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 Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:45 pm
Though she struggled, the black lioness was starting to move less and less. Blackness was at the edge of her vision, closing in quickly. Panting, she finally collapsed, having passed out. The only question that remained was... Would she live?
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 6:01 pm
Now he was blood covered, his eyes closed in case of any dangerous swipe; but then, the grips she had on him loosened, and he could easly pull her paw off his head(Of course, only after tightening his teeth a bit to make sure). So he'd won? Easier than he'd thought. Letting his jaws stop biting, finding it better to leave her living to show he was not to toy with, he steps over her uncerimoniously. He stops next to her though, nose lowered near herears.
"Who's king of the graves now? "
He sneers, aware that without the lions, Mafa would lead, but he had beat this one, nonetheless. He heads to the bony hill she'd been so clumbsy off, kicking bones in Ishara's direction on his way up, when at the top, grabbing his rabbit and heading down with a slight limp, though not bothering to tend to his wounds.
Though, they did slow him a bit, and he din't go down with a good grace, sliding on the bones, his jaw, tired from the struggle, loose with the rabbit just dangling from it.
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