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Ravvlet rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 1, 1, 4
Total: 9 (5-20)
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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:07 pm
Basi made his way painstakingly back up the cliffside. He ignored the roaring of the sea and concentrated on not rolling back down to the rocky beach below. The scenery was truly awe inspiring, but he was in no mood to notice. This sucked. He'd spent the night nursing his wounds from his last little skirmish, cold, wet, and alone. Sure, he had THOUGHT he knew what he'd been getting into, but...
They were so much more badass and muscular than he'd thought. And he'd quickly found, after a sound defeat, that his body was NOT ready. So he'd spent the night meditating on the bra code, and fine-tuning his 'tude.
Yesterday, he'd gone down a loser. Today, he would climb up a winner.
Wink.
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Princess_Feylin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 3, 4, 2
Total: 16 (5-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:04 am
 Solvslips Grei walked with a sort of innate feline grace that was somehow more feline than that of any other lion. His dark eyes burned intensely as they surveyed the landscape. He was patrolling, and the Stormlords help anybody who crossed his path and was too weak to handle his barely contained strength.
Slips was muscular, but in a way unlike his brother Daska, Slips' strength came from having a long, lean, and lithe build that somehow produced a broad and muscular back which caused unwary ladies to swoon. If they were attractive enough, Slips might be tempted to take their unconscious form back to the den so that he and his brothers could play with them in their red den of pain. Which still wasn't all the way painted. They needed more blood for the blood room.
He noticed a vibrantly violet figure failing to sneak up the cliffside and then decided that maybe he wasn't actually trying to sneak. Why bother, with that ridiculous pelt? He waited in sexy, stoic silence for the purple pretender to reach him. Slips was much too proud to meet anyone halfway.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 5:09 pm
Basi almost didn't notice the totally sleek bra-lion waiting in the not-so-distant distance. When he finally saw him, he shat bricks couldn't help but stare. He wanted to ask him about his workout regime. Maybe touch up on his glutes a bit, discuss a little body-fat ratio, clearly this dude had it going on-
Game face, Basi.
He'd have to catch up on his routine later. After he beat his a**. Yes, he intended to give that firm, lean and muscular bottom a kicking. His...Grey bottom. Huh. Were all the lions in Stormborn grey? Just like...different shades of grey? Maybe they had like, some kind of body paint. Yeah, body paint, and womenfolk to smear it on them. Was it hot on this mountain, or was it just him?
"Sup, bra. A little birdie tol' me you're about to get hit by a half-ton of awesome, and he wasn't lion," he declared, pausing for a moment to let that glorious pun hang in the air. Basi was ready. And he was soooo pumped.
He charged.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:34 pm
If he had been in possession of human eyebrows, Slips definitely would have raised them archly to convey his complete and utter disdain for a lion who was so gauche as to be born with apple cheeks. The only reason cheeks should be red was from being struck, and pinkened cheeks were only attractive on females. Mmm...His paw twitched just thinking about it.
Between his twitching paw and his dumbfounded horror that anyone could make such an offensively bad joke and expect appreciative laughter, Slips barely managed to shift his hard, sexy body out of the way of his assailant, twisting to one side and causing his muscles to ripple beneath his hide, sliding sensuously over each other as they carried him to safety with preternatural speed.
"You'll have to do better than that," he said in a scintillating growl that made lady lions' lady parts quiver and their inner goddesses perform acrobatics and zumba and water aerobics and stuff. For good measure he took a half-hearted swipe at his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:50 pm
Basi lumbered past, too slow to stop his momentum. The growl caught him mid-gallop, and he stumbled, almost as if he had been hit with some kind of physical blow. Fortunately, the action caused him to 'turn the other cheek' as it were, and his opponent's paw grazed his flank. He danced away, expression crumbling to some soppy mix of shock and horror.
"Woah, whoa bra, don't be touchin' up on my junk," he exclaimed, shaking out his mane and trying to flex his lionceps. He ran a paw down his chest, extending one claw to part the fur over his breastbone. Dude, how clear did he have to be with these lions? "Ladies only," he snarled. "Look bra, just roll over and I promise we'll have a good time, right?"
He paused.
"Uh, like pillaging, and stuff." Yeah. "I'll be your mane man." He was a lyrical genius.
With that rousing declaration, he pounced forward again- or tried. He slipped on the uncertain footing and sort of ended up half-hopping, half-sprawling toward the other lion.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 6:48 pm
Slips stared at the rosy-cheeked lion in absolute revulsion. Even if he was one of those ergi lions who liked the buggering, there was no way this moron who spoke like he had brain damage would be his type. At least the idiot understood that if there was buggering to be done, Slips would be doing the covering, not the crouching.
"Dude, I was just making sure it was there. You fight worse than any female I have ever seen. Even a sub would be better than you." Slips was usually a very smooth talker, if he found a person worth speaking to. When he didn't find a person worth speaking to, but felt it necessary to put someone in their place, he didn't bother with smooth talking.
His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl that conveyed utter death and disdain when he watched the lummox sprawl in his direction. "You want to be pillaged, find some other lion to take care of it for you. I wouldn't touch you in that way for anything. Get up and fight, or go away."
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