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Felyn rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 3, 4, 4
Total: 18 (5-20)
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Krysin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 3, 4, 2
Total: 14 (5-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 5:01 pm
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A few minutes passed with no immediate response to the roar, almost as if Daijur's voice had silenced all around him. The calm before the storm, one could call it. But, in the distance the bulk of a green lion approached, his stride confident - he had nothing to be concerned about. The rogues who came here always seemed to know the rules of the challenge. That, and he had his entire pride to back him up.
"So, you would be forged in the storm?" It was a formal greeting, too formal for a lion like Domeykite, who immediately cracked a grin. "Cool." He shrugged the green fur pelt off from around his shoulders and kicked it to the side. Domeykite had accepted little to none of these challenges. Usually there was another reaver in the area to take care of these things. Someone who was more experienced than the green lion. Was it fortunate for Daijur to come across a lion who had so little viking experience?
Domeykite certainly didn't think so. "The rules are simple, we fight until either you yield or I do. There is no killing, and if you lose you are free to go." It was a sign of respect for the challenge - the Stormborn did not shun those who wanted to prove themselves. If they were weak, they only had to get strong and try again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 3:23 pm
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"Fair enough," came his short response. The rules seemed honorable and the other male seemed likable enough considering that they were about to engage in one-on-one bloodsport. Without another moment's hesitation, he followed the male's lead and pulled the string of his cloak with his teeth, letting it slip and fall unceremoniously to the ground behind him.
"Let's get on with this, then."
There was no reason to dance around talking about it when the purpose was to prove his worth. He set his shoulders, hunched, and took a running leap at the other male. One paw swiped out and aimed for his shoulders, trying to knock him off balance or, at the very least, cause him to fumble a counter-attack. It was always hard to land the first blow but Daijur at least had experience.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 6:47 pm
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Domeykite could appreciate the no-nonsense attitude of the lion. It wasn't his sort of thing, but considering the serious nature of the challenge, he could play along with it. The green lion smirked as Daijur shed his cape - great lions thought alike. Perfectly fashionable, and easily discarded when unnecessary.
It really was such a shame that he'd have to beat the crap out of him and send Daijur back to wherever he had come from.
Domeykite crouched low to the ground, and using his back legs as springs, he made a powerful launch forward to meet Daijur's blow. It wasn't the most brilliant approach, but he was counting on momentum and strength to carry him through his actions. Inexperience was Domeykite's main hindrance. He had recently been promoted, and had only been on a couple of vikings. Sparring with other lions was one thing, where they held back to keep from injuring each other too much. This was completely different.
He met Daijur's blow a little too hard, and while Domeykite didn't completely lose his balance, he stumbled to the side. The lion growled with irritation, more at himself than at his opponent. Crap. He knew better than that.
Recovering quickly, he twisted around to aim a swipe at Daijur's face. Yeah, he wasn't going to maim him, but that didn't mean he was going to hold back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 4:11 pm
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For a wonder, Daijur halted his advance the moment those two words passed Domeykite's jowls. It was a test of his control, certainly, but he stepped back and gave the conceding lion his space so that he might bring himself back to a stand without further hindrance. He'd gotten what he wanted, after all.
A smug smirk pulled at the corner of his mug and he bowed his head in acknowledgement of the other male's skill.
"I have fought easier battles, certainly. Thank you." Then, as he picked his head up, he let the smugness fade. There was no point in gloating now - especially if it meant securing a single friend on the inside of the pride. He had his doubts that the blue-marked lioness was going to be very pleased with his presence. At least, he hoped she wasn't.
"I am Daijur and I'd like that very much, actually. I know very little about your pride-" he paused and corrected himself "our pride beyond the initiation."
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