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Daffupanda rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 4, 1, 2
Total: 10 (5-20)
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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:15 am
OOC - Wow, Ji, you fail even worse than Tut, holy macaroni.
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He'd lost count of how long he'd been traveling. Up and down the bloody land he'd been - heck, he'd lost count of how many times he'd managed to get lost. Time and time again he kept wondering why he was still looking for them, yet time and time again he told himself he just couldn't stop looking for them. It really was true that blood was thicker than water; there was just no helping it.
Last he'd heard of Jiryan, he'd been traveling alone in search of their father; he'd woken up one day and the red pelted lion had been gone. It'd hurt that Jiryan had left without him, and for the longest time, Tut refused to leave the pridelands, his own pride getting in the way. If Jiryan had wanted him with him, he'd have ASKED him to come. It took him a long while to gather up the courage to leave his home, and an even longer time to even catch a small hint of where his red pelted brother might have been.
It'd made sense as soon as he'd figured it out, and Tut had berated himself for not thinking about it sooner; of course he'd have gone off to seek the Firekin lands. Hadn't their father been somewhat linked to that pride?
Finding the bloody pride had not been easy - avoiding detection had been even harder once he'd found the borders. Still, he'd somehow almost managed to achieve his goal. Almost.
He'd been stopped a couple of days back by guards and had been brought to the pride lands. He'd gotten out of the trouble he'd managed to sink himself into by proclaiming he'd been seeking the fight to duel and join (it was the only thing he could think of at time when he'd been questioned). As it was, he was now trapped, and waiting for the lion he was supposed to duel while he tried to think of a way to escape the fight and keep on looking for his brother - surely he wasn't here? He'd not laid eyes on him since he'd gotten there.
Then again, Tut had not realized he'd been contained within the part of the pride where aspiring rogues were kept waiting.
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Felyn rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 1, 1, 2
Total: 7 (5-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:18 am
Jiryan had gotten somewhat accustomed to this. He'd grown accustomed to this new life in the Firekin. He'd grown accustomed to being a father and a mate. He'd even grown accustomed to being a physical, brawling member of his pride. He was someone that Kenna could be proud of, he was a strong father to his cubs, and he was a valuable member to his pride.
Today was just another pride duty, nothing he couldn't handle, nothing new. Duel a rogue, win or lose, but do his duty to his pride. He won some, he lost some, but no matter who it was he had to perform. He just wasn't expecting.. him.
Jiryan drew closer and the more his opponent's face came into focus, the slower his steps became. At first, he played it off as a trick of the desert. The heat, the sands, it could all play unfair tricks on the mind. Still, as he grew closer, he realized that the pale form in front of him was very much solid and there was no way to convince himself that it was anything other than a ghost from his past.
"Tut," he said, low and stern, his red form rigid as he came to a stop before him. He was himself and not, all at once. More burly, though not as scruffy as one might expect from a battle-worn Firekin (mostly because his mate had a strict no-scruff policy) but he had lost a lot of his youthful innocence and replaced it with a hard-won wisdom. "Why are you here?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:51 pm
Move: Bide
Out of all the things he had been expecting to see, it was perfectly clear that Jiryan appearing before him almost as if out of the blue was not one of them. For a long moment Tut remain laying on the ground, but slowly, as he convinced himself that this wasn't, in fact, a hallucination, he rose up to his feet.
Had anyone asked the white lion what he was feeling at that precise moment, he wouldn't have been able to answer. At first it was relief, even happiness at finally having something in his life go right. There was disbelief again after that, wary, as if he really couldn't trust what he was seeing, at least, till the 'hallucination' spoke out his name.
The sound of that syllable, low, strained, stern, caused the white lion's ears to flatten instantly back against the nape of his neck.
Then came the disappointment, anger and cold, sharp rage, "You left me behind," it wasn't a question - it was a statement, an accusation, and even then... Tut held his ground, waiting. He had nothing to lose, he simply lost himself withing the cold feeling of his rage and waited.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:10 pm
Move: Miss
Out of everything that Jiryan had ever expected, this was certainly not one of the things at the top of his list. He had left his family behind, sure, but not because he wanted to. He had left them all behind because his journey was a long and hard one - he'd known that before he ever left. Being that he had still yet to find his father, his journey technically wasn't over, but he'd chosen to pause it (indefinitely) in a land that he felt none of his siblings were suited for.
"I did what was best for you," he replied stubbornly, refusing to give in to guilt. Tut's accusation hurt, of course it did, but his hardened attitude from these lands only made him puff himself up. He wasn't here to babble about the past, he was here to duel, and damn it that was what they were going to do. Even if Mr. Self Righteous over there was going to stand and wait for the first attack.
With an irritated growl under his breath, Jiryan launched himself into motion. It wasn't his typical style, but then again, he wasn't actually aiming to hut his brother - just force him into motion. He charged at him, jaws bared, and as he neared him he took a messy swipe at his legs that was meant to make him move out of the way. It was simply meant to make him start moving.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:54 am
Move: Miss
"What was best for me?" the last word came out choked, broken, "What was best for me, my a**! You never so much as looked back!" deep down, Tut knew Jiryan was right. What he said was true - his brother had probably been thinking about his well being when he'd left. However, that didn't mean he had thought about how he'd feel. Not only that, but Tut was pretty much blinded by his anger at that point, and it was possible that grief, shame, relief, even were not letting him see straight.
Even when his brother's move failed to hit him, Tut launched himself forward into a jump, missing his target rather radically - he would later blame thee fact his eyes had watered, making his vision blurry. He would also later defend himself by saying that the desert wind had got to him and had blown sand into his eyes. However, in all honesty, he was under emotional shock, like it or not, and there was little he could do but keep on moving, "You left ME behind for my own good? Didn't it ever cross your mind to ask what I wanted? Why'd you take KEPI and not me? What's wrong with me?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 10:29 am
Move: Bide
Jiryan stepped easily out of the way of Tut's swipe, a frown on his face as he felt disappointment sweep over him. Was this really the best his brother had to offer? Perhaps it was just his time spent training with Kenna and his Firekin comrades, but this seemed like an almost unfair fight at this point. He hoped, for Tut's sake, that he was simply overemotional and not truly this terrible.
"Are you even listening to yourself?" he asked, irritation creeping in his tone as he turned to face his brother once again. He drew himself and stared Tut down, not intent on moving anymore - Tut could take him head on. "Do you think I really had a choice in the matter once Kepi decided she was coming with me?" He growled and shook his head, baring his teeth for a moment. "Besides that, do you see her here now? I left her behind too, once I found somewhere safe to leave her." He had forgotten how irrational Tut could be when angry, but then, he supposed they were likely very much the same - he just hadn't had much to be angry about lately. Defensive of? Sure. Scare of? Most assuredly. Angry over? No. His life was smooth, until now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 10:49 am
Move: Big Hit
"Why didn't you ask ME though? Why the hell not even talk to me?!" he knew he was being childish and he knew that his brother wasn't really to blame where Kepi was concerned - she had never really been ... all there and didn't really listen all that much. That aside, she had the attention span of a goldfish.
He wasn't sure what it was about his brother's words that set him him off, but whatever it was, he turned around and just in time and aimed a slap at his brother's face, claws extended just so he could cause the maximum damage. Later on, he would likely feel guilty, overwhelmed and horrible for it. But at that precise moment, he was a tad too busy simply seeing red, "You can take that righteous attitude of yours and STUFF it up where ever it fits, Jiryan! You've never given a DAMN about anyone but yourself and it's bullshit to imply you give a s**t now! If you wanted to get away, you could have just TOLD me, damnit!"
He had, after all, spent countless nights just... waiting. Hoping that his brother might come back with some sort of explanation. He was well aware they were different, but he couldn't help feeling abandoned.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 11:38 am
Move: Miss
"Because if I had told you it would be harder to stop you than it would be Kepi," he growled out, but it was cut off abruptly as a paw swung at his face unexpectedly. Anger flared, flashing over his face, and he swung out clumsily in an attempt to smack Tut back. He missed, to blinded by his anger and and the sting that his brother's claw had caused. He knew if he could feel it, it probably meant that he had drawn blood. Kenna would not be pleased - he could only imagine how much cleaning she would subject him to later.
"You're wrong," he said with a frown, gritting his teeth. "Maybe I was selfish because I wanted to find dad, but leaving you behind was for your own good." He frowned as he stared at Tut, chest rising and falling in both anger and the swarm of adrenaline through his veins. "I would have thought that in all this time you would have grown up at least a little. If you want to survive here you damn well need to do it quickly." He gritted his teeth, taking a step forward, almost as if he might strike him again.
"This place is no joke, Tut, I left you behind because they are dangerous. You have no idea the things I've faced here."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 11:47 am
Move: Miss
He tried to move fast again, he really did. He tried with all his might to summon up all the energy he had left, but Tut found he had drained it all out with that one single hit; he'd put his all into that one slap and when he moved towards his brother once more, his attack failed miserably, lacking energy.
Above all, it lacked conviction now. He was emotionally drained, and thus, in turn, physically spent. His anger was still there, latent, but now it was blurred by a bitter pang of something he couldn't quite discern. He'd never really been all that good at feelings - he spent so much time angry, upset over this and that, that he hadn't ever paused to figure himself out.
The white lion grit his teeth, biting his lip in the process. So hard that it drew blood, "Bullshit," he whispered, "You'd only say that if you thought I couldn't handle it - I can! I'm here, aren't I? I got here without your help! So ******** you and ******** your superior attitude, man," his ears were pinned back so hard they were hidden amongst his mane, his eyes narrowed, "Just... just ******** you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 12:09 pm
Move: Miss
Jiryan jerked back a little and swiped as his brother swiped at him - purely defensive and just as badly aimed as his brother's attempted swat. As long as he had been away from Tut, as long as he had been unaware of his well-being, he had always assumed he was alright. Now he was here and Jiryan was finding that not only was he scared half to death of his brother being here, but he was having issues with actually battling him as he should. Part of it was not wanting to physically harm him (Kenna had already taught him not to hold back, but this was his brother) and part was the knowledge that him being here could be very, very dangerous.
"Tut, do you know what it's like to send your mate to face what might very well be her death?" How was he supposed to make his brother understand this? "To watch your cubs grow up in a pride with the fear that any day, some angry rebel might decide to pick one off for the greater justice?" His face was almost stony with anger, with memories of fear. His cubs were grown and safe, and the tension had passed, but his knowledge of what these lions were capable of had not. "They will eat you alive if you don't stop crying like the spoiled brat mother and Shaji raised you to be."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 12:49 pm
Move: Bide
He wasn't sure what hurt most - the fact that Jiryan still didn't seem to think he could manage here, and thus did not trust his potential, or the fact he was behaving like a selfish brat. He was the younger brother, technically (though being born after him didn't really make him much younger - only by a few minutes), but he was sure of his own potential. So much so that he was risking his life and behaving like a brat to probe it to both the world and the red pelted lion, "I don't have a mate, Jiryan - I was too bloody busy looking for YOU to mate anyone!" he wasn't listening to much of what his brother was saying, and that was bound to eat at him later on once he was calm enough to analyze everything.
"That has nothing to do with you OR me! What do your own cubs have to do with leaving me behind?! I thought we were a team!" he shut his mouth and glared at Jiryan when his final words reached his ears, "You sure showed me. Sure showed everyone," he sneered, having waited for an attack, but it was growing clear he wasn't going to attack - not really, "Screw you, Jiryan, and screw this too," he dropped his fighting stance and walked right towards the red pelted lion, pausing only to look at his face and the damage he'd inflicted, "I won anyhow."
With those final words, he brushed past him and towards the dens - he was well aware a guard or two had seen the fight and while it hadn't been the best fight he'd ever fought it was still a win.
Why then, did it leave such a bitter taste in his mouth?
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 1:13 pm
Move: Bide
As upset as Tut was, Jiryan still couldn't find it in him to think that he had been wrong. He had left him behind for a good reason - Kat had told him this place was dangerous. Even if his father had never showed up (he could have changed his mind, and thus the outcome of the vision would not be the same) Jiryan still loved the home he had made for himself. It pained him to think that Tut had been waiting, but more to know that he was here.
He watched with a mix of pain and alarm as Tut declared himself a winner and walked away, looking despaired as he made his way towards the dens. Jiryan just stood there, lost and more upset than he could recall since coming to these lands. Like anyone in his position would do, he turned towards his den with only one thought in mind - he wanted to find his mate. As callous as Kenna could be at times, she was his mate, and she could help this hurt.
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