[CHAL] Bow to My Whims (Daijur x Domeykite)

[Krysin]

A few minutes passed with no immediate response to the roar, almost as if Daijur's voice had silenced all around him. The calm before the storm, one could call it. But, in the distance the bulk of a green lion approached, his stride confident - he had nothing to be concerned about. The rogues who came here always seemed to know the rules of the challenge. That, and he had his entire pride to back him up.

"So, you would be forged in the storm?" It was a formal greeting, too formal for a lion like Domeykite, who immediately cracked a grin. "Cool." He shrugged the green fur pelt off from around his shoulders and kicked it to the side. Domeykite had accepted little to none of these challenges. Usually there was another reaver in the area to take care of these things. Someone who was more experienced than the green lion. Was it fortunate for Daijur to come across a lion who had so little viking experience?

Domeykite certainly didn't think so. "The rules are simple, we fight until either you yield or I do. There is no killing, and if you lose you are free to go." It was a sign of respect for the challenge - the Stormborn did not shun those who wanted to prove themselves. If they were weak, they only had to get strong and try again.  

[Krysin]

Domeykite could appreciate the no-nonsense attitude of the lion. It wasn't his sort of thing, but considering the serious nature of the challenge, he could play along with it. The green lion smirked as Daijur shed his cape - great lions thought alike. Perfectly fashionable, and easily discarded when unnecessary.

It really was such a shame that he'd have to beat the crap out of him and send Daijur back to wherever he had come from.

Domeykite crouched low to the ground, and using his back legs as springs, he made a powerful launch forward to meet Daijur's blow. It wasn't the most brilliant approach, but he was counting on momentum and strength to carry him through his actions. Inexperience was Domeykite's main hindrance. He had recently been promoted, and had only been on a couple of vikings. Sparring with other lions was one thing, where they held back to keep from injuring each other too much. This was completely different.

He met Daijur's blow a little too hard, and while Domeykite didn't completely lose his balance, he stumbled to the side. The lion growled with irritation, more at himself than at his opponent. Crap. He knew better than that.

Recovering quickly, he twisted around to aim a swipe at Daijur's face. Yeah, he wasn't going to maim him, but that didn't mean he was going to hold back.

Felyn

 

[Krysin]

Daijur's reflexes were good. While Domeykite had taken Daijur seriously from the moment he answered the challenge, he still didn't expect the rogue to be so determined. Any time he usually hit someone across the face, they took even a few seconds to recover. Scars or blinding weren't the issue - Stormborn came to accept that risk. It was usually irritation at letting someone land such a cheap blow that gave Domeykite an opening to land another.

But, it was Daijur pushing the advantage now. Domeykite found himself in the position of reaction despite landing the latest blow. It wasn't a good place to be. Daijur had momentum and strength, and while Domeykite pressed forward to meet the charge he lost his advantage.

He snarled as Daijur wrestled him down onto the ground from pure strength alone. This was bad - and Domeykite refused to give in here. He wasn't going to lose in the first few seconds of this stupid brawl. His reaver band would never let him live it down. Mustering his strength, he aimed to drive his shoulder into Daijur's side. He had to do something to get this lion to loosen his grip on him.

Felyn

 

[Krysin]

Domeykite staggered back onto his feet, though it was clearly a bit of a struggle. He hated to think that he was outmatched, but Daijur was a strong lion. It was evident now that perhaps the dark lion deserved a place within the pride. If he let the fight continue much further he really would suffer a humiliating defeat. Thank the storm lords that none of the other pride members were here to see him losing this challenge.

He had barely recovered from the last blow when Daijur was charging in for another. Domeykite simply did not have enough time to react to the attack. Daijur caught his front leg, and in Domeykite's attempt to balance himself he ended up only falling forward. For a moment he was awkwardly bowing to Daijur, but he considered a step up from falling flat onto his face.

Enough was enough.

"I yield," he announced as he straightened himself back up. The green lion stepped back, his chest heaving as he tried to get some air back into his longs. "Welcome to the Myrsky Syntynyt."

Then, less formally. "I'm Domeykite. You'll have to come with me so I can have you acknowledged by the lawspeakers. And if you want I can show you around." Maybe friendship would buy Daijur's silence.

Felyn

 

[Krysin]

"I am glad I gave you some challenge." If it had been an effortless victory for Daijur, Domeykite would have kicked himself out of his own pride. The dark green lion walked back to where he had shrugged off his pelt. Picking it up with his teeth, he flung it back over his shoulders. Clearly, he had practiced.

"Then allow me to give you the grand tour!" he smirked back at the other male. He felt like Daijur would fit in easily, and would soon come to realize how much fun this pride was. Maybe he would aim to be a reaver, where the only rules one had to follow was what the captain laid out. Domeykite wouldn't be in a pride he couldn't have fun in. His sort of fun usually came at the expense of others', but no one in the pride would begrudge him his amusements.

He lifted a paw and pointed in the direction of the general 'hang out' of the pride. "This way, then." Turning around, he led Daijur into the heart of the large lion's new home.

Felyn