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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:51 pm
Life as Asyria knew it, had been fairly uneventful as of late and this was exactly how she liked it. She wasn't a hermit (as some were inclined to believe), but she did appreciate her own company and generally preferred to be left to her own devices. She had her own home, she had 'decorated' it accordingly and she was comfortable in how it looked and felt. Between the den and the 'garden', she had made staggering improvements that gave her a little piece of heaven amongst the rabble of the roguelands.
Nevertheless, there were occasions when said 'rabble' did happen to step over the threshold. It wasn't their fault in many cases, they were simply passing through, but every now and again there were those who sought to cause deliberate harm. If there was one thing this particular lioness hated, it happened to be vandalism and in an act of retaliation, she had consulted with a number of the critters within the roguelands to set up some rather vicious little traps.
...Meerkats could be deliciously malicious when given absolute freedom.
Fortunately for the black lioness, it appeared that this morning was to be no exception to the others and she after a fitting meal the previous day, she could afford to laze about for a while. Consequently she had chosen to lounge upon her favourite perch, a small outcropping that oversaw both her den and garden...and this was where she intended to remain for the rest of today. Well, it was where she intended to stay provided that no one elected to ruin the afternoon for her!
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:05 pm
Damn Firekin...what did they know about war and battles. He was better then ALL of them at battling. He struck one of his sharpened sticks into the ground angry with rage. It almost went completely into the ground with just the top barely jutting out from sand below. He tried to tug it out to add it back to the weapons on his legs but nothing moved.
"FINE JUST STAY IN THERE SEE WHAT I CARE." He stomped at it with a dark paw and buried it so deep in sand he couldn't see it any longer. He relaxed slightly- out of sight out of mind. But that still didn't calm his rage from being rejected from a FIGHTING pride. He would have been the damn KING had they even given him half a chance to prove himself in a duel.
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Sweemos just padded quietly behind Arosmth. It was in his best interest not to get in his way when he was in these kind of moods; unless of course he wanted a stick in his side. 'No' He shook his head- he had one too many holes in him already he didn't need another. He frowned and chirped up braving the pain that was probably going to be thrust into him.
"Sir. You are better then that pride...you should just make your own." He quickly bit his tongue and recoiled back. But where he expected pain, Arosmth resounded with a triumphant "YES MY OWN PRIDE! This is why I keep you around SWEEMOS! YOUR BRILLIANT."
The wild dog just sighed. 'Oh crap what HAD he started?'
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:31 pm
Any opportunity to have a quite afternoon quickly dissipated with the roar that Arosmith released. For want of a better word, he appeared to be in some sort of a tissy and after some moments, his outburst turned into a complete hissyfit. From her perch, a reasonable distance away from the offending male, Asyria watched with mild curiosity and had initially assumed that the male and his companion were simply passing by. Of course this was not to last, and the moment in which he stabbed his thing into the soil and then proceeded to stomp it down further, was a turning point for the lioness.
...She had just fixed that part of the garden after the preybeasts wandered through it. If there was one way to tick her off, it was to cause unnecessary damage. She was fairly certain her garden and she hadn't done a damned thing to him - or at least she hadn't done anything yet, she might reconsider in due course.
"I suggest you take that out," she warned, raising her voice to be heard across the gap between the pair. "I'll give you until the count of ten, and if you haven't, I'll dig it out and shove it up your a**," she ordered, lifting her head and fixing a largely unimpressed stare upon the male. Suffice to say that unlike Sweemos, she wasn't going to pander to Arosmith anytime soon!
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:55 pm
Sweemos was the first to notice the lioness up ahead. Where Arosmth had ZERO respect for them Sweemos knew better. He cautiously padded to the spot where his friend had stuck his stick and began to dig it out quick as he could. He then grasped it in his mouth with a weak smile. "He umm...means no harm. We are sorry ma'am." He chirped out between the bits of wood and sand in his jaws. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arosmth was not pleased in the least bit and took two of his toes and quickly ripped it out of the dogs mouth leaving it bloody on the inside. He then thoughtlessness jammed it back into the earth followed by another one he haphazardly put into another patch in her garden. Instead however he proceeded to bury it with his rump and tail until it too jutted out from the ground like the other. "And what are YOU going to do about it...FEMALE?" Then in the most annoying prance he could continued over all the plants that she had seemed to be tending too until they had become a soft pulp. "Is that better now Sweemos?" The wild dog just stood there frozen, his mouth hurt from the splinters and the female looked like she was about to shoot daggers out of her eyes. "I SAID...SWEEMOS...IS THAT BETTER?" The dog jumped backwards a few inches, then looked to the female with 'please don't kill me eyes' and nodded in agreement with the lion who was going to get them both killed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:10 pm
She gave a dramatic sigh and then silence descended upon the garden for a short while as she regarded the damage he had done. The plants were more sturdy than they looked, and while their tops were battered, she could prune them back to give them a fighting chance to recover. However, his deliberate attempts at provocation did give her cause for annoyance and it was with her lips pursed into a thin line that she regarded both stakes as though they were rotting corpses. Ooooh, but this was the sort of creature that her father had utterly despised, and consequently, she did too.
No manners.
No consideration.
Just blatant disregard.
"Hmph," she replied, and with that, pushed herself to all fours and gave a rather slow stretch. She had no intention of rushing towards him, particularly when she knew of small traps that lay here and there that she could trigger if necessary. It was only after she was comfortably and the stiffness had disappeared from her neck that she slipped down from her perch and strode towards him, her lips still pursed subtly as she came to a halt and regarded each of the stakes in turn. Another pause and then she promptly punched her paw into the tossled dirt, swiping one of the stakes out with much more ease than the dog had previously. It would have been a clear indication that she was familiar with how to tend to the land.
"I am fairly sure you heard me," she replied smoothly and flicked the stave into the air. She swept her tail around and coiled it around the stave as it fell back to earth, before approaching the second to inspect it. "But if you don't take this out of my garden, I can and will shove it up your backside."
"However, if you want to be completely moronic then I am more than willing to do more than turn you into a compromised and subservient eunuch. In short, I'll put the next one somewhere even more painful," she stated bluntly, her attention still focused on the lion as the canine seemed to be significantly more submissive.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:40 pm
He grew all the more frustrated as she tossed his weapon about like it was nothing. THIS is why he hated females, they never had respect for a males stick; and boy did he have a big one that he wanted to stick into her. "YOU-" He called out to her and sashayed forward. "ARE FEMALE- this means YOU will respect and bow down to my every whim." He was now within paw step of her and pushed his head close enough that he was nose to nose. He gave a confident snort like a bull in her face and laughed. "Do you really think a pretty little thing like you have a chance against US?" He continued to breathe heavily in her face. "I will rip you to pieces...impale you...then rip you to pieces again." He repeated liking the sound of the word 'pieces'. "PIECES I SAY PIECES." He threw back his head exposing his neck with his manic laughter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sweemos did nothing just continued to stand there. He didn't want any part of this and didn't like the term 'Us'. Great now HE was involved in this. Fat bit of luck he had in life- why couldn't he have been born in a pride of normal lions. Instead he got captain deathwish. "Sir..." He chirped out seeing Arosmth lift up his head and expose his neck. "Sir...that's not a good idea." But he knew it was too late. Arosmth had gone beyond thinking- ah well at least if he died maybe the new female would want a friend to tend to her garden. He liked gardens, he just hoped that she didn't take the 'us' to seriously.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:56 pm
Asyria had been blessed with the same poker-face as her father and remained completely unmoved by Arosmith's declarations. At the very most, her brow tweaked ever so slightly as he attempted to place her in a subservient position. Given her own preferences this was never going to happen, nor would she be backed into a corner on her own turf. She flicked her gaze briefly towards the pup nearby and concluded that he was apprehensive, even wary, at his companion's use of the word 'us'.
...Well, at least one of them was sensible.
It was as he roared with laughter that she made her move, flicking the stake in her tail up into the air once more. As it soared forward in an arc, she reared up, bounced and then promptly placed the weight of both forepaws onto the top. With her weight and the force of gravity upon it, it much harder and quickly than it had done - landing squarely on his left forepaw. Sharpened with his own, tender and loving care, Arosmith should have known exactly what the damage of his own stakes would be.
With one stake deposited in the 'correct' place, Asyria swiftly moved away from Arosmith's immediate range i.e. his mouth and swept towards the remaining stake. She hadn't decided where to put this one yet, but it was tempting to go with the other forepaw just to even things up.
"Congratulations, you have the inate ability to state the obvious in terms of simplistic observations. You are now on par with a cub in terms of cognitive development," she remarked cooly and peered at the remaining stake, carefully considering how best to remove it from the soil. "Now - if you would learn your place, you may rank up to a juvenile and that would be an achievement and a half," she pointed out mildly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:12 pm
Arosmth stopped thinking about funny words, the only thing that was going threw his mind was pain and rage. He looked down to his paw with red hot tears streaming down his maw. That really hurt, not just a little- but a ******** lot. He lifted his head and yowled out a painful groan. Oh that b***h was going to die. His brow furled dangerously as he ripped the stick out carelessly. A doctor would have told him it was unwise to remove it from a cracked bone, but he didn't care. He wanted revenge. Arosmth moved himself forward with the steak in his lips. His blood dripping from the end of it onto the soil below. He grinned around the wood. "Your going to die...I swear it..." He lifted up the damaged paw to move it forward and 'CRACK' the bone gave out on that side. He dropped forward the stick bouncing a few paces away from him and then rolling and stopping at the lionesses toes. "Oh don't think you've won that easy." He hobbled himself onto his good leg and lifted up the other grabbing a fresh weapon from his leg. He would win this...nothing was going to stop him...not a damn thing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was at this point Sweemos took it into his own paws to scoot away from the situation. As fast as he could he turned tail and ran behind a rock in the far distance. Arosmth was to enraged to see him leave; and most likely he would lose the battle and wouldn't notice him coming back to save his a**; if he lived anyway. Not that the wild dog was betting on it. The female by all means had the better odds.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:22 pm
This guy was mad, and by 'mad', she meant the genuine kind. She didn't use it in a manner that some would term endearing. By definition, there was something fundamentally wrong with the male in front of her and she couldn't figure out exactly why. Either he'd been born this way, was influenced by a passing deity or he'd eaten something that had made him this way. Whatever the case might have been, he didn't take kindly to a female putting her money where her mouth was apparently.
"It's just a flesh wound, right?" she enquired drily, observing the male as he hobbled towards her. She was fairly certain that he wasn't going to be able to cause as much damage to her with the weapon as she had to him. This wasn't to say that he couldn't hurt her, he definitely could and had plenty of weapons at his disposal to do so... she just suspected that being stabbed wasn't going to be the way he killed her. Truth be told, if she were to put money on it, she'd reckon that 'death by biting' was more likely.
Nevertheless it was for this reason that she took a few steps away from the lion to force him to continue hobbling after her. Provided she kept her distance, he would never be able to lunge properly and she would, in theory, be safe. Of course, if she was given a chance she would leap in to acquire the remaining stake from the ground but now wasn't the right moment. She was going to have to wait this one out because eventually, he was bound to crack (if you would excuse the pun), from his injuries.
...Right?
A tiny part of her wasn't so sure.
"You sure you wanna go through with this, mate? Would be a damn sight easier if you just said sorry for being a d**k," she pointed out loftily and raised a brow. "Because I don't reckon you'll be able to stab me hard enough with that feeble paw of yours to make a gamble worth it, so to speak..."
That being said, she wasn't foolish and knew that anything could happen. It was better for her to keep on her toes, just in case he did have any tricks up his sleeve.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:29 pm
He grinned as she moved back 'Perfect'. He cooed in his mind. She was at the spot he wanted her to be at. She should have placed the stick in his neck while she had the chance. Sure he couldn't 'run' at her with the busted foot. But only an idiot would train in one art of a single weapon; and his legs weren't lined to the brim with sticks for nothing. He craned his neck back and began to throw as many as he could grab into the air at one time. Granted he wished he had his forth leg to balance on; but his aim was still pretty good for somebody with a broken knuckle. "You!" "Are!" "Going!" "To!" "DIE!" He screamed out in between each stick. Sweemos could almost swear he saw the lions eye twitch once or twice from the distance he was at.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:05 pm
"Oh s**t," she muttered and promptly bounded out of the way. This wasn't to say that he didn't manage to hit her though, and despite his lame paw his aim was enough to graze her across the shoulder and flank as she ducked out of his radius. Suffice to say that the cuts, both light and deep would sting tomorrow, especially when the adrenaline faded, but for now she couldn't afford to pause. To pause would be a death sentence and that was something she couldn't permit - her father would be furious with her. Knowing her luck, he would even find a way to drag her back from the dead to discipline her.
No, she had to stick to his rules. She had to survive.
Thus, it was with these thoughts in her mind that she bounded off to the left to ensure that he would have to twist rather uncomfortably to follow her, and then swept round behind him. She couldn't guarantee success, but she would leave him confused as to which direction she intended to stand in at the very least! Of course, she also had one other thing to do and that was to retrieve at least one more of those stakes - by now the one in the soil was out of her immediate range - no, she was going to have to grab one of the ones he had thrown at her.
"Time it right, Asyria, and you won't die this afternoon," she mumbled to herself, sweeping back round behind the male before making a dash towards the now fallen stakes. She didn't linger though, it was just enough to time to pick one of them up in her mouth before she was on the move again...
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