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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:36 am
 It had been a stupid mistake, but wasn't that what most accidents were? Irritated at herself she shifted her weight, wincing as even that slight movement made the throbbing in her ankle increase. One wrong step, one moment of inattention and she had gotten herself bit by a pretty common desert inhabitant. While not usually fatal, her leg would be swollen and burning hot for days, making her usually even temper as hot as the sun that blazed down around her meager shelter.
She had been on her way to the Bonelands outpost, taking over from one of the sentinels posted there. While not an actual sentinel, she was taking this opportunity to get first-hand experience on this new pride of allies. Not that she didn't trust them, but she wanted to see for herself who the were and how useful they would be if the nergui invaded. But she hadn't even reached the outpost, instead she had gotten herself bitten by an irritated legless lizard and had barely managed to find this sun-blasted tree to shelter under before her leg had grown too swollen to move.
Grumbling irritatedly under her breath she shifted again, stretching out on her side, ribs heaving with her hot panted breath.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:18 pm
Rior strode easily in the heat, his breath coming out in measured pants that were designed specifically to cool his overheated body. Thankfully his pelt was light and so the heat did not effect him as it might some others. His body rippled with muscles, his armour staying firmly in place.
Since Kapera, his sweet lady, had left his side - the life he wanted was not one that she desired - he had thrown himself into training. He was built for fighting and protecting, he realised. His father was a knight, it was only his blood for him to follow in his paw prints.
Rior shook his mane, shaking free the flies which clung to his body in the heat.
Out of the corner of his eye, Rior spotted a figure lying beneath one of the trees - though it could hardly be called a tree really - which caught his attention. Why on earth was someone lying underneath a tree that was barely shelter in this heat?
He changed his path, heading towards the tree. As he grew closer, he noticed the lack of mane, though she was certainly larger than he had seen females usually be.
"Greetings," he called out, his voice a deep rumble, when he grew close enough to be within hearing distance.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:31 pm
She had heard the pawsteps approaching long before the male came into view, since she was really quite loathed to life her head and thus, jar her leg which had only just started to ease off the pulsing pain. But she couldn't very well ignore him completely when he strode right up to her and spoke.. not only might he be a threat if he perceived her as vulnerable, but it was plain rude to ignore someone who tried to speak to you.
Finally she craned her head up and blinked into the blinding light, only belatedly realizing it was the whiteness of his coat that was blinding her so badly. Shifting onto her belly she squinted a little and finally made out the figure of the large white lion and what appeared to be defensive ornaments strapped to his head and legs.
A warrior then...
"Greetings." She rasped in return, licking her maw to wet her throat as best as she was able, really needing a drink but totally unwilling to move in order to find water. A large lioness even in her home pride, the firekin soldier sported enough scars under her blazing red fur to hint of her profession, and since she didn't seem worried by such a large male looming over her, the wounds clearly had not been received easily.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:39 pm
Rior's eyes were drawn immediately to the awkwardly positioned leg, taking in how she was not favouring it even while laying down. Her squinted eyes did not help her look in the perfect health either. Even her voice was raspy. What had this female done to herself, he wondered, scanning the rest of her form and coming across the scars that littered her body, faded beneath her pelt. She was either a real jerk, or she was a warrior.
Rior was thinking the warrior, as her body was too finely trained to be simply a jerk who picked fights.
"Do you need any assistance?" He asked calmly, no hint of reproach or pity in his voice. She didn't need a lecture, or him to fuss, she needed assistance - whether she realised it or not. "There is a small outcrop not far from here that collects and keeps water, despite the recent drought in the nearby areas." He glanced back over his shoulder. "If it would assist, I could fetch water and bring it back to you while you...recover." He doubted the female would like the term 'rest', which is essentially what she would have to do as there was little he could see to do for her leg itself.
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