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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:09 am
 Ataji stretched lazily, spine popping as he lay in the sun. Resting his large head on his paws, he resisted the urge to scratch the healing scabs on his forepaw - he'd injured himself sparring the other day by not dodging fast enough, and it had been an excellent manouvre by the young freeborn - he was sure to do well in the future, being able to injure a Captain that badly already...He smiled, remembering the fight, flexing his paw softly to try and allieviate the itch. He had been wading in the sea a little, so the saltwater would help it heal up - it did, but it also made it itch like crazy. Now, he was drying himself off, the sun warming him through gently as he lay upon the low rocks.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 12:33 am
“That’s a nasty looking injury you got there,” commented the handsome Olaf as he moved himself over to the lion lounging nearby. It wasn’t like he was familiar with the guy or anything, but why should he bother being formal? They were all from the same pride, and he wasn’t going to act like he was intimidated by any of the other pride members.
“Get a little carried away in a sparring match, or was it something more serious?” If someone else had been messing with one of the pride members, he’d like to know. So he could go rip their damn throat out.
Sitting himself down, he tilted his head slightly to one side, a non-aggressive look on his face as he waited to see just what kind of temperament this lion would produce.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:29 am
Ataji looked up, startled by the voice, lost as he was in introspection, playing over the fight in his head. He dipped his head in answer to the question, nodding and smiling cautiously at the other Stormborn. How....strange. Weren't...weren't you supposed to be more formal? Oh well, he could..do...informal. Maybe. Possibly. Okay no, he couldn't. but he could..try. Yes. Ommit the sirs.
"It was a good spar, indeed, especially for the youth who injured me. He will make a fine Reaver one day, if that is the path he chooses."
That was still a little formal...hm. Well, anyway.
"What brings you out here....I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. My name is Ataji, and you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 1:41 pm
Olaf, ever the more relaxed of the pride members, seemed unaware that he was doing something wrong, watching the male with a smile. He chuckled faintly, more to himself than at the other’s misfortune, before nodding along to the other’s comment. Well, if that didn’t beat all- a lucky hit from a young buck.
Something to be proud of, in that weird way where you don’t really want to be proud of it. Losing was not something Olaf enjoyed, but he knew what some battles meant to the pride and that was more important than anything. Seeing the younger generation blooming and becoming strong- that wasn’t something to snerk at.
“Olaf,” he replied was a nod of his head, offering if only a little bit of respect for his pride member. He knew it was something he needed to work on- being more formal.
But that seemed like such a hassle.
“Nice to meet ‘cha, Ataji. Anything I can do to help you with that injury? Sorry if it’s not really the pride way or… whatever. Guess I’m still learning the rules, even after so long.” Mostly because he was always too absorbed in his own stories to listen to others.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:08 am
Ataji knew exactly what he meant by the chuckle. Of course you never wanted to lose – that was part of you, your wins your losses and the way you clawed your way back up, but it had been…well, not a good loss, but perhaps a bittersweet one. You watched them grow with pride, chiding them and teaching them - and then when they surpassed you, you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy or sad about it…just..well, he didn’t have a word for it, really.
Ataji flexed his paw thoughtfully at the question. You know, he didn't know either. It wasn't really something he thought about. Still, it was a nice offer, if perhaps a little uncouth.
"The seawater is helping it heal, though I appreciate the offer. I confess I know not whether that is covered by pride etiquette."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 6:43 pm
“Well good,” laughed Olaf boisterously, “good to know I’m not the only one who is kind of a slacker when it comes to learning the rules around here.” He was sure he had probably done a million things wrong already, and he would likely do a million more things wrong in the days to come. It was natural for him to be a bit separated from the rules of his home, even if he loved the place with all his heart.
He would die for his pride, and he didn’t even know everything about it. How was that for blind loyalty?
Nothing would change his mind, either.
“So this kid, he didn’t actually beat ya, did he?” The thought of losing to someone younger than him rubbed him the wrong way- he certainly wouldn’t be as calm about as this lion, if he had indeed lost.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 5:37 pm
Ataji flicked his ears, displeasure rippling across his face. He knew the rules, it was just sometimes the small parts of etiquette that confused him. The displeasure gave way to a grin when the other asked the loss question, though. He hadn't lost lost. Psshaw, he was a CAPTAIN.
"
"We agreed if he landed a hit he won; so in that sense he was indeed the victor. If it had been a true spar he might have been disqualified for jumping around like a rabbit in glee afterwards. "
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:06 pm
“Haha, I hear ya. I’ve had a couple weird fights with some of the newbies,” Olaf laughed with a shake of his mane, “but I guess it’s to be expected, right? Coming from weird places, doing weird s**t they probably learned from where ever they come from. Makes for great stories, but I don’t know. Sometimes it doesn’t seem like real fighting.” He didn’t mind, though. A part of him liked that they had different fighting styles,
It was things to learn. Fun to be had.
“Well, can’t win ‘em all, right?”
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