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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 12:14 am
The female had managed to avoid the fighting and she was sure it was nearly over or maybe it was over, she wasn't sure. She had been avoiding it all for so long that she was happy to just find somewhere to rest. However it hadn't been long before she had heard something near by and so was off again. She didn't know where Vuvi was and it was breaking her heart. She couldn't see Ilahle anywhere either. She just hoped they were both okay.
As she moved over sand dunes she found the water, apparently fighting by water wasn't a good thing, it was deserted. She moved closer and lapped some of it up before resting beside it. Oh when would this fighting stop?
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:58 pm
 Paws moved across the sands in broken steps, red pelt shimmering against the sand like fire itself, despite the trail of blood in his wake. The chaos of war had begun to fade, traditionalists forced to flee into the desert, his own battle ending with the retreat of his opponent.
It was a foolish choice, one he knew the rebellion would later come to regret. It would have been better to pursue and destroy, to eliminate the threat before the had the chance to recover, to rebuild their numbers and strike back. For his own battle, Hiashi'ikusa had sought to pursue his opponent, to continue the battle until one of them had fallen, to continue the war until he had struck down every traditionalists until there was nothing left but blood to stain the sand. And yet it had been beyond his reach, held back by his own tattered hind leg, a wound of inexperience.
As the sounds of war faded around him, the young assassin had sought the water, not for the sake or retreat or comfort, but from the urge of necessity. With no one left to fight, he could no longer ignore his own injury, would not allow his leg to be lost.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 12:44 am
Saburi looked up and saw the stranger coming, he seemed to be having issues with his leg and she could see his fur had matted blood in some areas.
"Oh you poor thing..." She whispered hoping he wouldn't really hear it, after all it could easily offend a firekin!
She moved towards him slowly hoping not to upset him or anything like that. She was weary around others in the pride. She was never sure how one would react to her.
"Are you okay? Do you need any help?" She asked quietly and in a rather submissive way, not like a slave would but submissive enough to prove that she was no threat and did only want to help. His leg seemed to broken or something, it didn't look good she knew that!
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:03 pm
He paused barely a moment in his steps, red eyes narrowed, tail twitching, senses searching the stranger, judging posture, intent, alliance. Not likely a traditionalists, the majority of their ranks routed, it was doubtful any would have remained, perhaps wiser than the rebels in intent of regrouping to strike again another time. Her posture seemed meek, and though her pelt burned red, she lacked the blind aggression of the typical firekin, perhaps that made her less of a fool, or perhaps it made her more of one.
It was fortunate he had not heard her words, or he might have shown her the true meaning of 'poor', might have struck her down without a second thought beyond the presence of one less fool on the sand. Instead he simply walked past with only a glance, pausing a moment at the water's edge before immersing himself in the pool, allowing the cool water to wash the blood from his hide, strands of red rising to cut through the clear surface.
Ears flicked, gaze turning to settle on the lioness as she spoke. A foolish question, help was not something the assassin either needed or sought, he would neither welcome or thank her for it.
"I do not."
His voice was cold, yet without aggression or anger. There was no need for aggression, and he would not foolishly waste his energy.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:19 pm
Saburi just stared at him and laughed.
"Oh you are a silly thing. Like your going to be able to hunt dragging your leg like that!" She was talking softly like she normally did and she got the vibe that she wasn't wanted but in her normal way she wasn't going to leave someone who was as hurt as badly as he was.
"I assume this happened in all that fighting." She didn't really ask and she wasn't really talking to him more at him. He was going to get help whether she wanted it or not, it wasn't like he was in any shape to realy fight.
"If you let me help you I won't tell anyone. No one ever needs to know and you can forget about me and never see me again." She smiled, keeping slightly back just in case he did decide to try and jump at her or something. She suddenly seemed to be oozing with confidence.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:05 pm
Red eyes narrowed, water rippling against his form as paws shifted beneath, his injured leg raised from the soft floor. He simply watched in silence, irritating creature, or she would have been were he inclined toward such.
"I have no intention of 'dragging me leg'."
His gazed turned toward the horizon, appearing to ignore the lioness though he kept watch from the corner of his eye. It was not pride that prevented him from accepting help as she may have assumed, it was simply because he was capable of taking care of it himself. He was an assassin, trained as a warrior from the day of his birth, cold-blooded and emotionless. In such a life it was not always the victor who survived, but the warrior who possessed the intelligence to tend to his own wounds rather than relying on the help of others who may not be nearby. It was the foolish warrior who completed his task only to die of his own wounds on the way home.
"Nor do I need your permission to forget you."
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 11:48 pm
Saburi just smiled and settled herself down by the waters edge.
"Oh yoiu would need permission to forget me for I am not going to leave you alone until you are capable of living. Maybe you have a mate to hunt for you, I don't know but you won't be hunting on that leg." She made herself comfortable as she laid down watching the stubborn male. What was it with these males honestly!
She played with the sand with her paws moving it this way and then that way while she watched him 'tend' to his wounds. He would so drag that leg behind him. She hadn't a clue what had happened but the leg didn't look all that attached to the body.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:21 pm
"Or I could simply slit your throat and leave you here for the vultures."
It was less a threat as it was a statement of fact, he would certainly have no trouble forgetting her if she lay lifeless in the sand. He had not turned to face her, instead choosing to ignore her presence than to bother swatting the fly. A short time ago he my have struck, ridding himself of the annoyance, but for now he did not care, there was simply no desire to kill.
In silence he emerged from the water, ignoring the streams of water and blood that dripped through his fur as paws stepped onto the sandy earth. The wound was deep, hide and muscle torn jagged by a warrior's fangs, red hide stained anew with the flow of blood. Perhaps miraculously, bone remained intact, spared by the vitality of youth and the training of a warrior. Though the leg did not drag, he favored it heavily, the limb held aloft from the earth, weight settled firmly on three paws.
He strode a short distance from the lioness, settling to lay on the adjacent shore. There he examined the damage with a snort, cleaning the wound further, raking across flesh with his tongue. It had been a foolish mistake, one he swore he would not repeat.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:50 am
"You could but that wouldn't be very nice now would it." She smiled a little as she got up and moved over to him, sitting near his hind leg out of snapping reach and looked at the leg.
"Yep you won't be hunting for a while." She laughed a little and then walked to the waters edge where she lapped up some water before turning back to him.
"So tell me, how are you going to eat for the next few weeks while limping on that leg?" She was curious, she was sure he could sort it out himself but hunt on it? Not a chance.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:42 pm
"Do you really think that would matter."
He shot a glance at her from the corner of his eye, tail twitching at his paws. If she expected some pretense of niceness to govern his actions, she would find herself sadly mistaken. Ashi couldn't have cared less about such things, and were he to leave her lifeless form there he wouldn't have given it a second thought, such was the advantage of the emotionless soul.
"I have my ways."
Hunting did not concern him, it would not be a difficult task. Though he may not be able to run himself for a time, his mother would certainly not allow her beloved first born to starve. Then there was his sister, obedient creature that she was, he would only need to look at her and she would do his bidding, a smirk touched his maw at the thought. His concern however remained with healing itself and with the impact the injury might have had on the abilities of a warrior.
"Why should you care so much?"
For a moment he paused, eyes settling on her red pelt. Her persistence was growing annoying, pushing the edge of his tolerance, certainly a more irritable lion would have already slain her and moved on. And yet, she intrigued him, why did she care? He certainly didn't, and wouldn't have should he stumble across a wounded lion be they firekin or otherwise. He was certainly no stranger to emotion, he had seen the burning fury in his oldest sister, the ambition in his mother, the bloodlust of his 'aunt'. And yet this he had not seen, perhaps there was something to be learned from the lioness.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 1:49 am
Saburi just rolled her eyes and laughed.
"You are a stubborn thing aren't you!" She chuckled and licked her paw a little trying to remove the sand from between her toes. Oh it annoyed her having the sand there sometimes.
"Why do I care? Why does anyone care about anything?" She smiled and laughed again.
"I am not one who is going to let someone else suffer when there is no need to. After all who knows what you could possibly grow into. Don't want to loose someone who could be an asset to the pride now." She was making it all up as she was going along but it sounded good to her and that was good enough.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 10:53 pm
"Taking a look at your reflection I see."
A faint snort, his gaze turned, attention focused again on the task of his wound. If either of them was stubborn, it was her. She was the one who persisted, who so insisted on her point despite the fact that he could not have cared less. Ashi was a warrior, he knew his abilities and chose to use them himself, to do otherwise would have been the act of a fool, as foolish as those that had fallen to the sand this day.
His task complete, his tongue raked across the wound once more, satisfied that it was cleaned, that healing would begin. Dark ears twitched, eyes shifting to gaze over the dunes, senses searching, listening for the sounds of battle, for any sign of red on the horizon, for the call of a victor over the slain. The battle had come to its end, yet the sound of snarls carried over the desert air, the last few stubborn souls who refused to surrender, perhaps a few less creatures to bring trouble later.
Soon the call would come, the time to return.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 12:00 am
Saburi chuckled and laid there watching him, her head resting on her paws as he washed his wound.
"The sand will do it no good." She was muttering mostly to herself, finding yet another flaw in this so called amazing pride. Sand could infect wounds like his but she wasn't going to make a deal about it. Though she could still see him dieing from it. If it got infected he was done for. She had seen it happen once before outside of the sands.
She turned to lick her paws some more, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She thought he was a rather amusing character. He seemed so sure of himself though she was sure that he was more stupid then he thought he was. Not taking an offer of help when your leg is hanging off is just stupid.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 9:42 pm
He barely shot her a glance, a gaze from the corner of his eye for a brief moment before shifting back to the desert dunes, as if he could see beyond to the wanning conflict, the retreating paws of the traditionalists.
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
Despite what she may have thought of him, Ashi was neither stupid or stubborn. He was a warrior, an assassin, cold as he was cunning, self-reliant. It was the fool who sought help when it was neither needed nor reliable, it was that that lead to weakness, that same foolishness that had led to war, the downfall of the once great pride.
"Do what you want."
It was the last thing he would say, or so was his intention. She could stay, go, shut up, or keep talking, follow or forget him. It no longer concerned him, he had learned what he needed for now, and there was a battle to return to.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 11:47 pm
She smiled and stood up before going over to the water, she lowered her head and opened her jaws letting the water flow into her mouth. Shutting her jaws she tried to keep the water in without swallowing it. She moved towards Ashi and opened her jaws again just over his wound letting the cool water wash over it.
She could never understand how the water stayed so cool out here but beacause of it, she hoped it would make his leg go slightly numb which would help the pain. She then went and laid down again, hearing what sounded like a distant roar. She looked up and then laid her head back down. She wasn't a fighter and she never would be.
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