[CHAL] Back for more (Ragnvard x Mbaya)

[Tanakako]

Ragnvard had taken to patrolling this particular area of the forest with a certain goal in mind. Or rather, a certain lioness. He hadn't caught her name but she had very distinctive markings and he knew he would recognise her the next time they met. For there would be a next time he was sure. He had seen the spark of a fighter in her, that certain blood-thirsty edge any good reaver needed. And he wanted to be the one there when she made it into the pride.

He wanted her. She would make a fine Reaver, and if she was as ruthless as he suspected she was, he wanted her in his band.

Flicking his tail as he strode confidentially along the well-worn path he paused to sniff the air, catching a familiar scent. Ahhhh, it seemed as if he had been correct. That scent was her's, he would not have forgotten it so soon. And there was no hint of blood, so it seemed that she had healed from their last bout. Good!

Grinning he turned on the path, facing towards the scent trail, his prideland at his back. He really hoped she would challenge him again. Anticipation rippled through him at the thought of the impending fight and he flexed his claws, digging deep furrows in the earth under his paws.  

[Zosie]

Mbaya had given herself time to recover, and the idea of beating the same male had become appetising to her. There was something about him that drew her in, and she had shameless spent time searching for him. The familiar scent curled about her nostrils as she saw the flash of rust orange she had come to remember. Claws digging at the earth she pushed herself forward to duck behind him, but she wouldn't attack him from that angle. He was a strong lion and she wanted to fight him face on. Mbaya wanted to see the anger in his eyes once she had beaten him.

"Looking for me?" Her voice was silky and rugged at the same time, like she had swallowed glass and then covered it in honey. "Let's go again." Her legs splayed slightly to giver herself a better stance and she let out a low growl.

Tanakako

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[Tanakako]

Ragnvard’s smile broadened as she showed herself, turning to face her with a deep, rumbling laugh that was more purr than humour and full of bloodthirsty anticipation.

“I was starting to think you had run away.” He returned, gold eyes narrowing with dark amusement. Her cutting tongue and to-the-point manner only made him want her more strongly than before. If she could best him, he would have her. Anticipation curled through him as he shifted his stance, crouching just like she did, tail lashing behind him. Claws extended, muscles tight, he fixed her in his sight.

“Your move, Huntress.” He rumbled, his smirk challanging.

Zosie

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[Zosie]

A snarl escaping her mouth quicker than a snake about to strike, was tinged with a strange satisfaction and longing. There was something about his laugh that stirred something within her and she felt her stomach become awash with something between pleasure and anticipation.

"Run away? Me?" Cocking her head she let out a high laugh, the polar opposite to the sound of his deep rumble. Her hazel eyes narrowed to focus on the area she wanted to head for first. Perhaps the chest? He had such a strong chest. Perhaps the legs? She could cripple him for a while... maybe.

Aiming to land somewhere on his shoulders, the female trotted almost elegantly to the side of him and with a sudden sideways lunge, aimed for the muscles of the red male.

Tanakako

 

[Tanakako]

His grin only widened, lips peeling back to reveal the white of deadly sharp fangs clamped together in a tight smirk. Her snarled reply pleased him and he chuckled, a low sound barely audible. She certainly had fire in her veins, a match for any true-born Viking. She would make a fine reaver, he was sure. Thugh she did need to work on her skills a bit... His smirk deepened as he clearly watched her try and decide on her angle of attack. Well, he couldn't really blame her if her training had been subpar. She was, after all, not Stormborn and thus her training would not have been as extensive as the pride's own methods.

But skill he could work on. It was her fire and passion for the fight that drew him in. as that couldn't be taught... and as such was a rare and precious discovery.

As she trotted in closer and lunged he slid out from under her attack with ease, almost casually spinning away and swiping at her supporting front leg as he moved, intending to take her dawn and lay her flat. After all it was never too soon for her first proper lesson. But he misjudged and wasn't able to put his full weight into the swipe though did manage to snag her limb with outstretched claws.

Zosie

 

[Zosie]

As she failed to hold the male with her full weight, she could feel a flurry of frustration flutter through her body in a hot flash, though she ignored it. Mbaya was familiar with frustration and anger becoming a hinderence during a fight, and she didn't need that now. She wanted it. What the female did not want, was a repeat of their last fight.

She held in a low giggle as the male misjudged his next movement and ended up swiping her with his claws instead of doing some more significant damage. His claws however, left a stinging trail that began to slowly blossom with blood, though it was a minor injury. Biting her tongue, she held back for a moment, moving backwards onto her legs.

Did he think she was so predictable? Perhaps she was/ She wasn't like these lions, she hadn't had a military upbringing, training of any kind or even siblings that wanted to spar when she was younger... though Mbaya tried not to think of those long forgotten times. Lurching suddenly to the left, she aimed a paw at his neck, before dodgy at the last minute to the right and throwing her weight into a strike aimed somewhere towards the male's upper body.

A risky move

Tanakako

How... does a whole year go by? ;;