[SRP-VIKING] Brothers at War (Ronan, Ragnvard & Kyoko)

[Tanakako]

Ragnvard snarled, aiming a vicious swipe at the furious female. Her gorgeous dark fur was marked with streaks of blood, some of the wounds had to hurt badly and yet she showed absolutely no fear, nor seemed to feel the pain he knew she had to be suffering. His own coat was splattered with blood. His blood. And the fresh wounds stung sharply as sweat and dust got into them. She had traded back every attack he metered out, and she showed no signs of submitting any time soon. He had been forced to leap backwards away from her fangs several times, or risk a more grievous injury. Who ever had taught her to fight, had done a very good job of it. It made him want her all the more.

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Kyoko couldn’t believe the utter nerve of the male! Not only had she flat out refused his advances, and evaded his attack when he had tried to force her, now he seemed intent on killing them both. And she would die before she submitted to whatever it was he seemed hell-bent on obtaining from her, and preferably, she would take him down with her! Fury rose up and filled her snarling grown, making the tones tremble in her throat with the force of her outrage. Lunging she lashed out at him again, feeling some small satisfaction when her claws sunk deep and fresh blood spilled to matt his fur.

“LEAVE! OR I WILL KILL YOU!” She screamed, enraged beyond all endurance, so livid that she had no more restraint and simply charged him as if she were a male, fangs and claws ripping and tearing.

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Ronan had left Lucivar’s band several hours ago. He was in no mood for company and they had all agreed to meet up that evening. So far their raid had come up empty-pawed. Not that he really cared. For once the prospect of a fight did not stir him, too caught up in his private thoughts.

Thoughts of that blasted green female.

He could not get her out of his head and it was slowly driving him mad. He wasn’t even sure why… She had ignored him the first time they had met, and he had barely glimpsed her the second, for she had dragged her brother off with a vengeance, apparently to give him a good haranguing in private. She had shown no fear, storming into the training grounds and commanding her brother’s appearance. Unlike most females she had treated the reavers simply as ordinary lions, despite only being a freeborn herself.

That much he had gotten out of Aksel later… For he had been sure she had to be a reaver, for as bold as she was.

Huffing he slapped a stone out of his way. All of a sudden he jerked his head up, certain he had heard something….  

[Tanakako]

Ragnvard hissed as her claws struck true once again, feeling fresh blood spill from the lacerations. Lunging again he struggled to close his powerful jaws on the back of her neck, unable to get under her as she was a fair bit smaller than him, but she kept twisting out of his grip, hunching a shoulder to deny him a sideways bite in a move that he thought particularly cleaver, even if right then he hadn’t the time to admire her unexpected combat skills.

Suddenly she roared and charged him. The move was so uncharacteristic from a female that he simply sat back on his haunches in surprise, barely remembering to fend off her fangs. Twisting to the side as her claws once again raked down his torn shoulders, he roared in return, swiping her across the face with his massive paw to drive her back

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Kyoko didn’t stop, but just kept coming at him. Her roars were full of rage and fury, her movements now fuelled less by strategy than by her indignation. So incensed was she at his behaviour, his attempt to kidnap her, that she was far beyond any rational thought. Instead she charged again, ignoring his retaliating swipes as she sought to drive him away, claws and fangs stained by his blood.

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Ronan could hear the distant sounds of battle, and while ordinarily he wouldn’t interfere, he thought he recognised the deeper voice.

Ragnvard…

Growling low himself he launched his powerful body forwards, racing flat out towards the dust-cloud on the horizon that indicated where the battle was taking place.  

[Tanakako]

Her attack forced Ragnvard to backpedal quickly, momentarily thrown off balance by her vicious and completely unexpected attack. But he wasn’t a Captain of the Stormborn because of his good looks alone and as quickly as she had turned the tide of battle, he righted it. Taking a direct swipe of razor sharp claws, sacrificing a good chunk of skin for the advantage of balance, he suddenly lunged forwards, barreling into her with his full weight, sending her flying backwards and more importantly, off her paws. Seizing the opening he pounced, fangs closing round her throat as she thrashed under him, her claws raking painfully along his flanks and belly, but his hold was secure, rapidly squeezing the life from her.

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The attack had taken Kyoko completely by surprise. Normally a skilled and smart fighter, she had lost her temper and made a mistake. She had stopped fighting her way, stopped using her advantage of light weight and speed against the heavier, slower male. She knew she could not match up to him in power and yet, she had forgotten, briefly, her most sacred rule.

The sudden impact had thrown her back so violently that her head struck the ground with enough force to stun her for a second. Enough time for the male to get the grip he had been seeking. Trying to roar her fury, the sound came out as a choked growl, her breathing rough and frantic as she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs past the restriction of her attacker’s fangs. Clawing desperately at him she fought as hard as she was able, twisting her body about so violently the rocks under her opened up fresh wounds.

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Another roar exploded from his open maw as he recognised the shape of his brother through the dust cloud raised by the combatants. At that exact moment he saw Ragnvard gain the upper hand, driving his opponent to the ground and clamping down on the unprotected throat of the stranger.

Unprotected.. no mane.. Either it was a leopard, or a lioness.

Barely even recognising the thoughts that flitted past his consciousness, Ronan roared again and with a burst of speed, shrank the distance between himself and the struggling pair, slamming into Ragnvard’s unprotected side with a sickening impact that staggered both huge males.  

[Tanakako]

The impact of Ronan’s charge sent Ragnvard tumbling over the lioness’ prone body, tearing her loose from his grip. Crambling to his paws with a furious roar he rounded on the invader, only to find his brother stood over his prize. Another roar ripped form his chest, this time full of true rage. The sight of his brother sending him over the edge. Loosing all control he flung himself at Ronan like a mad thing, claws and fangs ripping at his brother with a violent fury.

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Suddenly able to drag in a deep, coughing breath she barely felt the impact of the two massive, muscular bodies over her. Only dimly recognising that another lion had shown up. Another stranger. The only thing Kyoko knew was that she had to get away from them. Not only was she in danger of being crushed or trampled under their weight, but as soon as one bested the other, the winner would no doubt try for her again.

With more effort than as pretty she dragged herself painfully away from the two struggling males. Their roars shattering the air about her like a physical blow as their struggles made the earth groan with each impact.

Once finally out of direct reach she dragged her battered and bruised body to her paws, staggering away as far as she was able, a few paces at first, as she fought against the pain in her throat to get enough breath.

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The roar of blood in his veins was a drum beat in his head, shutting out all sound but the glorious thick thud of bodies impacting. The rending, tearing sound of claws and fangs and the harsh grunts of panted breath as the two males wrestled, each trying to gain the upper hand in order to land a killing blow.

Blood streamed from his sides and face, blinding him in one eye with a mix of blood, dust and sweat. After a brief but savage scuffle the two males broke away from each other. Harsh panted growls filling the air with a vibration that merged and expanded. Until the very air about them seemed full of palpable rage.

“Ragnvard…. “ He sneered in disgust.  

[Tanakako]

”Ronan….” Ragnvard growled back, the same edge of contempt dripping from his voice. Eyeing his brother with narrowed gaze he slowly paced sideways, Ronan mirroring him so they moved in a circle, neither one getting closer to the other as they searched for an opportunity to attack.

“What an unexpected displeasure… Did your Captain let you off your leash today?” Ragnvard had never forgiven his brother for settling for the lower Reaver rank when he could easily have been a Captain. Ragnvard felt it as a dishonour on their family, and on himself personally. As cubs he had dreamed of being a Captain, his brother at his side, also a Captain. They would have ruled the pride together, a force so powerful nothing would have been able to stand in their way. Instead, his best friend had abandoned him, content to languish as a lowly reaver, wasting skills that had taken years to master.

And leaving Ragnvard alone.

Yet as an adult Ragnvard had long since forced himself to forget, but the regret had turned to anger and he had never forgotten what he viewed as his brother’s betrayal. With another furious roar he launched himself at his sibling, fangs gaping wide, claws drawing blood.


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Ronan snarled, lips curling over bared fangs. “What are you up to today, brother?” He growled, eyes fixed, hot and furious, on the darker male, a near mirror image of himself, yet as opposite as night and day. “Found another innocent to torment?”

Ronan had once loved his brother, when they were very young. They had played together, fought each other as brothers were want to do but always had each other’s backs. Yet as they grew to juvenile and then further, to adolescence, Ragnvard’s thirst for power came to the fore, and Ronan found himself struggling to keep his sibling’s more violent tendancies in check. Until at last he had been unable to cover for his younger brother and they had fought, a furious and wounding battle both physically and emotionally. That day they went from best friends to bitter enemies, and ever since Ronan had blamed himself. For not doing more, for not seeing it early enough.

Meeting Ragnvard’s charge with his own, his voice clashing with his brother’s, he barely felt the pain as his own claws tore at dark-hued fur and pitch-black mane.


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Having managed to stagger some distance, Kyoko had been forced to rest, though her breath was easing slightly it was still sharp and painful. Yet it seemed as if the two males had forgotten her, at least for the time being. They were locked in a violent struggle, not only physically, but it seemed there was a hidden history between them, for that level of ferocity was not common among strangers…

Giving them one last glance she turned and slowly made her limping escape into the roguelands, planning to be long gone before they had tired each other out, or declared a winner in a more bloody fashion…