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Jovi of Shadows rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 3, 3, 1
Total: 12 (5-20)
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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:25 am
 The dull golden lion had been traveling for far too long, with very little to show about it. The rogue lands offered little challenge for a lion as restless for battle as this brute, as most residents were too concerned with this concept called 'survial' that often meant running when Don was so eager to throw down. He wasn't sure what possessed him to look into the rumor of the Stormborn, after all he wasn't too keen on most pride dynamics. But he had heard that this particular group was, how do you say, blood-thirsty.
The male had nothing tying him to his previous life as a loner, so it was easy for the large brute to pick up and leave on a whim. Now he was close, he could smell the salt in the air and the static of battle was almost tangible in the earth. Today would be a glorious day to fight. With little regard to pride borders, as he wasn't exactly sure where it began, Don started up at a brisk pace, easing his way faster up the hill. He wasn't the quickest of lions, his size and muscle incumbering him somewhat in that area, but heavy limbs propelled him forward with powerful strides. In high spirits and a hunger for combat, Don loosed a thundering roar from his throat, challenging any who may hear it.
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bipolar bee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 2, 2, 1
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:51 am
 Taraxa had never felt such a particular urge to cause bodily harm to any other living creature. Sure, he loved to fight, thrived on the scent of blood and the thud of a well-placed hit, but he'd never been so agitated that he just had to maul someone's face off. He was just too laid back for all of that. Until recently. He'd been suffering the consequences of returning home with a Thrall that had the hots for his daughter. He wasn't sure what he was thinking when he'd done it. He'd only wanted to see Ulrika squirm a little. The Reaver hadn't planned that his daughter would scream like a banshee before disappearing (likely to Saraneth's den for girl time, at least that's what Taraxa convinced himself). He hadn't meant to upset his sweet daughter. Really, he'd only been trying to teach her a lesson, to stir things up a little. All of the upset and agitation he'd caused now rested in his chest like a huge boulder, and this boulder needed a way out. Taraxa immediately made his way to the borders of the pride. Perhaps a challenge would assuage the feelings that burdened him. Upon hearing a roar from a challenger Taraxa instantly moved into action. A large lion of similar size to Taraxa (perhaps a bit leaner) had given the call, and Taraxa was here to answer it. "You come to challenge the Stormborn?" Please say yes, please say yes. Taraxa really needed a punching bag.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:11 pm
The approach of another male did not slow Don'zaraasir in his charge up the hill, in fact it quite delighted the adrenaline rushed rogue. "I have!" Don returned, thinking it wiser to say so than simply jumping on the attack. Now that the pleasantries were out of the way, and as he neared the crest of his little hill, Don made no show of stopping or slowing. He was fully prepared to meet the other male in combat as is, no tail tucking or even a proper sizing up. All Don knew is that this Stormborn was big, bigger even than him it would seem, and that certainly deserved his undivided attention.
Finally, a place he could be at ease with. Now his only problem was actually getting into their lands, as he presumed a good challenge to one of their warriors would at least get him noticed among their ranks. Beyond that? He wasn't quite certain.
His strides lengthened as he neared his foe, muscles bunching and preparing to spring at the most opportune time. It with very little difficulty that he discovered his love for battle would lead him here eventually, slow as he was on the uptake, he'd at least managed to get here eventually. Lips pulling back in a snarl as he claws unsheathed, Don'zaraasir gathered his weight from underneath him and finished his charge with the intent to tackle and clash with the other male head-on, with nothing but fang and brute force to push him through.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:00 pm
Taraxa relished in the affirmation that the challenger gave, his claws instantly unsheathing. Challenges always had a way of working out frustrations in a very real and dangerous way. It was not like a spar where claws were kept sheathed and teeth were rarely bared. No, a challenge was quite the opposite. Teeth and claw colliding with fur and muscle.
Taraxa loved challenges.
He met the other lion head on and was instantly surprised by the challenger's weight. Don's tackle hit Taraxa straight on and Taraxa did not fight it, merely rolled with the larger lion until he was in a position that he could break free at least for a moment. He did not come away unscathed, no. A gash had opened on Taraxa's shoulder though he paid it no heed.
"Yes," Taraxa snarled softly, leaping at the challenger. It was a messy jump and Taraxa knew it was likely he would miss entirely, but it felt good to stretch his muscles. The scent of his own blood incited him. This was what life was lived for.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:48 pm
He wasn't quite expecting to be moved into a tumble with his tackle, but Don wasn't going to fight it- too harshly anyways. That did not stop him from lashing out as they parted ways briefly, his skin tightening around a tender spot near his ankle. It was likely the other male's maneuver had caught him more off guard than he had expected. The corner of his snarling maw lifted into a smirk slightly as he regarded the other lion, putting his full weight on the tender leg. There would be time to favor it later, for now, Don needed every bit of his strength to best this male.
There wasn't much time to consider his next attack, quick movement from ahead caught his focus just in time as Don managed to tuck and dive to the side of Taraxa's heavy paws as they hit the earth below. A blow he gladly avoided, as he imagined the other brute packed quite the punch.
The fast pace down to the grit of the battle was just what Don was looking for in a challenge, and it seemed his opponent was just as pleased as he was. He could respect that, it certainly spoke volumes for the Stormborn as a whole, and thus far Don'zaraasir had not regretted his decision in coming. Using the energy he'd gathered to escape what would have been a hard blow, Don was quick to turn on the other lion's side. Fangs bared the dull golden rogue rushed for the exposed flesh, large maw open and gaping in preparation to latch onto Taraxa from any angle possible.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 10:40 am
Taraxa grunted as the lion's gaping mouth caught him around his thigh. His skin gave under the pressure, and it was all he could do not to scream with the pain. He could only hope that the other lion did not have a chance to pull -- such an attack would render Taraxa's hind leg useless, and his Viking days would be over.
Taraxa did not plan to end his career as a Reaver like this, no matter if his opponent was exceedingly gifted in combat.
Jerking back with an elbow, Taraxa made an attempt to disengage, or at least give himself an opening to cause a little havoc and destruction of his own. Claws bared, Taraxa aimed for the other lion's flank. Taraxa wanted to watch the blood tint the paler coat of the challenger. He wanted to watch that pale fur turn crimson.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:21 am
Don could feel his teeth sink into the flesh of the Stormborn, he would have called such a texture soft on other creatures, but the heavy muscle of the reaver definitely added to its toughness. He would have been lying if he said the blood of his opponent coating his tongue wasn't a small victory in its own right. To the pale golden lion, it was always thrill to taste first blood in a battle, especially against someone who could easily hold their own in a fight. There was little time for much else, for as Don was about to make another move, the larger male threw his weight back and knocked Don with an elbow. The weight of the blow had caught him against his ribs, forcing the challenger to remove his teeth and seek a better attack point.
There wasn't much time to consider, as he didn't want Taraxa to regain control of combat or give him a window for making his own attack. It was much easier to be on the offensive for Don, as he didn't really have a knack for defending. A blood-curdled hiss left his lips at the thought of taking a full blow from the Stormborn; in this case, complete offensive was the best defense.
A stray swipe from the other male cause red lines to appear on one of his hindlegs, eliciting a growl from Don. He took that as his cue to stop wasting time. Without much hesitation, the rogue lion tensed and gathered his muscles, releasing his strength in a powerful launch towards the other male's back. If his weight alone wasn't enough to knock him off his paws, than Don's raking claws would certainly do some damage.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 5:01 pm
Taraxa's pleasure at the sight of the minor damage he'd done to Don's hind leg did not last long.
The jarring impact of the heavy lion against his back snapped Taraxa's head abruptly. His teeth clacked together, the side of his tongue catching between two of Taraxa's sharp molars. The force with which his teeth came together caused him to bite down on his tongue and the salty iron of his own blood filled his mouth. A wet, bloody growl burst from Taraxa's lips, and with it came a small spray of blood.
Taraxa was weakening, yes, but he knew that this lion would be a worthy brother in battle. This was the type of lion who could lead Reavers into combat with a sure and steady paw. This lion was Captain material as far as Taraxa was concerned, if the lion decided to take on the responsibility.
Despite his weakened state, Taraxa was not quite through. He lashed out with a massive paw, hoping to connect with Don's shoulder or better yet, his face.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:28 pm
His paws landed heavily on the back of the other male, and he could have sworn he felt the muscular structure of the Stormborn weaken, but then that could just be his imagination. This battle had certainly peaked the large golden lion's interest in the pride, for if all of its members were as strong as this fellow, he would fit in just fine. His claws flexed in response to the growl that reached his ears, preparing to bite down on Taraxa's spine when a heavy paw smashed into the side of his face. Don was thrown off balance, losing his position as a claw slid and caught the edge of Taraxa's hide.
Now with all four paws planted on the ground and his face stinging from that last blow, Don quickly stalked to the front of the Stormborn male, teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Despite how much he reveled in their exchange of blows he chose to lock gazes with Taraxa instead of going in for another attack, fighting spirit still obviously evident in the challenger. If the other wished to continue than Don would be happy to return to their onslaught of blows, his muscles tensed and prepared to jump right back into combat. He didn't have any interest in killing this worthy opponent, supposing the death of one of their members wouldn't be looked kindly upon. That, and he rather enjoyed present company, and would prefer to meet on the battle field once more, as comrades. Regardless, Don's gaze did not break as he stood his ground.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 9:01 pm
Taraxa was glad when the other male ceased his assault. Drawing himself up straight, Taraxa met Don's gaze straight on. A huge smile slowly crept its way over his muzzle, his eyes crinkling with the action.
"Welcome to the Stormborn, brother. I am Reaver Taraxa. You have won your challenge and you are officially one of us."
His body ached and he would have to deal with the wrath of his daughter Ulrika, but it had been worth it. The stress that had driven him to head into this challenge had dissolved thanks to this challenge.
He fell silent as he waited for an introduction in return.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 5:29 am
When no attack came and their gazes met fully, Don had an inkling of a guess that their battle was over with. To some degree he was relieved by this, seeing as how parts of him were going to be sore for the next couple of days, and some minor wounds would need time to heal. That did leave him to wonder though, what now? He had bested one of the Stormborn in combat, but he hadn't a clue what it would take for him to actually get into the pride. At the very least he had proven he could handle himself, and could be of value to the pride, that he was almost certain of. It wasn't until he noticed that large smile on other male's maw that Don relaxed a bit, his snarl drawing closed as his curiosity enticed him to do so.
He wasn't left to wonder for very long, Taraxa's words instilling a sense of achievement in the dull golden lion. Don's bodily visibly lost its tension as he drew himself upright, flexing the sore leg to get a better feel for the injury. "Well met my new brother, I am Don'zaraasir," he returned, baring his teeth once more though this time in a rueful grin. What better way to prove one's self worthy for a pride? Much better than that blasted labyrinth that had nearly starved him to death many seasons ago. But memories of the Tokolosh'Watato were quickly fading from his memory, as his stay with them had been brief.
Don may have said more, but in truth he wasn't quite sure what he should do or say next. He had come to challenge one of the Stormborn to prove himself, and now that he was officially one of the pride he was at a loss. And so Don remained silenced, awaiting any further instruction he may receive from his new comrade.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:57 pm
"Find yourself Skada, the lawspeaker. She will guide you next." Taraxa waved a beefy paw, grunting as he lurched towards the pride's central hub. A healer, some mint, and some berries. That was what he needed right now.
Not in that particular order, either.
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