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[Eskimo] rolled 5 6-sided dice:
1, 1, 4, 4, 5
Total: 15 (5-30)
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 6:43 pm
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Harsh wind, sandy wind, gritty throat and dry eyes. Ramla was braced against it, grimacing and glaring at the asymmetrical lion standing before her. He wanted a duel to become a "true" member of the pride, bah. He thought he was tough? He didn't know the meaning of the word. She could see it in his eyes. He didn't know hardship. He didn't know suffering. The way he kept his hair, the way he held himself, the way he stared down at her--he was a spoiled brat. She could tell.
What right did he have to join the Outlands? Finding this place had been a blessing--an actual blessing--for Ramla. The place the rest of her family had grown up, the family she'd been separated from...she might not ever have found it again. She might've been dead. But here she was. She'd gone to hell and back, but she was still standing. If she didn't deserve to be an Outlander by birthright alone, then she sure as hell had earned her way in. The longer Ramla stared at those wide eyes and flat mouth, the more bitter she became.
"Let's get this over with," Ramla said over the wind.
She wouldn't lose on purpose--never. But she wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that the thought had crossed her mind. The sooner she could be away from this brat, the better. She scraped against the ground as she ran forward in her first attack.
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[Eskimo] rolled 5 6-sided dice:
5, 6, 4, 6, 4
Total: 25 (5-30)
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 6:50 pm
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The first time Fui left his homeland, he knew he had been born to live elsewhere. The snow, the mountains--they had been a mismatch, just like his coat. He had wandered, always feeling an itch to move, and wander, and move, and wander. And now here he was--the Outlands. They, like the lions of his birth pride, were warriors. But these warriors were of a different sort. These were hard, loyal, family-oriented, protective, and honor-driven. Fui respected them. He wanted to be respected, too. The only way to prove himself was through a duel. If he could prove himself, he could become one of them. And then finally he would belong.
"I'm not in a hurry," Fui said expressionlessly. His large eyes observed the grey lioness. She wore a mask over her face, so there wasn't much he could tell about her other than that she was started out handicapped. Poor visibility. Not to mention the sandy wind. The odds were in his favor.
He saw the lioness rush forward, but there was too much space between them. He was able to predict her movements easily. He dodged and countered as if it had happened in slow motion.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 8:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 8:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:30 pm
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Hm...
Well, that was quicker than expected...
Fui padded towards the lioness, arms stinging with each step, though he didn't wince or make a sound. As he grew nearer, he reminded himself about never underestimating Outlanders. After a few moments of close observation, however, Fui decided that the lioness was truly unconscious. She was losing blood, but it wasn't a dangerous amount. He hadn't attacked to kill, after all. Some healing salve and rest was all she needed. She'd be all right. And Fui?
Now he could rank up.
A slow paw reached out to touch the female's mask. He jostled it with indecision and moved it just so--just a bit--just enough to reveal one of her eyes. He saw two gruesome slash-mark scars running down that side of her face--the left side. Ah...some blindness in that eye would explain a lot of the duel, especially with the sandy wind. He moved the mask back and saw no more, out of respect. But he had earned the small glimpse, he told himself. Still, he wouldn't tell her. It would probably distress her to know. It had clearly been a sore subject for her--her weakness. Apparent from the start. That was the only reason Fui had won. He stared at his stinging arms. The cuts were deep.
He'd need even more healing salve than she would...
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