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Post by Picasso on Feb 27, 2013 12:48:30 GMT
Training to be a warrior Okay, so the Lexis members are training how to fight. We will have three separate threads with one member being the leader of each thread.
The Characters:
Celia - leader of the training session Mika
Crystal Hunter
Trojan @jaxattax
Lulu @pan
Chip
So Celia will be the character to teach the others how to fight against their enemies. I expect lots of juicy plotties <3
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Post by Hunter on Feb 27, 2013 13:35:20 GMT
"Speech."
How had she come to be this unlucky? Not only was she stuck here with Celia; the newcomer lioness who’d taken her place as the leader of the Lexis Tribe – a tribe whose members she barely seemed to care about, and Trojan; the old dog who thought nothing much of her – oh no, only foul comments was thrown her way from his dirty, old mouth. No, not only was she stuck with those two, she’d also happened to be so unlucky as to being forced to train in the hideous place of Westbourne JUNKKYARD. How was she, in any way, going to be able to enjoy herself at this place with these two drags? And then there was all this fighting. Surely a bit of training wold be good so that you could defend yourself, but Crystal still had to confess she didn’t like the thought about eliminating the Tempest Pack. She just still couldn’t see them having good odds against the well trained – not to mention bloodthirsty – dogs. At least she was a big cat. It made her feel much more secure since there came a natural strength with it. It would take minimum two adult dogs to bring her down despite she was as young as she was. She’d have felt much more vulnerable had she been a small cat whose spine easily could be crunched by a dog’s massive jaws. So she definitely had something to be grateful about.
But she wasn’t much for the thoughts anyways and shoved them aside. She might as well groom her fur a bit while she was waiting for the training to begin. Licking her fur continuously with her rough tongue, Crystal’s already pretty fur soon started to look much more perfect. With that soft, white fur and marvellous spots of hers, it was of utmost importance to make sure it always looked pretty. She might as well look dazzling instead of pretty if she was to stand in the spotlight. And just because they were going to fight didn’t mean they couldn’t be civilized. Oh well, I shouldn’t make things worse than they are, she thought and looked around after having groomed her thick fur. Chip and Lulu were here as well. Chip was a sweetheart, Crystal hadn’t a thing against him, and Lulu was a complete darling. She probably wasn’t the sharpest, but she always seemed to be in a good mood and always considerate of others. Stretching her long body, the young snow leopard made ready to begin their first training session.
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Post by Mika on Feb 27, 2013 15:23:12 GMT
Though they could probably still catch her scent, the lioness kept herself hidden until her group arrived. How the hell had she ended up with this particular gang of misfits? The disgrace was here, licking her fur as if how she looked really mattered. She probably won't even have a coat to clean after the battle. Then there was the idiot, the one who proved that dogs could be dumber than they already were. The old fart was here too, most likely he would be complaining through the whole thing. Then there was Chip, the dog who was made to despise his own kind, as he should.
Whatever gods there were must be laughing their butts off, this group was pathetic. How could anyone train these idiots to be warriors. Celia couldn't help but chuckle a little. It didn't really matter, the Lexis tribe wouldn't have to worry about fighting for too long. And, if they did pay attention and learn, they could weaken the Tempest. Still she couldn't help but wounder how Alex got respect from the pride. 'Oh, right. There's that.' She thought as the image of a certain feline who so boldly showed disrespect to two full grown lions. The lioness pushed that thought away; it wasn't Alex's fault that one of his subordinates was an idiot.
Celia stood from her resting place a short distance away from them, shook her fur, then walked toward her group. She slowly walked toward them from behind, a calm expression on her face. 'Just like at the meeting, lets get this over with quickly, shall we?' She began to speak as she passed them, wasting no time in starting. She had an idea of what she could do, once an individual was done they could go and do whatever.
"You win a battle with skill, not with brute strength." She looked down at the snow leopard as she passed. "We'll start with you." She walked into a wide area, there were no old car or trash in the way. The lioness stopped a short distance away and turned to Crystal.
"Come at me." Was all she said as she waited for the snow leopard to make a move. Anyone who actually knew Celia could say this was just an excuse to ruin her good looks, and Celia would agree. 'This could also be a way to put them in their place.'
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 17:52:17 GMT
Cicadas droned off in the hot summer air, and the old dog's head pounded in time to their song. Panting under thick fur, large tufts of it trying to escape his body, Trojan sat in the shade of a nearby tree. He was far enough away from the young snow leopard to where it was clear he didn't want to hear any of her crap, but close enough to where his distasteful glare could burn into the back of her pretty little empty head. Thick ropes of saliva hung from his jowls, pooling just between his front paws. Slurping at a tendril swinging from his lips, Trojan leaned forwards, towards Crystal, in the hopes that she'd be at least mildly horrified by it. He couldn't help it. He was just an old, miserable coot, after all. What power that remained in his decrepit body was waning fast. Wincing, he shifted, his old bones creaking and his swollen brain throbbing. He might have been a warrior before, but not now. All that he waited and hoped for was the end. Most others knew it was coming, that the old bat Trojan didn't have much time left. But what most didn't know was why he chose to hang on for so long. Why hadn't he ended his suffering already? What was there left for him to do? His shoulders sagging, the mastiff lost himself in his thoughts for a moment. What was it again...?
His focus snapped to attention as that despicable rat of a lioness came crawling out of the woods. The stench of death and despair hung off her like she thought it was haute couture. Trojan stifled a growl as she went past the lot of them, his dark amber eyes denying nothing of the hatred he felt for her. That was it; he knew his reason for living, even if for just a bit longer. Shifting about a bit more, Trojan rose uneasily to his feet, his head swinging back and forth as if he was blind already. With the headaches came a whole slew of different problems, but thus far he'd been able to manage well enough. His ears twitching to hear Celia's shrill voice, he frowned, a trademark glare shooting out at her from under heavy lids. Yes, but I don't care how skilled you think you are, lion. Bite off more than you can chew and the masses will overwhelm you. Spoken almost as if a threat, a low growl burbled up in Trojan's throat again. He knew damn well if the creatures of Lexis could get their act together for even a few minutes, they'd all be rid of this monster. But there lay the problem; Celia wasn't appointed to command, she took it. Something that many of the animals of Lexis were terrified of doing. Those that would have taken command would have done so in a way that would have likely gotten them killed. So many missed chances, so many different roads already blocked off. Shaking out his rough fur, little puffs of his coat caught on the wind, blowing away to where ever hairballs go to die.
Be careful, Spot. He muttered, referring to Crystal. She's bigger than you. She hits harder than you. But you're smaller, faster; wear her fat ass out before trying anything. Not that he wouldn't mind seeing the screaming chew toy get smacked around a bit. He would love to witness such a great event. But at the current time, that would mean losing to Celia. If there was one thing he hated more than the little annoying furball, it was the big one. Trudging over to a comfier place, the decrepit mastiff sprawled out in the shade once more, trails of shedding fur blowing in his wake. |
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Post by Hunter on Mar 1, 2013 18:35:43 GMT
"Speech."
Trojan’s mouth water was starting to irritate her. But what could she say? Keep your slobber for yourself? It wouldn’t really work with such a big, fuzzy dog. Not to mention her own, thick fur. At least she wasn’t throwing saliva all over the place like the old one. But couldn’t he at LEAST stop glaring her right into her neck? She was sure of him doing it, he’d done it before, and it was almost, almost, more irritating than all the liquid coming out of his mouth. Crystal had learned to be respectful toward her elders because their wisdom was important for the younger members of the tribe, but she really couldn’t see any wisdom in Trojan – or perhaps it was just hidden away somewhere deep beneath all the fluffy wrinkles of his.
The young snow leopard stopped stretching out as Celia emerged their little gathering, speaking her few words of wisdom. Their lioness leader was for sure a female of few words, going straight to the point. Crystal narrowed her dark eyes slightly when Celia said she’d start with her. And what exactly was she going to do? Let her ass be kicked just like that? But it wasn’t like she would step down from the challenge. Even the smallest scratch she made on Celia would make her feel godlike. ”With pleasure,” she said shortly with a false purr caressing her words. But before she could make ready for anything, Trojan spoke up, and even though she hadn’t much left for him, she couldn’t entirely hide a snicker at his words. She knew the old dog never would move even a wrinkle to defend her, but something told Crystal that he disliked Celia even more. And that was enough for her. Even the slightest thing a tribe member would do to oppose her felt like a gift for Crystal who still despised the lioness for taking her position –even if it was nothing but a few spiteful comments from Trojan.
She made ready for attack when the old, sick dog interrupted and the young snow leopard had to confess she was a bit confused by this even though she didn’t let it show. The old fart, giving her advice!? Who’d have thought about that! ”I’m no ‘spot’, grandpa,” she called to him but couldn’t hide the smile on her lips. ”But thanks anyways, though you should be careful – we can’t have me thinking you’ve actually started to like me!” With that she started to stalk around Celia as if she was prey. She’d hunted plenty of times before. Battling was different, but since she knew nothing of it, there wasn’t much else she could do. Besides, she liked thinking of Celia as a big, stupid old cow. Crystal was smaller and swifter as Trojan had said, perhaps that was what she could use as her advantage if in need against the Tempest Pack… Trojan would be helped by all his wrinkles which the dogs couldn’t chew through… or make his enemies skate in all his saliva. That’d be useful. She then tried to attack, dashing out toward Celia’s left flank but recoiling quickly to the right before impact and attacked again, now trying to get a swipe at Celia’s right side, hoping the lioness would’ve been left slightly unguarded there due to her first attack.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 21:12:12 GMT
So much violence. Chip wasn't a huge fan. The big dog laid out under a nearby tree, listening to the bickering and panting slightly in the heat. The giant dog - Trojan - was out there having some kind of argument with the lion or something. Chip honestly didn't care. He wasn't here to get in arguments. Not that Chip cared much for the other dog; even for a canine he was remarkably obnoxious. Irritating. The young rott stared boredly at the other animals, watching Trojan attempt to get the snow leopard Crystal to gang up on the lioness. He wasn't sure what the problem was here.
Honestly, he was pretty much willing to just let them have their little fight, but there was supposed to be some work going on here. Training, that was it. Chip needed all the training he could get. The dog stood, shook his fur out, and started wandering over toward the brewing argument to see if they would move on.
They appeared to do so of their own accord. Chip stopped, dithered for a minute, and then wandered awkwardly away and over to another tree. He plopped himself back down in the shade and resumed panting. It was pretty hot outside. Fortunately he didn't have really long fur or anything, so it wasn't that bad, but the heat wasn't his favorite either. If Chip had to pick a time for this training, it would have been earlier in the morning or at night, not in the middle of the day. Oh well.
Complaining wasn't his style anyway. He rested his head on his paws and watched the fight curiously and waited for his turn.
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Post by Mika on Mar 1, 2013 21:48:59 GMT
Of course, the old fart didn't skip a beat,he practically jumped at the chance to try and taunt the lioness. Just like he did to everyone else. Celia ignored the dog, he never had anything important to say, if the old dog did have any wisdom to offer, he kept it hidden for some stupid reason. 'Remember, you can never expect anything more from a dog.'Maybe he would get his turn. Maybe. Trojan was old and completely useless. His only possible use was slobbering and pissing everyone off. Why had he even bothered to come? It would have been better if he hadn't come at all. Those who didn't agree with her proposition of attacking Tempest had left. Celia wouldn't be surprised if Trojan had gone with them. So why was he still here. 'Another dog with a death wish.' The lioness thought to herself.
Celia had already decided that the old dog would die by her claws for looking down on her. It would be slow, death was much to kind of a punishment for anyone. She turned her full attention to the snow leopard. All she was going to do was beat her around a bit and say her skills were okay, then move on. She wasn't going to wast her time on one of them when there are others waiting to learn.
Celia turned her body slightly to keep an eye on Crystal as she stalked around her as if she were prey. She allowed the snow leopard to get close, swiping at the smaller feline with her left paw as soon as she moved right to touched her right flank. She then lurched forward to knock the smaller cat over. Celia's main goal at the moment was to get Crystal dirty, or cause something to happen to make her leave once they were done.
Just one or two more times, then she would move on to the next one.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 21:17:59 GMT
”Speech.” Thoughts.
Lulu was completely elated with the whole situation she was put in. Training! she thought, bouncing around and wiggling her toes in the mud, I'm going to learn how to fight! It wasn't the thrill of killing or even the eagerness to wage war that most warriors had - in fact, Lulu deeply dreaded hurting another, but it was the pure joy of learning and the knowledge that she was being educated in how to protect her tribe, that gave her such a rush.
She had entered the clearing and taken a spot near Trojan, giggling stupidly at the drool he aimed towards the snow leopard near him while resisting the urge to warn her before it was too late. Lulu playfully, but mindfully nudged the old Mastiff that laid beside her, oblivious to the painful repercussions it might have on his head, but careful not to upset any of the more obvious traits that came with old age.
Lulu inspected herself with a serious expression that muffled a wide grin. She flicked her feathery tail and flexed her short legs. A gratifying, deep stretch coerced Lulu's confidence out with messages of health and preparation. She assessed her senses by twitching her nose and sniffing, as well as flapping her ears in a way that surely looked strange to an observer. She suddenly frowned at her soft, long fur, wondering if it could prove to be a hindrance in battle.
'Battle...'
She shivered at the word, and the feverishness that came with it conflicted with the dread such a concept invoked. Battle was such a strong word - it made the entire idea of protectiveness and defense seem so much more intimidating, serious and honestly brutal. Lulu let out a sharp breath and shook out her fur, trying to motivate herself by expanding the space her hair took up and standing straighter. Her hazel eyes hit those of the new leader's, and she had to resist the mighty urge to shrink away; instead opting to give a friendly, wavering smile... which was ignored.
The dog dipped her head with brief embarrassment and turned her attention over to her fellow comrades; the happiness of using such a word pushed aside any insecurity she may have felt. The banter between the group felt refreshing in these times of confusion and separation, and Lulu found herself wagging her tail and wishing to join in. Just then, Crystal was chosen to engage in the first lesson, and Lulu donned her mask of unsmiling focus and seriousness.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 6, 2013 16:00:51 GMT
"Speech."
Chip and Lulu hadn’t made much of an appearance yet. But she couldn’t really blame them for being quiet – except for Lulu’s grins about Trojan’s slobbering. Both of them were big dogs, so just with Trojan and herself, the summer heat was tiring. Not to mention that training in it made it feel even worse. The Rottweiler had moved back again to lay under the shade of a tree, and Crystal thought for a moment that he looked almost disappointed for not being picked for the training fight. What was he thinking about all this battle stuff anyways? As for Lulu… Well, all that wouldn’t want to fight the Tempest had already left the tribe and Crystal had shortly wondered if going with them would’ve been better. But no way was she just leaving Celia to boss around with the rest of the tribe members. She couldn’t just leave them all with that tyrant. She knew she was young herself, but she still couldn’t understand why the tribe had chosen Celia above her as their new leader.
Celia’s eyes scanner her movements as she circled around her. But Crystal couldn’t figure if the leader’s stare was bored or actually focused. As she attacked for Celia’s right side, Celia defended herself with a solid attack, swiping at Crystal who tripped over as she tried to dodge the lioness. But unfortunately for Crystal, her stumbling made her an easy target for Celia’s next attack as she darted forward and knocked the young snow leopard over to bite the dust – after rolling over herself a few times from the impact of course. A low, irritated growl emerged from her throat as she lay, face down, on the ground, not wanting to know how miserable her newly groomed pelt was after having roller over. Who’d taught that lioness to fight? And where did she come from anyways!? As she lifted her head, she sent a death glare in Celia’s direction. ”Well that was mean,” she grumbled to herself, now coming onto her four and shook her dappled coat. The other big cat had clearly done it just to make her look dirty, and yes she had succeeded! Luckily for Crystal, the heat had warmed the ground so most of it was dust instead of mud, making it close to easy for her to shake it off.
She readied herself again. There was no way she was going to give up by just being knocked off once! And at least her rolling over hadn’t hurt too much, she was still perfectly capable of fighting. But this time she wasn’t as patient as before. I’m going to get you, she thought as she once more, more fiercely this time, attacked the lioness again, this time aiming toward Celia’s right shoulder.
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