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Epine de Rose rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 1, 3, 1
Total: 11 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 3:06 pm
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He was tired, frustrated, but tired.
The lion gave a very large yawn as he rested on the rocks, he wasn't even looking terribly presentable in those moments. His stomach was to the sun and his eyes were glazed in something akin to a basking snake. Alas he was entitled to one or two lazy days, particularly when there was never any guarantee that someone would cross their borders.
Honestly, the vast majority of crossings had been accidental as of late and he had spent more of his time chasing them off than dueling with them. Oh sure, some might have taken them as thralls, but he found that a rather inefficient use of his time. If he wanted subordinates he would recruit them, all his thralls had come under their own steam and would continue to do so. This was his favoured method and it was unlikely to change.
This may or may not have been fortunate for the next lion that stumbled upon their lands. If they had made a mistake then they could run, if they hadn't, well then perhaps his lethargy would benefit them. He was certainly sluggish enough to be taken advantage of at the moment...but this was unlikely to last if he found himself threatened!
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Ctrl F Greenie rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 1, 2, 2
Total: 11 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 3:51 pm
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Travel had been all he knew.
In his youth he hadn’t known family, the faces he found to be familiar were even strange to him. Those faces often cycled in and out of his life to a degree that he didn’t really bother remembering names for the most part. A couple stuck out in memory, but they were no longer pertinent to his adult years and so even they faded away. Though he hadn’t been seeking out a home, the idea of settling down and having a stable den was enough to encourage him to keep an open ear out for opportunities. Rumor had it, as he neared the coast which a pride of fierce warrior type lions had grown in populace.
Ali`dido hadn’t considered himself a warrior, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t become one. His traits were a little more on the sneaky side as that happened to be his need. Stealing, coercing others out of their goods by all means necessary – it meant he could put up a front on an as needed basis and become the guy anyone could make a friend of. To put it simply, he was fake – out of necessity, but still simply fake.
So as he approached the border of the acclaimed pride of fierce warrior lions he reverted his face back to a safe neutral. If the rumors were true he’d find or be met by an individual at the borders so that he could prove his worth to the pride. The lion he spied upon nearing the border wasn’t exactly what he imagined – sprawled out, belly up to absorb the warmth of the sun above (he assumed) and simply lazing about. The lion was surprised into silence.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 4:00 pm
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"Oh so this is why they had me cover for them," Tethys remarked as he caught sight of the green lion. By the looks of it, the lion had been left silent for some inexplicable reason. Ah, perhaps it was that this one knew where he was and as a consequence he might have painted pretty pictures of what he imagined they would all be like.
Snarling, bad tempered, scarred?
Well he had the scars at least but he certainly wasn't foul tempered, if anything he was more well known for his humour. Still, he rolled on to his stomach and regarded Ali with a raised brow. Now that he was upright and he had straightened a touch, it would have been clear that despite his lazing, he was a strong creature. Then again everyone in the stormborn was, the vast majority were made of muscle...fat was a bit of an anomaly.
"They had a sneaking suspicion there'd be visitors today and they would much rather be with their wives," he clucked his tongue and chuckled. He was teasing of course, he'd already given his brothers a reprieve willingly as it had been a while since he'd been on the borders.
"I'm going to assume you're here for a reason, in which case, may the best lion win."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 7:33 am
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"Good ******** god," Tethys muttered as the lion slammed into his paws. He'd been prepared to take a hit but he hadn't quite expected that. Looks could certainly be deceiving and while Ali wasn't the most graceful of fighters, any Stormborn would be a dumbass to assume that he couldn't defend himself. All Ali really needed was an opening, if he was lucky he could do far more damage than any traditionalist would give him credit for.
...Suffice it to say that with enough guidance, Ali'dido would be an individual he genuinely wouldn't want to get on the bad side off, especially not with a hangover. He'd end up with more than a few scratches and bruises if that was the case!
"All right, enough," he put down his paws and gave each a shake as he slowly coaxed the pain out from them. They'd throb for a little while, but it was more of a smarting pain than a crippling one. Truthfully it was no different than accidentally smacking your nose, it was painful and a little bit overwhelming to begin with, but it quickly began to dull the more you focused on something more important.
"Your form is terrible but you hit like a stampede," Tethys confirmed and shook out his paws again with a little 'oh' of pain. "If you want to be a Reaver you'll have to fix the form but as a Freeborn I'd say you'll have an easy time clouting anyone who gets in your face," he murmured and released a sigh.
"In short, welcome to the Stormborn."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 1:40 pm
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The green lion heaved a deep breath, one that he didn't realize he had been holding. As his mind cleared enough to bring focus back to his center he was greeted with Tethys speaking words that were music to his ears 'enough'. Sure, he'd find a way to keep fighting if he needed too, but if this were enough for the time being then he'd accept it all the same.
"Thank you." Was all he could muster at first, he knew his form was terrible - hell he only had about two moves to his name, the rest was handled with fancy chatter. This would be a new experience for him, a chance to begin anew and perhaps prove himself within a pride that relied on strength, something that he knew he had but never ceased the opportunity to use. "A Reaver?" He inquired, but quickly changed his mind. "A questions for another day."
"Thank you for the chance to prove myself, the welcome is simply a bonus."
Ali`dido gave a toothy green after responded and half-waited to be shown the way, but tuned to peer in the direction he assumed he would be going.
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