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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:04 pm
This RP is logged from AIM. It is between the lions Chandra, played by Scaramouche Fandango, and Ares, played by Death Resurrected.
It had been a good fight, a fair fight, and a brutal fight. Chandra had greatly enjoyed watching it- at times, she felt a pang of envy towards the males for being able to get their aggression out in the open. But those pangs passed quickly; after all, open displays of emotion were so... base. And crude. And vulgar. She carefully watched the two males as the loser backed off, his back a bloody mess of scars. The winner, an earth-colored male with a boldly streaked mane, tended to his wounds where he was, the other slinking away to perhaps garner pity. Ignoring him, Chandra studied the other male. She was impressed with the way he fought; his claws, long and sharp, were caked with the other male's blood, and his own wounds were really minimal compared to what the other suffered. There was something about his face that was quite appealing- his eyes carried a cold ferocity that carried a lot of Da'lin pride in them. And they were blue, like her own. She liked that quite a bit. He'd be a handsome male to have by her side, that he would, and if she moved in quickly, she'd be noted as the female who'd snagged a winner. This, of course, would make him want to prove himself more often as the other females fawned around her, and the circle would continue until they were right in the top of the public opinion. And there was the fact that she'd been dreadfully bored lately; this, at the very least, would be fun. There was a nasty-looking wound on his flank; it might be difficult for him to clean. She could start with that. She approached him with her head dropped a bit, showing a respectful attitude towards the recent victor. "That was some fight," she purred heartily as she neared him. "I hope your injuries aren't too grievous." It was a start.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:05 pm
"Nothing I cannot handle," he replied with a low, gruff voice. his cool blue eyes watched the female carefully, and observing. She was quite attractive. He had been with a few. They were all strong and okay on the eye but this one was appealing. He bowed his head subtly as his ears flickered forward to hear her. 'As could be expected. Not many have beaten me.' He smirked lightly as he rested his physique, finally resting his muscles and fatigue.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:07 pm
Chandra giggled quietly and, she hoped, sweetly. "Oh, I can imagine you'd be hard to defeat; you're a big, touch-looking lion, Mr...." She paused, taking a well-placed breath. Best not to look too forward or anything. "I'm so sorry- I was so engrossed in watching your victory, I never caught your name, champ." She smiled, tossing her head a bit so that her fur flipped away from her eyes, showing off their brightness to its full potential. "I'm Chandra. Need any help? Some healing herbs, perhaps?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:08 pm
Champ? He was thinking in his head over and over. She had spunk, of course what Da'lin lioness didn't? He loved them, he loved being with them. No normal lioness could compare, perhaps in beauty but not in mind. He smirked lightly, "Ares," he responded. She was being nice for the most part. He looked to his wound and shrugged it off. It was a deep gash, he didn't show the pain however. He was too tough for that in front of a female. What kind of guy would he be if he let her take care of him. His eyes narrowed lightly, he felt she was being...almost too nice. As he was about to decline he was entranced by her light blue hued eyes. He had to take a moment to compose himself. "Some help...might be nice," he replied with one narrowed eye, while doing so he tried to analyze the female.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:09 pm
"Ares. Strong name. Strong lion. There's leaves that will stop the wound from festering that grow very near to here; if you'll come with me, I'll apply them for you. We'll walk slow; the bleeding's seemed to slow down a bit. If the edges stay open, the juice of the leaves can get down in the wound better." She knew that he wouldn't show weakness and let his wound stop him, and the edge of the lake was really close by. And application of healing leaves was just personal enough- it wasn't an intimate act like licking the wound, which would seem vulgar between two lions with such little between them, yet it wasn't turning him over to the healers, which would seem cold and impersonal. This, she was sure, was the best course of action. She hadn't actually listened to her grandmother, that old, batty healer for nothing; she could tend his wounds, and he'd feel indebted to her. It was very difficult to keep the edges of her smile from curling up in deviousness; she managed to keep her face friendly as possible while she moved to be in a position to support him if he needed it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:07 pm
Ares watched her, there was something about her. It was that manipulitive and devious nature of the females like him. Which was precisely why they liked him. If she could get under his nose without him noticing then he'd make her his. It's how he was, he was possessive and protective, its what he always had been. Though he was still unsure of her motives he wanted to find out. Then again he wouldn't decline an offer to be with one like her. He listened to her and nodded his head in agreement, "I suppose it couldn't hurt." He looked at where he was, he was comfertable and the wound was making his leg stiff. It was hard for him to get up but he made it look almost effortless. He glanced at her, she looked petite to him. Though most females did. "Shall we go then Chandra?" he said her name with such a smoothness it would make anyone quiver. He looked at her with a charmed smile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:08 pm
Chandra loved the way he said her name. It was smooth and rich, succulent, like a cool drink of water under the heat of the sun. "The plants grow just by the lake," she said, watching his leg. It was impressive, how he sloughed off the pain, ignoring it to look strong. Just like a good Da'lin should. She walked with her head low, pulled slightly into herself. It made her look smaller, more vulnerable, more feminine. She liked the males she flirted with to be strong and masculine, and a smaller, more 'helpless' female often brought out the beast inside. "I know right where to find them- my grandmother was a healer, and she taught me a few things. Sometimes it pays to listen to the elders," she said with a bit of a laugh, hoping to lighten the mood. She wanted to take his mind entirely off the wound and shift them over to her. "And I won't chew you out for fighting, like a healer might, nor will I grumble over the time I spend with you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:10 pm
He looked at her suspiciously, “Well that’s rather convenient for me to run into you then?” he inquired. “Well that’s a plus, who wants a nag to be hanging on them every second healing their wounds. You aren’t too bad though from what I can tell as of now.” It was hard for him to take his eyes from her but he managed to, only to walk beside her to know where they were going. He wondered what a girl like her was doing on her own. He knew their kind traveled alone for some parts, there wasn’t a lot of them. He always had the idea of getting his kind in a group. The leaders, the warriors, the cunning, they would rise to the top and burn never ending. “Water will be a nice reprieve to I would guess.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:11 pm
"You flatter me," she said, dipping her head low, coyly, showing off her sleek, shiny coat. "Personally," she purred as she escorted the male to the water, "I'd almost dare to say I was destined to run into you. I think that you and I, perhaps, are slated for something more than subordination in a pride. Imagine, a strong male like you, surrounded by worshippers... but I speak of daydreams." This, of course, was a falsehood. She knew exactly of what she was speaking; currently, she was attempting to put thoughts in his head, strong thoughts that would put her and a group of her closest friends right into a position of power. "Right now, we need to get that wound taken care of."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:12 pm
He rumbled, he liked the thought but it was as if she were reading his mind. He wondered if instead she was a healer but a seer. But he doubted it. “Destined you say?” he rose an eye with a devious smirk. Her manipulative ways perhaps might’ve worked easily on a regular lion but he was Da’lin. He knew their kind all too well. It was why they were meant for each other. They balanced each other out. “Day dreams, for now. I have a cub to take care of for the moment.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:13 pm
Although she managed to keep her smile, Chandra's stomach dropped. A cub? That meant he'd been... with... another female. But her smile picked up just a tiny bit when she realized that if the female wasn't taking care of the cub, that must mean she was out of the picture. This, like everything else, could and would be twisted to her advantage. "A cub? It takes more than just strength to raise a child. You must be really something, to have the strength to defeat your enemies and the compassion to rear a child to be the best Da'lin imaginable, compassion to the point where you saw that your child was worth more than whatever female was the mother. Who was it, by the way?" If she knew the female, she'd be more than happy to lord it over her, that she'd been unfit to raise her cub. "And do you have a strong son, or a daughter who's lucky enough to inherit your looks?" Her eyes gleamed. She so hoped that the cub was a daughter, for the idea of having a paw in the girl's rearing thrilled her. She'd have her own little devoted minion!
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:14 pm
He looked at her, he wasn’t going to just let her tramp around in his life but he didn’t mind talking to her. Though she seemed strong so having her around might be good, Circe would need a proper mother figure. He looked to her, her name was “Nyxie. She was lower than my standards, she wasn’t our kind. I didn’t believe I had gotten her pregnant until I saw Circe. She carries our traits. One I saw her I deemed Nyxie unfit and she is with me now, as she should be. There were two other cubs, they don’t look like us, but they have our blood running through them. There was a lighter blond cub and a lighter female. The female was a softie, the male I really couldn’t tell. I couldn’t take them with me though. They’d be eaten alive out here.” His cool blue eyes watched her as he could smell the sweet, succulent water from a short distance.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:15 pm
Ahhh, it was one of those. "She sounds like a lucky little girl, to have inherited the strong Da'lin traits, especially with such a low mother. You did the right thing taking her away from there- she'd grow up all wrong with such weak creatures around her. I'm sure that if your son grows up into one of us, he'll come find you, and then you can finish his education. I would love to meet your little Circe sometime." A sharp, sweet smell crept into her nose; she could smell the plant she needed, and, surely enough, she could see its light blooms. "Ah, here! This is the plant I need. Would you be so good as to lie down, so that I can apply it more easily?" She batted her eyelashes at Ares, so that he would understand that she wasn't asking him to submit, but to just go along with her. "It will take a very brief amount of time."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:16 pm
“Anything for you,” he winked at her; before he got to lying down he took a few drinks from the water. “Maybe, I suppose a female of the Da’lin wouldn’t be too bad. She could see what a real lioness is like.” He moved to lay down and eased down on his wounded leg watching the female carefully that she wasn’t trying to poison him. He tended to be slightly distrustful when it comes to female. It was good thing too, since accidents happened. He didn’t plan on making any of those anytime soon. “I couldn’t imagine what sort of terror she would be if left with her mother. Nyxie didn’t seem to want her anyways, can you imagine that? The girl has potential, I can say that with ninety nine percent confident.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:18 pm
"Oh, I believe that you can say with a hundred percent confidence that she will turn out splendidly; after all, you've brought her home, to where she truly belongs." Chandra's nose flushed a bit; oh, he was a devastating beast! It was easy to see how that weak follower of Zahina fell for him! With a slight scraping motion, she gathered up the leaves of one of the plants with her paw. The leaves were thick; these she scored with a claw. The juice that oozed out was thick and green, and smelled cool and fresh. She licked one of the leaves, to test just how fresh they were. The leaves were quite suitable, and, carefully manipulating them, she rubbed the thick sap around the edges of the wounds, cleaning and sealing them. "Y'know, I could help teach her, if you'd like. I have been taught more than your average female- I know the basics of healing, as well as the hunting skills we're so famous for. As you can imagine, knowing the herbal lore of our land is a good bit of knowledge to acquire, but a healer will charge you a pretty penny for it. As I can hunt for myself, I'd teach her with no barter needed."
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