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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:03 am
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"That fool," Mitra murmured under her breath. As it had been for the past few weeks she had fussed and worried over Yessenia. The headstrong lass had decided that she and her mate were better off on their own than in the safety of the family group. They had fought over it, one of the worst they'd had in a long time, with Mitra all but dragging her back to the den when it had ended. She had to face facts; the family was splitting off. Even Amjad had left to look for Kinaya and although she hoped she did find her she missed him every moment he was away. Still, she carried herself with decorum as she completed her exercises. The light blue lioness had woken early before the sun to hunt, and when it dawned over the horizon she had taken to practicing her fighting style. It wasn't perfect, but it was something more than she had had before. Where once she was flawlessly furred Mitra now carried scars. Her eyes were harder, more intense, and there was muscle where there hadn't been before. She was older now, and wiser. There was little left of the spoiled brat she had been as a cub. Now she was routine and order in a lawless land. Mitra stood panting, swiping a paw back across her bedraggled mane to free her eyes from it's cover before striking out at the bass of her latest opponent; a tree trunk.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 1:02 pm
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Kame had awoken some time after his young mate did, eventually noting her absence as he rolled and felt a cold spot where there was once warmth. Since the fall of their home, the lands had been harsh on him and his now tiny family. One of his mates had gone missing, his son vowing to find her and return when he could. The daughters with mates left their separate ways preferring the decisions of their Pads than to the idea of unknown wandering that their father had at the moment. He was upset they were gone, but this was the time where hard decisions for their futures were to be made and he respected them for that.
The only of his children left with him and Mitra was Thamina, who could not be separated from the two if they tried. She valued his opinion most of all, and we he suggested she stay with them in the group till Amjad returned, she nodded her head and asked what to do. Ever obedient, ever present.
Pulling himself begrudgingly from their empty den, he searched for Mitra finding her beating the snot out of a tree trunk the best she could. Without the protection of a large pride, everyone needed to learn to fight and it was one hard lesson after another. He was glad Mitra took to it, at least. He knew some of his daughters were not the fighting types, and neither was Kinaya. Kame wouldn't have to worry about Mitra not being able to hold her own before long.
"It'll be splinters before long," He commented, plopping down some feet away to give her room.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 1:24 pm
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It was after a time that Mitra felt her claws becoming embedded in the gutted wood that she decided to rest. She was not the type to leave a job unfinished, nor was the the type to quit once a goal had been spotted. Although she had no desire to fight at first, the feeling of using her claws for more than hunting was secretly thrilling. It both disgusted and excited her to be working as hard as a Pad for something so...so primal.
Gathering herself, Mitra quickly smoothed down her mane and turned to her aging mate. When they were with the pride he would have been the one she went to first once a fight broke out, but now she was determined to stand strong beside him as a right paw. She may have lacked his expertise, finesse, and general skill, but she would learn with time.
"Would that it were already." She chuffed. Mitra sized the tree up once more in a passing glance, before looking back to Kame. "I'm not making adequate progress. I've tried remembering my brothers in their spats, going after larger prey, the tree...." Almost on impulse she moved back towards her inanimate target and gave it another low riding swipe. It help promise, but her execution was sloppy and without the power of a true fighter.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 6:04 pm
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"Combat is subjective, Mitra," Kame explained, pulling himself up from the ground to stand beside her. "You say you have not made adequate progress. I see leaps of progress from you daily."
Kame began stalking the stump and his blue coated mate before stopping at a point on the trunk and bracing himself. He pulled a paw back, extended his claws and with an impressive show of force for his age swiped at the trunk, ripping off a hunk of it's bark.
"Come here," He beckoned, shaking off some of the remains of the bark and pointing a toe down to the place he swiped. "Tell me the difference between where I hit and where you hit."
Pointing closely to the spot he swiped at, Kame had noticed a patch of drier, already cracked bark and beneath it was holes as if termites had begun feasting on it once some time back. Where Mitra was attacking at the stump in attempts to take it out with sheer force (something Kame could appreciate when done properly and successfully), he looked for a place that held a weakness.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 7:04 pm
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"Honorable and dishonorable do not exist on a battlefield," Kame explained, his answers firm as he tried to express that this was not something to question, but believe in, "Those are actions outside of war, outside of combat, outside of survival."
Running his claws against the dried, dead looking wood her raked off some more splinters, and small stump nuggets before sitting back down in front of it. He looked to Mitra for a few moments to gather his thought and wrinkled his nose slightly before deciding to speak.
"Weaknesses exist for a reason," He began, "They are there to find if you are observant. Many can strike a foe hard, but striking hard is not striking smart. If you strike smart, you observe, you win without sacrificing much of yourself."
Mitra was not a warrior. She was not brought up to think as warriors thought, and he knew this. She was brought up to think smartly in terms of status and ambition within a ranked society. To make matches of things for the best possible outcome. He needed to get his witty mate to take that process and apply it to this.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 1:25 pm
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Kame looked to Mitra, prideful that she understood what he tried to articulate. Sometimes he only wished some of his sons were as smart as she were, but they were more of their mother's sons than his. Not that he faulted any of them for being more like Kinaya than himself, but it would have been nice to have a son as smart as Thamina or Mitra. Perhaps Mitra will give him at least one son as smart as her.
"Not just seasoned warriors," Kame interjected, "Anyone, Mitra. Many weren't brought up with codes of conduct. They will do what is necessary to win or survive, no matter how underhanded it seems. Never assume honor in an individual."
Kame's ears went flat against his head as Mitra teased him about his aging bones. He had been pondering on them a great deal lately as the days and nights were wearing on him particularly hard lately. Flicking his tail back and forth, he sniffed slightly in feigned offense, "If you cripple me, you will carry me. And I can be very heavy."
Unpinning his ears and getting up from his seat, Kame looked back towards the den Mitra, Thamina and him shared. He tail swayed slightly before he turned back to Mitra and shook out his mane a little before giving a small smile and a sigh, "If she isn't, she will be. Her stomach is what woke me, after all."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:03 pm
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