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 Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:02 pm
 Morag padded through the main part of the Firekin living area, a rabbit dangling from her mouth and her thoughts elsewhere as usual. Hunting was little more than a hobby at this point, something she did for multiple reasons, food being the most minor of them. Time to think, time to do something other than plot and sort through information. There was only so much a mind could take in before it needed release, time to do something other than think... even if that's what she did through most of her hunting expeditions. Go figure.
This all, of course, meant that she was not paying much attention to her surroundings. What did it matter? Most knew her by sight now and there was little danger this deep in her pride's lands. She recognized most of the lions she passed and so paid them no mind, passing by with only a nodded greeting when one was offered to her.
News from the north had been sparse lately... perhaps it was time she did something about that.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:07 pm
 Ruber's pride was still smarting from his defeat at Astrophel's paws. Never mind that this technically made them even, with one win apiece, it still hurt the red lion's pride to lose. It was something he'd done far too much of since joining the Motoujamii-Simo. Oh yes, he'd learned quite a bit in that time, but did he really have to lose so much or so badly? His attention perked up as he saw a big black and white lioness carrying a rabbit. She was handsome enough...if you overlooked the awful scar on her face. "Well there," he said, sidling up alongside the lioness. "I certainly hope it wasn't the rabbit that did that to your face. I could probably help with it though, if you wanted my advice," the red lion offered, a leer somewhat visible on his expression.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:26 pm
If that was an example of the males her pride was putting out... then the lot of them should be dragged out into the desert and castrated so the females could start fresh with new stock.
"I'm sorry." She said around her mouthful. "This rabbit is interfering with my hearing." Red eyes narrowed as Morag came to a stop, looking the red stranger up and down. He must be new blood... an outside recently joined? Someone who had yet to hear about who and what this black lioness was. That or someone had overlooked his obvious lack of a brain to have allowed him in their ranks.
Okay, perhaps he was the first male to openly... hit on her? If that was even what he was attempting to do... but even with her lack of romantic (for lack of a better word) relationship experience, that was a very, very poor attempt.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:28 pm
The rabbit was interfering with her hearing? That was odd, since the dead creature was clearly in her mouth and not her ears. Any other lion might have acknowledged the warning in the black lioness' voice. But Ruber was not any other lion.
"I was saying," he continued, unperturbed, "that you might want some assistance in training, if you were unskilled enough to take a scar like that." The red lion nodded at her scarred visage.
No, he had no idea who she was. Nor how offensive his tone and words would be to any lioness, let alone this one before him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:41 pm
Of all the insolent jackasses... that this one should happen into her path today must say something of fate and her humor. Morag lowered her head only far enough to drop her rabbit and when she lifted it, a snarl was on her maw, her tongue licking blood from her bared teeth.
"Are you simply so stupid that it leaks out of your mouth, or are you intentionally being this much of an a**?" She snapped at him, an aura of threat drawing in around her as the muscles in her neck and thick shoulders grew tight.
The problem with this direction of his was that this was not the first time it had been suggested that it had been Morag's own failure as a fighter that had nearly cost her her right eye. The whole reason she had taken that suicide mission North and earned her title had been because the dark lioness had wanted to prove herself. Both to the pride and to herself that was not a failure. Not a weak, unskilled female... The possible truth in his statement was the part that really stung and fired up Morag's latent temper. She might not be the roaring flame that some of her pride mates were, but she could get there when the occasion called for it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:43 pm
What? Why was she giving him such an angry look? Ruber didn't understand. Oh, so he'd been a little condescending, on account of the scar and her gender, but really! He hadn't been that bad!
What should he say? Hmmm...
The red lion gave the black lioness his best "come hither" look. "What do you think?" Yeah, that was safer than taking offense at being called stupid or an a**. He didn't want yet another lecture.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:54 pm
Growling, the dark lioness surged forward and shoved the red male, throwing her weight into her chest and shoulder.
"I think you're an arrogant, brainless p***k." Morag snapped. "I'm shocked you managed to survive without your mother taking care of you, let alone join this pride. Who ever lost their duel to you should be dragged out into the sands and left for the buzzards to feed on... At least then they would be useful. They were clearly too old and feeble or too useless as a fighter to keep out rogue-born trash like you. You have obviously never met a true Firekin female if you think any of them would respond well to your pathetic advances."
She fired of each word like it burned her tongue, shoving her face into his till their noses nearly touched. She hassled him with her broad chest, black claws sliding from her paws for traction on the sand.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:57 pm
Ruber was genuinely surprised when the lioness attacked him. And what was all this about being brainless and left for the buzzards? The red lion wasn't tracking everything he heard, but he caught enough to snarl in return and lash out with his own claws.
"Anyone ever told you you got a temper issue girlie?" he retorted. "Most people don't turn a conversation into a fight!"
But if it was a fight she wanted, well, then he'd give her one! And afterwards she'd have to apologize!
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:06 pm
"Welcome to the Firekin." Morag snarled at him as she gathered herself, rocking back onto her haunches when he swiped at her. "Get used to it."
Obviously, long winded speeches went right over his head. Better to keep it short and sweet, or even better yet, use her claws. Which was precisely what she did as she launched herself forward with the power she had gathered into her back legs with that maneuver, shoving her chest into his as she lashed out with her forepaws.
Okay so, maybe she shouldn't be fighting like this with another member of her pride, but he obviously needed tutoring in how to address a Firekin female. If it wasn't her that taught him, it would be someone else... she was rather glad it was her though because this was a perfect way to blow off some pent up energy.
The dark lioness used her weight to hassle him, boxing him soundly about the head and any soft area she could reach at the time. Her claws she kept mostly out of it, though there were times they scored shallow cuts. More to irritate him than actually wound.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:10 pm
Irritating little scratches definitely did their work on Ruber. Not the brightest of lions at the best of times, he was prone to letting his temper get the best of him in any fight, particularly after suffering injury.
Roaring in anger more than anything else, Ruber tried to push the black lioness off of him, but she weighed as much or more than he did - not fair at all! Gritting his teeth, he tried to catch her paws with his own, intending to lever himself up onto his hind legs using his weight against her own.
Well, that was the idea. In reality, he was not even managing to fend off her swiftly stinging attacks.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:19 pm
He might manage to rear up, she was pushing back more than down, but that would just give her a better angle at which to shove at him, biting at his neck through his thick mane.
Of course, that didn't do much good, as that was precisely what a mane was for, but it might distract him from tacking advantage of her lack of one. Meanwhile, she kept her barrage of punishing slaps, intent on beating him down into the sand. Oh, it felt good to take on someone like this, someone who could use the education... and it only made her temper flair higher the more he struck back, scoring blows on her dark hide.
She'd be bruised and sore tomorrow, but it would be so worth it... Now, if she could get him to loose his footing enough to hit the ground, she could bring this little sparing match to a swift and degrading finale.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:27 pm
Aha! This was his biggest triumph to date! Ruber had never managed to get onto his hind legs in a fight before. Oh, he'd practied the movement as a boy with his brothers, but he'd never actually been able to pull it off.
On the other paw, this different stance didn't appear to be helping him much against the black lioness' relentless attack. The red lion snarled in frustration as blow after blow kept landing. He was managing to return them. But not nearly in the same quantity, accuracy, or impact.
Not to mention that he wasn't very practiced at keeping his balance on his hind legs. Ruber lashed out with a particularly strong blow...and missed entirely, losing his balance completely. Normally he would have toppled forward, but with the lioness pushing against him, the red lion landed flat on his back with an "oof!" that signaled the abrupt exhalation of all the air in his body.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:35 pm
The sudden over balance caught even Morag by surprise and she followed him over with a snarl, landing on top of him with a grunt before she thrashed around to plant her back paws into his stomach. One forepaw landed in the sand, but the other she planted square on the side of his face, shoving his cheek into the ground as her bared teeth got up close and personal with his ear.
"You need to learn respect for women." She snarled at him, panting hard from her efforts. "Yield! Or I'll remove it."
'It' should have been fairly obvious at that point, as her back claws pricked the soft skin under the fur along his belly. She probably wouldn't actually do it, but it made a good thing to threaten a male with with. It had more weight than 'Give up or I'll keep beating you senseless."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:37 pm
This was a perfect place for the red lion to repent his chauvinistic ways and submit to the powerful black lioness on top of him. Unfortunately, Ruber simply wasn't that intelligent and was far too glued to his mindset.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded, trying to glare at her as best he could with his face being pushed into the sand by her sheer weight, not to mention her paw pushing his cheek even deeper.
"You're the crazy lioness that attacked me!" Obviously he was the innocent party here!
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:46 pm
Morag made a tch sound as she shoved his face again, keeping him pinned to the ground. Obviously, he had not learned his lesson.
"Are you an idiot? Truly?" She said, her voice rising with a sort of incredulous humor. "You insult me and just assume I'm too weak to do anything about it?" A harsh laugh broke from her as she sort of stomped a back paw, digging it into his stomach.
"You are in the Firekin now, boy. Females hold equal power here and you should learn to respect them. What is your name, anyway? Or shall I call you idiot?"
Mmm... if she learned his name, she could learn his rank and who his uppers were. It would be so delicious to have a little word with them about his conduct and training... but that would so be an abuse of her position. At least it was a bit more satisfying to do it this way.
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