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Murphys_Law rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 1, 2, 4
Total: 14 (5-20)
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 Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 10:58 am
Emeka walked in a slow half-crouch through the coarse grass. The wind whipped his silver mane into a froth that matched the foam tossing on the nearby sea. The wind was everywhere in fact, blowing hysterically as the shady clouds overhead grumbled and rendering Emeka’s sense of smell all but useless. He was not even bothering to sent now, instead watching a small shape high above and somewhat ahead of him – an eagle.
It wobbled and fought the harsh winds deftly, alternating quick beats with clean glides, and, after some minutes, it folded wings and dropped. Wings snapped open once more a hundred feet down.
Emeka grinned to himself and leapt from his crouch, breaking into a sprint toward the rocks with a full-throated roar. He ran and kept up the noisy battle car for some distance, finally stopping not far from the rocky outcrop he’d seen his hawk friend dive over. “Come out and fight,” he cried. “I hear there are warriors here!”
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bipolar bee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 4, 2, 2
Total: 14 (5-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 11:06 am
Taraxa loved the wind. He loved how it shrieked through the grass, angrily whipping it to and fro almost as if the wind was a Captain guiding his troops into battle. That thought brought a smile to the battle-scarred warrior as he made idly patrolled the borders of the pride. Always alert (how else would he have lived this long?), Taraxa saw the eagle before he heard the cry that soon followed. A fire lit deep in his golden eyes; a fire of anticipation. Battle was the only thing that made Taraxa feel truly alive, and today seemed to be a day worth living. He only hoped his challenger was worthy. Spotting the pale lion, Taraxa moved closer, his feet seeking purchase on the rocks he padded across. Answering the challengers roar, Taraxa bellowed, "Meet your death, or prove your worth!" He waited; never one to leap blindly into battle, Taraxa waited for the other to make the first move.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 11:34 am
The eagle circled low and found a perch amid a higher outcropping of rocks where the battle could be seen from. He was a huge sort of bird of mixed black and white plumage. He gave a warlike scream to echo the lions’, and leveled a red eye on the older lion.
“He’s mine, Abdul!” Emeka called and broke into a lope for the opposing male. He’d eaten well the night before, and he thrilled silently at the thought of having this battle. He had another reason for coming to these lands, and it had nothing to do with earning rank with them, but he could hardly pass up this opportunity to see what the mettle of this pride was.
His eyes gleamed a hollow silver, inadequate for reflecting his exhilaration as he charged for the male. It was a risky move, to attack so fully when he didn’t know his opponent’s tactics, but bravery served as well as speed at times. He raised a paw as if to throw his momentum into a swipe across the male’s face, but he in fact was covering a leap that threw his full weight into the brown lion’s shoulder. He hoped to bowl him over with weight and circle into for another attack before the male could rise.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 11:43 am
Taraxa's eyes nearly glowed with excitement as he waited for the lion to approach. When the pale lion moved into a lope, Taraxa braced himself for what was to come. Taraxa was a huge lion, thickly muscled and well-versed in the way of battle. He knew what was coming, and he would not be dropped so easily.
Taraxa staggered under the force of the other lion's jump, but he did not fall. It took him a moment to gain his composure, but he couldn't stop the laugh that burst past his lips.
"Is that all you have, boy? Fight me!" Taraxa sprang forward, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. This was what it meant to live.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:22 pm
Emeka darted away once his paws found purchase, dodging out or range of a counter attack. It followed him anyway, and claws (or was it teeth?) slashed his hindquarters. Pain fired up his back, but it only fueled him. This would be a good battle he felt, and now there was blood in the air, the smell of iron in the wind. He twisted sharply with the flexibility of youth and lunged towards the other male’s face with mouth agape and full of fangs.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:29 pm
Taraxa thrived on the coppery scent of blood. His blood, an enemy's blood -- did not matter. When blood was spilled in battle, all crimson looked and smelled the same. The tang of blood put Taraxa into a warrior's lust, and while the challenger's teeth grazed his face, Taraxa relished the sting of the wound.
"Better, boy!" Taraxa growled with passion. This pale one was a worthy fighter, and Taraxa was enjoying the fight immensely. Having dodged the majority of the other's attack, Taraxa sprang at the challenger, eyes glowing with an unholy fire. He was hungry for blood.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:50 pm
The old devil was fiercer than he’d anticipated, which was something of a relief. A pride of old, beleaguered ex-warriors would have been an immeasurable disappointment after all he’d heard. A swipe of claws caught him across the face and flinched away, blinking as pain and blood blurred his vision into a haze.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:57 pm
Taraxa knew that his opponent was worthy of this fight; the way he'd taken the previous swipe across his face showed Taraxa the truth of this. There was no honor in fighting a weak, defenseless creature; the glory came with winning a heartfelt spar, not relentlessly beating down an inferior being.
"Good, good!" Taraxa snarled, eyes wide with adrenaline. His breath came heavy and he moved to attack the stunned lion again, raking his claws down the others shoulder. "Are you a WARRIOR?!" Taraxa shouted at the challenger as he moved away, utterly enjoying himself.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:06 pm
Emeka gave a haggard breath and shook his head, flinging the watered blood from his eyes and brushing his face quickly against one of his tired legs. It wasn’t quick enough though, because before he quite regained his senses a fresh agony exploded in his shoulder, and a distant part of his pain-raked brain thought he heard claw scraping bone. He gave a wordless roar of pain and challenge and whirled, throwing himself into a fresh attack. His wounds protested fiercely, but he lashed out, snapping at the older male’s flank.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:12 pm
Taraxa grunted as tooth pierced skin; though the wound wasn't bad, it hurt and would likely scar after healing. It didn't matter; something in Taraxa's brain morphed the pain into a strange sort of almost-pleasure. Almost, but not quiet, and with a barely noticeable limp Taraxa turned back to the challenger to strike once more at his already wounded shoulder. If he were lucky enough to strike that already vulnerable point, he figured the other lion would be down for the count. And if not, well.. the pale one had proven an admirable combatant.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:18 pm
Emeka recoiled, but he didn’t quite avoid all of the attack. The blow thumped weakly against his shoulder, but the spot was already wounded and complained unworthily of the attack. He would have to end this soon before he lost his stamina. His eyes were still blurred with the blood of an earlier strike, but it didn’t keep from noticing the male’s limp. He leapt to the side and sprung forward, sinking teeth just behind the brown male’s shoulderblade. His side would be venerable once more, but at least it was his better one.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:27 pm
Taraxa braced himself for the bite; there was no escaping the attack. He was weakened and aching despite his love for combat. He knew his opponent was feeling much the same. Taraxa felt the pop and snap as his skin gave way to teeth, and he couldn't fight the cry that rose in his throat; the sound erupted in a heinous howl.
Taraxa disengaged himself from the challenger, a somewhat cocky grin on his face. "You fight well, boy. Tell me your name."
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:38 pm
Emeka staggered as the old lion pulled free and became too busy steadying himself to continue the attack. He turned, guarding, but the wounds on the old male’s side matched the taste in his mouth and he didn’t expect mush further ferocity, if any. “Emeka.” He licked his wet mouth and watched the other lion through a dimming haze of pain. His tail flicked in agitation. “I heard correctly. There are warriors here.” He bared is teeth in a suffering sort of grin. “Who are you?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:43 pm
"I am Taraxa, Reaver of the Myrsky Syntynyt. We are the Stormborn. If you are looking for warriors, Emeka, you have come to the right place." He gestured towards the pridelands with a huge paw. "Welcome, fellow warrior."
He turned, tossing a smile over his shoulder while favoring his hind leg, "Now, let us find a few females to tend to our wounds. You have earned it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 8:40 pm
Emeka glanced at the craggy rocks and knew the sea beyond was a cold and harsh sort. But the offer sounded appealing all the same, and he imagined whatever care the pride offered wouldn’t be oppressively smother. He gave Taraxa a respectful nod and fell in step with him, in no hurry to rush.
As they passed the eagle, the bird clacked his beak ruefully and launched from his perch, idly circling over the path of the pair of lions.
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