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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:26 am
(( This RP takes place after Hakan has returned from visiting Nyek's Pride. ))
Why he was here again was anyone's guess but there was a look of pure malice on Hakan's face. He was getting frustrated for reasons even unknown to him and to be quite honest he was looking for a fight.
Just as he had when he'd attacked Mbaya.
Just as he had when he'd faced Mchele.
Just as he had when he'd faced Phib.
His muscular form slipped silently through the shadows which were lengthening as afternoon turned into evening. Above him stars twinkled from behind the sheath of pale cloud and where once the land had been hot there was now a cool temperature that made travelling comfortable.
He wanted a fight, he wanted to grow stronger and to do that he needed to practise and whom better to practise on than some slobbering, mangy hyena?
So he moved amongst the bones as quiet as a shadow, his face against the wind so that only those who approached from behind would smell him. The light picked out the glimmer of teeth in his malicious smile and his nostrils flared as he scented the air. It was vile.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:31 am
The female was treading softly on the dark ground, her ears swivelling to identify every noise. Until she stopped in her tracks, having heard muffled pawsteps and a familiar scent crossed her nose. A smirk crept onto her maw, as she stayed silent and moved towards Hakan. Her chocolate dipped tail moved about to accompany her voice, flickering with hidden anger.
It was perhaps this she feared, but as a cub she had been warned by Hakan that one day he would become stronger than her. It was only natural of course, but Mbaya wanted to prevent such from happening, only she hadn't fought in a while and from the last time the pair had met it was obvious Hakan was receiving some kind of training. She thought carefully. From a god?! Oh yes now she remembered.
Still no trace of worry nor anxiety crossed her beautiful face, she simply stared straight at him, smirking, enough to drive any animal wild with irritation. "Hello Warrior."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:40 am
Even in the shadows his black form was easy to pick out against the dusty-white bone fragments that littered the area and his eyes locked onto her at the same time she noticed him.
Her tone excited and annoyed him at the same time and yet he was indeed pleased to see her - though perhaps not for the most pleasant of reasons. That little Pridelander may have been strong but she had still ebaten on his sister and made a mockery of him and his brother when they were younger.
Yet whilst there was hatred there something else lingered. A calm respect for the way she held herself. She was malice, she was revenge, she was hatred, she was huntress of lions.
Whilst others would have hated her for these traits they did nothing but draw Hakan in. He almost adored her for those strengths. He saw in her a worthy adversary, a competitor who could perhaps come close to matching him in a fight. The same age and what he now lacked a little in speed she could match.
He trembled with sheer anticipation.
If there was to be a fight there would be blood, rivers of blood to stain this unholy ground.
He snarled, his whisker's flinching forwards as he hissed, stepping forwards in such a manner that one paw purposely crushed an already broken skull beneath it.
"Well if it isn't little miss Pridelander come out to stroll in the field of bones. Have you made friends with the local residents perhaps?" He gave a bark of laughter but was secretly glad that she had been there the day he had been attacked by hyenas.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:12 am
She had to admit that whilst she despised Hakan in some way, she also respected him, though she wouldn't admit it. Eyeing his body she noticed the muscles ripple under his pelt as he moved. He was brute strength, typically exeeding the strenght of even a strong female. Though she could match his skill, and due to his size she knew she'd be that little bit faster.
A snarl formed on her face, twisting her features with hatred.
"Pridelander?" She spat, her eyes narrowed. "Pridelander by blood, rogue by choice." Her tail flicked. No, she had to be patience. Her temper wasn't usually bad and she wasn't going to ruin her composure by jumping at Hakans throat.
That would be a rather foolish move. "You're not referring to the local residents who almost killed you?" She laughed, a cold bitter laugh that echoed about the graveyard.
She took a step foward, hazel gaze darkening.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:35 am
He flinched and moved forward again, the crunch of broken bone shards enhancing his next step. "You'll always be a Pridelander no matter where you go. But atleast you show some backbone." His teeth snapped together and for a moment it looked like he might say more.
"Though I must say you've grown a lot since we first met. You're not that little cub anymore...no." His eyes followed the line of her back almost greedily.
"Hyenas could never beat me now. My strength is far superior to a whole pack of those skinny, scaveners." He bared his teeth and flattened his ears. "Perhaps you'd like to see just how much I've improved?"
He unsheathed his claws, flexing them slowly as he moved closer still. "We're not cubs anymore. We're rogues, we're allies and yet we're enemies too."
He shivered with anticipation. "We always knew this day would come, didn't we princess. Well now it's here and it's time to see who is the stronger."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:05 am
Backbone. Hakan was right, she would always be a Pridelander. She supressed a shudder and glared back in his direction.
"Yes, I have grown." She agreed. "So has my skill, although I have no doubt your fighting skils have improved and you're certainly no cub yourself." Her sly voice was followed by a smirk, her hazel eyes narrowed.
See how much he'd improved? She was exicted. Stepping foward onto the bones she unsheathed her own claws, voice silky smooth but taking on a dangerous tone. "I'd love to."
"Okay then, show me what the dark warrior can really do." She spat.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 6:34 am
"Oh yes, the God has done his job well. You will be begging for mercy before I am done."
He wanted to feel hot blood under his claws and as he moved to cirlce round here, the strange dance of both love and hate began.
He loathed her as much as he loved her and visualising her screaming in pain brought him much excitement. There would be no greater feeling than claiming her as his own and by the greedy look in her eyes she too wanted to be claimed.
A voice at the back of his mind reminded him briefly of Kizuka, and her beautiful face flashed before his eyes. Yet despite the fact he was deeply in love with Kizuka, half of his heart also belonged to Mbaya.
You hurt the ones you love, it is said, and so it would be with her.
He wanted to hurt her for making him be unfaithful to that white and pink lioness. "Let's finish what we started as cubs." He snapped, bristling as he charged for her. He kicked off from the ground, his paws leaving the ground as he soared towards her. She could dodge if she wished, attack him head on, he didn't care.
He wanted to recieve pain as well as give it.
Could Hakan be a masochist?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:22 am
"Begging for mercy?" She almost laughed again. "Hakan you know I do not beg..." She spat. Mbaya moved closed, looking into both of his blue eyes she could see a hunger, exictment. And her eyes mirrored those emotions too..
Her muscular but slender form kept moving, dancing from side to side until she finally reclined, ready to pounce. Her malicious voice echoed as it rose. "Yes. This needs to be finished."
Exictement was pounding throughout her body, she always got such an adrenalin rush from fighting. As he leapt up, she did too, the pair meeting in midair.
Mbaya twisted her body, but felt Hakans iron grip slice through her flesh. Lashing out she aimed her claws at the left part of his chest. Right where his heart should be. The wound if any would only scratch the surface but it was the only place she could think of aiming.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:32 am
They clashed together, their bodies tangling in a flurry of rage and excitement. This was not a regular fight, this was play fighting to a much higher degree. Every drop of blood that was drawn was drawn by something more than the need to hurt.
He felt hot crimson liquid under his claws and his heart skipped a beat. This was their deathly dance of love, this was how two warriors could truly express themselves.
She struck out at him and hit true, the claws scraping through fur to scratch the surface of his skin below. The air filled with his growling snarl as he tried to force her to roll over so that he could pin her to the ground and go for her throat, his muscular forearms reaching to try and coil around her neck in the attempt.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:36 am
Her hazel eyes seemed to be blazing, and her head pounding. This was something different. It wasn't fuelled by hatred, it was fuelled by passion, lust, and perhaps something more.
As he tried to push her over, she pushed all these thoughts to the back of her head, but the emotions were still present in her eyes, that were never so deep.
She was pushed to the floor and tried to move under his muscular form, feeling his paws about her neck, she squirmed, paws lashing out wildly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:42 am
"Victory smells so sweet." He whispered in her ear as he wrestled to keep her in his grasp. His forearms were wrapped as tightly as possible around her neck, the gesture almost loving if it hadn't been so forced and intimidating.
The excitement in his stomach coiled and uncoiled like a poisonous serpent and somewhere deep inside of him he knew he lusted over this lioness. To tame her wildness, to make her his own, it was something that sent his heart racing in his chest.
This love he felt for her was different from the love he felt for Kizuka.
Kizuka was soft, calm and tranquil but Mbaya was wild, passion and strength. It were these traits that stirred the feeling within him and these thoughts that fuelled him.
He released a taunting purr and moved to rub his face against the curve of her neck, licking the golden fur there. Every action was taunting, meant to stir Mbaya into a frenzy. He wanted to see the determination, th anger in her beautifully expressive eyes.
"You want me, don't you?" He purred, choosing to loosen his grip then. He'd let her hurt him, let her want him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:49 am
If Mbaya had been a lioness that was easily persuaded she would have fallen into Hakans arms before this moment. But as he kept her in his strong grasp she felt the need to be beaten. The need to have someone stronger than her. No.. She shook her head. Why was she suddenly experiencing these strange glimpses of emotions she'd never felt before?
"This is not victory!" She was frustrated, and tried to move again, but this time she felt Hakans soft touch on her neck and her growling faltered. For one moment she looked straight into his eyes, determination coupled with denial, both emotions so vivid in her hazel eyes.
She was not weak, she would not be taunted.
As he loosened his grip she slid from underneath him, turning to face him, her expression wild. "No." She lied.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:56 am
She slipepd away from him with surprising ease, once again making Hakan feel admiration from the feamle. Everything she had learned she had learned herself. It was something quite impressive considering.
He wondered briefly how strong she could become if she met with Mrost and became a follower.
However he could not let himself dwell on things when there was a job to be done. He had put an end to that growling but it would start up again and by the looks of it she had already recovered from his teasing.
"Oh really?" He grinned, "well Mbaya, I want you to be mine, to belong to me. How does that sound?" He was trying to encourage her to attack him, to invoke an anger within her. "To be my female for all eternity. What an honour that would be."
So far not many wounds had been inflicted, except for the scratch on his chest and the small claw punctures on her own form from the initial clash.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:01 am
It felt like something was squirming in the pit of her stomach. So this is what exictement did to her...
She turned around in one agile move, facing Hakan, eyes narrowed. "I do not belong to anyone. And I will not be captured." She ran foward with a snarl, throwing herself onto his back, and her deadly jaws aimed at his back.
Mbaya was so deeply in denial that she refused to even think about what he was saying. The truth is she wanted him, as much as she hated him she was falling for this warrior.
Or maybe she'd already fallen.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:06 am
He flinched but he did not move.
He could feel the hot trickle of blodo as it swept crimson rivers across his shoulder blades and done his sides. Her teeth tore into the fur, into the skin and into the strong muscle.
The pain sent jolts of sheer excitement through him and the strange heat that gathered at each wound her teeth made was something quite strange. He wanted her to hurt him, to sink her teeth into him, he wanted to feel pain, to bare scars that her lovingly sharp claws had carved out.
He turned his head to try and snap his jaws at her face and then he let himself tip onto his side so that she lay sprawled over him. It was a dangerous position for himself to be in that was for sure, but it was something else too...
"Oh but Mbaya," he spoke, his voice hoarse as the pain began to lance through him. "Do you think you can stop me from claiming you?"
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