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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 4:55 pm
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The large beast was indeed where he had last been found, lying in a heap of feathers and fur. The only thing different was the large snake that was coiled loosely around his horns, tucked partially in his mane, as if some sort of crown. There was also the subject of his arm, which had stained his leg crimson. If its slow healing bothered him, if the pain caused him irritation, it did not show.
Still, he appeared slightly more alert.
His spiked tail tip swished every now and then, and though lying he had his head held up. Nemanja heard the softest of movements, but didn't bother to turn or investigate. There really was no need. Any who crossed his path either lingered and rotted, or quickly grew bored (or aggravated, such as in Mittere's case) and left.
It was of no concern to him, either way.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:56 pm
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She was angry, she was threatening, she was . . . meh. His gaze never wavered, even as she appeared to take his words as a challenge. To battle. To fight. Nemanja'janan was usually too apathetic to actually move, to legitimately cross some foe.
But, on that same token, he wasn't weak. He wasn't defenseless. And he certainly wasn't easy prey. He was the god of Apathy, yes, but that did mean he was Apathy Incarnate. He had enough life in him to keep living, and had enough care to actually be considerate (sometimes) of those he crossed.
He had enough care for his friend, Veri, to keep an eye out on her snake. He had enough care to know that, very soon, it would be wise for him to move away from his current lands. To fight with this lioness, to not fight, it mattered not to him. Unsheathing his claws, albeit slowly, the large lion slowly, ever so slowly, lumbered to his feet.
". . . it matters not to me." Moving might do him so good, after all. The snake that had settled upon him slowly slithered down and away, not wanting to actually get caught up in such a thing. He would rest in his coils and observe. Anything could happen at this point.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:11 pm
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Standing at his full height, he was impressive. . . in a . . . not-quite-so-cleaned manner. His added plush of fur, his extra-thick mane (albeit it tangled and disheveled) only helped to add to the fact that was actually quite large. Very large. For a moment he allowed his wings to give a half-hearted stretch, before folding them awkwardly against his side.
If Mittere wished to fight, than he would do so. Otherwise, he would stand there and wait for her to run off or speak or do whatever. He really didn't have an opinion or preference. He could just as easily collapse back down if she turned away from him. She wanted to fight, he could grant her such a thing.
So he stood there, and waited.
Despite it all, his ears did p***k, and there was a tension in his muscles as he did prepare to give her some sort of battle. How long had it been, really? He could fight. . .he just didn't care to. But maybe this day it would change.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:26 pm
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Nemanja made no movement as the pink lioness' snarl turned in to a roar. So she was declaring battle, so she was going to actually attack. Well, such was the way of things. So it was indeed time to fight, to prepare. . .
It felt foreign to Nemanja, but it wasn't something he was intimidated by, nor was it something he was not prepared for. While he didn't often unsheath his claws, while he rarely found any desire to use such energy for battle, that didn't mean he couldn't. He was no stranger to a fight, the scars on his body proved that much! But here and now . . . .well. . . . . so be it.
He would fight this pink mortal. But he would not cry if something were to happen. He would not hold back, just as he was suspicious she would not, either.
When she launched for him, the god chose his defense. Lowering his head, he prepared himself to take her hit, but she would need to beware his two horns. . . and the four that were nestled within his mane. His wings and tail were ready, prepared to respond. . . .
Apathy was a defensive emotion; it made sense his battle tactics would be more defensive as well.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:19 pm
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There was pain.
There was hurt.
He could feel her claws scratch deep against his skin, her claws ripping against the top of his head and the back of his neck and shoulders. It was an unusual feeling really, and it almost was inspiring really. She had so much passion, it would be a shame to waste it. . . wouldn't it?
She wanted to fight so badly. Why should he care if he got torn up? Why should he care to ignore her?
. . . . fine.
He might as well. The last time he had allowed himself to get beaten. So perhaps this time he might wish to mix things up. It didn't matter to him what he did, and the pink lioness truly did seem to want to get him involved. But that meant effort. Movement. Argh. Well, if that was what she wanted, he would at least have to try.
As the lioness pulled away, this time turning to aim towards his stomach, Nemana was quite suddenly moving. The lion jerked to the side, hoping to dodge her attack for his stomach. To his advantage, he whipped his tail around, hoping to catch her off guard with the four spikes that lined its tip. So what if he had an advantage over size and physical defenses. It wasn't as if the pink lioness hadn't known what she'd been up against.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:33 pm
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