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Ravvlet rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 1, 2, 1
Total: 6 (5-20)
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 Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 6:53 pm
Basi had heard about the Myrsk- Merski- Miresky- the Stormborn. They were known for their rather extensive skills in the ravaging and pillaging department, sowning pain and ruin wherever they went. Taking a** and kicking names. Something like that, anyway. They sounded like a pretty righteous set of bras to the definitely-not-fuschia-colored lion. He had also heard that sometimes, they allowed outsiders to join their ranks... if they were man enough. Let it never be said that Basi's cojones lacked fortitude. He found himself making his way through the treacherous cliffs that he was fairly certain the pride called 'home'. The roaring sound of the nearby fjord nearly deafened him, and he hunkered down against the rock, climbing up one foothold at a time. He only had one question on his mind. Yo, where my lions at?
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bipolar bee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 2, 3, 3
Total: 16 (5-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:01 pm
Daska carried himself with a vast sort of tortured self-importance, and if there was one thing that could be said about him, it was the simple fact that he looked like the hugest douchebag that ever lived. He approached the ridiculous looking challenger with a bored look, mouth wrenching to the side. He really didn't want to have to get close enough to touch the other male (he did so despise being touched) but it was his turn up on patrol which meant that seducing the ladies with his red room of horror (and many varied pleasure-toys) would have to wait. Besides, it wasn't like he was finished painting the inner walls of his den yet. That sort of paint-job took a lot of blood. A lot of blood. "Do you come to challenge the Stormborn?" He sounded almost bored.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:52 pm
Basi looked up at the sound of a voice. A very masculine-colored, sort of many-shades-of-grey lion was looking down on him. His manly black mane waved in the breeze in a way that could only be described as totally bodacious. His knowing, deep blue eyes held contempt the way an elephants bowels could hold a lot of -
"s**t." Basi's own mane clung to him sort of pathetically, but he flipped it back over his shoulder with a paw, shrugging to pop up a few layers around his neck. He had to show these guys just how many popped lion manes cool he was.
"That is, s**t yeah, bra. Are you ready to pick up what I am putting down?" He leapt forward, intent on wrapping his claws around the other lion's neck and burying his face in that silken mane, to sink his teeth into the muscle underneath.
No homo.
He sailed through the air, easily missing his mark and instead catching a faceful cliff; filling his maw with a fine pate of dead grass, soil, and seagull s**t.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 9:28 am
Daska really had no idea what the other lion was talking about, with his bright orange cheeks and ghastly pink pelt. It was rather pathetic that he had to waste his time on such a fool - especially such a horrible fighter - but Daska knew that he had to tend to certain duties lest he be looked upon as a lazeabout. Daska was not a lazeabout, but Daska did have other things he'd rather be doing, and fighting a lion that smelled of seagull s**t thanks to his recent intimate encounter with the dirt, well - it was not high on his list of priorities. However, catching sight of that lusciously curved pink bottom high in the air had Daska intrigued, and he sidled up to the other lion in order to firmly plant a hearty thwack against the other male's backside. Kind of homo, no lie.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 11:13 pm
Basi was busy trying to dig his face out of s**t-pasted rocks when the other lion decided to desecrate his derrière.
"WHOA BRA, NOT COOL," he sputtered, finally righting himself. Oh man, this was intense. Ok, float like a butterfly, sting like a....like a cobra. Because bees were lame and tiny. He pranced from foot to foot, shifting his weight and faking from side to side.
"Yeah bra, yeah, just gettin' started, gettin' PUMPED. DO YOU FEEL ME?" He charged the other lion, but slipped on the uncertain footing and ended up just stumbling to the ground past him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 10:09 am
Daska wasn't sure what the ridiculous lion was trying to prove, but he looked even sillier than he had moments before thanks to the s**t and pebbles that clung to his face like s**t-crusted freckles. It seemed to Daska that the lion was just aching to be mounted and dominated - two things that Daska was extremely good at. Mounting and dominating. He sidestepped the lion and gave him a strange look, moving up behind Basi with a purr in his voice. "Oh, I feel you." Against his better judgement, Daska (who hated physical contact) reached out a paw to trail along Basi's back. Yeah, a little homo. Maybe even more than a little.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:56 pm
Basi blinked.
Stared at Daska.
Blinked again.
Things had taken a turn. Like, you know. Sideways. Crooked. Not straight. It was disorienting to his orientation. What was going on? And then, the truly burning question on his mind-
Would he be gentle?
"Look bra I just wanted you know like." He paused. "Like, beat you up and stuff, and then we can be cool. Cool like. Something really cold, right bra? Why don't you get your paws off me-" he begged, baring his teeth a little.
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