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 Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 4:33 pm
She came infront of him and stopped. "But for how long? How long will this hate let you live? Keep going, and it may very well lead toward your death...Look, I'm not asking to share your story or your reasons...I'm just asking for you to rest for one night. Just on simple little night. You can leave as soon as day breaks...besides, you're heading the way game is slim." She shrugged and looked back into his eyes really hoping she had gotten through to him. "If you don't want to stay, I'll move out fo your way...I promise.."
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 4:42 pm
"If I rest one night, then it will take me two more days to be on the road again." He said with limited expression, "it's called cramps,...muscle cramps." He walked on. About the only reason he would stop would be for food, but then again,..he didn't like accepting 'charity', such as he would call it. He didn't like the pleading of another, it only aggitated him. He prefurred, even if he didn't recognise it, to be fought of issues. He would bend easier if fought, then begged. Because breaking to someones begs and pleas showd the limits of one's patience; Falling to ones fight was meerly to honor thier triumph and be done.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 4:54 pm
She growled at him. "Fine! Be like that! I don't understand arrogant lions like you who would rather die then take kindness. You probably think its charity, but it's not! We simply want to help you on your journey, but I guess you're too bull headed to do anything...coward." She bared her fangs then looked over at him with a fierceness that she never had before. Her canines were bared as her claws were now unsheathed.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 5:02 pm
His furr bristled and he snarled. Letting aout a growled he roared; "You know NOTHING about what I think" he said as on impulse of anger strook her on the should with a large clawed paw. He walked over to the ligress, "I do not intend on dyeing, because I am too bullheaded to die." He spat his words like venom as he snarled.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 5:19 pm
Karver noticed this and gave a roar charging toward the rogue. "If you dare hu--" He began but was soon stopped by his niece.
"No, Uncle! I'll take care of this!" She snarled and slapped him across the maw with her delicate, but deadly, clawed paw. "You may be surprised about what I know you think! I see you hurting and I see you hating! Those are two emotions that will get you killed one day, it is inevitable." She stood tall as her shoulder began to bleed slightly. It was deep due to his masculine paw and she would probably have a scar. No matter, she would deal with this rogue. Her eyes stared into his unwaveringly as she suddenly pounced upon him. Her claws hooked onto his back as her teeth went toward his neck. "Listen to me, Rogue! I'm like you. I'm hurting inside and I'm hating inside. Because of it, I'm dying inside! And you are too!"
At her command, he stopped watching them with worried looks. "Anya! Stop this madness!"
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 5:32 pm
Chaos somehow got the lioness off, "You may think you know me, but that isn't even the tip of the proverbial iceberge!" he said in a hiss, eyes on fire. And what he said was true,...his philosophy and feelings were beyond words. He stood tall, and proud once more, with the lioness off of him. He didn't care if the lioness did hurt, it was not for her to understand. To him, saying she was like he, was an insult,..at least to him. He didn't care if his hate would be the end of him. He didn't care about the concerns of another. He didn't care about anyone but himself; He didn't get into anyone's business, and just the same, he didn't take nicely to another interfering with his.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 5:37 pm
Anya looked up at him and nodded. "Ok...go. I give up. I'm sorry..." She got up and limped back toward the pool past her uncle. A trail of blood was left behind as she collapsed near to he water. The pain was intense in her shoulder, but she didn't let the water soak it. Taking a few laps of water, she closed her eyes beginning to rest as the blood flow began to stop.
He looked over at the Rogue and growled. "I don't know what your problem is, and I don't care why, but you didn't have to do that to Anya. She was simply trying to help you and yet you treat her like that! Don't touch her again, you hear!" He gave a deep throated growl as he turned and trotted up the trail to find his niece.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 5:44 pm
Chaos couldn't help but smirk, but it left as he began to speak again, "I think I perhaps shall rest here,..." he said knowing a king could not take back an offer. He didn't know why he did this. perhaps just to madden the ligeress further,...perhaps because a part of him just knew he neded the rest. Whatever it was, he had made a desicion.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 5:57 pm
Karver nodded looking back over his shoulder. "Fine. Just don't touch Anya, again..." He bared his fangs then walked up to the lake where his niece was. Noticing her, he nuzzled the ligeress. "Hun, are you ok? I know that stings, but just rest. Listen, the rogue is going to stay with us for the night, but I made sure that he wouldn't touch you..is that alright?"
Anya was practically dead to feeling. She was gloomy and so emotionally wrecked she wouldn't move. "That's fine..." She barely whispered. "I don't care anymore...I'll just sleep outside..." She closed her eyes for another moment letting her breathing become more equal. She thought about the rogue and his hurting and slowly began to cry. She wasn't crying because of the wounds...she was crying because he couldn't cry for himself.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:12 pm
Hope kept silent. She knew more than she was willing to say. Most of what she knew she had learned from Wategra. the memory still rang;
Wategra: Don't ever ask another lion about thier past.
Hope: And why not?
Wategra: It's an insult, to some. Not everyone can live happy lives, and asking them about thier life can be irritating. When you make someone think about something that could be so emotionally hurtful, thier first reaction is anger.
Hope: Why not just say what is bothering them?
Wategra: *growls, then calms* Because,...the magnitude of one person's feelings brought on by a certain event, could be alot different than someone else who never experianced it. even if thier hurting inside too.
Hope took her sister's words to heart,...too bad it was to late to share them with Anya. However, the pink lioness could not help but feel that things would straighten out on thier own time. Chaos didn't seem like to bad a person, as long as you dind't get into his personal business, so she shrugged it all off.
"feh" Chaos made way to the river, casting meerly a glance to Anya as he went over, mere feet from her, and took a drink from the waters.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:18 pm
Anya didn't even notice the lion. She was too deep in resting to notice. She also didn't notice that something very large and dangerous was near to her form in the river. The reptilian eyes of the crocodile watched its prey closely waiting for the right moment to strike. To the untrained eye, it looked like a normal floating log.
Karver had came back to hope sighing softly. "She's just resting near the lake...I think she'll be fine." He nudged his mate softly. "What shall we do about this rogue? He seems dangerous but...I'm not sure. Should we just leave it alone until he leaves? And what the hell am I going to tell Akitunde about this?!" He shot up quickly fully alert, his left ear twitching. "Oh that lion is gonna have my hide!"
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:26 pm
"there are,..some lions," Hope started slowly, "..that you,..just don't ask about thier pasts." She said, looking down at the ground as she walked, "The rouge,..is just one of those lions, much like Wategra. Only my sister wears her anger on her fur,....he," she said refuring to Chaos, "seems to prefur to hide his feelings with silence,..or arrogance." She nodded, and sat down near the cave.
Ice eyes peered over to what at first looked like a log, and as he continued to stare, the lion recognised the creature for what it was,...a reptilian danger. A growel started deep in his throught. Fight or flight. if the crock made a move, his actions would be decided in that instant; with no time for thought.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:34 pm
Something told her to open her eyes. What she saw did not bode well for her. Anya gave a slight yowl as she jumped away from the croc at the last second. His jaws snapped down on thin air as she got away. She winced at the injury on her shoulder as she fell. The beast came out of the water toward the ligeress. He was hungry and if going on land was the risk, so be it.
He was about to reply when he heard the call. "Did you hear that?" He asked looking over his shoulder at the lake. "Something's going on!" He turned and sprinted toward the area calling over his shoulder, "Hope! Stay there! I'll be back!" His muscles rippled under his fur as she saw the danger. He let out a loud roar coming close to the beast. "Get away from her!" He called not even bothering to notice the stranger.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:41 pm
Even before he could hear Karver,...Chaos had attacked the crocodile as it had lept towards Anya. A powerful foot plopped onto it's weak mouth, his jaw latched onto it's head, about around the eyes, and another forepaw on it's rib,...
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:45 pm
Karver appeared on scene coming toward the beast. Snarling, he placed his clawed forepaw on one of it's eyes slashing it a bit. The croc lifted its head and opened its mouth shuttings its eyes in pain. Karver then swiped at the exposed throat, the blood coming out in short spurts.
The ligeress watched in slight awe as the stranger came to her rescue. She tried to crawl as far as possible from it, her eyes wide and mouth widely opened. She winced as her wound opened up again bleeding on the sand and dirt.
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