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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 3:42 pm
 It hadn't taken long for Skogund to realize that he much preferred the constant push and pull of the pride as opposed to the hallowed depths of the forest. He wanted to fight, to push and be pushed in return, to feel the bite of nails against his pelt and inhale the coppery scent of blood. He was only a juvenile; even still, the urge he felt could not be ignored. He was not dark of soul or filled with unfounded rage. Skogund merely wanted to be the best. There were no ulterior motives. His father was not the greatest fighter. He didn't often come into the pride at all. Distant, methodical, Herryk thought himself above combat. Skogund thought his father ridiculous, and so he found himself circling the sparring sands in search of someone to fight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 9:39 pm
 His claws dug into the ground as he put his weight into his hind legs, crouching down as his opponent lounged towards him. He didn't stand a chance as Fyri head collided with the bottom of his jaw sending the other lion wheeling into the dirt. A quick flash of black and red and Fyri's paw was on his opponent’s throat his maw opened wise as if to rip it open. "You lose..... pathetic waste of my time," he growled lifting his paw from the throat and turning his back on his opponent. There was so few in the pride that impressed him, even fewer that he felt could even stand next to him in sparring. The other observers started to dissipate avoiding his eyes having little interest in having to deal with the lion’s eager of fighting, “hmph.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:46 am
With a calculating look in his eyes, Skogund wove his way closer to the striking lion that had just laid flat his opponent. He narrowed his eyes at the large, brutish lion. This was what Skogund wanted to be. This large, almost frightening lion. Skogund stopped his approach mere feet from the dark male, puffing himself up to look as huge as possible. "You," he squeaked ruthlessly, "I want you to teach me to fight." No, that didn't sound proper. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Teach me." Sko lifted his chin, narrowed his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:43 pm
Something was talking to him, flattened his ears as he tried to find the source of the rather high pitched voice only to find an juve cub at his feet puffing his chest out like a pouch full of hot air on a lizard. "Teach... you?" He sat down peering at the juve as if he was scrutinizing every inch of being, he wasn't something impressive other than the somewhat familiar markings around his eyes. Raising a brow he got up and slowly walked around the cub, "Why should I teach you? Your not anything to look at what makes you worthy?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 2:55 pm
Skogund knew two things. He was a b*****d of a b*****d. Simple enough. He was the b*****d of the Warlord's b*****d. That gave him some heft; at the very least it made him proud of his heritage. So what if he was a b*****d? In a pride full of them, it did not make him worthless. Skogund bristled. He did not know of any family outside of his own - he did not know of uncles or half-uncles or whatever the case may be. With a low, grumbling growl, Skogund drew himself up and stared the larger, wilder lion straight in his eyes. "I am Skogund. I am the son of Herryk of the forest, and grandson to Aesir, the Warlord." Sko watched as the large lion circled him. "And I want you to teach me how to be a brilliant fighter just like you."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 11:28 am
A deep rumble of a laugh erupted from Fyri’s lungs as the juve mentioned his so called lineage from Aesir. Fyri had little dealings with the b*****d cubs that his father produced he barely kept in contact with his own siblings but he at least had some respect for them, bastards were squirming pest. “So you’re the b*****d grandson of Aesir, no wonder why you’re a bit of a peep squeak,” he replied snorting as he sat down in front of the Skogund. Giving him a bit of a smirk, he was sort of amused by him, coming up to him and demanding him to teach him how to fight. That took a lot of stupidity but he had guts at least that was more he could say for the crowd that had left. “So Skogund, son of Herryk of the forest, and b*****d grandson to Aesir, the Warlord you to become a brilliant fighter. I may be able to teach you if you have the skills and dedication but first I have to see if your any good or just full of rotten air.” Fyri narrowed his eyes at the juve, “I can’t allow some runt tossing the name of Aesir around who can’t even stand on his own paws it would look rather bad for the rest of the family wouldn’t it? Especially to a son of the warlord.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:16 am
As opposed to looking upset by the larger lion's words, Skogund merely took a moment to think things over. He'd brought up a very good point. Skogund couldn't expect him to just take him on as a protege simply because he'd asked for such a thing - and the last thing Skogund wanted was to make such a fine warrior look bad. He didn't much care how it made his family look. He could already feel the disapproving gaze of his mother and sister - and probably his father too, fairy-blooded lion that he was. "What should I do? I'll do anything. Just tell me and I'll do it. I can prove I'm worth your knowledge and fighting ways."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 6:14 pm
Fyri stared at the Sko thinking before he spoke. He was not sure what he would want the juve to do, it was not much to ask him to simply just go and fight another juve especially if he found one that was weaker in strength or one with little skill in battle. No it would have to be something that required not brute strength alone but wits and courage. “You will have to fight me, if you can land a decent hit and I am amused then I will teach you how to fight. If you cannot then you will have to go on your way to whatever fairy dreams you have.” Fyri got to his feet and started to walk a circle around the juve he was curious in what he would do.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 6:30 pm
Skogund hemmed and hawwed for a long time, walking slow circles around the larger lion. There was a low thrum of excitement that pulsed through his veins. He was only going to get one chance at this, where should he strike? How could he lay his opponent low? Where was the other lion's weakest spot? Sko had no idea. After a long, long moment, Skogund pounced decisively, flailing slightly as he made his best attempt to snap down on the larger, stronger lion's ear.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:16 am
Fyri had sat down waiting for the juve to make his move, or if he would make a move at all. He could if he had wanted to simply flee in terror from the larger lion leaving nothing more than an even more annoyed fighter. Instead he finally pounced towards him, Fyri shifted to his right and struck out his paw at the juve keeping sure that his claws were not out to truly injury the juve.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:18 am
It wasn't so much the blow that jarred Sko, but the force with which he landed. He groaned and remained where he was for a long moment, debating his options. The youth was certain of one thing at this point - being slapped around was not fun, and it made him all the more determined to get better at this. Sko drew himself back to his feet and snarled quietly to himself. If he wanted to be able to protect himself, his siblings - his little sister Klona - then this was what he had to do. The young male allowed himself a moment of frustration before he darted forward again, this time with claws at the ready. At the last moment he leaped and made his best attempt to latch himself on to the back of the male.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 12:46 pm
Fyri didn’t even bothered to ask if the juve was ok, he wasn’t one to worry about the other’s condition nor would anyone in such fighting situations would do. There was no reason to coddle such pathetic behaviors in a Reaver anyways, though if he started to cry he would have to find someone else to teach. He remained sitting watching as the Sko’s expression as thoughts must have ran through his head though he couldn’t say. This time when Sko moved he leapt towards his back, Fyri didn’t move instead he let a low rumble form in his throat preparing to roll on his side if the juve managed to wound him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 3:07 pm
Sko was not planning on Fyri making any sort of move to roll, any sort of gesture that might take him out of harms way. In fact, up until the moment of impact, Sko was certain that he'd landed a hearty, serious blow. He couldn't have been more wrong - and in the next instant, he would certainly know what true pain felt like. When he landed on Fyri, he immediately dug his claws in and gave a small growl of victory.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 1:56 pm
As Fyri would feel the pierce of the juve's claws into his back he immediately swung his body into the ground with a heavy thud and rolled unto his back. He quickly got back onto his feet not wanting to crush the juve with his weight, or at least not too long. "Enough," Fyri growled as he sat down waiting for the juve recover from the short fight. If he continued there was a good chance that the larger lion would do more damage than he needed. "I will teach you how to fight but if I find your attitude lacking I will leave you as a teacher." He replied with a snarl, there was nothing worse than finding someone who was just lazy or lack the dedication in becoming worth something. "Your training begins tomorrow morning Skogund, meet me here at dawn and we will begin. As well you may call me Fyri, I am Arik Fyri son of Aesir the warlord." Fyri hoped that the juve wouldn't disappoint him, though is background was some what questionable in terms of born talent in fighting there was the chance he would be somewhat of worth.
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It hadn't taken long for Skogund to realize that he much preferred the constant push and pull of the pride as opposed to the hallowed depths of the forest. He wanted to fight, to push and be pushed in return, to feel the bite of nails against his pelt and inhale the coppery scent of blood. He was only a juvenile; even still, the urge he felt could not be ignored. He was not dark of soul or filled with unfounded rage.
