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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:41 pm
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ShinosBee Sorry I misspoke, he's a juvenile in this, not a cub.
Some might have said he was too young to apply to be the Legate, but Plamen wasn't going to let that stop him. The young male had shown up for an interview which was exactly what he'd gotten. She hadn't told him that he was too young to apply, but had taken his application seriously. Or at least she appeared to to him. Whatever she had thought of the interview, the Legate had given him a task and three days. Plamen had left when she dismissed him, determined right then to start.
His short legs had carried him straight for the training grounds. He knew that lions always came there to spar. Several times he'd watched without really trying to join in. Now he was. With determination, he marched up to the training grounds. The bigger lions, particularly the males, bustled around doing their thing. Most didn't notice the bright red male under their noses. A couple females shooed him out of the way before he could explain why he was there. Plamen frowned. Sure he could find someone to spar with him.
His tan eyes caught sight of a dull red coat sitting a sort distance from the official grounds. He would find someone to spar with. Plamen turned and made beeline toward the lioness. "Excuse me, I'm trying to apply for Legate, and she told me to find a spar partner for three days, and would you spar with me please?" He got his explanation out in a rush before she could tell him no or to run along. If she didn't agree, he wasn't sure what he'd do. Going to sit in the middle of a circle until he was noticed seemed rather childish.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 6:13 pm
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Thema was more often than not content to watch the sparring over joining in. She wasn't exactly as cut-from-stone as most of the native-born firekin were. They were utterly massive next to her. But then again, she'd always, always been fairly scrappy, and could take a hit and keep coming better than some. Now and then, when she had enough energy or anger to burn, she really did enjoy the fighting scene.
Of course, being propositioned by a juvenile (and one after the Legate at that!) to tussle wasn't exactly typical. Though only half grown, he was already about two thirds of her size. And he seemed terribly hopeful. Nothing about him seemed to be lying - he seemed young, of course, but plenty of younglings began apprenticing this early. And if he'd been given a task...and he HAD asked so very nicely...With a grunt she hefted herself up from the rock, shaking a puff of sand out of her fur. "I suppose I could give you a paw, kid. Legate huh? Reaching high for your age, but no harm in that." She stepped down from her perch, leading the male along to one of the empty areas that wasn't occupied by tussling pairs. "I'll give you fair warning - I'm obviously not Firekin born. You'll probably knock me tail over ears and get tired of tussling with me, but I promise not to go easy on you, aye?"
She slowed to a stop near the center of the ring and turned to smile at him, completely open and friendly in demeanor. "By the way, I'm Thema. What's your name, kid?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:54 pm
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ShinosBee generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:39 pm
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magnadearel Sure. Standard rules? Five rolls a pop, 1-3? Or shorter, maybe three rolls each?
"No problem kid. I guess that if you start training young, you've got more time to come into the roll, right?" It made sense. She'd spent most of her youth roaming, looking for a permanent home, and hadn't really learned anything useful beyond hunting for her troubles. It was no matter - all prides needed hunters, needed food. She had a place and a purpose. She just wasn't really anything special, and would likely not reach any higher than her current rank. It helped that she was a bit too relaxed to really mind that though. She was content with things as they were.
She jogged into the ring with the young male, dropping into a mirroring crouch. She obviously didn't plan on hurting the cub, but it'd be a bit shameful for them both if she really went easy on him. Before he could move, but after a long enough pause that they both should have been ready, she sprang forward, paws out wide to slap inwards at his noggin as she quickly closed the distance between them. Once he was grown he'd have size and weight, but maybe she could be faster. Then again, maybe not. It still took quite some force to bring down prey beasts, and her limbs were strong enough to connect with a solid blow somewhere on the red male's body.
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magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:22 pm
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ShinosBee generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:04 pm
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magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:14 pm
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ShinosBee generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 7:01 pm
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magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 7:11 pm
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