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[Eskimo] rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 4, 3, 3
Total: 18 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 8:52 pm
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Sūrya had started out by pacing far from the steep cliffs of the Myrsky Syntynyt for over an hour. He'd crept closer as the sun rose, for as the sun rose, so did Sūrya's confidence. The male was hungry for a battle--hungry for entry into the pride he craved to call home. He hadn't had a real home, not ever. The family he'd left behind in his adolescence was a joke. He wanted comrades. Kin. He wanted to be around others he could relate to, fight with, achieve glory with. This place was it, he knew it.
Now he was close and the lion amped himself up further by pacing quicker, shorter--gaze locking manically on anything that moved. Finally he started to call out lax jokes, then threats, then challenges. Time continued to pass and he mumbled, then snickered, scoffed, chuckled, then roared again above the crashing of waves, a mess of emotions and energy. He wanted someone. Anyone. He wanted--no, needed to fight. He needed to win. If anyone--
A figure appeared through the fog and Sūrya felt his muscles tense. He smirked in greeting.
"You're gonna fight me?" he asked, something in his tone not altogether respectful.
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ChexaRain rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 3, 4, 4
Total: 19 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 9:09 pm
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It was one thing, Astrid grumbled, to have her friend's mother meddle to get her to a Reaver status. But she just had to open her mouth when they were looking for someone to put on patrol of the borders today. Of course, Astrid was thrown under the bush without a moment's notice, and Astrid could only glance in her direction to see her smug grin before she had to run out and take her rounds. She had no qualms with the job, of course... when it was empty. But she avoided it all the same because she just didn't want to have to challenge someone. And then, there he was. She groaned under her breath, eyeing him up and shaking out whatever weakness she could. When he questioned her, she angered slightly, though he wasn't wrong. "And I take it you're here to challenge your way in?" She questioned sarcastically, ignoring his tone and giving one of her own.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 10:34 pm
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Sūrya sneered, but it quickly shifted into a careless grin. He was happy to see a pride member. It meant he was closer than before to gaining entry into the stronghold. Plus she had freckles. He liked freckles.
"You guess correctly," the male said. He positioned himself into a fighting stance, body low, hair bristling and tail lashing. He was ready. He was ready. Suddenly the smile was gone and he was glowering.
"Go on," he said, "hit me."
But he didn't wait long.
A spark lit Sūrya's eyes and he sprang forward, claws and teeth bared and ready to latch onto any anything soft and tear-able they could find. Blood, bone, sinew...
He'd go for the gut first.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 10:50 pm
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Whereas the lion readied himself for a fighting stance, Astrid's fur ruffled out of one pure instinct: fear. She was way, way out of her league on this one, but she would have to stomach it or never hear the end of it. "Hit yo- EEP!" She squealed, managing to duck herself down as he sprung on her, quickly scrambling for higher ground as she stammered, "Does that r-really count as a 'Go'? I thought we'd, I don't know, count to three or..." She frowned, no. She couldn't keep doing this. But she had an idea. Mid-tirade, she made a gutsy throw and started looking for something that would give a definite height advantage, kicking rocks in Sūrya's direction to at least make some attempt to slow him down. "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's not nice to attack a lady first?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 6:38 pm
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The cliffs rolled and sand splashed as Sūrya went tumbling along with the lioness. She was more adept than she seemed, he thought, grabbing him like that. As he slid away from her throw, his shoulder scraped a rock, but he didn't feel the pain. That happened sometimes. It was a warning sign that the little spark in his brain was going to erupt at any moment into full-force flames, roaring and searing everything in their path. It was like savage and frenzied sleep-fighting, and he never had memory of it after. It's not that he hated it, but he was too pissed off to want that to happen now. He tried to stay focused, tried to shake himself and will himself to stay present.
The dust and sand made the lioness look like she had even more freckles.
As if time had rewound itself, Sūrya was suddenly grinning roguishly again as he had when the female had first approached him. He almost seemed friendly.
"You have some fighting spirit," he remarked with minor appraisal, his chest swelling as he tried to catch his breath. "And...maybe some skill," he shrugged, as if allowing her a favor. "If you'd actually try, anyway. But I feel like you won't. Or maybe...you actually can't," he continued. His eyes lit up again, but the friendly expression remained. "Maybe you are a coward...or a Thrall...but you could prove me wrong," he offered, "so go ahead." The smile faded and he searched her face for a moment, looking for something or just waiting. His lip curled and he bent his head low, eyes transfixed, claws sinking into the sand. "Go on," he urged in a growl.
"Hit. Me."
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