[SJRP] Brave - Persikat x Bruten

[bipolar bee]

Persikat had narrowed his options down to two prides. One, the Pirates, had nearly everything he wanted in a home. Their rivals, the Stormborn, had everything he wanted and more. Persikat had always had a fondness for pretty things, and he most especially enjoyed taking pretty things by force if need be.

Ultimately, that was what won him over, and he strode on to the Stormborn lands as if he owned them right and proper. Allegedly he would need to win a challenge, which he thought was rather fascinating; that thought in mind, Persikat let out a mighty roar in hopes of summoning a rival.  

[bipolar bee]

Since becoming a reaver, Bruten had been taking plenty of patrols. It was exciting and invigorating, and Bruten loved the thrill of a good askorun. Sometimes he would patrol with Sjurd; those were far more exciting patrols. However, today he was alone, and when the rumbling roar of a challenger sounded, Bruten couldn't help the smile the flickered across his muzzle.

Upon approaching the other male, Bruten quickly sized him up before answering with a roar of his own. No other words were spared before Bruten attacked, quickly and without mercy. His claws unsheathed, teeth bared, Bruten did not waste time on words. Actions spoke louder, more often than not.  

[bipolar bee]

Persikat was not expecting such an immediate response, and certainly not one from such a large and horrible looking lion. He had only enough time to dig his claws into the ground to anchor himself before the darker male was on him, teeth gnashing and claws flashing.

He felt the undeniable hot spill of blood from his shoulder; it didn't matter. Not in the heat of battle. There would be time later for nursing his wounds. If he was lucky they'd have a healer to tend to him.

Baring his own teeth, Persikat latched on to the male, just above his shoulder.  

[bipolar bee]

Bruten relished in the pain that resounded in his shoulder; it was sharp and acute, and it meant that this askorun would actually be a challenge. The other lion was much smaller, but he was quick and nimble where Bruten was anything but brute force and thick, corded muscle.

Intent on turning this askorun into an all out brawl, Bruten snarled softly before turning enough that he could use the weight of his body to crush the smaller male into the ground that grew red with their mingled blood.

He might not be quick, and he might not be nimble, but he was Stormborn, and he would fight until he could no longer.  

[bipolar bee]

Persikat was not a seasoned fighter; he had been in his fair share of battles, but he had not had a lifetime of sparring, something he suspected his opponent had. When the other male moved to crush him into the ground, Persikat was quick enough to react.

Using the dark male's body to leverage his own off the ground, Persikat wormed his way from beneath his opponent. He sliced his claws down the other's back, skin flaying to reveal the muscle beneath.

The coppery smell of blood filled the air, and Persikat was invigorated by it, filling him with the determination that he not walk away from this challenge as the loser.  

[bipolar bee]

The challenger was wily and cunning and unafraid of maiming, and for that he earned respect from Bruten. Even as the skin across his shoulders fell away in shreds, he could not help but feel that respect. This lion would be a powerful ally to himself; there had been no dirty tricks, nothing but clean fighting.

Honor was important on the battlefield, between one warrior and his challenger, and Bruten could absolutely appreciate that.

Throwing himself down on the ground, hard, Bruten effectively dislodged the other male. His pelt was purple-black with blood, but it was nothing that could not be fixed.

"You fight well," he hissed softly, moments before sending his massive paw thudding into the face of the other male.  

[bipolar bee]

The broad paw caught Persikat across the face, and he stumbled for a moment. It took him a moment longer to catch his balance, and a moment more to clear his head. There was a smile on his muzzle, and he dipped his head in respect, an acknowledgement of the compliment he'd been paid.

He paced, side to side, debating his next move. For lack of any better idea, Persikat merely flung himself at the lion, claws bared. He was slowing down, and he knew the other lion must be - considering the amount of blood that had been lost, Persikat was impressed that the brown-maned lion was still standing.  

[bipolar bee]

Bruten's vision was darkening around the edges; a battle well fought was a battle well lost, and he'd given everything he could by this point. He'd lost much blood, and his head was spinning, but the battle was not yet ended. Not when his opponent flung himself at Bruten. He could not avoid the attack, but he did dislodge himself before distancing himself from the other lion.

Bruten did not attack again, but panted slightly as he straightened to his full height, feet anchored and braced beneath him.

"Welcome to the Stormborn, challenger. I am Bruten, the son of the Warlord."  

[bipolar bee]

Persikat allowed himself to relax at the words the other spoke, a huge smile breaking across his muzzle. He had challenged his way into the pride, and he'd won - and he'd beaten the Warlord's son, which was saying something. Bruten hadn't been easy to beat; it had been his own quickness and nimbleness that had saved him.

"I am Persikat, and you are a fine fighter," Persikat said gracefully, panting as well.

"Now, please tell me that you've healers on hand to patch us up, Bruten. I fear your shoulders may scar," he joked, drawing up closer to Bruten.  

[bipolar bee]

Bruten let out a low, rough chuckle. It only sounded a little forced.

"Scars well earned," he remarked as he began edging back towards the pride. He'd drop the lion off at a healer before making his way to Gyllene. She was the only healer he trusted, and she was also easy on the eyes. If he was not so keen on Yakuti, he would undoubtedly take Gyllene to wife.

"Once you've been patched, you'll need to find a Lawspeaker. I recommend Tuomas or Skada, as they're quite respected. You'll be responsible for finding your own den. We should go on a Viking together. I'd introduce you to my friend, Sjurd."

He was silent the rest of the way to the pride, and retreated to his den to rest after having his own wounds dressed.