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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:48 pm
 Ingmar tried to keep his breathing quiet. This was his first reaving, out with a captain and the more experienced members of his band, and he was determined to bring back a thrall. They had already begun herding a small group of preybeasts back toward the Stormborn lands, to graze on the plateau and be close for easy pickings. The preybeasts were good, but Ingmar wanted some recognition. He wanted a thrall to bring back, to add to his esteem, maybe to prove to some of the female reavers or freeborn how strong he was. After all, he was an adult now, and he was old enough to marry. He had caught the scent of a feline - leopard, he believed, although he wasn't sure, being used to mainly the many scents of lion in the pride. From what his father, Dodonna, had told him, leopards were tricky to fight, because they were so used to trees. On the ground, though, a lion's weight should give him an edge. He was relying on his heavy mane, as well as the bison skin he wore over his back, to protect him if his quarry scented him and tried to jump him from above. That would be a great story to tell, he mused, distracting himself despite his efforts to move quietly and track the other big cat. Fighting off a leopard that got him from behind, defeating him, and bringing him back to the pride as a thrall! Father would certainly be proud of the time he spent training Ingmar as a cub for all of that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:12 pm
That was her strategy.
There were trees nearby, and if she was quick enough she could scatter the beasts, cause the lions to heard them back and in the fray take one of them down and drag it up a tree.
At least she hoped.
Being upwind of the lion, she would have never guessed he was there or scented him for the matter. Slinking low to the ground, Biser slowly stalked her way closer and closer to the gathered animals. She'd have to pause every minute or so, their delicate ears already alert from their captures having gathered them. Her tail flicked, brilliant purple tail momentarily raising above the grass that hid her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:47 pm
Ingmar saw the flick of purple as the tail went up, and was a bit surprised the leopard was on the ground . . . and heading back toward the clump of preybeasts herded by his fellow reavers. Well, he had to be quick to catch it then, before one of the others could catch or even kill the leopard that was supposed to be his thrall.
If Ingmar had stopped to think, he might have realized that he had very little practice at hunting preybeasts, and really no idea how to catch another feline. He knew how to fight once engaged, but just capturing someone?
He would have to rely on impetuousness and dumb luck to try and capture the leopard quickly.
Ingmar sprang, aiming for the leopard's back, the way he saw lionesses going in for the kill. He had a vague idea his weight would help bring the leopard down quickly, hopefully without breaking any bones. After all, what was the point of a thrall that needed to be nursed back to health?
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:22 pm
Biser heard it before she felt it, the quick sprint of something behind her. She managed to bolt quickly, but not before something big crashed into the farthest part of her behind, causing her to falter slightly and take a dirt dive.
Biser coughed harshly, the moist dirt spraying her in the face and some shooting into her mouth. It tasted foul to her and she quickly spat it out as she turned to face whatever it was that attempted to attack her.
She hissed slightly, a large male something before her. It was pelted, but she could smell the strong scent of a lion beneath it. Did he belong to the group nearby? The ones who had herded the prey beasts? Biser couldn't allow herself much time to think. He had tried to attack her, and his movements did screamed with confrontation.
"Get lost, thing," She hissed, quickly raising her paw and swiping at him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:04 pm
First, the lion registered that the leopard was actually female, and second, that the leopardess was not about to come quietly. Ingmar could tell already tell that this would be a fight that matched the leopardess's speed against his strength and endurance. If he could manage to pin her, she would wear herself out under his bulk - but pinning her would be the difficult part. And she might always choose to run away. He would have to conserve his energy for this fight.
When the leopardess swiped at him, he didn't dodge, just turned his head a bit so her paw connected with the fluffy hair of his mane, protecting him from injury.
"Not likely," he said, and pushed forward and rearing up, his goal again to knock her down or at least unbalance her.
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