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 Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 1:09 pm
[Abbadon mistakes the sweet behavior from Zjarri`fol as habits of a lioness that can't handle herself.]
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 2:23 pm
"Work all day." The words were said in a sing-song voice while she took to a stroll that lead her away from the waband she'd worked so hard to bring together. The blue lioness was tired, hungry and had a busy mind filled with lingering images of her family back home. The exhaustion was expected and even hunger to a point, but the memories she figured would fade with time. They hadn't, nor had her right hands memories. In fact there were a number of members with families back home or those that planned to start when they returned. Needless to say it'd be a long few months before she could finally see her little ones again. Though of course by that point they would be so little.
Paw after paw she carried herself forward and tried to push herself free from the thoughts that made her heart ache and knees weak. A Captain couldn't be so distracted. "Who goes there." Zjarri`fol froze in place of where she'd been walking. Her voice startled even herself when the echo returned, but no response was received. Her hackles raised and body tensed as it prepared for an attack and when one didn't come she felt a smidgen sick to her stomach.
Who was watching her?
"Come out, now." Her voice was much stronger than she felt in that moment, but she willed herself to keep it together. The likelihood was that it was a warband member trying to scare her - no matter who it was they'd be surprised to find out just why she was made Captain. Of course Sabi had quite a bit to do with it, but she was proof for smaller girls everywhere that size didn't always matter. "Now." She demanded again and soon spied a black and green figure stepping free form the woods. Her pink eyes took in the full sight of him and then narrowed slightly.
"Who are you?"
WC: 323
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 2:34 pm
The lion had been tracking the group for quite some time and discerned who the primary members were before even approaching the idea of speaking with one of them. In truth, like usual, Abbadon didn't have a plan or course of action planned out for what he'd do when he finally drew their attention, but whatever he did decide to do it'd have to be with or against the leader. The blue lioness, which was often seen speaking with the crimson lioness appeared to be the individual calling the shots. Though lately it didn't seem that shots needed to be called beyond deciding which way to be traveled. He recalled hearing a number of times that there was another warband nearby or on its way so he knew his actions had to be quick.
Abbadon watched with mild interest as the blue lioness, known as Zjarri`fol, pulled herself free from the midst of her companions to find some time alone. He didn't plan for her to be alone for so long, but instead of leaping into action he decided to just watch her move. Much like a number of the other felines in her group she was lean. The female strode away with confidence. If he'd not planned to attack and do some damage he'd have found himself attracted to her strength, ah heck who was he kidding - he found it attractive no matter what.
Shouts form her woke him from his daydream about her walking, just walking. Nothing extreme, but definitely enough to witness her muscles in motion. The thoughts made him smile and drove an adrenaline that could only mean a small number of emotions were riding at a high. "Who am I, Zjarri`fol?" A tactic he'd picked up just recently - knowing their name before introductions was a scare tactic that proved useful on occasion. "Do you realize you're by yourself and demanding information from the likes of me?" Cocky. Likely the best way to describe his bold maneuver.
When he spoke the look he received could have killed.
WC: 341
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 6:11 pm
"How do you know my name?" Her blue ears flicked forward when she heard her name spoken with an unfamiliar voice. The voice belonged to the male that was approaching her and she didn't much appreciate the tone of voice he was using, let alone the fact that he had even uttered her name. "I believe my question was perfectly clear." Zjarri`fol resorted to her typical volume and tone for her statement - she would treat him like an unruly reaver (which there was plenty of). "Do you have a name?" She asked, a foul mood creeping over her rather quickly.
When he didn't answer her right away and instead followed up with a statement so blatantly ignorant she cringed at first with how much rage she was feeling. "Do you, sir, realize that you're by yourself?" Her nose told her that he was indeed alone and so there was no fear in making a threat. One on one she was a power house, if there were others her warband likely find a body and declare a new Captain - that latter part was not an option. "If you know my name.. it's likely you overheard it. How long have you been watching us?" The look she received in response to her question appeared sly, but nervous. He appeared to be realizing that she wouldn't just roll over and take his attitude.
"Cmon.. you want a fight? Fight me." Her pink eyes narrowed and she lowered herself, preparing for a battle.
WC: 249
Zjarri WC: 572
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 6:35 pm
"I'm not so sure names really matter - doubt we'll remember each others." Honest to goodness truth right there, once he was done beating her he'd likely not remember a damn thing about her. Though.. if he beat her as badly as he figured it'd be a surprise if she forgot him. "If it's a fight you want it's a fight you'll get." A large grin took over his lips. The way they turned up was just as wicked as the tone he carried when threatening her.
"Well, little lady, are you going to come over here? Ladies first afterall.." His grin became a wily smirk as he provoked the reaction he was expecting - first assault. It was likely the most deadly choice a lion could make, taking the first strike meant giving away secrets to the opponent. Though it seemed she didn't need secrets.
His golden eyes perked up a bit when he saw the speed she had as she launched herself in his direction. Before he knew it she had him beneath her and gasping for air. It wasn't often that he'd have had the wind knocked out of him, but he wasn't expecting that kind of force behind something so small. "Oof." He muttered as she elbowed her way to a better position to pinning him down.
"Well?" Was the last word he heard from her before he blacked out - unbeknownst to him a rock was his pillow, his head found it on the way down.
WC: 248
Abbadon WC: 589
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