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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:42 am
More scars to the face (he'd blame that one damned WHITE firekin girl...) wasn't exactly what Pyralis was looking for, causing him to automatically jerk his head away and lean the mass of his shoulder into her claws, knowing quite well it would be a good 'obstacle' to try and stay them with.
However, he was far from taking the abuse lying down, either. Her lashing was met with one of his own, accompanied by a disapproving snarl. Pyralis didn't really have a point he was aiming for either.
His point was to retaliate to her anger, only bring out a 'real' fight if she prooved to be worth the time.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:59 am
After those insults, he had the nerve to strike back? Far from being at the small end of the scale for a rogue-born female, Ziarre was still nearly knocked off her feet by the blow to her own shoulder. Saving herself from a tumble by using the force of his blow to help her leap to the side, she snarled and leapt for his back, fully intending to dig in and shred him until he begged for mercy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 9:52 am
Pyralis had been taken from behind before, causing his first response to be to turn towards the leaping lioness. However, that was a rather unfortunate idea due to the close proximity, as not only did he not fully turn to face her, he also got a partial face-full of lioness and claws.
Enough of it to knock him over onto one side with a -very- unhappy roar, even as he continued to swipe at her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:05 pm
Ziarre wasn't about to settle for knocking him off of his feet, especially not as he kept trying to strike back. With a guttural roar of her own, she leapt to pursue him to the ground, sinking her claws in as she bit at his ear with bared fangs. She didn't seek to remove his ear, no...she wanted to use one of his tender points to force him to yield. If that meant taking the swipes his own claws landed on her, so be it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:05 pm
He happened to -like- his ear where it was, her teeth making him growl and jerk his head back best he could to try and stand. If she was going to try and get him to cry 'uncle', he wasn't about to. He did, however, let out a growl of pain. There were -way- too many nerve endings right there for him to just straight face it.
"Let. GO!" he barked in order, hissing and swiping at her, attempting to smack her face away from him. He was becoming less and less pleased by the minute.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:50 pm
Each time he swiped at her, Ziarre jerked on his ear. Hard. Her only response to his 'order' was to growl harshly and dig in her claws, face set in a stubborn snarl, eyes flashing defiance. She wasn't the most elegant fighter, far from it...but by the gods she'd get the job done. Her face and body stung from the slashes he was allowing him to lay on her, but she held on with a grim sort of determination. This was her first true confrontation as ushujaa for the Aali'makabila...to lose would be failing them, in a way.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 11:26 pm
(TAIIIMMWARRRPPP AGAIIIINNNN. DANCE THROUGH THE TAIIMMWARRRP AGAAAAIIIIIINNN)
Well, after several minutes of the same old, same old (Y'know, you claw at her, she digs claws into you and bites your EAR), Pyralis had lost feeling in his ear and his body was growing tired of the same repetitive motions. It wasn't to say he was giving up, but moreso that his body was yelling at him to STOOOOOOOP.
It was with the passing of this time that he freed his ear, shifting his weight out from underneath the -very- persistant lioness and putting some distance (Like, legreach distance) between them, giving her a hard stare, his breaths coming in a deeper pattern than they had before.
Oh, how he'd forgotten how taxing duking it out was on the body.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 11:42 pm
Panting hard, Ziarre gave Pyralis a returning look that could practically have seared the flesh from his bones as she thought over the fight. a*****e, yes. Infuriatingly right about goading her, yes. A fighter...with a grudging sort of admiration, she admitted yes. He'd stuck it out just as long as she had, nevermind that she'd practically been hanging off of his ear. But now she was hot, tired, sore, and multiple cuts hurt like hell.
Oh, yeah, and she was still hungry. Damnit.
"Not bad...had enough?" she half-taunted, too tired to bother to outright mock him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 11:52 pm
Pyralis smirked at her 'cute' little quip, but really didn't have the energy to back up any of his words with muscle at that given moment. Not to mention he'd earned himself a few good scratches that would later form into some -more- pleasant scars. Not to say he was proud of getting into fights and getting scarred, but he had loved the indirect proof of his awesome fighting powers.
Semi-awesome. This was currently turning into his first stalemate.
His brain sorted through many unconcious thoughts as he took a few deep breaths to both catch his breath as well as fuel a nice retort to her teasing. "Hn. Not yet, -Doll-." he teased back, smirking coyly as he slowly sat down in the grass.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 12:26 am
If Ziarre hadn't been so damn tired, she would have smacked him again. As it was, it felt like an effort to snarl. "I told you not to call me that," she hissed, tailtip twitching irritably. "I have a name, as I'm sure you do as well. It'd be a good idea to use it." After a moment, she added, "...Ziarre'ari."
Damn, but if he wasn't one of the most irritating males she'd ever met.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 10:20 am
Her irritation at the nickname was probably the only thing making him willing to keep up the effort of having a slight grin on his face. He -could- have wiped it from his face, but that would have taken even more effort. Besides, the grin made him seem less worn out in his own opinion.
"OooOooh.." he shuddered sarcastically at her attempt to be threatening to him again, before raising both his eyebrows. "Oh. Lions come with names out here?" Pyralis quipped sarcastically. However, now he had a name. A name he was partially stashing away for any purpose. Be it he hadn't had something worth remembering for a while, or because he just wanted to be able to know it and still call her 'doll'.
But now that left the dilenma. Should he be a 'gentleman' and return the thought? Well, he'd technically 'earned' her name, so he might as well have returned the favor.
"Pyralis.."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 4:16 pm
"Just like any other lion does," Ziarre shot right back, more than happy to trade barb for barb despite her weariness. "Pyralis...huh, maybe you've got a bit of fire in you after all." She'd heard a very little about the desert pride in her youth, having been warned to avoid that desert above all other places. Explaining further, she had told the young Ziarre that her coloring would ensure rejection at the very least...and at worst, death or slavery. "But if that's so, what the hell are you doing out here instead of lording it over your sand dunes?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 4:40 pm
It was a desert pride that Pyralis had never physically been a part of. While both of his parents, full blooded, had reigned from it, he'd been born in a graveyard, surrounded by others of his own blood. A graveyard of fire-bloods.
Her Quip about his 'home' actually earned a frown from him, followed by a seethe. An ANGRY seethe. Very angry one.
"Lording the sand dunes? The lands of the fire have lost any right they had to me once they brought in the harlot who abandoned me." he growled, not furthering the discussion of who he was actually angry at that for.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:09 pm
Ah, so there was a c***k in the armor of arrogance after all. The topic was obviously a sensitive one with the large male, and Ziarre filed the information away in her mind for future reference. "Abandoned you, just like that, hmm?" she queried, tilting her head with an ever-so-faint expression of incredulity. "Surely there must have been a reason. The Aali'makabila leave caretaking of the young to the mzazi, but you make it appear more...personal." Her breathing was starting to ease, although she was sure she'd feel like she'd been trampled like a herd of zebras come the next morning.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:14 pm
A reason? There was no reason in his mind that would have allowed Pyralis to forgive Nuri. Not for the very thing that burned into his mind as his abandonment. "There is no acceptable reason for young to be left on their own." he hissed, forcing his body angrily up to his paws.
He wasn't going to accept one female's given 'defense' to another. Only the words of his father would have made him spurn his rage. He was the only one who deserved any peace. Seven kids left to his device? Far too many. Perhaps that's what fueled a hunt that he'd long since had the drive for.
Given up? Partially. Moreso between several siblings up to the same thing, he knew he wouldn't be the one sinking his claws into his mother.
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