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Buffy_the_Bloody rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 2, 3, 2
Total: 12 (5-20)
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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 12:00 pm
She felt a bit braver than she had in the past. Things were going well for her, and she almost felt like a brand new lioness. A brand new lioness who would stand up to anyone that looked at her wrong. Though, she still felt like she might feel bad about doing that. Where she was tough enough to, she still had the heart she always had. Training had not taken that away from her.
The female knew she needed a forever place to stay. She had to leave her little heaven, and she hadn't returned even after many moons. She had decided to stay away. It was safer. Soon after she was seeking out the help of someone who could train her to be strong. Weeks later, she stood before the stone lands and took a deep breath. She felt right here. Something was.. calling her here. She didn't feel like fighting it, and so she stepped forward, ready to make a home for herself..
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bipolar bee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 3, 1, 2
Total: 11 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 12:03 pm
 If anyone had asked, Taraxa would have told them that he loved his life. He had a good wife, good children. Life was good. He probably would've been looked at like he was crazy. It was well-known around the pride that Taraxa was no longer in his prime - he'd grown fatter, lazier, older. His wife was a tubby harpy that grew jealous at the first sight of Taraxa harmlessly holding conversation with any female at all, and his sister was a raging b***h. His offspring weren't all horrible, really, but his wife was expecting another litter, and Taraxa did the only thing he could think to do to avoid any sort of intimacies with the heinous beast. He'd picked up more border patrols. It was on one such patrol that he'd caught sight of a pretty female. She was younger than he, and looked to be quite able bodied. Taraxa groaned quietly before approaching. "Do you come to earn your place within the ranks of the Stormborn?" He hoped she'd say no.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:46 am
Vitania couldn't fathom wanting to be away from someone you loved. But then again, Vitania was a bit naive in the ways of the world. She had been alone for awhile, but she had always expected more good in others, than bad. Her brother was just an exception.
The male was a .. well he was bigger. She really hardly recognized him as a lion, and not something like a hippo wearing fur. She felt mean for thinking that, and shook her head to clear the thought away. Though then he spoke, and she felt herself clawing at the air for words.
Standing a bit taller, to show she had a bit of confidence inside her, she nodded.
"Yes. I am here to prove myself, to take my place among the pride."
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 9:23 am
By the Stormlord's scrotum.
"You'll have to beat me in battle first," Taraxa grumbled, looking none-too-pleased by the prospect. If he got his a** beat by a female, he'd never hear the end of it. Plagued by harpies day in and day out had given Taraxa a rather sour disposition, made readily obvious by the way he spoke to the female.
"Come on, then. Lets get this over with. I've got important things to do, things more important than beating the a** of a young lady such as yourself."
He braced himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 3:14 pm
She frowned when he spoke, and her eyes lit up with a flame of confidence. She hated when males spoke down to her, and as it was, it happened quite frequently. "As you wish." She said, and looked over her paws for a moment before ticking her eyes upward and letting out a roar. She rushed him, hoping to body slam him. She just needed to beat him, and that was all that was rushing through her head. She just needed to beat him.. She chanted the mantra in her head over and over again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:21 am
Taraxa knew that he was going to lose this fight the instant her sturdy body slammed into his. He went skidding backwards, stopping only when his claws dug into the dry earth. They halted him effectively. Taraxa paused for a moment, gave a tired sigh and then jolted forward, his paws stirring up dust as he shuffled forward. He was getting too old for this s**t. Too old - and too fat, much to his own dismay. Taraxa wouldn't lift a paw to strike her down, but he did use the forward momentum he'd gained to slam into her just as she'd done moments before.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 4:54 pm
She was surprised how hard she had hit him. She had never expected herself to have that kind of force. Though it gave her a surge of confidence, and she smiled despite herself. His claws kept him from going back any further, but those same claws pushed him forward in a bid to get to her. She gulped, but lowered her body defensively. She was surprised that he didn't swipe or bite at her, but that thinking caused her to lose focus, and when he hit her, it was like a ton of bricks had just been thrown at her body. She growled in surprise, feeling the ache from it. He didn't go as fast as she had, but he was bigger, and he had far more mass. She just had to make sure she stayed on her paws. It could be bad if it got her down. So she sent a paw, claws unsheathed and ready, at the male.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 10:17 am
The paw that lashed out caught him across the face, abruptly stunning him. Taraxa groaned and gave his mighty head a shake. She was strong; in his younger days, he might have toyed with her a bit, inciting her on with both his words and actions.
He was too old for games like that now - a married lion with a herd of cubs. Grunting at himself, Taraxa shook himself free of his wandering thoughts and lashed out in turn, grazing a large paw and unsheathed claws against her rump.
He laughed cockily, giving a loud hiss before he braced himself for her attack.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 10:17 am
She smiled when her paw connected with his face, though she hadn't been prepared for him to turn and lash back out at her. His claws sinking into her hind end, she cried out in pain, before turning on instinct and throwing her claws b ack at him. The firey pain in her body, wasn't enough to stop her this time. Though in the past, it could have been.. When he laughed, she felt her eyes narrow, and she lunged at him, claws unsheathed, looking like a rabid animal flying through the air. She had to win this, and it would take more than a claw against her rump to discourage her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:29 pm
Well, now he'd gone and pissed her off. She looked like a wild, crazed beast as she soared through the air. He was flattened when she landed upon him, breath wheezing through his chest and lungs as her full weight hit him. Then came the claws. "I yield, I yield!" His low screech was filled with pain as he felt her claws dig into the more tender parts of him, voice lifting a few octaves as he froze. By the Stormlord's ballsack, if she castrated him he'd never hear the end of it from his cow-like wife. "Get your hefty a** off of me, I yield!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 8:08 am
She had been ready to set into him, when the words she had been hoping for popped out of his mouth. She wasn't sure that he was ever going to yield, but once he had, she found herself proud.
She released her claws, pulling away and smiling a little. He had called her hefty, and still she didn't care. She was proud of herself, and nothing was going to take that away.
"Thanks for the challenge." She said with a grin.
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