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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 4:57 pm
Olaf roamed the borders carefully, making sure the pride was nice and safe. He didn't want anyone slipping in where they didn't belong, both for the pride's sake and the sake of the lion who slipped in. They would likely be ripped apart in such a strong, amazing pride.
Needed to make sure they didn't muck things up while venturing this way, that was for sure.
He sat himself down on a long, warm rock, looking up at the sky. Clear day. Beautiful. It was a lovely day for a fight, and all he needed to do was find one. No difficult ask, all things considered, but he was getting bored fighting the same lions.
There had to be new challengers out there somewhere, right?
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:00 pm
The painted girl was likely not what he was expecting when he was looking for a fight. She was smaller in height, but she was lean. She was more than she looked, but it took an actual battle to figure it out.
She smiled as her paws touched the stones. She was here, she knew she was. She would have to keep her aquaintances with the Pirates to herself. She had a brother there, whom she loved, but.. She needed more action and this was her thing. She still felt that she was betraying her family, but there came a time in all lions lives where they had to decide what they wanted to do.
This was her choice.
She stood tall, as short as she was, and carried herself with pride. She didn't much act like a rogue. She had far too much confidence than was common for a wandering nobody.
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Cajanic rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 3, 2, 2
Total: 13 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:24 pm
Olaf spotted the female heading the way of the pride, growling lowly. Most males probably had some kind of pride thing about fighting ladies, but not Olaf: he knew they were tough cookies who couldn't be looked down on, or trusted. Especially trusted.
Lest they rip out hearts.
Leaping from his rock, he quickly ran to head her off, standing tall before her as a smile danced across his handsome features. Finally, he was going to get a fight! He was going to enjoy it, too. Any time he got to go against a female was a good day for him, when the odds were even and he wasn't some kind of bully in the situation.
He snarled at her, planting his feet firmly. "Stand and fight, or get the hell out of here," he roared challengingly. This was his pride- he'd make sure they had SOME right to be there.
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Buffy_the_Bloody rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 2, 3, 4
Total: 13 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:25 pm
She knew her arrival would not go undetected. However she hadn't expected such a quick response. She had barely even tread a paw over their lands. Though she supposed that's what made a pride strong. Having eyes everywhere. She could have easily been an antagonist. Though.. he almost made it seem like she indeed was already.
"I will not go. So if fighting you is what I must do, then fight you I shall." She said. It took her a moment, she didn't attack immediately. However once she was sure of herself she lunged at him, a paw flying out towards his cheek.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:39 pm
His plan had been to stand there and let her swipe at his face, to show how tough he was when the blow bounced off him like a cub's. There was nothing more impressive than a male who knew how to take a hit. Unfortunately, he hadn't taken into account that her attack might actually be pretty damn strong.
So taking the hit was less cool, and more TERRIBLY painful.
He stumbled, shocked, and needed a moment to blink the colors away from his eyes. So she had some good power behind her paws- he was impressed. "For such a little thing, you've got some power!" He laughed, shaking his head before charging at her, claws ready to knock her off her feet.
He could feel his mood improving- this was what he had been waiting all day for. And it seemed like she was actually a worthy opponent, too. How very nice.
But he wasn't going to go easy on her.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:44 pm
She smiled at his observation, a gleam in her eye. She was doing what she was meant to do. Standing strong before a male much bigger than herself.. and she was ready to do battle with him. Things like that wouldn't have been needed where she was from.
"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover." She lectured, though she tried to jump out of the way of his charge. The last thing she wanted was him actually being able to break her by colliding with her.
She was not quick enough though, and she felt the wind knocked out of her as he managed to knock her off her paws for a moment. She growled, and once she stood back up she was back in attack mode. Her paws flying down over his face, and trying to wrap around his neck in an attempt to get a grip with her fangs.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:06 pm
"Ha! Never been one for reading," Olaf huffed back proudly, as though not being very educated was some kind of an honor. For him it was. A lion who had devoted his entire life to fighting.
It wasn't like he needed to look at anything too deeply: he was fine with judging things by their cover. Too deep, and the hurt started. Poor scorned Olaf.
Olaf moved under her attack, going for her belly. He didn't care where her fangs and claws ended up: he had his line of attack and he was going to see it through. As she moved in, he moved under her, his claws swiping at her exposed stomach to do some damage. It wasn't like he was trying to kill her, but there were some frustrations he wanted to get out.
And she was as good as any other to use as a tool for venting his frustrations.
Any other female, of course.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:12 pm
She had expected to grab him and she was right. Her teeth grabbed hold of his shoulder. She bit just hard enough to draw blood, but she didn't want to do any serious damage. This was not that type of fight. Any other time, she would hve been glad for it.
She felt him digging at her belly, and so jumped away from his claws, swiping at his face in an attempt to keep him distracted. She got a few good blows with her fists in, but only once or twice did her claws get where she wanted them.
"You might as well face it. I am going to win." She said, not really taunting but fully believing it herself. She just wanted this to be her home, and losing was simply not option.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:45 pm
"HA! You're a fool if you think you're going to win, just cause you got some baby blows on me!" Olaf taunted back, also one to believe in his own strength. To a fault, some might say.
"You're going to have to do a lot better if you want to best me: I'm not even breaking a sweat."
Alright, maybe he was being a little cheeky- she was putting up a good fight, even if he wasn't ready to give up just yet. Her attacks were stronger than he would have thought, and he gave her credit for her spunk. If he didn't pick up his game a little, she might actually beat him.
Well, maybe he wouldn't go THAT far: but he did need to get a bit more serious. He charged forward, letting out an impressive growl as he attacked again. His footing, however, wasn't the best, and he ended up slipping halfway through his attack.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:52 pm
This was it. She had managed to get him to charge her again, and the only thing she knew to do was charge towards him. A game of chicken at it's finest, only she was prepared for the collision. At least, she was prepared to baffle him long enough to take him down. Though it didn't quite work.
With her head lowered, and charging right at him, she hadn't realized they were both doing the exact same thing. Not looking at each other, but just ready for impact.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:02 pm
Trying to regain his footing, Olaf wasn't paying attention to his charge, assuming he would just plow into her like a wrecking ball and that would be it. However, their skulls ended up connecting with one another, neither one lacking in force.
He saw spots in his eyes almost immediately, his head snapping back after the impact. With a yowl, he toppled over backwards, darkness taking over where the blotches of color had once been.
To think, they had actually managed to slam heads into one another, like two goats fighting on a mountainside, minus the really thick skulls needed to soften the impact.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:04 pm
Their heads collided, and she swore she saw stars in the daytime. She cried out, and the sound of skulls connecting was heard. She closed her eyes, and drifted into the darkness.
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