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Mogami rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 1, 2, 2
Total: 9 (5-20)
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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 4:09 pm
 After a couple of months alone in the rogue lands, Lesedi knew he was ready to settle down. The green-eyed lion had never been particularly social but neither had he ever planned on becoming a hermit so when the chance to join a pride of fierce warriors had come up, he knew he had found his home. From what he’d heard, this was definitely the place for him but he still had to pass the initial test which consisted of besting one of the pride’s warriors. He was confident in his own abilities – he had learned from the best after all – but the young lion couldn’t help but to feel a twinge of apprehension mixed with his excitement. He was concerned about the outcome, of course but also eager to test himself against a true Viking.
“I’m ready.” He growled in a low tone, waiting for his opponent’s answer before attacking.
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Princess_Feylin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 3, 2, 2
Total: 12 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 6:45 pm
 Standing on sentry duty, Ruzanski was used to long periods of unrelieved boredom. When he didn't have a partner to keep him company, he usually used the time to work out, trying to bulk up some so that he would be better able to hold his own against the Stormborn lions, who tended to outweigh him by at least a stone. He could do the fast and clever thing, but it would be nice to be able to use some brute strength, too.
He had been in the process of some endless repetitions of dragging his claws through the earth to work the resistance when he heard the call of a lion announcing his readiness. Presumably to fight his askorun. Ru had been sort of keeping an eye on him since he came within sight, but had been prepared to leave him be as long as he didn't come any closer. That was sort of the unofficial policy.
Once the challenge rang out, however, Ru paused in his exercises and shook himself thoroughly before stepping into view. There were several areas that were typically used by sentries which afforded them a view of all comers while obscuring them from sight, and Ru had been taking advantage of one of them until that point.
"Oh, yes?" he said. "Well, it is a good day to die."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:49 am
Lesedi was still considerably inexperienced when it came to evaluating his opponents – his training had consisted mostly of fighting with his own family members – so he was foolishly pleased when he saw the dark lion that seemed to materialize rather close to his location. His excitement grew as he glanced over the other lion’s body briefly, taking silent notes of the curves of his well-developed muscles. He looked strong and appeared to be close to his age so they were well matched. They were about the same height as well, perhaps Lesedi was just a bit taller that the dark lion though his mother had told him he would probably never reach his father’s larger built.
“Yes, it is.” He said with a rough chuckle. “But I don’t intend to.” He dropped his head and moved to circle the other lion. His excitement grew into unbearable levels and, ignoring all of his grandfather’s teachings, he threw himself at the other lion without a proper plan or strategy, hoping to overpower the dark Viking.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 11:10 am
Ru grinned toothily. He supposed he was being kept close to the pride as punishment for something or other, but he did not know what offense he had committed, and so he had no idea how to go about remedying it, except to do his time. And, really, sentry duty wasn't all that bad. For instance, there were times like this, and he enjoyed these.
"Let's get on with it then," he said invitingly. They would likely be his last words until the end of their battle, for once blood was drawn Ru tended to find himself too distracted by his own peculiar brand of madness, or perversion as some would deem it, to carry on conversation.
No further words were needed anyway, it seemed, for the challenger leaped forward in a sudden attack that left Ru with few options other than evasion. This he sought to do by shifting forward and to his right. Only rarely did Stormborn retreat or give ground in battle, and so even when dodging they were trained to continue moving forward.
As he moved forward he reached out with his nearest forepaw to rake his opponent's side.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 5:22 pm
Lesedi was surprised when the dark lion didn’t back away as he attacked - he felt almost insulted, really. At first he assumed he was being underestimated but Lesedi quickly realized that it was the other way around and that his opponent was simply far more skilled that he’d previously expected. He tried to mirror the dark lion’s movements but Ru‘s claws still managed to reach his body and leave a trail of blood trickling down his coat. Lesedi groaned but could barely feel the wound at this moment . He’d certainly feel it in a few hours, after all the excitement of the fight wore off – a fight from which he would emerge victorious, of course.
With no doubt that he would be the day’s victor, Lesedi jumped forward, aiming a series of blows at the dark lion’s head with unrestrained ferocity.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 6:46 am
Blood in the air. The scent was heady, exciting to Ru in a way mere combat would never be. The urge to hurt, to spill more blood and cause more pain rose in him as a burning heat, very similar to lust. This was the reason he tended to avoid being alone on sentry duty. The idea was not to kill the opponent, and it was very difficult to hold his destructive urges in check once they were roused.
His opponent's claws caught his flesh and dragged along it, breaking the skin, but shallowly. Enough to draw out a hiss from him that was definitely not an agonized hiss. This was a good pain. It felt sinfully good, but he would not allow it to distract him. He had long ago learned the dangers of distraction in battle. Not all pain was good, and inattention could lead to the other kind.
The next onslaught of attacks, Ru did not bother trying to counter or deflect. Instead he took the blows with a lowered head and flattened ears. His green eyes were as narrow as they could be while still allowing him sight. For a moment he seemed to drop back under the battering, but only so that he could gather his hind legs beneath his body before shoving off and barreling into the tawny lion with his teeth angled for his throat.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 6:16 pm
Poor Lesedi… he actually thought he was winning. The young lion had been trained by his grandfather, a strong lion he worshipped above all others and he’d also spent many days practicing with his uncle Jari - who his grandfather had taken an even greater care to train for reasons Lesedi had never quite understood. He’d always considered himself to be a remarkable fighter but he truly was dreaming if he believed he had already reached Nazar’s level or experience.
Even though a tiny voice inside his head did try to warn him that someone wasn’t right, Lesedi only grew fiercer when it seemed his attacks were being successful, especially as the air grew ticker with the scent of blood. Of course he was winning! Of course the dark lion was no match to his skill! Of course he was falling under the weight of Lesedi’s blows!
And then it happened. Lesedi saw the dark lion’s attack coming but his reaction was far too slow to prevent it. His movements had become somewhat strained and sluggish by the time Ruzanski had lunged at him and the spotted lion fell backwards, front paws flailing madly in a frantic attempt to keep the other lion’s teeth off his neck. There were few lions in the world he trusted not the rip his throat off if given the chance and Ru certainly wasn’t one of them. Lesedi was also kicking violently with his back legs, mentally chastising himself from getting into such a predicament, for foolishly underestimating his opponent (and the Vikings in general) and for allowing his pride and arrogance to cause him to act so carelessly. He was starting to realize he greatly lacked real combat experience… as in, the fighting-for-your-life kind.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 7:02 pm
Ru's face and ears stung from the attacks Lesedi had rained upon him, and his own counterattack had been a relief in that it had forced his opponent to go on the defensive. His mane had absorbed a good number of the blows, but those it hadn't had been plenty distracting.
Actually, Ru probably shouldn't rip Lesedi's throat out, even if he was given the chance, but the temptation was there. It wasn't a very strong one though, because throat ripping was a very quick end, and quick ends didn't really do it for Ru. Not like drawn-out ones did. If he really wanted to kill something, Ru preferred to do it slowly and in a way that would make his victim suffer to the end. He couldn't do that here.
He wouldn't do that here.
Instead he scrambled so that his hindquarters were to the side, rather than exposing his belly to Lesedi's raking hind claws, and worked to position himself so that he would be able to pin Lesedi by his throat. Cutting off oxygen wasn't a very Stormborn thing to do, being not a particularly violent or impressive way to win a fight, but it was effective, and Ru was getting tired of being flailed at.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:11 am
By the time Lesedi realized what had happened, the dark lion’s fangs had already closed around his neck and his heart missed a few beats. It was the first time he felt it, this terrifying feeling, the one of having one’s life at the complete mercy of another. In that moment of sudden stillness, with Ruzanski’s head and bright green eyes uncomfortably close to his own, Lesedi realized the dark lion could end him with little to no effort. It was nothing if not humbling to be so brutally reminded of his mortality.
He knew he should admit defeat but he was young and far too proud to accept it so easily so he lingered in that position, a quiet growl grumbling in his throat until finally gave in – his vision already turning a little blurry - and finally mumbled a few quiet words with a nasty sneer.
“You win.” To be honest, he he couldn’t say he was 100% certain that Ruzanski would release him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 12:22 pm
The feel of the spotted lion's pulse against his mouth was intoxicating. All that hot blood, so easily spilled. But then it would be over in a rush, and that wasn't Ru's preferred way to kill. It was one of the reasons he was never asked to help with slaughters in the herds. That, and the fact it wasn't his job as a reaver.
Even so, it was with an effort that Ru acknowledged his opponent's surrender and released his hold on his throat. Before stepping back to allow the spotted lion to regain his footing Ru shook his head and reminded himself firmly that he had only been attempting to cut off his oxygen anyway. He was not going to kill him.
Perhaps he ought to make sure the next time he was put on sentry duty he had a partner. It wouldn't please anyone if he killed potential members out of hand, just because he had no control. Or maybe he just needed to practice more. But those were thoughts for another time.
Grinning, Ru said, "This time. Try again another day. There does seem to be some iron in your blood."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 2:57 pm
Still feeling rather annoyed, Lesedi shook from head to tail and nodded. He didn’t really understand the Viking lingo but he assumed the dark lion was telling him he had potential. Even though he was pleased that he hadn’t made a complete fool of himself, Lesedi couldn’t help but to feel even more annoyed.
“I’ll come back.” he said plainly so that the dark lion wouldn’t even consider the possibility that he might be giving up on his first try. This had been a rather educating experience to say the least. It had been a quick and absolute defeat today with little scars to prove it – honestly, the dark lion appeared to be in a worse state. Clearly, his blows had been too weak, too shallow… he would be better prepared next time, less rash and a little more wise. And next time, there would be a Viking throat in his mouth.
With a rumbling sigh, Lesedi nodded again and walked away.
- FIN -
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