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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:57 am
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Staggering, huffing, puffing, and bleeding all over the place, Hroovitnir was trying to make his way back to his den after losing a fight horribly. It was his first duel against a rogue trying to gain entrance to the pride, and he had had the misfortune of volunteering to go up against a god spawn, and the former heir to a pride of demons (though he did not know that, they had not gotten that chatty). His entire body felt broken, and his head was throbbing. When he had come to, the giant purple lion had been gone, having won his way into the pride. Well, good for him, Hroovitnir supposed. Phlegyas certainly earned it by kicking his a**. He would have to lie in wait for a few days (or maybe weeks) to avoid being found out by his siblings as a failure. Brynhildr would be especially insufferable.
He ducked into the little cave and threw his body down, sending dust and flecks of blood into the air. He groaned and sighed. He would deal with the mess later. He heard a shuffling at the back of his den, but he was too tired to move, too broken. Was he mistaken about this being his or was someone else wrong? He rolled over, maybe it was just a small creature having the luckiest day of its life that it wandered into the den of a lion, but one who could not even lift a paw to do anything about it. He squinted into the dark, and was horrified to find it was the form of a lion, and it was walking towards him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 1:18 pm
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Hroovitnir flinched when he head the voice, but he was flooded with relief. Oh. It was just Ukombozi. He forgot about his new roommate. Well, his thrall, rather. He flinched again when sniffed where it felt like Phlegyas tore a chunk out of his shoulders.
"Ukombozi, you are my thrall, you serve me and I protect you. You still haven't told me what you were doing laying about in the rogue lands. You are a very odd lioness, but please, I am not in the mood. Don't be rude." He growled at her and sighed, his pain constant and throbbing, but not as bad as if he was up and moving about.
"Now help me. Fetch some water and poultice. Be quick."
He felt horribly rude bossing her around like that, but she was his thrall… And if he was nice, she had already shown a propensity to not take him seriously and instead disrespect him. He really didn't need that kind of attitude right now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 1:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 1:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:01 pm
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