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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 9:23 am
There wasn't a rationally feeling flowing through his mind, just blood in his veins ready to go, with a shift of stance he stood steady and strong. Upon hearing the acceptance of his challenge he snarled, he was coming... good it was about time they exchanged more than words! Varg knew what he had to do, he was looking forward to it, since his past he'd not sought out physical confrontations but here he felt there was nothing else to do about the matter. He would fight, for his love, for his children and for himself, to prove a point or to fail miserably and know where he stood, but if he won surely Lore would stop all this nonsense and accept him as the better male abeit his manner around the not quite cubs anymore.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 12:03 pm
A sneer formed on Lore's maw as she heard Virgil's challenging roar echo across the island. He was on his way and there was a fight to come. Good, Lore was ready to see a fight between the two, it would help her to decide which male was strong enough and worthy enough for her. "Here he comes Varg, you better get ready." She said contemptuously, looking at the brown male before looking into the direction Virgil was coming from. Already she was leaning toward Virgil, for one her newest litter was with him and they were still young and ready for training in a few weeks, training she was sure to have a paw in. They were hers, and if Virgil thought he could use them for himself he would be sadly mistaken. Plus Varg had managed to produce a sickening pink cub, and even though she had half the amount of cubs with Virgil none of them were pink.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 9:07 am
(( I would have answered this earlier, but my weekend was super busy. ^w^; ))
Just moments later, Virgil's large form flew out of the trees, hanging above the pair of lions briefly before landing with a loud thud. He smirked cockily, every red stripe on his face seeming to mock his opponent. His stance was solid, and though the battle had not started yet, he was already enjoying himself quite well. With his sharp claws at the ready, Virgil dared to let out a chuckle, thinking that Varg's hot temper would force him into making the first move. A move that Virgil was quite ready for.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 1:31 am
Nothing but Anger continued to fuel him he could see his enemy approaching the time was neigh! He'd wait till he landed then... turning to Lores words Varg saw her expression and the way she spoke, it broke his heart... She wasn't routing for him nor his enemy this was merely a test he knew that but... she really would just throw him away for this guy. As his head swung to see his opponent land something snapped as his heart dropped his feet began to charge, this was for himself now. The lower his feelings became in his mind the more rage he felt, pure adrenaline forcing him to make the first move within a few seconds and leaps he was face to face with Virgil and he'd already brought his claws out ready and prime to swipe, with a swing there it was the first move.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:57 pm
Virgil let out a loud growl and stepped to the side and moved his head quickly, attempting to avoid the main force of Varg's blow. This succeeded for the most part, and the claws of his foe hit little but his thick, striped mane. His muscles tensed as his mind snapped-to, adjusting his strategy to the actions of the were-lion. The expected bite had not come, but perhaps an advantage could be found in the type of attack that was launched. As quickly as the egocentric lion could manage, he snapped at the paw that had just swung, intent on chomping down on fur, flesh, and bone.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 1:37 am
With all the force the were lion had put into the swipe the motion swung his body around and before he had the chance to adjust back to defend he'd already brought his tail up for a quick lash. As his tail went to hit he could feel the surge of pain as teeth sunk down past fur and skin through into muscles and fat, letting loose a yelp that was swiftly followed by a growl he used his body contact to shove with his back leg hard aiming to push his opponent off and far enough away to regain composure. Looked like bringing four feisty cubs up had given him a quicker reaction than he'd thought when it came to sudden needed thinking but his position had really but him at a disadvantage he hoped the kick would alter things to a slightly more even standing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:15 pm
Virgil lost his grip on Varg's tail as a hind paw was stuffed forcefully into his chest. He skidded backwards, his claws digging into the earth beneath him as he came to a halt. After using his wings to steady his stance, Virgil was at it again. He jogged to his left and then turned, charging towards Varg before taking a leap at his side, claws at the ready to dig into his opponent.
(( *smacks writer's block with a stick* o.< ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 7:39 am
The few moments allowed Varg to re-position himself just before he noticed Virgil beginning to charge with quick thinking he pushed off the ground below and let his wings lift him up and out the way. Just as his opponent would skid under him in realization(or so he thought) He'd shift his weight down and lunge a quick and vicious bite and hopefully mauling his enemy of the Isle. Varg had already realised it would be a long fight and Virgil was a younger lion, with more energy... yet the werelion was pulling silly stunts with all the quick small swipes and such.... consuming his precious strength for large attacks would be key... he'd need to start playing it safe....
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:57 pm
As his opponent took to the air, Virgil only quickened his pace. Slowing just to anticipate his landing in the open would be a foolish maneuver, and he instead took cover under a tree, snarling and steeling himself for whatever attack Varg would attempt next. The battle was far from over, he guessed, and keeping his wits about him throughout would ensure victory against the snaggle-toothed one. Virgil was sure of it. A new strategy may have been in order, however... But first things first! Virgil growled, waiting to watch the brown male plummet to the ground, as he assumed would be the case.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:07 am
Varg hadn't been quick enough as he soar down to make his attack his opponent dashed past and away under a tree fo shelter, out of the open finally!
Turning quickly Varg began to charge once more and after a few paces he'd pushed back off and disappeared into one of the higher branches of the tree, it was dubious as to if it would take his weight. With balance and his blood pumping so quickly he mustered enough energy to start causing the leafs to fall onto his opponent below, Varg had never been one for the elegant and sneaky tactics but he really was at a lose any other way he had to try... The werelion had hopes that this would distract his foe just enough to land one of those vicious blows he knew he'd need to do to stand even a chance now, unknown to his way of thinking that if he did achieve this he would be completely vulnerable to Vigils young and quick ways.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:49 pm
Virgil struggled to keep his focus. With leaves falling every which way, there was little he could do to tell the exact location of his foe. But then, a spark lit in his mind.
"You aren't the only one with wings, you fool!" With a frustrated growl he jumped into the air and gave a flap of his wingspan, clawing at and eventually hoisting himself onto one of the branches. It creaked beneath his girth, but he paid it no mind; that was what his wings were for. He kept them at the ready in case of a need to fly, be it in steadying a fall, escape, or something more... creative. He snarled as his eyes shifted back and forth through the canopy of the plant. Virgil still hadn't spotted Varg, but had the feeling that a claw or fang would be hurling at him before he knew it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:02 am
Great your mine this time!
An invisible smirk appeared on Vargs maw as he lent down to go and dive onto his foe, his weight shifting forwards and just as his paw left the branch a CRACK indicated that Varg had gotten just a little bit too cocky. Within moments he had fallen down onto Virgil and snapping that branch too, with furious and close up swipes he tried to land a good few hits in before either both or him would land in a heap on the floor. The thought of using his wings just too much in such a hurried and forced situation, besides the overwhelming feeling that this was it, he had to win now or never he was feeling as old as he looked with his scars and ragged shorts. Fighting off the tired achy feeling Varg let loose a roar of all roars and kicked, swiped, bit anything in an attempt to weaken his foe, if Virigl hadn't kept him in the air he'd plummet to the floor and that would probably finish him...
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 4:45 pm
Virgil barely had time to react as the older lion pounced upon him, breaking the branch where he had found his footing. Had he not readied his wings before, a plummet to the ground would have resulted in a likely grave injury, or at least one that would have slowed him down considerably. Luck was on the arrogant lion's side, however, as his outstretched wings slowed their decent drastically. When Varg began his mad attack, Virgil let out a roar of mixed pain and rage. This cry was not viewed as a weakness to him, but rather a technique. Indeed, his outburst helped him to focus on what had to be done. With a few forceful flaps, Virgil barrel rolled as quickly as he could manage in midair, attempting to fling Varg off, and finish what they had started. If successful, he would steady himself in the sky, and plan his next move if the need arose.
Nero's maw hung open as he stared upwards from his cover. Since the fight started, the brown cub had silently cheered his father on, hoping that just by beating that other male that things would return to normal. As his claws dug deeper into the soil below, it seemed to Nero that any traces of that hope were long gone. What Varg was doing looked like the last-ditch effort that it was... Unless something really changed, he feared for his father's chances at victory. Or, if this stranger had a mind anything like the cub's own, he feared for his father's very life.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:56 am
Luckily for Varg his descent had been slowed with his claws scratching into Virgil had given him a chance to get in those few attacks he'd hoped and also decreased the speed in which he was about to fall. With each swipe he was becoming lower and lower down his foe but Virgil had lowered considerably from his previous position it seemed, not that Varg had realised, he was tired and as he tried to swipe one last time he missed his enemies foot and fell the rest of the way. It may of not been as far as he previously feared but it was still far enough to deal a nasty blow to the older lion. With a roar of pain he lay on the ground huffing and puffing, it looked like he was done for. He'd put up a good fight, he'd tried to defend his honor... his family but the other male was younger, stronger and quicker. Without movement he lay there feeling the result of the fight, he had scratches that where bleeding and joints that refused to move in protest to his using them all too quickly than he ought to.
Slowly he could feel his eyes wonder over to Lore, he'd expect her to wear that smirk as if he'd played into her vicious little game but he still hoped even after all this that maybe she'd looked worried....
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:17 pm
Her black claws had been unsheathed and digging into the flesh of the earth as she watched the battle progress. So, she had made a mistake in choosing Varg. Well, she hadn't met Virgil until after she was pregnant and even then she had sensed that he was the wiser choice for her malicious and shallow desires. For one he was handsome, far more handsome than Varg could ever hope to be. He did have snaggle teeth, and those shorts! If it wasn't for the strength and power he possessed when they met she probably would never had born his cubs.
When the werelion fell to the ground, bloodied and beaten she stepped forward with her smirk. "Enough, I've seen who the best suited lion is for me and my plans. Virgil," she looked at the striped male, "let's return to the cave. I'm sure by now the cubs will have awakened, and I'll not let anylion near them that would dare mess with them." Lore sneered in contempt as she looked back at her now former mate. "Yes, cubs. Two cubs that, with Virgil's blood, will no doubt be more powerful than the four you sired could ever be." There she was, adding insult to injury, salt to the bleeding wounds. "And by the way Hyde, it was I who sought him."
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