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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 8:44 pm
Kinari stood his ground from where he was, a good distance for offensive and defensive assaults if this idiot decided to attack. At first, it was mostly to get with the male, humiliate him, break him, and maybe make him his own. Now that did not work too well into his plans, he was injured, but it was... just a flesh wound. His breathing was staggered but he wasn't going to give in to a broken rib or two, he wasn't the weak one to simply give up due to pain.
The smaller lion had some pride in the things he did. He killed to keep himself alive and put out the weak. His mind were set on a few terms many of his sex knew; eat, sleep, and pleasure. Surely this male knew about these three to the minimal degree, if not, he should. His strength was what kept him alive, his quick wits, reflexes, and speed kept him safe, to lose it all to someone of this caliber would humiliating.
"Well, I suggest you either decide to have one again or give up on living. I can be quite the merciful master if you behave, I am not . . . that cruel," Kinari smirked and stood straight, a bold move, especially during a fight such as this. This male proved that he had power, one matching his own or even more, and he was challenging it. War could snuff him out quick, Red gave a challenge, and this one... could really kill him if he wanted to. To hear that he was backing down made him a bit ticked off that this one wasn't going to carry out the rest of their fight.
"Giving up? Never gonna surrender? I guess you've decided to die then. I attacked because I could, I can keep fighting."
If this male had not picked up the hints yet, he must have been more brawn than brain. His male was taller than he was, normally he would be pissed off and kill without a second thought, then again he did initiate the attack to start with, but the being still stood before him. If he was able to bulk up a little, he might be the ideal one for him, but the chances are, as of now, slim. Kinari had lived most of his life in solitude, taking care of himself and his trust for others were slim. After being abandoned many times before, he simply found it easier to kill off the competition for food, shelter, and pleasure. He was capable of feeding himself, taking care of himself, and clearly able to defend himself. When it came to pleasure... Most males, he found, were pushing for dominance and weren't quite worth the while. The females were troublesome themselves and were not worth the trouble. Only times he found the good ones, they were either taken or scrambled off when he wasn't looking. If only he was able to keep his paws on one...
"What do you say? Ready to die here or swallow your pride and surrender?" He shrugged slightly. "Or work something out. To be honest, I may regret killing you if it came to it."
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:01 pm
Rose eyes burned. Never once in his life had he given up, never once in his life had he rolled over for a male that was clearly his junior in combat. If it hadn't been for what had become of the one that he'd loved so long ago then Inzondo-mnyama wouldn't have the name he did now, wouldn't be in the position he was now. He'd still be strong and sleek rather than a skeleton made of fur and bone.
The lion would still have the spark in his eye.
Or rather, the spark that was suddenly there would have been there all along. Rolling first one shoulder and then the other, the larger black lion tested his body after the long gash and the blood loss had affected it.
He was still in fighting condition, he could still rend this lion in half. Suddenly he rolled his head back until his spine gave an audiable crack and he was on him. Blood coursed through his veins at a faster pace and his eyes seemed to be made of small peices of the sun. Inzo was going to enjoy this fight, was going to enjoy taking the male to the edge of death but refusing it for him.
If he wanted to fight he'd gotten it, but the whirlwind of claws and fur that was suddenly on top of him didn't seem to care. All that mattered was that there was blood and meat in this other's body that he wanted to taste, to marr and etch a long standing memory in.
No one messed with a cannibal, that was what his message to the world would say. Don't mess with a cannibal that hasn't eaten his fill in over a year.
That was why he was scrawny, not because he didn't eat enough, not because of his life, or not entirely because of either. It was because he'd deprived himself meat in order to keep himself from killing every lion that came along. If he ate the bare minimum he could keep the monster sluggish, could keep himself a walking zombie in order to keep his promise to Riikia.
So be it, no more.
Muscles bulged and fangs glittered with a startling white despite the blood that stained them. Inzondo-mnyama was back, the fire that incinerated everything before it and after it.
His long legs and strong paws struck out at the other, not worried about words, not worried about goading. If the other wanted his death, Inzo would gladly give it to him, but not death eternal. Only the thousand deaths of feeling your life slip from your paws and not be granted eternal relaxation.
Inzo's claws carved rivets as they swung.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:23 pm
Why... you idiot, I gave you the chance!
Kinari snarled and met his frontal attack with a blur of red and black. He was not prepared to die nor was he willing to. If this one chose to die, then so be it, though as much as it would mean that this was another one that slipped through his paws, he wished it did not have to come down to this. His mind was torn, a small tear, between what he was going to do and what he had to. Kinari never turned on his word, at least without a technicality, and had not planned on doing so. Either kill this male... or beat him into submission.
Crimson blood eyes flashed a deathly glare as each swing of his paws were connected and beaten against the other and in turn felt the same from stronger paws. Though he may be faster in strike, this male was stronger on impact. His chest ached incredible, it made sense to turn himself away from the male whenever a strike was suspected of rending that area. He could not afford a caved in lung, or worse.
Mrost, the God of War, would be humiliated and ashamed to put any duties onto a weakling like himself if he lost, in fact if he was Mrost he would not either. Trig would never see him as a living being if he fought for his intended purpose, nor would that runt of the family, Ger. Who knows what Red would think. Ultimately, Kinari could not afford to lose to this male. His pride and honor replied on it and thus both were carried into each strike.
He will beat this male.
He will have his way.
His decision was made and now it was the time to act upon it.
Kinari roared with each assault of the larger male's paws, claws, and fangs. He snarled as he launched his own attacks with similar mediums. The smaller lion would dart to and fro, attacking and escaping. A cowardly tactic, but one he was going to have to use. One of many he kept for bouts like this. The blood that trickled down his side, that delicate touch of beads dripping down his fur made him shake is near bliss. Oh, the feeling was hard to describe. Such feelings mixed with the intoxicating pain that he had sustain was best described as the pleasure most sought when it came to mating. If anything went wrong, this was the close he was ever going to get . . .
"Is that all you got, Demon? A scratch? A n**? Can you not hurt me? Are you afraid to hurt me? Damn it, hurt me more!"
He roared out once more before returning for another assault.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 6:21 am
His body twisted and turned with each attack the other sent his way, Inzondo was raised by cheetahs, those that rarely fought if the opportunity arose to run from battle and chance. He was not so stupid as to lay down and allow this one to dart in and out at him, however he felt the blood in his veins roar for an all out conflict, for jaws locked in battle.
That was quite impossible however, as the other's jaws would crush beneath his own. Where the terrible strength that ran through his muscles came from was unknown to anyone, but it was there. It had always been there. It was because of this terrible strength that he knew the other wasn't going to kill him on this day. There wouldn't be a death in this battle, unless the other decided to walk into one of Inzo's strikes at the wrong time in the wrong way.
Which was possible with how he was darting to and fro like the rabbit Inzo had called him mere moments earlier.
Claws sinking into the ground, Inzo lifted his head high and held his ground, eyes watching the other dart around for a moment. His mind was running on full capacity, trying to figure out the best tactic for attack, for crushing the arrogance from this annoyance that was standing before him now. Rose eyes seemed to narrow and watch even the grass and the clouds, the muscles of the other male, the way his mane moved back and forth.
Waiting for the strike that would come and he knew it would come.
"If you want pain then come here little rabbit. You bounce about and howl about wanting pain, yet you can't dish it out yourself." Inzo's voice was lower this time, almost smooth from concentration though rocks still rattled in it.
The pain he felt in his body was gone, though he'd gotten many more scratches and gashes across his fur. None of them would leave a scar like the large one on his stomach would. None of them really hurt in the way that it did and even that was starting to ebb away as Firekin blood rebeled against years of softer teachings.
A roar split the air, the roar of a lion that was ready to kill, but it wasn't Inzondo's own roar. Deathly silent, he watched as the other came again for an assault, came again to kill him or bend him. Just as the other was about to swing out and hit him in order to leap away, Inzo put every ounce of strength into one sweeping swing of his large paw, claws extended and dripping blood that wasn't his own through the air as the streaked towards the smaller lion's already wounded shoulder.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 8:48 pm
Such an impact. Such a connection. He could feel each claw tick and cut, digging into his skin. The power behind it sent him bowling back to the side with a great yowl of pain. On quick feet, he quickly jumped to his paws, growling and yet chuckling through bloodied maw. That was perhaps the strongest strike this lion has made . . . was he serious now?
It was just a cut . . . It was just a flesh wound . . . it was broken. The pain that waved through his body was entoxicating but it was numbing . . . aside from the irritating itching that always came around when he was pained and that would usually drive him near insane.
His tactics would have to change, the distance was not working, it was tiring him faster.
With a wounded shoulder, Kinari had another option, he had to bring the fight closer than close. He had to be close enough to this Firekin to keep him confused, keep his swings to a minimum . . . if this works, this fight may end quicker than he had expected for this path.
It was a shame it had came down to continue fighting this lion . . .
The tiny lion smirked as he gathered his composure, standing his distance with a smirk.
"Do you feel light headed yet? Tired? Dizzy? I would think all that blood you have been losing was getting to you at this point. But if you insist . . ."
With a mighty roar, he made a full on charge. Swift strikes against his chest, landed or not, he would have to get a grip on this lion by any means possible. Either he was going to bite around his muzzle and keep his paws around his neck or clamper onto his back and keep out of swinging distance.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 9:56 pm
Teeth baring in a ferocious grin, Inzondo stalked forward, rose eyes burning into the blood colored ones that glared at him. He wasn't looking for a killing spree, he wasn't in the mood to slaughter, he wasn't even interested in spilling this lion's blood all over the ground like he was about to.
No.
The one thing he was interested in was sleep and relaxation, revenge and torture, murder and mayhem. It all rolled about in his mind as the lion threw himself at Inzo, becoming a whirling torrent of Firekin blood and chasmic bloodlust.
What was happening to him? His father had taught him how to fight another lion if he had to, taught him how to defend himself when he was in a bad situation, taught him how to dodge and tuck and roll.
That was just what he did when the lion charged and swung at him. The larger black lion dodged and went to the ground, the long legs digging claws into the dirt and sending him hurling away from the other at a remarkable speed that most other lions couldn't match due to weight and muscle limitations.
Spinning on his heels and coming to an abrupt stop, Inzo peered at the brown lion, wary of it's next attack and ready for anything, given that seemed what he was capable of. At least it was a decent fight, but because he'd been half out of his mind with Firekin bloodlust he couldn't remember the last few moments of it. Go figure.
"I could ask you the same question, you seem to be forgetting where you are." Inzo cat called back, eyes dancing with inner amusement that the other lion was still rushing him after he'd clubbed and bitten him so badly. Clearly he was one for a fight.
All the more reason to give it to him really, if he wanted a fight he would get it, just not the way he thought he would.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 8:28 pm
Every movement the larger lion made, he would do what he could to counter it. No movement was left to waste, every move was quickly initiated like a chain of moves that left no room for reaction if it were too slow. This dark lion was lucky that he was quick on his feet and hit hard; if not for that he would be landing more blows and wouldn't have to worry about being hit. If he could just place him into submission, then it'll all be over. ... but what method? Claw to the throat? Yes... that shall work just fine.
Kinari smirked, a trickle of blood dribbling down the side of his maw, spitting it out before stalking toward him again.
"You don't know when to give up, do you? Gotta love that about a male... big, strong, and very persistent," he smirked. "Come on, this failing world needs males like you, do you really want to die?"
Not waiting for a reply, the masochist could not refuse to throw himself into more pain that this lion certainly could inflict. He rolled to the side to get him to turn his head, whilst that, he would use the time between the turn to dart at his flank. With a swift pounce, he was going for his neck. If he could get a claw at his throat and come muzzle to muzzle, maybe he could get him to stop.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:11 am
Without responding, the larger male twisted his body so that his hind legs were suddenly off the ground and he kicked them as hard as he could at the other's face, claws extended. It was a move a herd beast might have used, but when in a fight with a lion that loved to get hurt then all the moves that Inzo had ever seen had to be utilized. He had to fight with everything in his body. Had to give all he had to keep the other from killing him had to do everything he'd ever seen.
Yes he'd seen fights in his time. He'd killed quite a few herd animals, he knew how they all fought. Inzo knew how they kicked back, how they fought with horns and hooves. Even some of the smaller beasties that he'd caught had claws and knew well how to use them even if they weren't a lion. Rabbits used their back legs to kick at blood vessles and eyes. Ratels used their thick teeth and large club-like claws to rake away flesh from bone.
If he used all the things he'd ever learned from fighting and killing all the other animals that he had, then surely he could both keep this other from killing him and prevent himself from killing the other. There was more than one way to skin a cat.
Literally.
As he twisted in the air, Inzo's thoughts changed to those of Riikiia and he frowned. She would be frowning right now. Tears would be running down her muzzle that he was fighting. She would be enraged that he'd even broken skin on the other when it wasn't his own fault for the fight starting. Sure he could run away, he could get far beyond the other's reach if he wanted to, but the lion inside him balked at all the cheetah learning he'd ever done.
It wasn't his way.
Inzo would rake skin from bone and leave the other alive. Maybe dying but then he wouldn't have killed him himself with his own paws. He'd have died of blood loss. That was inadvertent killing, something that Inzo would allow himself to do. If the other wanted that sort of death then he'd give it. Far beget Inzo to ever let one who loved pain and loved death to not experience it himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 9:08 pm
The swift kick to the face was something he did not need to experience and the excruciating pain from a dislocated jaw was something he had long forgotten the pain of. It had been far too long since he was hurt this much. It had been far too long since he had a fight where another did not submit easily. And what was better was this male was able to keep things up this long with all the gashes and eviscerations he had made upon him. He had to be getting light headed by now!
The dark maned lion scoffed as his bloodied paws relocated his jaw with a crack. Such delight. Kinari smiled at the other male as he looked him over. His legs would soon buckle, he will fall to his stomach, and he will beg for mercy. The male had ideas for this one if that was teh case, a little... experiment he had concocted while they fought. Risky as it was, he had done it many times before, this wouldn't make a difference... right?
It would not be long now, for either of them. Even he would admit that he was starting to exhaust from the amount of blood he had already gave to the ground they tread upon. His breaths became haggered and rough as his lungs and heart struggled to keep things up for this other male. As the time ticked by, he was starting to lose vision however fighting it back. He was going to see to it that this male, this, whatever he said he was, lost.
"Give up, already. We know what will happen. One of us is going to pass out, as much as I dun wanna kill ya, I'll still keep coming after you if you dun submit now. Just say you lose. You give up," he coughed. His bangs were more than soaked in blood, both his and this one's, that it overflowed, dripping down them. "At least I ain't askin' ya to beg for my mercy."
Though, he wished he was.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 7:42 pm
Rose eyes suddenly flashed into a deep red and Inzondo-mnyama closed them for a long moment as the other spoke. He could feel the blood rushing in his veins, could feel it seeping out through the rather deep and long gash across his belly. The lion could even feel his own heart slamming against his rock hard ribs, forcing murderous blood through his veins that swelled his muscles and pride up beyond what normally they would have been.
When his eyes opened again Inzo lunged without saying a word to the one before him, blood running down his paws, his belly his legs his face; Inzo threw himself at the other before him, claws and fangs bared savagely in an attempt to throw the other down. He wouldn't kill him but he meant to hurt him so badly that he would never rise up and speak again. That he would never open that incessant mouth of his to rant at him for stupid innane things about falling and mercy ever again.
Pain lanced through the muscles in his tight stomach when his feet left the ground and Inzo nearly snarled in pain but he forced himself to keep his face passive and unemotional like it normally was, forced himself to keep his silence so the other would think he wasn't in pain, so that he wouldn't see how hurt he'd made him. As long as the other believed he was fighting a demon that wouldn't back down then maybe the other would back down himself and let Inzo leave.
But he had to keep up the act just a little longer. His blood that flowed through his system and took away his mind was good for making the pain dull, but it still didn't make him invincible by any means. He would fall soon if the other didn't fall down here soon himself.
Claws raking out in an attempt to hit the other once more, blood from his own paws splattered across Inzo's face, making his eyes seem to spark like wildfire as he attacked. He was becoming serious even if he wouldn't kill the other.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:08 pm
Ears perked when the male closed his eyes. Did he give up? The thought barely got through his mind before he was attacked once again. Claws were everywhere. Blood. Fangs. Paws. Flashes of black. This lion was massive, he had him beat there. This lion was fast, he rivaled his own. Their strength, even he would admit that they were equal. Kinari roared in pain, literal pain, as he fought back with what he could, his maw hanging open to fend him off.
Pain. For so long has he felt something like this. His masochist self could only take so much before his body ached, cried, bled, and approach the brink of breaking down. This lion was merciless, rare in some but by gods did it just make the small lion want him for himself. He wanted this lion in his life to torment, to use, to keep him company. Someone to hurt him when he started to gain those... nasty feelings of calm and relax.
Such rage.
Power.
Force.
Energy.Drive. Am I really going to die?
Kinari let out a blood curdling roar as he fell back from a hard blow, forcing him to fall back, hitting his head against rocks up heaved from the ground during the fight.
He was out.
It will not end.
I will not stop
He will submit.
Everyone submits.
I will not stop...
I will not...
...stop...
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:05 pm
The male fell to the ground and Inzo felt his legs shake for a moment, his legs shaking as he held himself back from attacking any harder and any further. If it continued like this the other would die and then what would he do?
For some odd reason he felt that he had to let this one live, had to let him keep coming back for him for whatever reason. If he kept coming back then Inzo would have a reason to look forward to seeing someone that would make his blood boil. Much better than any female he'd ever met. They were only good for a few things and some of them weren't even that good at that.
"You're a handsom male, so I'll let you live today... I'll let you come back to find me someday, that way I can look forward to seeing those eyes of yours again. Make sure they don't dull." Inzo spoke finally, his voice tired and full of harsh rolling gravel.
Without another word he turned on his heels and walked off to find a watering hole. He would need to lay down near a water source so he didn't have to go far. It would take a week or so to get over the damage done to his stomach. At least he'd found someone to fight fairly as a lion for once.
Well maybe not SO fair.
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