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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 6:35 pm
  “No, No, No. You are doing it all wrong!” Weusi growled from her defensive position as Suoh moved to attack.
“….”
“You got to lift your lip, growl, roar…ANYTHING to make me fear you!”
“But I don’t see how it will work…You know what I am going to do, therefore you won’t be scared.”
“Hah, a comedian Weusi. You sure picked the right one.”
“Hush up, Amaruk. SUOH. Pretend I am that male lion that attacked you; the one that you almost lost your life to. Imagine those bright blue eyes gleaming at you, about to take a nice chunk out of your neck. Pretend your blood is on my lips, dripping from my canines. Do. You. Remember?” She launched at the male, snarling; her bright blue eyes holding a crazed gleam. She easily pinned the boy. “Do you remember how it felt to be pinned like this?”
“…Yes,” Suoh said, his eyes beginning to narrow as he was sprawled on his back. The female may have been smaller than him, but she sure knew what she was doing.
“Yes? And what do you want to do to that lion?”
“…nothing…” a clawed paw swiped across his cheek, a small trickle of blood slowly beginning to ooze down it.
“Nothing?! Try that again,” the female growled.
“…hurt him…” his voice quivered.
“Hurt him until…?” She swiped a claw across his cheek again.
Suoh was beginning to get angry. Weusi was dominating him, in his mind, he was replaying the fight between him and Nafasi.
“Hurt him until…?” Weusi went to swipe at the male again, but he suddenly kicked his back feet right into her gut, successfully throwing her offguard.
“Hurt him until he lays dying in his own filthy blood!” Suoh snarled, his lip raising as he lunged for Weusi.
“Excellent,” Weusi smirked inwardly, snarling as she prepared to defend herself. ‘Now I can see who he truly is!’
A fight commenced. Suoh would get close enough to Weusi to manage to snag a few white hairs with his claws, but she was quick. He had to be quicker! A roar emitted from his throat, lunging at her with teeth bared. In his mind, Suoh was going after that white male lion. The female who had taken care of him for the past few weeks was gone currently.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:13 pm
 Jeraha let out a roar of his own, before charging forward without a second thought. He had been watching for quite some time, hiding himself within some tall, yellowing grass atop a small hill. It had been easy enough to keep himself concealed within the field, his bright eyes locked on the confrontation ahead of him. Though he had not come in at the start of things, it looked to him as though the male was trying to over come the feisty female. She was putting up a good effort, holding him off, but for Jeraha it just didn’t look like it was going to be enough.
There was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was males picking on females. It wasn’t that he thought them weaker or unable to protect themselves. It wasn’t that he thought they were always in need of some knight in shining fur. No, it ran deeper than that. Deeper than thought. It was simply a gut reaction to help any female he saw in trouble, no matter the cost.
If he had anyone to blame, it was his father.
He had spent his youth watching his mother get broken in spirit and body by his cruel father. She had never been able to smile, never able to get away. That was a female he had not been able to protect, and someone who ended up dying thanks to his lack of help. He’d been too weak then, but no more. Never again would he allow himself to watch a female suffer. A lesson he had tried to impart on his children, with varied levels of success. His paws were strong and his claws were sharp.
So, with that motivation always in his heart, he once again had acted on his impulse, putting aside the fact that he hadn’t heard anything the two had clearly been saying to one another as he raced down the side of the hill towards the fray.
The monstrous lion picked up a lot of speed going down the incline, even his massive frame looking almost as though it were flying just above the ground as he zoomed forward. If not for the bits of earth and grass his claws pulled up with every leap forward, the illusion would have been perfect.
Roaring again, he sprang directly into the middle of the fray, his large body heaving against the male’s in a strong shoulder check.
“Get your paws off of her!” he snarled viciously, muscles tensing as his black claws dug into the earth, bracing him for a counter of some kind. Seemingly empty green eyes remained pinned on the male, daring him to make a move.
This was what he had built himself for- helping. Even if he looked like a demon and someone to be feared, that was all he really wanted.
To help other animals when they needed it.
… without them making a fuss about it after. He really wasn’t good with praise.
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