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Zosie rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 1, 2, 2
Total: 9 (5-20)
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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:52 pm
Mbaya had spent her time being bruised, battered and bloodied, and now the lioness was ready for her life to begin again. She had wasted far too much time trying to train that pathetic child of hers, and wasted too much time uncharacteristically pining over her losses, which was certainly not what she wanted to be doing.
She'd found a place she felt would suit her more. Mbaya has been incredibly disinterested in prides since she left her birth pride. This one was different, it was fierce. There was a potential for her to do a great many things, and as she watched them the apprehension faded. To enter however, she had to pass a challenge. It had been a long time since she fought another lion, but she was going to give it her best shot.
The heavily scarred lioness hoisted herself closer to the impending cliffs, near what she took to be the border of the pride, and continued to walk.
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Tanakako rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 4, 3, 2
Total: 14 (5-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:57 pm
 It had been a good day. Aoife had managed to catch him a decent breakfast and had been suitably cowed by his law when she tried to speak. He had absolutely no interest in her opinions on anything, she was to be silent and provide his meals and a warm body at night. He needed no more from her and would not tolerate insubordination. He had been early to the training grounds but even so there had been several suitable opponents for him to fight. It had been energising though all too soon he had beaten everyone willing to fight him. Rather he had caught one of his own reavers and together they had fought long and hard until both were dripping with sweat and blood. Satisfied his subordinate was up to scratch he had called a halt to their battle and left the grounds. Aftr cleaning up and eating he had set off on patrol, too full of battle fever to settle down and enjoy any fruit or Aoife. Suddenly, as he turned the corner of the path coming down from the cliff, he spotted a stranger. An Outlander. With a challenging roar filled with battle lust, he moved into a fast trot, barreling down on her with speed. No Outlander was going to get past him without a fight.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:12 pm
Mbaya spotted the strange, a large male at that, and smile as he ran full pelt toward her. This was what she was looking for, a little bit of fight, a little bit of fire. She'd heard of a pride like this once before, and they were all the colours of fire too, sadly for her not allowing any lions that differed in appearance. But now she had found this pride, and as much as she hated the Pridelands, she had grown tired of wandering. She wanted a purpose, and this was it.
She let out a roar in reply and unsheathed her claws ready. Excitement was building up fast, she had nearly forgotten how much she loved to fight, and as she got closer to Rangvard, the smile on her face grew.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:27 pm
Her roar was answered with another of his own and he moved from a trot into a full run. Within seconds he had closed the gap and with another ear splitting roar he launched himself at her. His massive body leaping high, solid muscles stretching and straining in his eagerness.
There was no plan, she was an Oulander and he had never met an outlander who could fight so well as to provide a proper challenge, and so his charge was more about intimidation than skill.
Bared fangs gleamed and claws flashed in the pale light as he reached for her, wanting blood.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 7:53 am
The stranger reached to strike for her, and Mbaya had almost forgotten the feeling of the first blow. Trying to be the first to get the hit in was always something seen as crucial, although for her, a blow from her foe to start the fight always seemed to spur her on.
The male was indeed strong, and fast too, and she gave him a kind of smirk as she readied her stance, bearing her own fangs in response too. Managing to duck out of the way, but barely, she opened her mouth with a snarl, her own teeth searching for blood and flesh now.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 4:32 am
His claws barely caught fluff as she ducked and the resounding click of his fangs snapping shut on empty air actually made his head hurt. Anger flared through his body, sending the lust for a fight soaring. But it was battle anger, good anger, making him grin madly, eyes alight with the pleasure of challenge. Well...! She was a little bit better than useless.... Maybe this would be a proper fight and not a rousting after all! With another roar that split the air and sent birds scattering from the tree tops, he leaped, avoiding her strike easily as he twisted in midair, coming down with all the heavy bone and muscle he possessed on her hind quarters, with the aim of sending her tumbling to the ground as no lioness could support the astonishing weight of a viking male and all his muscles.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 10:33 am
It was true! Though she loved a fight, Mbaya in all her rusted practice was no physical match against the viking male, and she came tumbling down with a crash. Familiar pain shot through her body and she gave a grin not unlike her opponents, anger making her head pound and her mouth open in a foul snarl.
A quick movement here and there and the already injured female was back on her feet, looking for a vantage point. Perhaps she would strike underneath the male, and aim for his belly. She kept moving from side to side, finding the rocks tricky to navigate, until finally she darted out against the rocks to try and slam into his chest and access the soft underbelly of the male, claws drawn and scrabbling for flesh.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:39 am
Satisfaction curled through him as the female scrambled away. There was dark joy in a good fight, but equally he appreciated the proof of his complete superiority and watching her hiss and snarl, trying her best to injure him and yet unable to do so. It made him feel invincible, powerful, completely impervious. Watching as she struggled on the rocky ground he smirked darkly, not at all disguising his ease and familiarity with the footing. Sure it was probably self indulgent but it was amusing to watch her. Suddenly she charged and he simply braced himself, relying on his thick mane to protect his chest and belly from her attempts to disembowl him. With her busy burried in the thick course fur he stretched his jaws wide and dropped his head, clamping his powerful maw to the back of her neck. Tightening his muscles he braced himself then with a mighty heave he lifted her and flung her away from himself with a ear splitting roar.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 1:21 pm
There was pain and then there was this feeling. It was so intense it left the lioness practically numb. An out of body experience followed as she hit the rock with a thud. Her rib cracked as she landed, and she winced as blood dripped across her shoulders from the previous attack. As odd as it was, she was still excited, intrigued, and wanted into the pride more than ever, now. She had only seen small snippets however, and had no idea she was against one of the more brutal members. There were Stormborn who were more meek that she knew nothing of. They were not the kind of member she was going to be, though. Struggling to get up, she made a last ditch attempt to near the male, swaying a little on her paws.
Mbaya still wore a look of determination and a twisted smile on her face as she approach the stranger with one last attempt at a blow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 3:25 am
The massive effort of hoisting the lioness clear off the ground had left him winded but exhilerated. With reluctant admiration he watched as she staggered up and made as if to come at him again. However he could see the pain in her now, and the way she was limping made it obvious she had done some damage. Stepping back he grinned at her, head tipping. "You have failed this Askorun, stranger. But you have proved yourself a worthy adversary. I hope you try again." He paused and raked his gaze along her body, appreciating her now that they were no longer fighting. She was, after all, a rather handsome female. "Though, you may wish to heal first." A sly grin curled across his maw as he watched her. He may even come back this way soon to see if she had stuck around. he wouldn't mind a rematch with her....
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:04 am
A huge sigh left the females body as she crouched on the ground, panting and looking up at the victor. There was strength here, indeed, and she had not been able to win. It wasn't surprising really, given her lack of practice. Heaving herself across the rocks she gave the male a look that suggested both determination to beat him and admiration, a similar smile finding its way on to her face. "I'll be back, don't you worry." She spat at him, anger curling its way through her voice as she spoke.
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