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 Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:34 am
((Sorry guys! Life intervened. Onwards and forwards!))
The response from his reavers pleased him, and even one of the thralls spoke up in support of him. He opted to ignore the outburst from the hyena pups... they weren't supposed to be part of the warband, but he had ended up with little choice. For now, he'd simply ignore them, although the female pup's response was rather amusing. Time out indeed.
"To do this, we need to gather our strength, to train and better our skills." His eyes drifted to those who had expressed a desire to learn more about fighting, lingering briefly on Asmar. "In order to do this, we will use sparring to hone each other. The youngest," his eyes rested firmly on Dreyri-Bein, "and the weakest fighters must spend at least half their time training, whether against each other or against a more experienced reaver." It was time his little band got into a routine, and began to work together as a team. These training spars would help with that.
"We also will be going out regularly on vikings. There is shamefully little we have taken for our own. It is time we remedy that. We will be scouting the area for targets, and I will lead a chosen portion of the band to claim what will be ours." His eyes ran over the group, his expression intent. "Not all will go at once. Some must remain here to guard the camp."
Now came the part he had thought was obvious, but which apparently was not. "It would have been sufficient to leave just one behind, but now we must leave more. This was not a situation meant for young ones to endure." Her he turned a glare on the thrall who had become a mother, as well as the lioness who claimed her. "Vikings and war are no place for babes. I expect that my reavers will keep this in mind." His gaze raked over them all, stern and forbidding. "I fully intend on raising a family of my own, but not here and not now." He'd cast a flick of a tender glance at his strong mate beside him, but his regard returned immediately to those gathered around them. "I hope I have made this clear for everyone." His arched brow made it clear that this was not a question.
Time to move on. "Who will take the honor of scouting our next target?" he called, his demeanor shifting to one of excitement and vitality. The thrill of leadership coursed through is veins, and he savored the feeling.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 10:05 am
Looking towards Dreyri-Bein she only smiled, a warming smile to the youngin. Livna would lie if she said she was an old lioness. She had been an adolescent not to long ago. But she had many battles and had seen a good few wounds in her days. She had come from a battling war-ruling pride herself. The lighter female bowed her head lightly to the adolescent's words.
When Hroarr gave the honour up. She stayed back though. Scouting was in her veins, but walking behind him after that honourable lion(ess) had scouted. She would go on the viking in the future that was in her mind. Looking up towards Dreyri she thought about staying back to help the young one with training and guarding the warband when it was her time too. Livna could feel that spark ignite again. That large portion of her inner self growling in excitement. Roaring to the need of battle again. She was meant for this.
"I will take guard Hroarr, and come with you on any vikings you choose me for. However scouting isn't for me I find." She said in all honesty. She did like it, before a hunt it was always the fun part and then the other fun part was the battle that did commence. But she wanted to word her sitting out of scouting and being open for the vikings. "And I will give a spar to the inexperienced." She wasn't from the Stormborn no, but as said before; Livna had her own battles of her old pride.
She took to getting up and settling silently and calmly beside Dreyri. Sitting on her haunches, her body was definitely much larger then the adolescent's but she didn't pay mind to it. She gave a bit of a motherly call towards Dreyri possibly. Though she herself wasn't ready to become a mother, nor did she have any prospective mates in line. Her mind was fully set on being a fighter at this time.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 4:38 am
There wasn't a whole lot that Ros could do at this point in the meeting. He was able to sense that what was going on now was something important, and that he therefor ought to be silent, but it was really hard to be completely quiet. Sometimes he would just whine or bark whether he meant to do it or not. And it was really stirring to listen to these lions basically giving oaths of fealty and obedience.
He wondered if he would get to do that. It seemed like a really grown-up, important thing to do, and he wanted to swear his loyalty to the dark lion with the red mane, too. Except he was pretty certain that he belonged to the same lioness who owned his mother, which probably meant he couldn't swear loyalty to some other lion. Poo!
He squirmed where he sat, eaten up by this question and trying so very hard to be good and still until finally, after about two minutes, he lost the battle.
"I wanna swear an oath, too! And go on vikings an' keep watch an' train."
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 6:43 am
She might have been interested in scouting, but Dreyri was fairly certain Hroarr had meant for her to stay behind and train. That was fine too, as much as she wanted to wet her claws with experience, she understood the need to train first. It was an honor just to be counted amongst these great lions, she would make sure to do her part to earn her place among them. Thus no argument fell from her lips, instead she was intent on listening to his plans and outlines of what needed to be done. Her patience must have been rewarded, for Livna surprised her with the declaration of giving a spar, and then coming to sit down next to her. Dreyri gave a pleased rumble by this, eager to test her skills against the older female. She was definitely excited to spar with Livna!
"I will redouble my training, and accept any invitations to spar with anyone", she spoke up, casting her eyes around the band. Even the large males in the group weren't sparred from this. She already knew how most of these spars would play out, as she was much smaller and inexperienced than them, but it was good to take what lessons she could from anyone willing to educate her. In time she knew she'd get bigger and would likely stand more of a chance, but until then she was content to take her licks.
The little hyena pup on the other paw, just couldn't seem to keep himself quiet. She tilted her head at him, fairly certain thralls couldn't do all that. She had been amused before by his outbursts, but it was probably best to n** those in the behind before he grew up thinking it was okay. Unfortunately, he wasn't her thrall to discipline, as she surely would have had he been hers.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 8:13 am
This was as clear an invitation as could possibly be made, Ros decided. The lioness was even looking at him. Obviously she meant that she would be willing to spar with him. He was pleased to already be recognized as the ferocious warrior he knew himself to be.
A toothy grin split his face as he looked at the lioness and informed her delightedly, "I'll spar with you!"
He genuinely believed that he was doing everyone a favor by offering to sacrifice some of his playtime so that they could practice their fighting. Of course, he would enjoy himself, too, trouncing those big lions, but it was still a huge imposition and he was being incredibly magnanimous by putting their needs before his own.
Unimportant factors like his generally puny size and the unimpressive nature of his skills as a warrior were of no more interest to Ros than the fact that he and all his family except for the pups that he couldn't really remember at this point were thralls, and therefore not encouraged to fight. There were thralls who fought, but he had no way of knowing that. Taking his ignorance into account, it should not have been a surprise that the young hyena firmly believed that he would make an excellent sparring partner for any lion fortunate enough to have him as such.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 7:38 pm
Asmar didn't miss how Hroarr had focused on her just before he mentioned sparring. The young lioness' pink eyes returned his gaze calmly. She was not afraid of work or practice, and had no intention of being left behind after the first few Vikings. She was here to prove herself, to herself and to these others.
"I would be happy to spar with any who will teach me," the brown lioness spoke aloud at last, looking briefly over to those others who had volunteered their time, as well as the others who had already helped her to train. She did not yet know every one in this band by more than sight, but perhaps the practice and Vikings would be able to help with that.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:17 pm
Hroarr gritted his teeth and strove to ignore the impudent puppy's completely inappropriate behavior. He wasn't the sort to be violent with the helpless, weak, or young. However, he was about to send that hyena pup yelping for the dens with his tail shredded if he didn't stop. He took a deep breath, drew himself up to an impressive height, and padded slowly and deliberately over to the canine spawn. He paused, looming high above Ros, tipped his head down slowly, then leeeaaaned over him. In a soft voice that had a very clear growl, he spoke to the thrall.
"You are a thrall. Thralls do not fight. Thralls do not spar. And thralls who are not quiet end up... without any tails." Anyone who knew the captain well would know this was mostly an empty threat. However, since neither the pup's mother nor his owner was stepping forward to reprimand him and take control, he felt the need to make a lasting impression. "Even. Puppies." Most especially puppies!
With a final hot breath with clearly visible fangs, Hroarr turned away from the scrawny pup and paced back to his place to address the group as a whole again... well, the non-thralls anyway. "Alright then, let's get to work! There's much to do, and I want it done as swiftly and as well as possible!" He had faith in his warband, and knew that soon, the riches would be rolling in and the thralls would be doing the work. He looked forward to prospering, so that they could return in glory to the pride someday. Hopefully, someday.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 5:38 am
Ros was an incorrigible little monster, but he knew that he was not fast enough to get away from a full-grown lion on the run. Not yet, anyway. With that in mind, he accepted with as little grace as possible that he was going to have to be quiet now. He didn't really understand all that about thralls not fighting or sparring or ending up tailless, except that probably the last bit was a threat.
He frowned at the big lion and retreated sullenly to sulk behind his mother's forelegs. Dumb, bossy lion. Didn't he know that Ros was the best warrior of them all? Well, he'd show them. He'd learn to fight and spar in secret, and then one day when the bossy lion was in terrible danger Ros would save him and be a hero and then he'd be made a captain too. It was a good plan, and it made him happy. More importantly, it also kept him quiet as he imagined ways he could arrange for Hroarr to be in dire need of his assistance, since it did not seem very likely that a lion as big and mean as Hroarr would get into that kind of situation on his own. Ros could help him with that, too. but secretly, of course. Very secretly.
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