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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:55 pm
The train thought brought the start of a snarl to the corners of his muzzle; a snarl that turned into a growl of frustration when he turned the thoughts in his head into 'What ifs'. What if Shwari had been the one to disappear?
Those 'what ifs' had lead him to taking up another shift of guarding the borders of the Dhati territory. He, personally, would do what he could to make sure that no further 'incidents' or 'disappearances' occurred... It was his duty as a trained warrior to pick up the slack of others.
His claws extended for a moment, scraping at the dirt beneath them before sheathing themselves as he stalked along the border; a lion on the prowl for trouble. War wasn't just coming anymore. War was here.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:42 pm
Chance- this was it.
No, she had not gotten permission really to leave. This is war time- this is a time to protect, to serve, and to fight. The beliefs of her pride where being questioned by these outcasts. She couldnt stand the thought of this. She left on her own- deciding it would be good to have a extra patrol on the lookout.
Wanting to prove her worth to the pride was another driving factor of this mission- she wanted to show how devoted she was- how honored she was to follow the spirits ways.
Stalking ever further away from the den, she found herself wandering towards a particular direction- somewhere the pride only knew. A location to be kept secret, and protected at all costs.
Only something was not right- a scent drifted lazily on the wind. Ears pricked upright- she did not know the scent. Squinting she saw the lion approaching- not one of ours. A rumble inside her throat- claws extending- she lowered her body to the ground and stalked forward towards the intruder. No exceptions- he must be stopped.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:49 pm
Every muscle in his massive body tensed as the wind swirled around him, carrying his scent out before bringing another scent to him. This one was unfamiliar, and yet familiar in being so. It was not Dhati and it was not one that he had met before... But it was surrounded in a dozen other things he remembered well; a member of the Mizimu.
His lips curled back in a low snarl, orange eyes catching sight of movement. Whatever it was, whoever, was coming towards him. Finally a fight. Finally a way to take out frustrations short of goading another member of the Dhati into a spar that would leave both of them aching; something they couldn't afford to have happen this close to the real battle.
His snarl turned into a grin as he waited, tail ticking. "Closer... That's it..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 2:48 pm
Words where a device to show weakness before a battle of a enemy. Why should she give anything away- these barbarians did not deserve her voice.
She was spotted- but she did not care. Feeling a growl rumble deep in her chest Nyota lowered her eyes and pushed off with her hind feet. She charged for the intruder- claws and teeth bared.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:25 pm
He laughed as she charged at him, orange eyes gleaming as his muscles tensed before pushing him into a spring to counter-attack. His claws unsheathed as he met her head on, rearing back so that he could bat at her with both paws, intending to come down on her as hard as he could in an attempt to disorient her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 8:41 am
Roaring in discomfort as the male lion attacked- she only briefly caught the gleam his eyes radiated. This lion was powerful- and was well versed in the arts of war. Well s**t.
Diving down the lioness knew was a risky move- she wanted to try and scratch him so she made a swipe with her claws at his ancle before rolling to the side. Not sure if her own move was successful she soon felt a stab of pain as the males attack connected on one of her shoulders before she could move away. Internally wincing- not wanting to show weakness- Nyota continued to roll with her new injured shoulder. Crouching down one more she quickly tried to take advantage of the time between him reaching the ground- and his own reaction to her. She once again tried with her claws.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 9:11 am
Her first swipe missed its mark, hitting a bit higher instead as she rolled. His eyes flashed, briefly exposing his only reaction to the pierce of claws before he was moving again, taking her second swipe across his muzzle in hopes that landing an attack would bring her closer so that he could strike again. This time he aimed for the side of her face with a heavy paw.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 10:56 am
His paw connected, causing a gash of clawmarks on the side of her face. Blood trickled down her face/neck. Her eyes showed a brief flash of pain- she was not used to one on one combat with a lion- but she was tough enough to take it. Thats what happened when you live as a rogue lion for such a long time- you learn to deal with s**t. Though, it did hurt like hell. She felt slightly lightheaded...
Stumbling once she shook her head and growled ferociously, once again attempting with the claws... but she also tried to bite this time too- being in such close range. Her moves where really basic- really showing she has had not much experience fighting.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 11:38 am
He snarled as her fangs sank into his shoulder before he could dodge, the teeth dragging as he bucked back in an attempt to toss her off. This time he sheathed his claws before swatting at her with his paw again as one would an errant cub... Only putting more weight behind it in hopes of sending her rolling, determined to pin her and put her in her place.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 12:09 pm
Finally- she got a grip on the enemy with her teeth, but just as soon as she did she was flung off and sent rolling to the ground. Attempting to regain her footing was a feeble attempt- she was soon pinned down by the much heavier lion. Snarling at him she squirmed to try and get free- only to find herself in a really bad position. shitshitshit he was going to go for the throat! At least thats what her subconscious was screaming at her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 12:15 pm
He did just as she thought he would, pressing down on her throat with his paw instead of his fangs. Stupid female... It would be another waste of life to kill her; another unneeded sacrifice that the Mizimu had been too foolish to see coming. He wouldn't be the one to taint his claws any further with her blood. No...
He pressed harder, trying to capture her breath, wanting to steal it from her and make her sleep. If it worked he'd leave her where she was, passed out for someone else to find. There was no pride to be had in killing a lioness like this. Had she been a properly trained fighter, perhaps... But not this.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 12:45 pm
Still growling once her thought was realized- she stopped thrashing. Knowing that if she thrashed too much her vital vein would be torn open- letting her die. While she wanted to prove herself to the pride- maybe it was better this way? She wants to be a fighter- with no training though she should have known she had no chance. Yes she will meet this fighter later- and she will rip his throat out then. But until then...
Blood from her deep face wound still seeping everywhere- her body eventually went limp due to lack of air- she passed out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 12:49 pm
He stepped back once she fell still, letting his paw lift slowly just in case she was pulling one over on him. When he was satisfied that she wouldn't be going anywhere he fell back completely.
"Live to learn... Don't let yourself become a sacrifice on behalf of a pride that would sacrifice you in an instant if their false spirits told them to." He murmured before turning away so that he could return to his path and his pride.
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