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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:52 pm
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So she intended to stay.
There would be no shaking her, there would be no removing her in such a pleasant manner. Well fine. So be it.
For a moment the lion considered flight, as it was more of a power and less of a need for wings. Any god could actually fly, but the question remained on whether or not he desired to take the lioness for a spin. Or if he could at all.
Still . . . Though she had a mouthful of grimy mane and the back of his neck, the pain was the most he had felt in a long time. It was unpleasant, he would be sore and hurting, but it was nice to remember that this was what happened when one lived, when one chose to interract.
It might very well have happened if he had ignored her. But . . . that didn't matter. The point now was to get her off.
So it was, the lion did what he was extra ordinarily good at. Flopping. Except while she was busy clawing in to him, too interested in her fangs and claws, he was going to flop to his side, and roll. Right on to his back. There was something always so appealing about a collapse. . . mostly because it usually meant he had nothing to think about, care about, or do.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:06 pm
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And so, the large god stayed flopped. He honestly had no real intention of getting up, and though her claws and fangs dug deep in to him, he could wait it out. Wait her out. He had moved enough, and while it was far from an epic battle, it had been . . . the hint of something.
She'd ease off eventually, and then he'd roll back to his paws.
Maybe.
Maybe he'd just squish her until she turned to dust. Maybe he'd let her rot beneath him, before he intended to move. It didn't matter, really. She could fight, she could kick, she could rip his back to shreds. At the end of the day, he still weighted more, and she had very little place to go or wiggle room.
This was the life, after all. . . . He was existing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 8:56 pm
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The god considered the pink lioness, watching her numbly, without care. He continued to lay sprawled upon his back, not at all concerned that his vulnerable stomach was exposed. He wasn't worried around about Mittere or the fact that she was apparently all sorts of worked up. The fact that he had obliged her at all was a miracle. . . just a short-lived one.
His tail gave a flop and he slowly, ever so slowly, rolled to his side. It was far from graceful, really, but at least this way he was actually facing the lioness and needn't crane his neck to see her. ". . . I committed for a moment. Then I ended it, as you can clearly see." It was true. They weren't fighting anymore, squishing her head seemingly stopped her attack. "If you wish for true battle, I would suggest finding the God of Battle or War. They might be more to your taste." If fighting was a commitment to her, than keeping with his domain was a commitment to him. He was Apathy. He was keeping to his domain quite well.
". . your opinion doesn't matter. Be honored I took the time to even indulge in your desire, lioness." He wasn't trying to be condescending, he was merely speaking truth. There were very few he felt the inclination to humor. She didn't matter anymore than he did. He didn't care if she grew angered, livid, or chewed upon him. She could do what he pleased, just as he would do what he wished. No more, no less.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:17 pm
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