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Princess_Feylin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 1, 3, 2
Total: 8 (5-20)
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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 5:11 am
Yolla Yolla's cousins were all growing up and outstripping him, it seemed. Because his father was gone and might never be coming back, there was no one to tell him that his father had been pretty runty as a cub, too, and had only really achieved any size worth noting after he reached the Stormborn and began to pack on bulk with both muscle and fat from living the life. His uncles or cousin-things might have told him that, of course, but it probably never occurred to them that he would be bothered by the fact that even Resimus was larger than he was now. Yolla still trained with a vengeance. In fact, that was the reason he was training so hard. He wanted to seek vengeance on that fey b*****d who had made his life so miserable. From time to time he'd seen the white freak around the pride and he didn't seem too much larger than Yolla himself was. Now was the time to challenge him, before someone could accuse him of using obviously superior strength unfairly. Yolla still didn't grasp that the Stormborn would have had no problem with that at all. Burz It was true that Burz had yet to acquire the height and bulk of an adolescent, but it was a mistake for Yolla to think that he should challenge him now. Burz was lean and muscular, and more to the point he was vicious. He also hated Yolla, and would happily humiliate him daily, even hourly, if he didn't have other, better things to do with his time. Burz's other activities were probably the only things saving Yolla from being Burz's punching bag more often than he already was. Yeah. Burz and Yolla had gone at it several times after that first one, and Yolla had not been victorious in a single match. There had not even come a point where the victor had been in question. Yolla just did not have the same killer instinct that Burzum did, and although Burz could see that Yolla hated him, he had yet to show him enough strength to get Burz to leave him alone. So, since today was Friday it was time to start the weekend off right by ruining Yolla's day.
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Princess_Feylin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 4, 4, 3
Total: 18 (5-20)
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 5:17 am
Yolla Yolla didn't know that Fridays were his special day to be tormented by Burzum. In fact, he would have been surprised to learn that Burz kept track of the days of the week. Or even knew them. He tended to believe that the witch child lived a wild, savage life that he only abandoned long enough to come to the stronghold and make Yolla's life miserable from time to time. It was like having his own, personal poltergeist. And it sucked every bit as much as you might think it would. Despite his assumptions about the warlord's grandson, Yolla wasn't completely surprised to see him lurking near the river in the spot where Yolla liked to swim. This was the first time Burzum had ever shown up to surprise Yolla somewhere that wasn't the stronghold, and it had not occurred to him that he might be in danger anywhere else in the pride lands. "Bugger off," he said in an obligatory show of defiance. Burz Burz looked up from the paw he was grooming with feigned fastidiousness. He smiled slowly, obviously relishing what he knew would come next. It was the confident expression of a bully who knows he's going to win this time, just like he won all the times before and expected to win all the times after. "That's not very polite, flower," he said softly, putting a little extra growl into the Rs. "Perhaps you would like to take this opportunity to apologize, before I stand up." He shifted slowly and deliberately so that Yolla would get the idea that he was about to get to his feet. He would rise, of course, but he would not do it slowly. He wasn't big enough to be intimidating when he did that. He would go from his position on the ground to launched at Yolla when he did bestir himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 11:18 am
Yolla It was funny, in a way. As soon as he'd seem Burzum's mostly white form, Yolla had known that he was in for a beating, but he had not begun to panic or anything. He had actually become resigned to being beaten up. He really wasn't pleased about that, but he couldn't even work up the energy to be defiant. Perhaps he could get away by swimming. But there were too many ways that could go wrong, particularly if Burz turned out to be a better swimmer than he was. Not to mention, even running away would take too much energy. And it would make him look like more of a wimpy loser than he already must do. "Let's just get this over with," he grumbled. "Or would you like to hear some real insults, first?" Burz Burzum might've raised his eyebrows if he was a human being and not a lion. Whether Yolla realized it or not, he was being somewhat defiant, and the sort of world-weary version of defiance he was evincing was actually more impressive to Burz than some big show would have been. It struck the fey cub as being far more warrior like. It didn't mean Burz was going to spare him any abuse though. The only way Yolla would earn that would be if he somehow beat Burz. And even that might not be enough. After all, Burz was not your typical bully who picked on people just because it made him feel better about himself. He didn't pick on people. He picked on Yolla. "Whatever you want, flowerblood. Let it not be said I didn't offer you a chance." And with that he sprang, flowing from his seated position into violent action.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 11:49 am
Yolla What followed was not pleasant for Yolla. It was bloody and painful and alerted him to the presence of more rocks along the riverbank than he had ever expected existed as they found all his bony parts. Of course he fought back. It wasn't as if he just hunched over and took his beating as his due. He just wasn't very successful in his attempts to defend himself, and he was even less successful when he ventured to attack. Somehow Burz managed to turn every one of his attempts into a hugely painful mistake that just put him in an even worse position than before. Panting, Yolla couldn't even draw enough air to further insult Burz and get some of his own back that way. Insults, he had found, were increasingly less effective on his opponent, but they were still the only real weapon he held against him. At last he was able to hiss a single word, "b*****d!" Burz Yolla had chosen the wrong word to hiss. Burz knew he wasn't really a b*****d, but he hated to be called one nevertheless. The line his whole family walked was very thin as far as legitimacy went, and anyone who cast aspersions on his family deserved to suffer. A lot. Fortunately Burz was in a very good position to make Yolla suffer, and chose to do so by dragging the unfortunate boy into the water and then making good use of his superior flexibility and strength to hold him down. He wasn't trying to drown him, so every once in a while he allowed Yolla's mouth to break the surface to gulp down some air, but he was definitely making a point. When he tired of this, he stepped back and walked to the shore, flicking water from his hind legs disdainfully, tacitly daring Yolla to attack him while his back was turned. "Remember when I told you I would make you my thrall the next time I beat you, and then I didn't?" he said. "I've changed my mind. From now on, you will obey any command I give you, no matter what it is, and no matter who is watching. If you don't, we'll repeat this experience, and I won't let you up for air."
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 11:57 am
Yolla When Burz had dragged him to the water, Yolla had expected a dunking. He had not expected to be held under while Burz continued to tear at him and buffet him. Water had always been Yolla's element before. He'd always thought in the back of his mind that if he could somehow get Burz into the water, he'd show the freak what was what. This was a rude and terrifying awakening. The burning sensation as his body tried to use air that was already used up, and the lassitude that threatened his muscles and tried to convince him to stop struggling for the surface frightened him more than he could ever hope to articulate. That, and the fact that he knew Burz was deliberately allowing him to come up for air, just so that he could carry on this new form of torture. If he had been given the opportunity, he would have begged for his life, but Burz evidently felt that he had said more than enough already. And, truthfully, it was a relief just to be able to breathe when Burz finally released him and walked to the shore, issuing his ultimatum. Shamed, Yolla nodded. "All right," he said, defeated. "I understand." Burz "Master," Burz said quietly. "'I understand, Master.'" He did not turn around to look at Yolla, or even stop walking as he corrected him. This victory had been more complete and more satisfying than any other, and he was not going to give his fool of a victim the opportunity to ruin it by making a stupid face or something. "In the future, you will always address me so." He did not linger to see if Yolla had heard and obeyed. If he was going to play the part of a master, he had to act with the assurance of someone who would receive obedience because it was his due, and not because he had to enforce it. That much he had learned from observing the freeborn of the pride. At least, the freeborn who were worth observing.
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