[PRP] A New Sparring Partner

[Light Atago]

The lioness' claws flexed with practically every step- Aqui was just itching for a fight! Not necessarily a real one, but she needed to spar at the very least. the lighter Firekin had just learned a new technique and wanted more practice... Even though training for soldiers had just let out. The lions dispersed across the hot sands in the mid-day heat, the sands were so sweltering hot that the horizon shimmered a silvery reflection.

She thought back to the time when these sands were difficult for her to walk on in mid-day, let alone stand on. She was proud of how much her paw pads had toughened, how her muscles had toughened, and how her soul had toughened. These lions were sharp, and they had the unique ability to sharpen their peers. Aquila couldn't say for sure whether or not this was a pridal trait or just a Firekin trait, but she had a feeling it was the latter- none pushed themselves like them!  

[Talencia]

Light Atago

Sorry for the major delay! If you don't mind, I'd like to rp the fight out without dice. It's easier that way, for me at least.

Ardor liked to think he was getting better at wooing the more fierce ladies in the pride. It had been a revelation to realize they didn't all fall swooning at his paws because he winked and spoke sweet nothings in their ears. He hadn't been discouraged by the failures, anything but! He simply started paying attention to the males that they did pay any sort of attention to. To his distaste, they often were big, muscled, sometimes dense males who, in his opinion, couldn't find their way out of a box canyon. But one thing he had noticed was that these tough girls preferred males who knew how to fight.

So he'd been brushing up on his skills. He was no slouch, by any means, but everyone could benefit from some extra practice, right? So now he was not only handsome as ever, but more muscle rippled beneath his pelt than before. It made him feel... powerful. And masculine. His stride, which before had been very relaxed and confident, now was almost a strut. He kept his coat and mane spotless, of course, so surely that would only add to his positive image.

He was feeling mighty fine today when he spotted one of the female soldiers across the way. Ah yes, one of the rogue-blood females. An appreciative grin spread across his muzzle. Yes, it was time for a visit! He strolled up, trying to appear nonchalant. Tough babes usually didn't want to feel like you were eyeing them, even if you were. "Interested in a spar?" he asked innocently, avoiding all the compliments and pet names that he usually used.