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troll toll rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 1, 3, 1
Total: 7 (5-20)
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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 11:44 am
Gaved was not having a very happy time at home. No indeed. Since he had been fool enough to stay home instead of going on the viking, the only way for him to get out of the den was to patrol the borders.
Which he was doing now.
The lion was currently surveying his area of the border with a sincerely disgruntled expression. If anyone approached him, they had better be a challenger for their own sake. He was too impatient to bother trying to capture a thrall right now. Why, he had captured Badoura on Dalla's orders and been chewed out for beating the lioness in the process. It wasn't as though he had placed a paw on the lioness other than to knock her down and demand she give up! No! But that was too much for Dalla, Dalla who apparently believed it was possible to capture a lioness without so much as touching her.
No. No more thralls. If any more stupid outlanders wandered up not knowing where they were, Gaved would kill them rather than capture them.
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bipolar bee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 1, 4, 2
Total: 12 (5-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 11:45 am
Quote:  Sakhr was tired of traveling. He knew that the girls were tired - he himself was exhausted. More tired than he'd ever been in his life, truthfully. They'd been well-fed throughout the trip, but sleep did not come easy. Having to constantly sleep with one eye open was quickly starting to take its toll on Sakhr. He just wanted to get them all to safety - and the courageous warrior-pride he'd heard word of had seemed the best place to start. At least there they would all be safe. Peace was a precious commodity. More than anything, Sakhr merely wished to live out the remainder of his days with Parmelia by his side - the two of them, and only the two of them - in wedded bliss. Or something to that effect. Tucking the three females safely to the side, Sakhr nervously licked his lips and let out a boisterous roar. The challenge was issued. Quote:  Parmelia was exhausted. She'd never really been the most active female; Sakhr had catered to her non-stop, and for that he'd been ridiculed. A female's place was to serve, or so she'd been taught, and while she could agree with that sentiment to a certain extent, Parmelia had not been fond of the thought of sharing Sakhr with other females. Thankfully for her, Sakhr had shared the sentiment. Both of them being related to a large hunk of the pride had certainly been a blessing in disguise. When Sakhr had been bullied into leaving the pride in search of an outside female to bring home, they'd concocted a plan - one that would give them freedom from the oppression they'd been faced with in the pride. Huddled in exhaustion next to her dearest friend Alouette, Parmelia glanced towards her niece. Poor Tasnim. "Keep out of sight. We don't want to distract Sakhr. This is the only chance we have for protection - if he fails..." She let the sentence taper off, unwilling to finish it. Quote:  Alouette had been born into a life that she had never quite fit into. She was an inept huntress and would rather be pandered to day and night - such was not the life of an everyday banu. She was often jealous of the happiness her best friend had found with her cousin, and though she'd been happy in the pride, having a constant supply of relatives hadn't left much for her to choose from as far as pads went. Living with her father and mother had been a troublesome thing; Koko had been upset with the state of affairs at home, and truthfully she was not keen on sending her daughters off. It had been rather difficult for Alouette to make the decision to follow her cousin and dear friend, but in truth? There were simply no options left for her in the pride. As Sakhr let out a roar, Alouette turned to Parmelia before glancing at Tasnim. She sighed, then settled back to watch how everything played out.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 11:18 am
Gaved  A roar of challenge startled Gaved out of his brooding. He leapt to his paws and glared over in the direction the roar had come from, ready to face the intruder. And the intruder was... A dark male lion that would probably put up a fine fight, and about a thousand females ineptly trying to stay out of sight. Gods help him. Gaved groaned, resigning himself to yet another trying day. He stalked towards the strange male, snarling. "If you're here to challenge me, stranger, you had better win. I'm in no mood to take your gaggle of hens if I beat you." Tasnim  Although Tasnim was hanging back with the other females, she couldn't help wincing when Sakhr let out that roar. She had grown attached to Sakhr and the girls on their travels, and it made her terribly anxious that he was about to do battle for them. What if he lost? What if that extremely ill-tempered-looking brown lion stomping towards him now ran them all off? Home was so very far away, and while she had been raised in a harem now that she had tasted a life outside Tasnim had a hard time believing that Sakhr could take care of them all on his own. "I hope he doesn't fail," Tasnim said fervently. "He mustn't."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 11:33 am
Sakhr Sakhr's mouth went dry when he was faced with the dire reality of their situation. Perhaps this hadn't been such a good idea. Perhaps this had, in fact, been the worst idea - because now it seemed that he had just put his gaggle of girls on the line, as well. Most importantly, he'd put Parmelia in danger. A strange, serene calm overtook him as he warred with his options. He could turn now and move back home - but that wasn't really an option. Sakhr would never go back. Jolted into action by the threat that the other lion had issued, Sakhr darted forward, actively lashing out in hopes of catching the mean-looking brute of a lion across the head. Parmelia Parmelia gasped as Sakhr darted forward with a speed she'd never before witnessed. She couldn't help the way she winced back, burying her face against Tasnim's shoulder just before possible impact. What had they been thinking? Had it really meant that much to them to seek a way out of their home pride? Was Sakhr really this willing to fight for their freedom? The look she'd witnessed on her beloved's face an instant before he attacked told her yes, he was willing to fight for their freedom - for their right to live as they chose, without worry. "I can't watch," she whispered against her cousin's pale fur. Alouette While Parmelia was burying her face in Tasnim's fur, Alouette was much more interested in the lion that had met her cousin's challenge. He was a brute - that much was certain - and for a moment she had to wonder if there were more lions like this within the pride. Perhaps one of them might fancy a wife that they could spoil rotten. Idly patting a paw against Parmelia's shoulder, Alouette was soon lost in her thoughts of a fine wedding, a strong husband, and a life where she would be treated the way she deserved - like a lady. "There, there," she whispered in distraction. "Sakhr is strong - he will do fine."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 11:46 am
Gaved The thoughts of dealing with this passel of lionesses were haunting. What was he supposed to do with them, exactly? He couldn't very well let them all go. The other Reavers would think him a fool. No, he would have to capture them and herd them back. And be upbraided by Dalla for the rest of his miserable life. They probably wouldn't make it easy on him and run, either. No. They would be weeping and wailing and carrying on, and -- The dark lion's blow sent him reeling. It had been stupid to allow himself to be distracted. Forgetting the lionesses, Gaved staggered round and bared his teeth at the stranger. Then he leapt. It was a bit uncoordinated considering his brain was a bit rattled, but his claws were extended and at the ready. Tasnim Tasnim had never seen two lions fight before. Not actual fighting. She leaned into Parmelia, grateful for her aunt's comforting presence. The vicious-looking brown lion looked like he could have any of the girls for lunch if Sakhr didn't beat him. And Sakhr looked much stronger and more intimidating than Tasnim had ever imagined he could. She had never been so happy to be a female, and exempt from the bitter brawling that Sakhr and the stranger were currently engaged in. "Alouette's fight, he'll be fine," Tasnim said soothingly, but she was worried. What if the brown lion killed Sakhr? "If that other lion beats him, we can always try again another day." She wasn't sure if that was the case at all, but she thought it might make Parmelia feel better.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 4:43 pm
Sakhr Sakhr wasn't able to dodge the male's attack, but he was able to deflect well enough. He felt the briefest pull of claws against his coat, but it was not enough to stop him. Threatened by the possibility of losing all of the girls - of losing Parmelia, his cousin, and Parmelia's niece - Sakhr could not afford to make failure an option. Not now. Not when they'd come so far. Not when they were almost free. He couldn't let them down. He wouldn't let them down. This fight was too important. Their freedom counted on it. Sakhr went in on the attack once more, teeth flashing as he made his best attempt at getting a mouthful of the lion's flesh that was protected by mane. Parmelia Parmelia knew how much this meant to the small group of them. Being accepted into this pride meant no more running, no more hiding. It meant that they would be taken into the fold, protected by the others that called this pride home. They could start a family, if they so desired. All of them. Tasnim, Alouette, too. This was the opportunity for a new, fresh start without all the regulations and sadness that most families back home seemed to feel. Parmelia wanted that fresh start so badly that it burned her from within. Alouette ...and surely a big strong male would want a lovely lioness such as herself, one that knew how to treat her male. She would have made such a lovely banu back home. Truly. However she had been cursed - being related to so much of the pride was really not such a grand option for a lioness. She knew how to daintily eat food, how to speak to a male in such a way that made him feel as if he were the grandest male alive. She knew how to do all of those things. "Bite him, Sakhr!" She shrilled, desperate now for admittance into the pride. She could tell there were husbands just waiting for wives - and she wanted into the pride like yesterday.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 4:56 pm
Gaved Gods, that hurt. Gaved roared in pain, ripping himself away from the stranger's jaws. His thick mane protected him from having his throat torn out, but the wound was still agonizing. He could feel the blood beginning to wet his fur. It was time to end this before he became dizzy and was set upon by this ravening horde of lionesses. Gods' balls, one of them was actually baying for his blood. He hated all lionesses. Forever. Gaved lunged at the stranger again, seeking to rip some furrows in his pretty hide. The painful bite on the side of his neck was slowing him down, but if the outlander was going to beat him Gaved would at least give him some scars to wear. Tasnim Tasnim shot Alouette a look. She understood that the fight was desperate, but she didn't think it was very seemly for lionesses to egg lions on like that. Looking at the way the blood was matting the brown lion's mane, she didn't think it was very seemly at all."I hope this isn't the way things normally go here," Tasnim said faintly. "I don't want to see fights like this every day." The sight of the lion's blood combined with her fears for Sakhr were starting to turn her stomach.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:42 am
Sakhr Sakhr's heart was pounding with adrenaline. There had been idle spars back home, but nothing like this. He'd never had to fight like this - for the livelihood of Parmelia, the safety of Alouette, the well-being of Tasnim. This was more than pride, and each bite of the other male's claws reminded him that he had to be the victor in this fight. He had to. Letting out a howl of agony when claws dug into his flesh, breaking the skin and leaving a bloody mess behind, Sakhr dove once more into action, swiping and slashing at his large opponent. Parmelia Parmelia had to fight the urge to run, to never look back. Spots colored the backs of her eyelids as she buried her face more fully against her niece's shoulder. Poor Tasnim. Alouette, on the other hand, was acting like a beast herself as she called for blood. Sakhr would be fine. He would succeed and they would be free to enter the pride, to settle down and find their own way in life. When she heard his yowl of pain, Parmelia let out a soft cry. It muffled against Tasnim's shoulder. She couldn't bear to watch, but she couldn't afford not to, at this point. If Sakhr fell, it would be up to her to order the other girls to run. Drawing away from her niece, Parmelia's odd-colored eyes locked on Sakhr's fighting form. Alouette Alouette, while considering herself a lady, was too busy mimicking Sakhr's actions. A delicate paw swept forward as she mimed swiping out just as Sakhr did. Her teeth were gnashing, as well, and in truth she could not care less as to what the others thought of her. She wanted in the pride where she could be pampered and well-kept. It was not such a terrible thing, really, considering where they'd come from. "He's doing good, Parmelia. Don't you fret, dearest friend. You'll see. We'll be -- fantastic hit, cousin! -- we'll be in soon enough. Don't let Sakhr see you upset!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:02 am
Gaved The challenger's howls of pain rang pleasantly in Gaved's ears. Unfortunately, he hadn't wounded the other lion badly enough to make him yield. Or maybe fortunately, considering all those damnable females. Gaved withstood the stranger's onslaught for a moment, snarling as the other male's claws ripped into his shoulder. But he was losing strength quickly, and he knew he wouldn't be able to fight back for much longer. Enough, then. The brown lion dodged back, out of range of his challenger's claws. "Enough!" He roared. He would not say the words I yield to an outlander. Never. "Enough. You have proven yourself. You and your ... females ... are welcome here." Welcomed by the rest of the pride maybe, but not so welcome to Gaved. He cast a deeply suspicious look at each of the lionesses in turn. Tasnim Sakhr's bellows of pain made Tasnim cringe. She couldn't understand why Alouette was so calm. This wasn't the type of thing good banus were used to seeing! When Parmelia drew away she couldn't help whimpering softly to herself. The brown lion was looking very battered, but that wound torn in Sakhr's poor flesh looked terrible as well. She only hoped that one or the other of the lions gave in before both were maimed. When the brown lion stepped back and grudgingly offered a welcome, Tasnim heaved a sigh of relief. She wanted to ask him what they were to do next, but he looked too intimidating to speak to. Instead she looked to Sakhr, waiting for him to make the next move.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 11:26 am
Sakhr Sakhr was just about to deliver another hearty blow to his opponent's face when he admitted defeat. Instead of lashing out, Sakhr just stood there with his paw hovering in the air, a curious tilt to his head as he realized what the dark lion said. When comprehension finally washed over him, Sakhr let out a loud whoop before he spun and ran towards Parmelia. "We did it!" He tackled her in his glee, forelegs wrapping around her as he tumbled Parmelia back. "We're safe. We're home." He let those words sink in. "Home." It had a nice ring to it. Parmelia Sakhr was usually rather quiet and purposeful, but when he ran towards her, Parmelia wasn't sure what to expect. He looked so happy, and her heart sang. They were home. They were safe. They would be protected now that they were in the fold - or so Parmelia hoped. This band of warriors had been their final option. If Sakhr had lost - if they'd been turned away - it would have only meant time wasted. More time for any follower to use against them. No longer. They were home. They could start the lives they'd yearned to. Parmelia laughed robustly as Sakhr tumbled her back, rasping her rough tongue against his cheek. Home. Alouette Excellent! Alouette took a brief moment to smile at her cousin's glee, at the warm glow of happiness that lit the depths of Parmelia's odd eyes. It was a blessing. A true blessing, and Alouette could recognize that. This would be their new home - and the silver lioness was eager to learn all that she could about it. "He did it, Tasnim," she chirped proudly to the pale, gentle lioness beside her. "We're home. Home!" Alouette glanced towards the dark stranger. Introductions were in order! "I am Alouette! Sakhr, Parmelia," she pointed to each in turn, "and this is Tasnim." Alouette beamed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:38 pm
Gaved Gaved watched the foreign lion slobber all over the lionesses with a look of revulsion on his face. Great. Not only had he lost to an outlander, he had lost to some flower-blooded outlander that clearly didn't realize he was embarrassing himself. He wanted to stomp back to the pride and have Stygg tend to his wounds (Dalla would likely be sorry that he had survived), but he had some obligation to show these strangers in. He didn't want to talk to them, though. Gaved bore up under Alouette's yapping with a grimace. "I'm Gaved Thorgrimsson. Well, Alouette, Parmelia, and Tasnim, I hope Sakhr intends to deal with all of you. I have no use for more females in my den." He lashed his tail irritably. He hoped this Alouette had no intention of becoming friendly with him. "Stop your carrying on and follow me, Sakhr. Lionesses." With that he turned and began to stomp back towards the pride's lands. A bit stiffly, to be sure, but made an effort to stomp rather than limp. He had his pride. Tasnim Tasnim hadn't expected the brown lion to be friendly, but she wilted a bit when he snapped at Alouette. She wanted a husband just as much as Alouette, but she didn't want one as surly as that big brute. She hoped the lion with the funny name wasn't representative of all the males in the pride. She had to admit, it was kind of appealing seeing the two males battle over the females (now that it was over, at least), but she hoped her future husband would be a bit more soft-spoken. Tasnim waited for the others to move before falling in beside Alouette. Parmelia had nothing to worry about, but she and Alouette still needed husbands. "I hope they're not all as fussy as that Gaved lion," she muttered.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:10 am
Sakhr Sakhr rolled his eyes blatantly at the arse end of the retreating lion, shaking his head only after helping Parmelia back to her feet. "After you, ladies," he rumbled happily, nuzzling Parmelia's cheek as he smiled broadly. It was easy to ignore the pain in his flank - for now - as the discomfort was tempered by the utter excitement that brightened his mood. "Welcome home." Parmelia Parmelia, while excited to have found a safe home for the lot of them, wasn't entirely sure what to make of the male's comment. She didn't want to upset the others, and so she kept her silence for now. Most of all, Parmelia did not want to upset Sakhr. She'd never seen him this happy before, and it was a welcome change to the otherwise staid and quite male. Alouette Alouette glanced down at Tasnim, slumping slightly in response to the pale lioness. "Honestly." She lowered her voice as she followed after the others, muttering a quiet, "I hope we haven't made a mistake," beneath her breath as they moved. All she knew was that she could never survive on her own, so if this pride was terrible and full of grouchy brutes, well. She was stuck.
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