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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:16 pm
Aziza didn't cower from swiping or snapping. She avoided it when she could, retaliated at every opening, and wasn't nearly as talkative. This was serious business, not chit-chat time! Finally, she found herself on top, grinning confidently down.
The bottom was just where she wanted him! With an eager snarl, she fought against his pushing paw in an effort to close her jaws around his throat and end the game by doing so. Aziza wasn't in this because she liked games - she was in this because he'd aggravated her, and she wanted to show him what-for by winning! The betting was a formality, if anything...she could care less about it, as long as she won.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:37 pm
He let his paw relax and forfeited. He had lost. With a quick lick and a smirk, he purred for her.
"You win, Ziza. I will catch you a gazelle tonight and my den is yours for as long as you would like to stay, a deals a deal, accepting it is up to you," he spoke. He could tell she was serious, most lions don't go for the throat unless they planned to suffocate the prey, this was a play fight after all, right? She didn't need to do that. But then again, he didn't have to lick her either.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:44 pm
H-Hey now! What was that lick about? She pulled her head back quickly, startled and bemused. Her brothers never licked after a fight! And here she'd thought they were weird.
Still, the weirdness was quickly forgotten, because she'd won. Aziza stepped away to let Ezekiel up, considering the bet again. She didn't really need him to get her dinner or give her a place to spend the night, but she had won. And maybe if she were to hang out with him, they could wrestle again...and she could win again, of course.
"Alright, Zeki," she said finally. "Lead the way!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:50 pm
Zeki smiled and nodded, "Stick close, it's quite a puzzling place to find. Got to keep myself scarce sometimes," with a chuckle he started to sprint off. If she can beat him in a fight then she can beat him in a race. At least keep up with him.
Snaking over hills, around patches of tall grasses, herds, and tree groves, they make it up a slight hill following a dirt path. Moving off to the side they reach a lone burrow as he looks to her.
"This is it. You will find it large enough to fit a family or two, I had some help making it. Make yourself at home and I will be back with a feast!" with another suave smile, he sprinted off again.
Ziza... a Pride Lander, she was young and she was quite a tough nut. It was interesting that she actually agreed to come to his den to say the least, perhaps this was a start of a little friendship. At least was getting to meet other members of his home.
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