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Lightning Shadow X rolled 3 100-sided dice:
33, 79, 56
Total: 168 (3-300)
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viatorai rolled 3 100-sided dice:
7, 18, 49
Total: 74 (3-300)
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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2018 10:44 pm
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ChexaRain rolled 1 100-sided dice:
61
Total: 61 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2018 12:46 am
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ChaosTheories rolled 1 100-sided dice:
35
Total: 35 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2018 6:31 am
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The albino lion looked around, noticing he was going the same way as a few of the others. Were they all pride members, or were some of them just wanderers like he was, stumbling about wondering what happened here? Either way, past a curious glance, no one seemed to be paying him any mind. He continued on his chosen path, his eyes fixed to the ground. It was hard for him to see in the daytime so he squinted.
Was that an ear? He stopped and stared at it, then looked up and around at the others. Was this familiar to them? The colour of the fur was pretty clear, so perhaps it would indicate something to the pride. The ear didn't personally tell him much, other than he might be looking for a lion missing an ear, so Urvakan moved on. |
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Alpaca Chobi rolled 2 100-sided dice:
25, 64
Total: 89 (2-200)
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 6:17 pm
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Anderleit rolled 1 100-sided dice:
86
Total: 86 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 4:41 am
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Her eyes met his, and the brute chuffed - irritated at being caught looking. Wasn't that exactly what he'd told himself he mustn't do? Some loyal Blood Guard he was turning out to be. Some friend, too.
Rolling his eyes away from the searchers, the big male trotted on. He couldn't even distract himself with the company of strangers! They were all busy with the hunt, just as he should be. Yapping about blood and wounds and wait, what, an entire ear? His muzzle contorted against his will, a ferocious scowl aimed at the offending organ. Just as viciously did Vilh pace past it, telling himself all the while that it was the wrong color. Obviously, it was the wrong shape, too. Hellscream's ears were definitely larger; Vilh could wiggle a whole paw in the Warchief's massive lugs - if, you know, he wanted to die...
Heh, you know... Thinking about it, he could almost hear the big guy, breathing heavy, a lion on the warpath for sure. Almost seemed like he could smell the blood in the air, plowin' along in the boss' wake...
Wait a second. Vilh froze, one paw lifted mid-plod, his eyes almost closing. His nose twitched at the air, following a scent of blood that, on second thought, didn't quite seem limited to his imagination. "Here!" Only that word as he surged forward, barked back to the rest of the group in a bellow as good as a roar. That was the scent of their Warchief, all right, sure as anything!
( will edit for Adlais and Aketch )
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SilverLutz rolled 2 100-sided dice:
56, 38
Total: 94 (2-200)
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 3:48 pm
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Nkosenye and Tegan had been searching for a home for a while now. Although Nkosenye had been groomed by his mother to return to his old pride and take over, he found that there were much better things that awaited him elsewhere. Tegan, having left her home after the pride dissolved, was pleased to have made friends with the large lion as he was a good protector and a decent hunter. Together they had set off to find a pride they could call home. Nkosenye wanted one that was powerful where Tegan just wanted one that would keep her safe.
Nkosenye had caught wind of the Warborn and had set their sights for the pride. He was eager to prove himself, and thankfully when they had arrived it seemed they were on the hunt for their leader. Speaking with a few of the lions had informed them that if they helped, they would be welcome to join. So far they hadn't done much, but the fact that they were searching would count, he was sure.
Tegan followed Nkosenye, keeping a wary eye on the other lions around her. She wasn't much for fighting but Nkosenye was strong and had promised to keep her safe, so she wasn't afraid, persay. Just wary. Fighting had destroyed her home pride and she longed to find a home that was both safe and powerful even if she herself wasn't.
"Perhaps if we knew more about who they were looking for we'd be more helpful," she murmured softly which made Nkosenye snort.
"Obviously," he said, his lips curled back in a sneer as she glanced at the splotchy female. It made Tegan's ears turn back against her head and he lost the expression quickly. As much as the female got on his nerves at times, they both knew it was in his best interests not to upset her.
"Come on, let's keep helping," he said, turning away from the smaller lioness. If they were going to join this pride they needed to make an effort. |
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 7:50 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 8:13 am
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Tegan strayed a bit from Nkosenye's side, following a different group of lions, and when one of them called out that they'd found the Warchief she hurried over to see, although she recoiled back at the sight of the lion. He was bloodied and unconscious and oh, what an awful sight! She closed her eyes and turned away, grimacing slightly, which made Nkosenye snort as he approached her.
"Come on," he drawled, reaching out to give the smaller lioness a push with his paw. "You hunt. You've seen worse than that."
"Yes, but that's different," she insisted, opening her eyes to look up at Nkosenye who rolled his own. "Who knows how he got like this! I do hope there's healers around," she added a bit anxiously. She had some healing knowledge but didn't consider herself a professional.
"He'll be fine," Nkosenye said dryly, not at all impressed by the sight that met his eyes. This was the Warchief, huh? Lying in the bushes bleeding and unconscious like a weakling. Pff. The only acceptable excuse would be that he took down a pack of hyenas on his way to his current position. He'd pass judgement once the male was awake, but for now he was considering the leader not fit to rule. No matter...he could always work his way up to the position himself.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2018 6:22 am
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With the natterings and goings on, it was only when she noticed the reactions of the newer lions and Vilh's movements did Golka make her way over. Eyeing the pale lioness and brown lion with quiet judgement before her eyes settled on her brother and she gauged his state in silence, the only sign of tension was how her claws dug into the ground before she turned her head to her Scout Master sharply.
"Azrasha, head back to the dens with someone and tell the shaman there to prepare some poultices." Her only command, keeping her voice sturdy before she bellowed out a rumbling roar to alert everyone to the Warchief's whereabouts.
The Scout Master was quick to obey, the state of the High Warlord the way she was - she was not about to question nor object an order and nodded her head before she looked amidst these ragtags and simply grabbed the closest lioness, that just happened to be Rulza.
"You, come with me."
The cream coloured lioness was all too eager to help, simply offering Azrasha a small nod as she bolted after her towards the pridal dens.
((Azrasha and Rulza have left the RP for my own sanity - can't RP four characters.))
All the noises and the voices was enough to even stir the heavily wounded Warchief, it seemed bloodloss hadn't claimed him yet as he raised his huge head with a warning snarl just incase it had been his assailant - but once his eyes focused he hacked up a good sized clot like it'd been nothing and forced himself to at least sit as he took in the familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Mostly however he focused on Ro and the state of her, feeling a heavy guilt wrack his chest with something that made the pain in the rest of him feel like a mosquito bite in comparison. And if it weren't for the state of him trying not to collapse his huge barbary bulk, he'd have moved over to her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2018 8:12 pm
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Well this was turning out to at least have been fruitful. Exhaling loudly to clear his head and his lungs, Ahri'ok pushed the worry out of his mind. Finding the Warchief was their goal, they'd reached it, and now they needed to move to the next step. He was alone with what seemed to be no survivors of his warband around, and he was hurt pretty badly. It had to have been something dangerous and strong...but where was it now?
"Tch." His upper lip curled in a sneer. Whatever had happened wasn't going to happen again, and he started off on his own to try and find out more about what had happened. Bodies, more blood, anything.
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All the voices were drowned out, and the previously distraught and shaky farseer now moved past those ahead of her fluidly. Beauty, grace, striding forwards with purpose, not bothering to dodge those who didn't have the sense to move away and instead ramming her shoulder into them when necessary. In this moment, it was not she who would step aside, she would make them move. If she could, she would make the very earth move as she headed towards the wounded Warchief.
As hard as it was to read her expression, there was no wondering what it meant when she reached him, leaned down and ever so carefully and gently bumped her head against his. No mistaking the rumbling purr that came from deep in her chest.
"Garok...Garok, Garok..." Putting the name to the lion, finally, the relief that washed over her caused a smile that she hadn't smiled in...well, since he'd left.
"I'm going to kill you." Anyone hearing the threat not from the pride might have concern, but those who knew the Warchief and the Farseer would probably have a bit of a laugh as Ro'kuna herself chuckled shortly after making the whispered threat. |
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