
"Get up." He snapped, stomping forward. "Get up! Your stronger than that and you know it. I expect a better fight out of someone who survived my attack."
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:54 am
Hit!
Clea growled from her position on the ground. What did she think she was? Some kind of cub to be babied? The anger dwelling underneath her veins burned her blood to the boiling point. If at all possible, this male was worse than Pattin could ever be.
"Your not my father, so stop acting like it!" With a mighty roar, she leapt up from the ground, ears pinned back on her head, and swiped her paw across his face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:55 am
Hit!
It wasn't hard for Abrafo to block out the pain, but with the blood in his eyes it was hard for him to see. Thank the Gods she had only gotten his snout.
He dug his claws into her back before she could get away and with a heave, tossed her body into the nearest tree, ripping away flesh when his claws popped free.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:57 am
Miss
Clea let out a surprised scream before her body collided with the tree. The force was so great that she bounced off the bark, and flopped down onto the ground with a thump. Everything hurt now. Her back was a mass of oozing flesh and torn fur.
Weakly, she rolled onto her side, lips curled back in a snarl. She charged Abrafo with all she had left, and missed by a foot, falling down onto her chest in the dirt.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:00 pm
Miss!
Abrafo laughed at her pitiful attack. His darker, vampiric side was rearing it's ugly head once again. With what little compassion he had left, he walked over to help her up, but when she swatted at him, he swatted back, and missed.
With a tired 'harumph' he sat down onto the ground. He licked the back of his paw and wiped it across his eyes to get rid of the dirt and blood that prevented him from being able to see.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:01 pm
Bide
She didn't want to move anymore. Moving was caused by a simultaneous usage of breath and muscles, both of which were escaping her at the moment. Lazily, she rolled her head to the side, to look at the male.
What was he....? Was he grooming? "Your not going to attack me?"
"Should I? I think this little sparring match is over. Your beat."
"I am not! You self indulgent a** ho-"
Abrafo rolled his eyes with a snarl and stood up. "If I were you, I would leave before my cubs find you, lest you become tonights supper." And with that, he closed his eyes and limped off, cursing with every other step. It seriously didn’t pay to gain trade out “strength” with “wisdom” as old age started settling in. At least he wasn’t as banged up as she was.
"Harumph." Clea worked herself up and with a heave, starting moving away. "If he's like that, I definately don't want to meet any cub of his."
(WC: 1,000)
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