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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:40 am
Jozo had needed some time away from the pride. Sometimes he felt like it was an inescapable vortex that he was trapped in. Forever surrounded by death and heartache, sometimes it was hard to keep his chin up and his attitude bright. Times like these, he just took a break. He left the pride lands, moved into the rogue lands for a few hours and gave himself some time to just ... breathe.
He never allowed himself to feel guilty about it. There was no sense in that. It was time to relax, to doze in the sun, and that's exactly what he was doing today.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:38 pm
The time had come for revenge.
Jicho had tried to take his revenge out on some other Kitwana lion. That hadn't ended up to well. But he nursed his scrapes and his wounded pride, and he had realized what must happen:
He must take revenge on the lion that had besmirched him in the first place! Only that would ease his troubled heart.
The brightly colored lion wasn't taking any chances this time. He had tried the direct approach. He had tried the ambush from a tree. Now ... now he was going to ambush from the river. Jicho wasn't afraid of crocodiles, having met their goddess only recently and made an extremely favorable impression. His fur liberally coated in caked-on mud to disguise its brightness, Jicho crept along the river bank until he spotted his enemy. Then he slipped into the water, trusting to the dried mud to remain in his fur through this brief wetting.
Closer ... closer. When he was close enough, Jicho slowly raised his head from the water. It was crowned with tangled leaves and vines, making him look like no more than a lump of vegetation.
Then ... he attacked! Flying from the water in a whirl of teeth and fangs and a berserk roar of rage.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:45 pm
Jozo was ripped out of his half-asleep state by the most bizarrely sounding roar-shriek of rage. Before he could even glance around to see where the noise was coming from he was hit from the side by a heavy lump of leafy mud. Jozo tried to scramble to his feet, he tried to reach around and bite whatever clung to his body with such intimidating fervor but the creature was too slippery.
The scent of putrid river muck invaded Jozo's nostrils and he couldn't help but gag a bit. It was in his eyes, his mouth, his nose. The scent clung to his body and made it harder to fight off whatever was attacking him. He tried to sink his teeth in to the gloopy, writhing monster that was on top of him, but all that filled his mouth was mucky river water and thick mud.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:51 pm
Ah hahahaha! HAAAAA! Mwahahaha! Jicho would have cackled most evilly if he hadn't been occupied making his horrible shrieky roars to put the other lion off-balance. His disguise was working incredibly well! Jicho hadn't even thought of the benefit of being gloopy and slippery during the fight, he had just wanted camouflage.
He slithered around in the other lion's grasp, feeling quite invincible. The other lion's bites got him nothing but a mouthful of muck and yuck, his teeth doing no more than ruffling Jicho's fur. Jicho slid onto the other lion's back and wrapped his forearms around the guard's neck, kicking at his sides with his hind feet, claws out to spur him.
"HYAAAAH!" Jicho screeched.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:56 pm
Jozo couldn't take it. He just.. the stench alone was making him feel faint and queasy, and when the monster gripped him around the neck and started kicking out at him, Jozo couldn't control both his gagging AND fight for his life. Circumstances were dire, very dire indeed, and Jozo couldn't die here with no dignity, not without saying goodbye to Eppie one more time.
Jozo did what any sane lion would do, the only thing he could do, and he didn't even do it on purpose.
Jozo promptly lost his lunch, turning his head to the side as half-digested antelope, river water and foul mud made its way back up from Jozo's stomach.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:05 pm
The turd hunched beneath him, and Jicho braced himself, preparing for the strange lion to attempt to throw him off ... and then the brown lion vomited, spewing out his own foul gloop. Both lions were now thoroughly disgusting. Jicho had grown immune to the stench of his own coating of mud as he slowly slathered it on, but this new stank was horrible. Whew!
He jumped off the vomiting lion, careful not to land in the puddle of puke, and circled around to face his enemy. He stood proudly, as proudly as possible for a lion liberally coated in river mud and rotting vegetation. "Aha! Now you regret your actions, eh? You should never have messed with Jicho!"
Truly, Jicho wanted to continue on the offensive, but he needed just a second to clear his nose before returning to the attack. Besides, he wanted the lion to know just who was delivering the a**-whupping!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:08 pm
Jozo's eyes were watering, but thank the Gods the terrible stench of mud was gone and his stomach felt better, having expelled most of the mud he'd swallowed. He panted softly, trying to regain his composure, and peered at the creature that had attacked him without warning.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
Really? The same lion who had taken offense because his fur had been dirtied was standing here before him covered in mud and muck, leaves and twigs matting his fur. Jozo blinked at him, still in slight shock, and could only murmur, "It's going to take you a while to get clean."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:17 pm
Finally the brown lion had stopped vomiting. Jicho was too hyped up to feel ill, but he was glad. That had been ... unexpectedly nauseating. It wouldn't do to start vomiting himself, although for a second there he had been tempted.
The brown turd of a lion was more obnoxious than ever. "So the mighty warrior is still insulting me!" Jicho said haughtily. The stranger had a point, actually, but Jicho chose to ignore that for now. The break was done, anyhow. He would stand for no more of that turd's flapping mouth.
"Prepare to meet your doom!" Jicho cried dramatically. He charged at the brown lion, twisting to the side to strike him with his shoulder, trying to shove him over into the ocean of steamy muddy barf.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:31 pm
Jozo took the hit on the shoulder, staggering under Jicho's weight. The grimy lion hit like a girl, but Jozo was weakened by his previous terror-struck wriggling and subsequent vomiting. But Jozo would be damned if he'd let himself go face-first into the pile of fly-riddled puke that loomed dangerously close to his feet. Jozo wouldn't go down like that, no way on God's green earth.
He spun with Jicho's momentum, using the stagnating lion's weight and force of motion to propel the other lion into the barf. If he was successful, Jicho would go face-first into the semi-solid puddle of gross. If not, well... at least Jozo wasn't falling into it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:37 pm
The brown lion was feistier than Jicho had thought! Wilier, too! Caught by surprise, Jicho was swung around and towards the puke. He managed to keep his balance enough to stay on his feet, but he slipped and slithered through the puddle.
THROUGH THE BARF.
Jicho SCREAMED, a glass-shattering eardrum-busting unearthly shriek of utter horror. Then he flew at Jozo, maddened by rage. THE BARF WAS ON HIS FEET. It was on. His. FEET.
Still slippery, slithery, and thoroughly swamp-monstery, Jicho grappled madly at the other lion, biting and swiping at him furiously, attacking the other's face with his puke and mud soaked claws.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:45 pm
For a split second, Jozo had to wonder what the duo looked like to anyone who might happen to pass by. Jozo was caked with river mud, looking green around the gills and a bit wobbly on his feet. Jicho was absolutely COATED in mud, vines and leaves smattering his body, and now with his barf-covered paws.
How attractive they both must appear.
Jozo wasn't sure what sorts of sounds Jicho was making, but they were shrill enough to cause his eyes to cross and the hair on the back of his neck to rise. When Jicho raised rage-maddened eyes to Jozo, he knew he was in trouble.
And then Jicho attacked. Jozo wasn't going to walk away from this mess (literally) unscathed. With a resigned sigh, Jozo barreled forth with claws unsheathed. He was probably getting himself even more disgusting then he'd been previously, but what was there to be done?
He was snapping and clawing at Jicho, growling trying to sink his teeth in where ever he could.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:50 pm
Jozo was much slippier now, harder to get a hold of. If they kept fighting they would both end up equally slippery and filthy with mud and other disgusting things.
But Jozo would end up filthier in the end. He would learn his lesson. HE WOULD LEARN TO COWER BEFORE THE WRATH OF JICHO.
Heedless of the brown lion's gnashing fangs, Jicho lashed out directly at the other's face with his vomit covered paw, aiming to smear the sludgy mixture of barf and mud all over the other's eyes, nose and mouth. If he got bit, oh well. He was coated in mud, the bite likely would slip off without doing much damage. And then the brown lion would get a mouthful of vomit and decaying mud.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:55 pm
Well, that was utterly disgusting. Jozo felt as if he was floating on some surreal cloud. Never in a million years would he ever have imagined that he'd be fighting a technicolor lion that was covered in mud, debris and barf. This had to be some sort of terrible dream brought on by a lack of sleep. Maybe it was a test of the Gods? Jozo didn't know, and he was tired of fighting.
And when he got a gullet full of putrid muck, he was down for the count. He fell to his side, chest heaving and stomach retching. He was done.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 4:19 pm
Jicho had won. He had won! The brown lion had collapsed, retching and wheezing. Jicho stood over him, triumphant. He supposed he could claw out the other's throat now, but he wasn't a very vicious soul. No, he had simply wanted to teach the other lion a lesson.
He had succeeded.
Swaying on his paws, Jicho let out a ragged sigh of relief. Breathed in ... a mistake. With his fighting blood cooled down, Jicho could truly smell the reek of their horrible battle. Lion barf and rotting river muck. Before he could stop himself, Jicho vomited as well, heaving up a warm gloopy splatter beside the lion collapsed on the ground.
Dazed, Jicho staggered off, still retching. The river ... yes. He sank down into it, swishing the water in his mouth and praying to the merciful gods that his fur would be washed clean by the time he pulled himself out on the far bank.
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