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 Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 11:24 am
He was injured, and he cursed himself for that, that old fool had ripped him open good time and he'd barely even noticed in the rush. A trail of blood had followed him through the jungle. He had however begrudgingly crossed the river and was finally laying at the edge of the jungle, the pale sands that led to his oasis spreading out before him. He wasn't going yet though. No, that would be a fools errand, to go to his oasis where there were lions whom were slowly becoming strong and ambitious. That youngster Moses especially. He was slowly starting to misstrust the youngster, despite him being loyal. He couldn't help it, the life of a dictator had made him fear his rivals.
The dismembered appendage of the lord he had killed lay not too far away from where he rested, nursing his wounds. He felt weak and tired, he had lost quite alot of blood. The salmon tinted lord cursed the world, his lips turning in a snarl as he nursed his own wounds, the old timer had certainly made a mess, one of those dirty old claws must have torn an artery or something. Shifting uncomfortably, the golden eyed king of the oasis let his chin fall slowly to his paws. He would need sleep and to eat, he was powerless almost.
Letting his golden eyes droop he fell in to a fitful pained sleep, one back leg stretched out in an odd manner. How strange that a lion so old could do so much damage. Damn them all. It would be days, maybe even weeks before he could return to his oasis! A small growl rolled over his lips as he finally let sleep engulf him. Damn that old lion.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 11:40 am
A red form, like a bloody shadow, slipped through the under growth on silent paws. Ruby eyes gleamed in the darkness, no detail lost to them.
It had been a rough last few days, tracking down her father's killer. It would have been almost impossible to follow him this far if he hadn't been laying down a trail a cub could follow. All that blood... it raised that hackles on the back of her neck and urged her to greater speeds. Surely he must be weakening with so much bloodloss and travel. Even as injured as he was, Mufasa was no lion to trifle with.
Neither was his daughter, Kiuma. A hard little smile pulled at her muzzle as she paused in the brush, raising her nose to scent the air. Her hunting skills had really come in handy when he'd crossed that river. The water had washed away all scent of him, and it was nearly by accident that she'd come acrossed his tracks on the other side.
The red lioness dropped her head and pressed forwad, one ear flicking back to catch any sounds of another behind her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 2:07 pm
He slept silently for once, his pale form almost glowing in the dim light which filtered from above. The trees sheltered his form. He dozed fitfully, though he was deeply resting. Usually, as with any king of ambition, he spelt with one eye open, but not today. His wounds caused him to fall in to an almost unwakable slumbre.
It wasn't infact until Kiuma was almost upon him that he woke with a dazed start and shifted uncomfortably. "Afu?" In his groggy rather weak state, he swore for a moment that the dark vixen, his first and only queen was before him, beautiful, sleek, dangerous Afu. He licked his blood tainted lips, Mufasas blood long gone from his mouth his own irony blood soacked upon his tongue and teeth.
Shaking his dazed head he looked at the female dead on, clearing his blurry gaze, blinging away the slep which clouded his mind. "Who are you?" He growls softly, he was in no condition, nor mood to be around some random female whom creapt up on him. Shifting his weight, he slowly got to his foot paws. The ground where he had been laying stained with blood, the scent of it filling the area. He ocne again cursed the old lion quietly for leaving him in such a state. "Who are you?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, he had never seen this one before, she was certainly not one of his stock.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:08 am
 The red lioness smirked as she slunk out of the bushes, the light dancing over her blood-red fur. Oh, how delightful... the scent of blood was heavy in the air, almost overwhelming. Her father had torn him up good, and it only made her job easier. She brushed off his soft call of a strange name and paced forward to give him a better view of her.
"Mmm... who am I? Kiuma is my name, if you need to know." A smirk curled her maw as her slender tail flicked behind her, muscle rippling under her soft coat as she shifted from paw to paw. "Now, it would be polite if you returned the courtesy with your name."
Yes, this was the lion she'd been tracking. The smell of his blood confirmed it. Her eyes looked him over as she waited for his reply, noting his toughened condition and travel-hardened body. Not a bad specimen of lionhood... though he looked pretty poor right now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 11:32 am
Nyekundu shook his jet black mane from his eyes, he slowly looked over this lioness, his legs spread wide as he gained control of his legs. "I am Nyekundu, Lord Nyekundu king of the oasis." He raised a brow at this female, curious, her scent lifted his sences, her fur, he could smell, it, it smelt so strongly of dust, of health, of green grasses and far off places. She smelt of the pridelands. His smirk lifted further then and he sat ever so slowly, grooming his front paws.
"So, that old guy was worth tracking me all the way to the jungle for?" He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, his attempt at none challant, really wasn't working, he was sore and weak, his body aching from tiny cuts and bruises, the tear that had been bleeding, filled the air with the scent of his blood as the wound opened as he sat. What little gunge had built up over the tear breaking easily. He cursed inswardly that he had to face someone in this state. Nyekundu was anything but a coward.
"Kiuma, it is a pretty name, why are you here Kiuma?" A brow once again arched as he watched her, he couldn't help but admire her, that golden glint in those eyes would never fade until he died. He couldn't help but adore the female physique, even if it was one he hated. He returned to grooming his toes then, far from being afraid of the female, he almost considered it an honour she had tracked him, though he questioned why, who would care about one frail old fool. An old warrior was better dead than holding the army back.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 7:50 pm
King, was he? That put a little bit of a crimp in her plans, halting her slow circling of where he sat. She'd done it unconciously, stalking him as she would have any prey beast. Now her brain went into over-drive, quickly making and discarding plans. She would have her revenge... it would just take a little more work.
"Oh, a king... How delightful. I'm all a-flutter with the honor of meeting someone as esteemed as you..." Her smirk betrayed her sarcasm as she stood poised lightly on her paws, body statue still save for the flicking of her black-tipped tail. Seems her knew where she was from, too, and why she was here. Her homeland clung to her, despite all her travels and how she tried to hide it. It was in her bones, in every strand of fur on her body. Ah, well... it just decided her that he must not be allowed to contact any of this pride he claimed to rule. She must not risk anyone tracking her home and starting trouble between the prides. War would not be good for the Pridelands.
"You seem to already know why I am here... its about the little matter of the lion who beat you up so badly. He was rather important, you know. A king, even, much like yourself." She chuckled, but the sound held no amusement or warmth in it. "Funny that you should think my name a pretty one..."
Nothing could be left behind of him to point hunters in the direction of the Pridelands. Nothing to bring danger to her homeland... but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with him before she erased his very existance from this earth. Her smirk widened as she recalled the large antelope she'd once gotten her paws on, and what it had looked like when she was done with it...
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:10 am
His dark mane folded over his eyes as he struggled to his foot paws, he let a snarl turn his pale and salmon nose. "I am far from injured. Your old warrior did nout but scratch me." Hegrowled, it was far from the truth, the tear in his stomach had opened once again and blood now seeped down his inside legs, if he'd just had a chance to rest, this situation wouldn't have bothered him, but his head was groggy from lack of sleep and the slow leaking wounds which despite his showign off, were causing him pain and making him weaker. If only he could rest!
"You have clearly realised that I am much stronger than your old male, what was he your mate? I'm sure somone as pretty as you will find herself another male to dote upon. Return to your soft lands girl."He snapped, his shoulders tencing. He was actcually feeling threatened, this lioness was large, young, fit and he was in no state to start battling.
"Or perhaps that is why you are here hmm? Have you come to find yourself a suitable mate?" He chuckled, a low growl echoeing in his chest those golden eyes fixed steadily on the female, while he was simply taunting, or perhaps even teasing the deep red femme, he was not fool enough to let his guard down, even if he could feel his own legs trembling, not from fear, from exhaustion.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:58 pm
Kiuma smirked as her tail flicked back and forth in an almost mezmerizing way. Her red eyes glinted the color of blood, like that which ran down his legs. "Mmm... you certainly look like he did more than scratch you."
His next words nearly toppled her over as she broke out laughing, tossing her broad head as her fangs flashed. "Him, my mate? Surely you are not so foolish as that. You must have lived under a rock your whole life to not know the lion you killed was Mufasa, who's mate is the fair Sarabi. Fool." She shook her head as she padded a step closer, her body falling into a position she normal took when hutning, limbs gathered and head held low.
"I would never want such a sorry lion for a mate. Especially not one that had killed my father... I'm about to show you why he named me Kiuma, 'something that brings pain'..." The lioness chuckled, the sound rough and grating. "I saw what you did to him... and I plan on making you feel every wound you inflicted on that golden pelt."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 7:52 am
His pale ears flattened tightly against his head, those tiny pale tufts vanishing within the large dark mass of hair. He could not turn and run. He was far too prideful for that, though the hair between his shoulder blades stood on end, a shiver rolling down his spine. He couldn't help but hear the warning that Koka had given him. The shadowy female with the powers of the seer.
'I carry daughters but you will never see them.'
The words echoed in his mind, whispered of this future. There was so much left to do in this world, his world. he had always believed it to belong to him. That deep ambition running through his veins. The ambition his mother had hated his lovers had scorned. A smirk rose on his lips. He wasn't giving up. Far from it, he would fight this strong red female to his death. He even found it ultimately ironic that one of them must kill him. Those beasts he considered to be the weakest of things.
"Come then Kiuma, let us dance the dance your father and I faught. He was an old warrior, it was a battle worth fighting. His trophie lies yonder return it to your pridelands when you are finished." That said the pale male dove for Kiuma, he wasn't going out without a fight, without a final battle, without blood on his claws and ambition in his heart.
The future had been written for him, koka had said it, his ears were simply clogged with pride.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 10:33 am
Kiuma grinned like the head of death herself, muscles bunching and rippling with deadly intent. Ah, yes... finally, a fight worthy of herself. Her whole life had built up to this point, this moment in time, and it almost seemed to stand still as the rogue launched himself forward, suprising her that he had the strength to do so.
Adrenaline surged as she crouched, then launched herself towards him. Lips pulled back from her fangs and a harsh scream of rage and challenge broke from her throat. The grass would be red with blood by the time they were finished, and if she had her way, his mangled corpse would soon decorate the little copse of trees. He would match her father wound for wound, and more, if she could manage it... she's sworn it, branded it on her heart...
The lean, hard body met his larger one head on in a test of strength and ability. There would be only one creature in the world to know first hand what happened here tonight, whatever the outcome.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 7:30 am
The salmon streaked male was met with the ball of blood red fury, his fangs barred, snapping for the nearest peice of flesh. He was weak, exhausted but that rush of adrenaline, the fight rather than flee response which hammered in his veins and numbed his ears to words of sense, he had to fight to die.
His roar echoed through the trees as he felt bite after bite upon his pale hide, his own claws reaching searching for flesh to tear, to render from the sleek fit frame before him. He would not go out without a battle, he refused to go out without making noise. He could smell blood thick in the air, it's thick heady scent egging him on though his body swiftly weakened the tear on his inner thigh open and bleeding turning the ground around his paws to a pool of blood.
It was the taste of blood on his tongue that caused his claws to touch ground, caused his body to sit in a shivering heap. his own blood dripped from his maw to his lips, his tongue lapping out tasting the warm thick liquid that belonged to himself. He never thought he would taste that blood, others blood upon his tongue was a familiar matter to him, he thrived with the taste but this, this was something he had never imagined. He was dying and he knew it.
He would never see his last cubs born, he let out a swift rattling bloody cough then trying to stay upright was proving very difficult, his paws were vanishing int he grass in a blur of colour. "The world...should have been mine..." It was a final breath of a statement, a smug grin rolled over his lips as he waited his weakened bloody body barely holding itself upright, his golden eyes met with the eyes of his killer and he waited. It was his time to die, he had no strength left to fight but he would die a warriors death. He would stand, he would not run, he refused to run.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:18 am
Kiuma snarled as she lept back, blood dripping from her mouth and coating her cream-tipped paws. If she bore wounds, they were lost in her pelt, the color of blood and her fur so close as to be next to impossible to distinguish.
She spat out his blood with a hiss. "Your blood is vile, you rogue curr. It is an honor you do not deserve, to meet your death on the claws of a princess." Such irony for the male, though Kiuma would never know it. Killed by a female, of the royal blood he'd tried to attain for himself.
A cruel grin pulled at her face as she crouched for her last lunge, determined to take him down this time. "I shall give the world your regrets then, as I place paw on it, going where you never will again." She lept forward in hard, fast stike, aiming to seize his neck in her jaws. From there, she could hold the weakening body as she eviscerated it, dealing every blow her father had endured.
"Die, mongrel!" She roared.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 12:13 pm
He was far past hearing, the faint sound of thudding, the slow endless rythem of his heart as it slowly beat a close to his life. He didn't even feel the final blow, though he gave a cough anda a globule of blood rolled past his lips. An almost serene smile came to his lips as he heard his own heart beat stop, as with a final bloody choke his life ebbed away the pain gone thanks to his blood loss.
All he saw was light, light like that of when he was born, though the image of a red lioness imprinted itself upon his ocular membrains a final tribute. He had come in to the world at the paws of a red lioness and left it by the paws of one. Ironic that he considered them the weakest of their species.
Golden eyes closed as his body lay limp upon the grass, the air gone from his lungs, the heart dead in his chest, never again to harm another living thing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 10:37 am
Only when the great heart had ceased to beat, and after a long moment of waiting, did Kiuma release her strangle hold and rise.
Red eyes, hard with hate and anger, glanced over the bloody piece of meat that had been her opponent. For a long while, she just stood over it and panted, sucking in great gusts of air while her body trembled in exhaustion. Even injured, he had put up a fair amount of fight, pushing her to her limits to take him down. Inside her head, her mind whirled and circled, chaotic and unresting.
So many conflicting emotions... Rage, hate, sadness, despair, pride, victory, satisfaction, sadistic delight... It took another long moment before it finally sank in that, for the first time in her well-traveled, vast expirience, she'd killed another lion with her own claws and fangs, on purpose. It was a sobering thought... all her life, she had kept her activities strictly to non-lion animals, for the reason that lions were superior creatures. And now... she'd done what she'd never done before.
Blood dripped from her maw and congealed in her teeth, matting her coat to turn it a muddy brown color. She hurt all over... but her job was done. It was high time she got back to the Pridelands. Tanaka would be livid that she had left him alone with the cubs, leaving to hunt down the rogue without even telling him. The thought was a sobering one, but it couldn't dampen the feeling of satisfaction at her revenge. Time enough to worry on him when she got back.
Turning, she left the corpse where it had fallen, taking only those poor bits of her father that the rogue had stolen. They should rest with him in the royal grave, not out here with that filthy corpse. She didn't stick around, padding quickly back to where she came, with only the scent of blood to mark where she went.
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