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 Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:01 pm
 Thema was sprawling on one of her favorite perches. Well, new favorite perches. A dulled spire of dark stone had been revealed by the relatively recent rain and more recent sandstorms. It stabbed out of a low rise of sand - what had once been a larger dune, and afforded a nice enough view of the immediate area. A scratching noise mildly disturbed the air as she drew her claws over a ridge in the stone. Her days off hunting were both boring and enjoyable. It was nice to just be bored from time to time. Restful.
Of course, that didn't mean she wouldn't mind company. From where she lay resting she could keep an eye on many others in the pride. Once strangers, many had become close allies, if not friends. One in particular was missing from the pack of lions lazing about, but she would see him later. Soldiers had duties after all.
With the same paw she'd been scraping at the rock with she scooped up a loose pebble and patted it gingerly over the top of the stone. It clattered about as she smacked it back and forth, then with a swat she sent it flying to thud mutely into the sand.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:41 pm
ShinosBee Sorry I misspoke, he's a juvenile in this, not a cub.  Some might have said he was too young to apply to be the Legate, but Plamen wasn't going to let that stop him. The young male had shown up for an interview which was exactly what he'd gotten. She hadn't told him that he was too young to apply, but had taken his application seriously. Or at least she appeared to to him. Whatever she had thought of the interview, the Legate had given him a task and three days. Plamen had left when she dismissed him, determined right then to start.
His short legs had carried him straight for the training grounds. He knew that lions always came there to spar. Several times he'd watched without really trying to join in. Now he was. With determination, he marched up to the training grounds. The bigger lions, particularly the males, bustled around doing their thing. Most didn't notice the bright red male under their noses. A couple females shooed him out of the way before he could explain why he was there. Plamen frowned. Sure he could find someone to spar with him.
His tan eyes caught sight of a dull red coat sitting a sort distance from the official grounds. He would find someone to spar with. Plamen turned and made beeline toward the lioness. "Excuse me, I'm trying to apply for Legate, and she told me to find a spar partner for three days, and would you spar with me please?" He got his explanation out in a rush before she could tell him no or to run along. If she didn't agree, he wasn't sure what he'd do. Going to sit in the middle of a circle until he was noticed seemed rather childish.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 6:13 pm
Thema was more often than not content to watch the sparring over joining in. She wasn't exactly as cut-from-stone as most of the native-born firekin were. They were utterly massive next to her. But then again, she'd always, always been fairly scrappy, and could take a hit and keep coming better than some. Now and then, when she had enough energy or anger to burn, she really did enjoy the fighting scene.
Of course, being propositioned by a juvenile (and one after the Legate at that!) to tussle wasn't exactly typical. Though only half grown, he was already about two thirds of her size. And he seemed terribly hopeful. Nothing about him seemed to be lying - he seemed young, of course, but plenty of younglings began apprenticing this early. And if he'd been given a task...and he HAD asked so very nicely...With a grunt she hefted herself up from the rock, shaking a puff of sand out of her fur. "I suppose I could give you a paw, kid. Legate huh? Reaching high for your age, but no harm in that." She stepped down from her perch, leading the male along to one of the empty areas that wasn't occupied by tussling pairs. "I'll give you fair warning - I'm obviously not Firekin born. You'll probably knock me tail over ears and get tired of tussling with me, but I promise not to go easy on you, aye?"
She slowed to a stop near the center of the ring and turned to smile at him, completely open and friendly in demeanor. "By the way, I'm Thema. What's your name, kid?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:54 pm
ShinosBee Want to roll a few rounds for their spar?
The bright male looked at her with dignity. "You are Firekin or you wouldn't be here." That was that in his mind. If you had the right colors on your pelt, and you lived here, then you were Firekin. He nodded. "I wouldn't ask you to go easy. I don't think the Legate would want you too either. That'd be like cheating wouldn't it?" No that would not win him any points. "I'm Plamen. It's nice to meet you Thema, and thank you."
He grinned, then remembered he was here to spar. The young male crouched down slightly as he prepared for the match to start. Plamen tried to think like the soldiers he'd watched. Some seemed like they could predict what their opponent would do. He eyed the lioness over carefully. She was right in that she was smaller than a normal firekin. He'd lucked out there size wise. However, that meant her mind had to be more cunning to make up for it. What would she do? Honestly he had no idea.
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ShinosBee generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:39 pm
magnadearel Sure. Standard rules? Five rolls a pop, 1-3? Or shorter, maybe three rolls each?
She jogged into the ring with the young male, dropping into a mirroring crouch. She obviously didn't plan on hurting the cub, but it'd be a bit shameful for them both if she really went easy on him. Before he could move, but after a long enough pause that they both should have been ready, she sprang forward, paws out wide to slap inwards at his noggin as she quickly closed the distance between them. Once he was grown he'd have size and weight, but maybe she could be faster. Then again, maybe not. It still took quite some force to bring down prey beasts, and her limbs were strong enough to connect with a solid blow somewhere on the red male's body.
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magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:22 pm
ShinosBee I'd say shorter? XD He's only a juv lol. I'd go with 3 rolls each.
Despite being knocked around he reached out with a paw. It had no force. Plamen tried to shake his head. She'd really hit him! And he was going to do.... what? Love tap her back? He needed to get into the game here! Ok he was nearly as big as she was, maybe he could pin her down. The bright red male got to his feet. He ran and tried to bounce to give himself the height he needed to land on her back. That was the plan until he fell face first into the sand. He realized sand did not make a good bouncing base, too soft.Rolls: 1(miss),
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ShinosBee generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:04 pm
magnadearel Oh man I'm sorry she's pickin' on hiiiim! D:
She rolled off him and backed towards the edge of the ring, circling while he regained his feet. Just because she wasn't supposed to go easy didn't mean that she had to kick him (again) while he was down. She'd let him get his feet under him and keep it as even as things could reasonably be. In her old home she'd have plucked him up her self and made sure he was fine...but there were others around, great hulking soldiers, and no doubt that they wouldn't do that for him. She had to be hard on him, a little. It didn't mean she didn't feel a bit bad though.
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magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:14 pm
ShinosBee Hahhah don't be! This is perfect, it'll show him he's not soldier material and lead to his joining the water seekers instead. <3
With his limbs sorted out, he juv was ready for the next round. He crouched again. Mindful this time of the sand and its dangerous properties. He'd never appreciated that before. As she circled he stalked her. She was quick. He left deep divots in the ground with each step, hoping to catch her sort of the same way if she crossed that spot in the ring. With his trap set, Plamen gave a rush for her. There was no finesse in his plan or his movements. He wanted to catch her in the trap, but to do so he needed to drive her toward it. The male wasn't thinking about attacking when he should have been.
Rolls: 1(miss), 1(miss) (we can tell who hasn't been practicing! XD )
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ShinosBee generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 7:01 pm
magnadearel Awww. Well I wasn't sure if he seriously was going for Legate or not, so I feel a bit better I guess knowing it wasn't meant to be?
Maybe now what he needed was a little boost to his morale. An open shot (though she'd do her best not to make it too obvious.) She finished her sidestepping motion and let swing a lazy swipe. Even if it landed, it'd be little more than a glancing blow, aimed for his rump. She really shouldn't be going easy...but then, he was still just a kid. And she hadn't been raised to beat up kids.
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magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 7:11 pm
ShinosBee Naw he's too young. It was just a temp position while the Legate had her babies. He heard of the opening and decided to apply. XD Kael wanted a plot with a youth trying.
However, out of her reach also meant she was out of his reach. Plamen ran past before he could even think of anything to do. By the time he'd slowed and stopped he was out of the ring. He turned back to her with a rueful shake of his head. "I think I may need to learn how to do this before I challenge you again Thema. Thank you for the spar." He dipped his head respectfully. The Legate was going to be very disappointed with him.
A tiny thought occurred to him. The Legate wasn't here. She hadn't seen what really went on. He could perhaps embellish it a little bit. Plamen tilted his head then sighed. No there was witnesses and she could easily ask Thema how it went. He'd have to tell her of his utter failure.
Rolls: 1(miss), 1(miss), 1(miss) Plamen lost!
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