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Bronze Coffee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 2, 1, 3
Total: 9 (5-20)
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Puhterodactyl rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 4, 1, 3
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 8:17 am
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Though Phlegyas had renounced his former demon-hood (was it something in the water? mass hysteria? he didn't know but he didn't buy into it anymore), he knew that as "demons," he and Tuc were not likely to ever discuss their issues. Ever.
Well, not with words at least.
He could still hardly believe his eyes that she was here, now. Of all the little prides in Africa, she walked into his... But his musings left him off guard. That, and a little bit of reluctancy to fight her in the first place. None of it had to do with her being a lioness. He wouldn't insult anyone by pulling punches for being a female. It was just that he had a lot of complicated feelings about Tuc.
Her claws glanced his face, but drew a few drops of blood. He'd barely managed to yank his head back at all in time to spare his eyeballs. Half-heartedly, he tried retaliating with a swipe of his own, as he still struggled to get into a fighting mentality.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2018 5:47 pm
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Gone? Did she mean when he was gone on the quest for his demon name? That scarcely counted. He was only gone when he left the pride after it disbanded for a time- and Tuc and Roth's offspring were by and far adults by then... She was making excuses...
"I didn't know I specifically had to tell you I would be back, or that I had to ask you not to have cubs with the first lion who talked to you," he hissed out.
"She had needs too." He said, coldly, throwing her words back in her face. He stood his ground as she charged, but she seemed to pass on her turn to attack. He chose to do the same.
"Then why here, Tuc." He still used her nickname from their childhood. The pint-sized squirt didn't seem to merit the "-agawathiel" back then, it was too much name for her (and so, apparently was Phlegyas for him, often just being called Phle). They'd grown apart before she'd matured enough for the rest of it, so to him she would always be just "Tuc." She reminded him of his past so much... So much of it was good at the time, before he understood all that he understood now (his insane father, the mass hysteria of the "demons" and on and on and on). He missed her and wanted to push her away all at the same time.
"Why here." He repeated, though it still wasn't much of a question. He was here for his progeny, and they were vast in numbers. So what drew her here?
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2018 7:47 pm
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He stayed silent, but at her charge, he tilted his head down so her blow would hit not his chin, but his skull, dealing them equal damage. It seemed they were always out to hurt each other.
"When you earn it." He frowned deeply at her, dissatisfied with her argument, but her reason for coming to the Stormborn was acceptable. He never believed it was because she was following him. It had been years since they had seen each other and years since he had spoken of the demoness he once knew.
"Don't worry, at least the pride is big enough we'll never have to see one another or speak again. That should make you happy." He looked at her coldly before he turned his back on Tucagawatheil and walked back to the pride. He wouldn't be accepting any more challenges for a bit, he thought to himself, but he would be constantly wondering if the black and red lioness had won her way in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2018 7:56 pm
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And she fell to the ground yet again after he moved his head. She'd lost. She'd lost because her heart wasn't in it after his words pierced what little bit was left. Tucagawathiel felt belittled, betrayed, humiliated beyond words, shamed, and small. For the first time in years, the lioness felt like she was so small and Phlegyas was so much larger.
There was that nagging voice in her head telling her to give up, to turn away. Something in her wanted to believe that this was her only chance to get in. Even if she'd gotten in, would she be happy?
Slowly picking herself up, the lioness shook her head.
"...Again. Three days from now. I'm challenging you again. ...No matter the winner, let's let the past die."
If he heard her, she didn't know. Tucagawathiel walked away from him and back toward the way she came. She had to recover. The blow to her head left her slightly dazed and dizzy and her strength was completely gone. The three days would be where she built up her walls again. Emotions couldn't come into play. That's where she'd went wrong.
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