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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 1:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 2:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 2:27 pm
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Since she was deliberately not looking in his direction, most of the effect of Truls staring was lost on Joya, but she could recognize the sort of pregnant pause that often occurred when she spoke back to a so-called freeborn.
"Pretty sure ye heard me. Unless the s**t in yer skull that yer calling brains has overflowed 'n clogged yer ears," she replied in a lower voice, almost a mutter, but a mutter pitched to carry. A stage mutter, as it were.
"Want me to use shorter words?" she called back, louder.
When she was younger, she hadn't been this foul-mouthed. She'd been able to exert her will over others through right of birth and enforce it through unchecked malevolence, but among the Vikings Joya had been forced to learn other ways of coping and remaining true to her innately imperial nature.
It was a curst pity the wind was blowing the wrong way. It would've been useful to Joya to know some more about the lion she was pissing off, other than the fact he was male. Oh, sure, she could turn around and look at him, but that would be giving in, and Joya never did that without a fight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 11:10 am
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Oh, she wasn't even looking his way. Somehow she managed to make the normally submissive act of not looking directly at another lion into something aggressive. Truls quivered with rage even before her not-quite-whisper. Some might find it 'cute' when thralls talked back, but he wasn't one of them. In his opinion thralls should know their place. His mother didn't get to her current position by talking back to others! No, he couldn't just let this slide, and after her last 'question' he was too furious not to. He didn't answer, at least not with words.
Truls lifted aimed a powerful whack at her hindquarters, claws slightly out. He didn't want to maim her too badly, but he was angry enough not to care if he accidentally injured something. Normally he tried to be careful around other peoples property, but he didn't want to tip her off by starting to ask who owned her. He'd just have to go out and get a replacement if whoever owned this b***h started a fuss about it.
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Snorre nodded slowly as he watched the exchange, the Thrall made some very good points. He made mental notes since this thrall cursed better than some reavers he knew. Perhaps he could try it out on old Eskil later. However, it didn't look as if Truls was going to let her get away with her colorful language. It wasn't proper to let it slide, but it had been fun if Truls had talked back instead... Oh, well.
His own parents had always treated thralls kindly, but he recognised the need to correct unwanted behaviour. So it wasn't surprising when the older male lashed out.
Princess_Feylin You decide if/what he hits of course smile
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 11:53 am
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Here was where it would've been to Joya's benefit to actually look at the lion she was antagonizing, because then she might've seen the blow coming. Unfortunately, her game left her horribly vulnerable, and when the lion's strike landed on her hindquarters, his claws tore into her skin and the force behind the completely provoked attack sent her stumbling around in a semi-circle.
When Joya regained her footing, she scowled up at the larger lion, barely noticing the presence of his companion at first, until the movement of his nod registered in her peripheral vision. At that point she turned her red-eyed glare on him, even though he had not contributed to this encounter in any meaningful way.
"Aren't ye the big scary Viking?" she sneered. "But no matter how many times ye hit me, yer still gonna be better off thinking with yer arse than that useless bit o' sludge ye call a brain."
She was too angry right now to care much that by antagonizing the lions further, she was almost certainly going to get really hurt. She hated this pride. It didn't matter how long she'd been here. She hated it, and she hated every single ******** lion here. A part of her was seriously weighing her chances of actually succeeding in murdering one or both of these lions before they tore her apart.
Annchen Oh, she totally deserves what she gets here.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 1:20 pm
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There was a certain satisfaction in drawing blood, and Truls allowed himself a small smirk. He was still angry, but the mindless rage had been replaced by a cold fury. The thrall needed to be taught a lesson, but after his initial attack he didn't mind waiting for this situation to unfold. She seemed a bit shaken, but the insults didn't stop. The loss of control on her part made him feel more in control, so he broke eye contact and turned to his companion.
"Filthy little thing," he commented to Snorre, "Sounds almost as bad as she looks.
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Snorre shook out his mane and slowly padded over to the other two. Most thralls wouldn't have insulted a freeborn lion to his face, and even fewer would start raging against a reaver. Of the tiny fraction of thralls willing to do that, most would back down after being corrected. This one wasn't like most thralls at all. She was picking a fight with not one, but two reavers. One and a half reavers? Well, he would hopefully be known as a reaver as soon as their Captain talked to the lawspeakers about it at least.
He sucked in air through his teeth in a wierd noise that meant 'yes' to some of those born in the pride. Truls would understand the response, and it wasn't really important if the thrall understood or not.
Judging by the feral look on Truls face he was looking forward to some more thrall spanking. Snorre didn't have any strong feelings one way or the other, but he was game if the thrall decided to escalate this. A) He had to back up a fellow reaver, and B) You didn't just let thralls get away with bad behaviour. It wasn't kind in the long run. Better to n** it in the bud, even if this toxic specimen could have done with some nipping at an earlier stage.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 7:31 am
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Joya narrowed her eyes suspiciously when her insult was not immediately met with another blow. She was ready to fight, but the tiny part of her brain concerned with self-preservation wasn't going to allow her to simply leap forward and attack one of the reavers unless she was first attacked. She became more suspicious when the one who hadn't said much up until now suddenly made a weird noise through his teeth.
She shifted her weight backward on her haunches slightly, ready to spring into action should it become necessary and watching both reavers. It was thoughtful of the second one to move closer, so that she could more easily survey both of them at once, rather than having to turn her eyes from one to the other. Less chance of being surprised.
"What."
It was a statement, rather than a question. A challenge. What were they going to do about her? She knew she was behaving appallingly, and at this point they could hardly call themselves men, let alone reavers, if they let her behavior go unpunished, but they didn't know her owner either, and it was generally considered bad manners to damage someone else's property, even in this heathen pride. Joya had gotten out of trouble that way before, but she didn't plan to exercise that option right now.
Instead she waited, tail lashing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 2:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 5:18 am
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There was a flash, an instant where Joya saw the determination set in the larger lions' eyes and she panicked, wondering if it was too late to take back what she'd said. The moment passed though, as she realized that it was almost certainly too late, and that she would probably also have to apologize, which she would not do. Not to these viking arses.
It was uncanny, though, the way their movements were synchronized, like they'd been choreographed, and Joya was not pleased to find herself in the center of a reaver circle. Not intimidated. Just not pleased. As soon as one of the bastards passed close enough, she planned to bite his face off. It wasn't as if they could get much uglier, after all. Might even be an improvement. She was about to say as much when she saw her moment.
Joya lunged toward the grey lion, claws splayed and mouth open wide to perform a bit of impromptu facial reconstruction surgery.
Annchen Fade to black would be fantastic. I'm so bad at RPing fights it's not even funny. I should've made a fluffy bunnies pride instead of a warrior lion pride.
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