[Duel] Seeking Family [Roho x Eirik]

[- Mynsed -]

He was led... here. Roho eyed the place warily, unsure of joining such a place. He had heard of the Stormborn; with all the travelling he did, he was unsure of anyone who hadn’t heard of them. Swallowing a knot in his throat and pushing back the excited chittering in his head, he approached closer, spotting a gaggle of lions coming in from the rogue lands. They eyed him before whispering among themselves, giving crass laughter. Finally, Roho found the courage to speak.



”I’m looking to challenge my way into joining the stormborn,” he announced, which brought a chorus of sniggers from three of the lions.  

[- Mynsed -]

Eirik scoffed, rolling his eyes before looking at the rest of his crew. Did he really have to deal with this? Equi gave him a flat look and Eirik sighed, stepping up. Of course, he did, if he ever expected to be captain one day. Swaggering forward, he lifted his chin with a cocky grin. ”Ready for a beating?” he sneered. And, without another word of greeting, charged at the other, massive paw immediately aiming for Roho’s face, claws sinking in to the fur covered flesh. Eirik continued the battery, stepping closer to strike with his other paw at the other’s shoulder. A delighted grin and a light of pleasure rang in his eyes. Man, he was glad he took up the fight. It was nice when you were winning.  

[- Mynsed -]

Roho had to back up. He felt blood pricking at the new gashes, albeit they were small. This welp was overwhelming him and the starry maned male really didn’t know what to do about it. He danced back several feet, staring at the dark and orange male in concentration, trying to figure out how to strike, how to retaliate. The voices in his head were screaming, telling him to do this, no do that, no run away and try again. It was hard to shut them out and he even shook his head to try and rid of them. By the time he focused once more, the stormborner was charging again. All Roho could do was brace.  

[- Mynsed -]

Eirik sneered as he charged forward, hind legs pushing off the ground hard as he propelled himself forward, large front paws slashing at the white and starry lion. He wasn't going to go easy on him at all. This rogue wanted to join? He would have to prove it.

And really, Eirik didn't want to lose to anyone.

"Ready to give up?" he asked with a toothy flash of teeth. Like hell he would just let this rogue go without a fair beating, however. Especially not with his crew watching him. His confidence grew from the jeers of Egia and Esben, chin raising higher with a sly smirk.  

[- Mynsed -]

Roho watched him warily, paw reaching up to wipe away the blood that was beginning to form from his mouth; he had nicked his mouth with his fangs when bracing for the lunge.

That moment of hesitation, just the moment of wiping the blood away, was all the darker and larger lion needed before charging at Roho again. And this time, he hadn’t prepared himself. With a deep “oof”, Roho skittered back a few steps, head spinning as it hit a small rock. Shaking the stars he was seeing away, he staggered to his feet, trying to square off with the large stormborn. This had not been a good idea…