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Post by Picasso on Apr 19, 2013 11:26:42 GMT
The rain poured down on two puppies as they walked alongside the old railway tracks. The sky was an ugly grey. It was early morning, with the sun peeking hesitantly over the city in the distance. A vein of thunder briefly illuminated the sky. Deep puddles were already forming, and London's paws were sodden. Letting out a shiver, the puppy looked to his friend, Isabel. She was older than him by a month, and she liked to show it. Her body strutted with authority as the mongrel puppy led London across the railway. They had been instructed to keep to the borders of the Tempest Pack, but they were both too curious and stubborn to listen to orders. They were still fairly close by, but London knew this was loner territory now. He peeked through the trees to ensure no one was following them. His heart beat erratically, from excitement and adrenalin. He enjoyed doing things with Isabel. They became good friends extremely quickly, and London hoped they'd be best friends forever.
London's paw landed in yet another puddle. Whining from the cold, Isabel rolled her eyes and continued. It was a horrible day and London was looking forward to going back to a shelter at the Pack. His fur was oozing with water, leaving a nice, wet trail behind him. His paws were starting to ache from walking so far and his stomach was gurgling for food. "C'mon, Issy, let's head back." London shouted over the raging wind. He was chilled to the bone and wanted to cuddle up to his warm parents. Isabel turned around and studied him. They were both getting bigger, but neither of them were old enough to leave home or fend for themselves. London noticed that she was also shivering from the cold. Issy finally shrugged, "Fine, but you're pathetic." She teased, although London had a strange feeling Isabel wanted to head back as well, but she just didn't want to admit it.
With a smile playing on his lips, the two puppies turned around and began to follow the railway track back home. The track didn't directly take them to the Tempest territory, but it was near enough. His paws dragged reluctantly along the ground, scraping up mud and dirt. His coat was caked with mud, and London wasn't looking forward to being chastised. He had hoped the rain would wash the majority of it off, but the more he walked, the dirtier he got. As London looked at Isabel, he couldn't understand why her pelt looked immaculate. Snorting gruffly, London continued. He was too busy watching his paws squelch in the mud to notice Isabel stop, and he suddenly bumped into her rear end.
"Oof! Why'd you stop?" He complained, but Issy quickly shushed him and looked at her surroundings. Her ears were pricked high, her body tense and ready. London tried to listen out, but all he could hear was the wail of the wind. Was something wrong? Who was there?
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Post by Hunter on Apr 19, 2013 12:40:37 GMT
"Speech."
She’d woken up early with a growling stomach. At first she’d searched the food store of the Iris Pride, but the hunters had begun collecting food which would feed the pride if the next winter should be just as long as the former one. Since Kira thought it was more important saving up for a long winter, she decided she could just go out hunting on her own. How she regretted that decision now. She’d made her kill and eaten to her stomach was full, but now the rain was pouring down from the grey sky, turning Kira’s mood awfully foul. Why hadn’t she been more selfish and just taken something from the food store? Geez… Her tawny coat was short and therefore not heavy to wear in the rain, but it still wasn’t a pleasure to walk around in this wet, muddy area. Mud splattered up her legs and stomach and Kira sighed out her irritation with a heavy breath.
Her hunt had led her far from the pride’s territory. In fact she’d gotten quite close to the Tempest borders, but she made sure to stay far out of sight and downwind so the canines wouldn’t suddenly catch her scent. Causing a bit of ravage and thereby scare some prey away from her enemy’s borders was always fun. She wouldn’t want to give them an easy time hunting for food – a little exercise for them couldn’t hurt now, could it? They shouldn’t suspect catching something close to their door, at least not while she was around. She continued with a low chuckle but came to a sudden stop when she caught a scent. Was it canines? The pouring rain dulled the scent, making her turn her ears back and forth as she tried to catch a sound. Someone was close by. It was canines, but something told her they weren’t a threat to her. Her eyes narrowed, she would examine this further. If it was some lone canine stupid enough to wander around alone, she’d gladly make a kill. Every enemy killed was worth celebrating.
She followed the dim scent and soon found herself standing on the old railway. The railway made a fairly open space which was too risky if she wanted to make an ambush, so she slinked into hiding among the trees and bushes lining up on each side of the rusty rails. Crouching low, ears alert, and tail twitching a time or to in anticipation, Kira waited. And it didn’t take long. Soon, two small figures appeared and Kira almost had to laugh at the sight. Puppies! What a surprise! What were those two furballs doing out here on their own? Surely they were too young to take care of themselves – especially when she was close by. The duo wasn’t a threat to her at all, or to any other grown Iris Pride member, but they could become it. And Kira wouldn’t let them. Especially not since the scent of Tempest lingered on them. Actually, it just made it even more fun. What she wouldn’t do to see the face of a puppies’ parents as she tore at its throat. It would be nothing less than hilarious. But she wouldn’t have that pleasure now. Luckily, the kill would be satisfying enough in itself.
A twig broke under her paw as she unfocused had moved her big paws. Damn it, she thought bitterly, looking down at her paw. Now the puppies would most likely run. But she heard no sound. Looking up again, Kira noticed they were still there. The little brown one complained while the other shushed on him. A chance wasn’t wasted, but they’d heard them. There was no reason to hide any longer. Stepping forward, Kira presented herself with a too helpful smile. Well well, what have we here? Two youngsters who can’t find their way home? Funny how this isn’t the first time I have experienced that,” she said, coming closer with lazy steps. She remembered when she’d attacked Adrian and Valkyrie on Iris Pride territory, resulting in Valkyrie’s capture. ”But have no fear, my friends. It’s a specialty of mine to help small ones like you,” she continued, her smile now showing off her teeth a little more than necessary.
((OOC; There, hate her, now...))
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Post by Picasso on Apr 19, 2013 22:18:57 GMT
London heard nothing over the downpour, but Issy clearly had. She was alert, tense, frozen. London was starting to get worried, so he sidled up to her and nudged her shoulder. Breaking out of her trance, Isabel shook her head, ears flapping against her face. Wary, they both looked out into the mist. London's paws were itching to run, but his instincts were telling him to wait. Something told him that if he ran, something would catch him. Something awful and terrifying. Gulping loudly, London really didn't want to think about how it would feel for his limbs to be ripped to pieces. Isabel was just beginning to walk forward when a figure suddenly appeared out of the rain. A large, tawny, toothy figure. Whimpering in fear, Isabel and London pressed up closer to each other. Nothing could stop the lioness that was approaching them.
He had heard stories of lions, but London didn't think he'd meet one. At least... not at this age. The stories told by Tempest members had always sounded so fantastical and mysterious. However, when faced with a snarling lioness in reality, everything was ten times more frightening. She was huge, far larger than any canine London had met. How had Tempest dogs ever survived a battle with this monstrosity? Trembling with fear, London quickly shared a glance with Issy, who looked just as terrified. They were doomed. No puppy could outrun a lioness. London quickly scanned his surroundings for hiding places, but the lioness suddenly spoke. Jumping at her voice, he stared back at her.
"I'd never trust a lion." London growled back, sounding extremely pathetic compared to her. His high-pitched, unbroken voice just sounded childlike and stupid. Isabel remained silent as London took a few steps back in a hope to gain some distance between them and the lioness. They were trapped. The Tempest territory was close, but not close enough to call for help. The railway track was void of any life but them. No one was going to come rushing to save them. They would be murdered in cold blood and their bodies would be left to rot.
Isabel suddenly stepped forward, fur bristling. She bared her teeth and snarled at the lioness. Stunned, London had no idea why she would do stupid an idiotic thing. She had no chance against the lioness. "Get out of here, London! I'll distract her!" Issy quickly hissed from over her shoulder. London's paws refused to move as he simply stared at his best friend. What was she playing at? This was suicide.
Realisation dawned on London. No. Issy was giving her life for London's. London had always seen Isabel as a very proud and noble canine, but he thought she would go far. Perhaps even one day leading the Pack. She had potential. London did not. The choice seemed obvious. London stood beside Issy, despite her protests, and joined her in snarling at the lioness. "I'm not leaving you, Issy." He replied bravely. In reality, London was utterly terrified. His legs trembled, threatening to collapse on him. His bladder had long since been emptied out of fear. His snarls and growls were only half-hearted, with most of them being caught by a lump in his throat. They were going to die fighting, though. They were Tempest dogs.
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Post by Hunter on May 4, 2013 15:28:10 GMT
"Speech."
The two puppies had cuddled closer to one another when they saw her. As if that would help. Oh well, let them have their false feeling of security, she thought. It wouldn’t help them. She would toy with them, and there was nothing they could do to stop her. Their fate was in her claws. As the brown puppy spoke, Kira lifted a brow. ”Clever boy,” she smiled with a glint in her eyes. He was trembling with fear, yet he still tried to act brave. How pathetic. He should be down on the ground, whimpering in fear while begging for mercy. Since he wasn’t a strong soldier, a fine opponent to have fun with, he could at least please her with his miserable attempts on being spared.
But the chocolate boy wasn’t the only one trying to be brave. His mutt-friend stepped forward while the other recoiled, showing her teeth in a childish growl. ”Hmpf, I see you’ve got some nerve, girl. Let’s see where this will get you,” she mumbled angrily, not liking to be opposed like that when only facing puppies. What were they even thinking they could do? Tear her apart? Hardly! They were no threat to her, and their mothers certainly weren’t going to come and save them out here. Kira shook her short coat, irritated by the continuing downfall of raindrops. But at least killing these puppies would brighten up her day. That was her mission in life, killing as many canine scums as possible. They didn’t deserve to live. Canines were ugly vermin, and though only two would be killed by her fangs today, it was still pleasant to the mind.
Kira smirked, readying herself to charge at the mutt as the brown puppy stepped forth as well, saying something about not wanting to leave her. What was going on here? Was the female willing to distract her while the other one fled? How could that be? Could simple friendships really prove to be that strong? Shouldn’t they both be running for their lives while she, without mercy, would pick them down, one by one and kill them? It is pointless for her to choose to stand back and fight someone much bigger and stronger than her, unless- A chilly wind then blew on her face, a familiar scent carrying her back in time, to the cell in the Hexasol hospital, to the broad road of Straight Bit during the battle against the Scavengers, and realization made her eyes widen. ”You are Brooke’s breed!” she exclaimed, her face twisting in disgust and fury. The female wanted to distract her so that Brooke’s pathetic excuse for a son could slip out of her claws. No way that would happen on her watch! With a deafening roar, she tensed and forced her body forward, charging right toward the chocolate puppy, eyes aflame with bloodlust. To kill another of Brooke’s pups would be the greatest – no offspring of hers should ever have the chance to grow up.
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Post by Picasso on May 12, 2013 21:17:24 GMT
London was paralysed as he stared up at the ferocious lion. All he could here was the rush of blood in his ears, deafening all words that escaped the lioness's lips. He gulped as he glanced over as Isobel, who appeared more confident than him. Focus, London, He chastised himself. He was the son of one of the most powerful canine's in Hexasol, and here he was wetting himself. What would Brooke think if she saw him in this state? London stood in a puddle of his own piss as his bladder suddenly emptied from fear. He was a wreck. Isobel, on the other hand, kept her chin up, eyes focused, and legs sturdy. She wasn't afraid of the lioness; or at least, she wasn't showing her fear like London. He had to admire that in her. Isobel felt invincible, whilst London was all too aware of death being only a bite away. His mentors had told London that wariness was good. You don't want a canine to charge head-first into danger, but he certainly wished he could right now. He suddenly looked into the lioness's fiery, amber eyes, and what he saw made London cry out. She only held pure hatred for their breed; there was not a single ounce of compassion or warmth in those eyes.
Before London could think, she suddenly snarled Brooke's name, and launched herself towards London. Issy immediately knew what was going to happen, so she pushed London out the way, sending the chocolate puppy sprawling to the ground. Isobel was now in Kira's path, staring her down. "Run!" Isobel screamed over her shoulder. London didn't need telling twice as he turned on his heel and ran into the bushes. The branches scratched his face, but London paid no attention. He was running for his life. Isobel. London skidded to a halt, panting for breath. Where was she? His chest heaved for oxygen as his eyes scanned his surroundings. There was not a trace of his best friend behind him, "Isobel?" He called softly, careful not to give away his hiding place. A bird squawked above him, but there was not a whisper of his friend.
London turned back. He couldn't abandon her now, when she had pushed him out of the way of certain death. He weaved his way through the thick undergrowth until he reached the railway. Hiding in the greenery, London looked over at where he and Isobel had last spoken, desperately hoping she had escaped the lioness's wrath.
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Post by Hunter on May 13, 2013 15:18:24 GMT
"Speech."
Warning: Evil lioness being mean and violent toward innocent puppy. ‘Nuff said.
The brown puppy had wet himself in fear, he was such a weak and easy target, and yet his little mutt of a friend suddenly stood in her way, trying to protect Brooke’s son. The female puppy shoved her friend aside, ordering him to run as Kira leapt at them. The chocolate puppy was soon lost in the undergrowth along the railway, and Kira came to a stop with a soundless snarl on her lips, looking down at the female puppy with a malicious stare. Her shadow loomed over the female as she towered over the youngster, but still the mutt refused to flinch. ”You’re foolish to think you can protect him. I’ll catch him either way, just as easy as if it was nothing but a game of tag – just with the difference that I’ll use my teeth to snatch him,” she sneered. ”Step aside girl. Then I’ll spare your pathetic life. Think of what you could become, the power you could obtain within the pack. You’re strong and spirited, you’ve got what it takes to move up in ranks,” her voice slowly differing into a sweet cooing. But the female in front of her refused to get sense knocked into her mind, all she did was spit at Kira’s big paws and show her bright teeth. Kira snorted, unimpressed, and looked at the puppy as if she was nothing but an unimportant thing standing in her way.
”Fine, then I’ll take you first.”
In a sudden movement she leapt at the female, catching the smaller predator in her claws before she could move an inch. The female puppy bit her nose, making Kira roar out in pain and irritation of the sharp puppy teeth. She swatted out with a massive paw and knocked the mutt through the air. The puppy was light of weight and easily pushed around by the big lioness, resulting in her back being crushed as it collided with a trunk of a tree. Her fur coloured red where small droplets of blood poured to the surface of her skin, but the crimson colour rushed away as the rain continued to fall from the sky. A low rumble sounded, coming deep from Kira’s throat as she stalked toward the female dog, for a moment forgetting all about the brown puppy who’d just fled. She wanted to make sure that this puppy was dead, wouldn’t leave her before she’d made it over, personally.
A feeble snarl crossed the female puppy’s lips, but it turned to a whine as she tried to stand up. In vain, all in vain. Her back was broken and it was a miracle she hadn’t already died from the blow… a perhaps a curse rather than miracle. Kira laughed, being truly entertained by the other female’s pain. ”You should’ve stepped aside while you had the chance, girl,” she said in between the cruel snarls that made up for her laugh. On the other hand, she probably wouldn't even have let the puppy life if she actually had steppted aside.
The puppy once again showed her teeth, being brave even in the very last second, but it was over now. With once last step toward the puppy, Kira was close enough to lock the puppy beneath a big, tawny paw. In a single movement, Kira dove her head down to take the female’s head, tearing her skull clean over. With the head dangling in her mouth, Kira scanned the area with predatory eyes, once again remembering the chocolate puppy. Was he already back at the pack’s territory? Should she follow? She didn’t like the thought about him getting away from her at all, but she was lucky. Half-hidden in the undergrowth, she found a pair of yellow eyes. Throwing the head of his friend in the puppy’s direction, Kira shouted. ”I’m not done with you kiddo before you are as dead as your pretty little friend here!” She cackled before stalking toward the hidden puppy, enjoying how his friend’s lifeless head rolled several meters in the mud before lying still, eyes distant in death.
((OOC: London you have my permission to kill this b*tch now!))
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Post by Picasso on May 17, 2013 10:59:05 GMT
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London promptly arrived at the edge of the undergrowth at the exact wrong time. He watched in crippling horror as Isobel was thrown against the tree. Her body was limp and motionless, and London had truly believed she'd died. However, as London looked closer, he saw the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Letting out a low whine, London was paralysed as he watched the lioness approach the puppy with clear intent. Isobel was going to die. Oh god. No. Nononono. Don'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlook. London's eyes were frozen on Isobel and her broken body. He couldn't bring himself to look away as the lioness closed her jaws around the puppy's neck and ripped... oh god. London finally looked away, retching into the dirt. His stomach heaved, and London could do nothing. Isobel was dead. Dead. His body trembled in fear and anger. She had been too young, and now it was time for London to run.
Tensing, London looked back at the Iris cat. She had dropped Isobel and now had her eyes completely focused on the chocolate puppy. For a moment, London's legs were frozen to the ground. His heart raced as each step got closer and closer. Finally, London's fear relented, and he turned on his heel and ran. He had no idea where he was going. The image of Isobel's dead, lifeless eyes was etched in his head. He felt as though he was going to vomit again. His paws aches and his stomach tightened. He was running for his life. London had been told horror stories of the big cats of Hexasol, but he'd never expected to come across them. He cursed his foolishness. He was still too young to be out wandering in the freelands. Perhaps London deserved to die for his idiocy.
Whining, London risked looking over his shoulder. He couldn't see the lioness, but he knew she wouldn't give up on him. He was deemed a thread, and she would eliminate him. The puppy looked around wildly for somewhere to hide. He wouldn't be able to outrun a fully grown lioness. A burrow caught London's attention, and he quickly dived into it, not thinking about the possible consequences if he met a hostile animal in the hole. The burrow was luckily empty. London squeezed himself tightly into the den, far enough away for the lioness' paws not to reach him. Panting, London stared at the entrance of the burrow, waiting for the lioness to find him and dig him out.
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Post by Hunter on May 20, 2013 17:28:27 GMT
"Speech."
The chocolate puppy turned and ran as fast as his small legs would carry him, hunted out of his little hiding place which he never should’ve sought – he should’ve run when he had the chance, but clearly he’d been stupid enough to come back and watch his little friend die. Not that it mattered much to Kira. With the small dog coming back to her voluntarily, he’d just be that easier to catch. Though he was small and no danger to the Iris Pride so far, he was still a delicate trophy – a head she’d want to her mental collection of dead bodies. A collection which his friend had been so kind to join.
She leapt with all the force in her body she could muster, driving herself forward to catch the puppy speeding ahead of her. She felt like she was coming closer for every leap she took. Despite the slippery mud under her heavy paws and the twigs and raindrops in her face, she came forward with remarkable speed, only thinking about outrunning the little dog so she could take him down like prey. Now close enough to see the chocolate frame instead of just following the rustling undergrowth behind him in his run, Kira bared her teeth in a sneer, readying herself to make the final leap. But her vision suddenly blurred, a white frame stained with crimson red ghosting in her mind’s eye. Losing her orientation in just this mere second resulted in Kira suddenly tumbling over in the mud as one of her massive paws was caught by a branch on the ground. She went down with a roar, panting heavily in both strain and surprise as she rolled over to stand on her four and gain her balance in the soft ground. She shook her head, for a moment wondering what Panja’s dead body had been doing at this time in her mind. Why she’d seen the vision so clearly – as if he’d been just ahead of her like when she’d hid in the bushes that day.
But there was no time for this. If she was fast, she could still reach the puppy, kill him and be done with it all. She snarled, continuing her hunt, trying to shove the strange episode away. Mud covered her fur at many places now, and though it was raining and her body was brushed against all kinds of bushes, the dark colour continued to taint her frame. Suddenly the tracks of her target ended… Kira came to a halt, looking around, testing the air. She went a few meters back to the place where his tracks had ended, scanning the area. ”I know you’re here,” she sneered. ”Come out you little pest!” It seemed like he’d used the time she’d been occupied to hide himself, knowing he wouldn’t be able to outrun her for long. A low snarl rumbled in her throat as she searched, starting to lose her patience. Despite the rain, she could smell he was here somewhere, she knew he hadn’t continued.
A hole in the ground then caught her attention. A burrow… Kira realized and slowly emerged to the den. ”Found you, pest,” she hissed with a voice poisonous as a scorpion tail. She couldn’t see anything down the burrow, but she could smell him. He was down there, she was certain of it. Crouching, Kira lashed out him a paw into the burrow, but despite several attempts she caught nothing with her razor claws. This was getting frustrating! Why did he have to be so hard to catch? He was nothing but a coward hiding away, it couldn’t be so hard! She took back her paw and started to dig. It might be a dog-thing, but if this was needed to get him, Kira would gladly do it. She grunted in a mixture of disbelief and strain as her vision blurred again, half-expecting Panja to appear before her again. But it was another feeling which washed over her at what she saw, a feeling which had become all too well-known to her after Panja’s death. It was the cold feeling of fear.
Chills crept up her spine and she felt her normally powerful body shake as the snarling vision of the black wolf's head suddenly appeared before her very eyes, his jaws twisting grotesquely to open as were they a snake’s, big enough to swallow her entirely as a deafening sound between a laugh and a growl emerged from his wide-open jaws. Just as the black wolf made ready to swallow her like a treat, Kira roared as loud as she could, trying to overcome her fear, and charged with both paws down the burrow, now digging with crazed determination. Her visions weren’t real, they weren’t real! "I will tear you apart you coward!" she screamed, for a moment not knowing if she was screaming at the puppy or the black wolf who also had been a coward - standing at a safe distance while the others had died trying to kill Panja. Kira had loved tearing him apart, catching him as he'd run... But all this didn't matter now, all her visions weren't real. All that was real right now was the scent of the puppy, his presence. He should pay for this, he should pay for all these things happening to her!
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Post by Picasso on May 24, 2013 16:38:36 GMT
London could sense the lioness was close. He heard her rumbling pawsteps as she skidded to a halt, sniffing the air. Holding his breath, London could swear she must be able to hear the pounding of his heart in his ribcage. Blood roared in his ears as he sneaked a look out of the burrow. He could make out her tawny paws as she looked around, trying to figure out why the tracks had disappeared and his scent had vanished. Letting out a small breath, he jumped at her sudden voice. Tensing, London could feel his whole body trembling like a leaf. He was scared he'd wet himself again as the fear soared through his veins. He was certain the lioness would find him and kill him in seconds. Squishing into the back of the burrow, he finally heard her approaching pawsteps. She had found him. Letting out a terrified cry, a paw suddenly delved into the hole London was hiding him. He was inches away from her razor claws, ready to slice through his skin without a second thought. Panting for breath, he shrank back, watching as she fruitlessly tried over and over again to grab him.
The sound of digging made London jump into action. He turned in the burrow and began to scrabble at the dirt. However, the more he dug, the more dirt fell around him. If he carried on like this, the whole ground would collapse from above him, possibly suffocating him before he could escape. The digging momentarily stopped, and he turned to look at the lioness curiously. What was she up to? However, as the sunlight sprayed into his den, he saw the fear etched across the female's face. Stunned for a moment, London just stared up at her. She was looking at something past London, however he was well aware that there was nothing behind him. Taking the chance, the chocolate puppy dived through her legs. He didn't know whether she had noticed he'd got away, but London didn't look back. He couldn't afford to look back without being torn to shreds.
London was nearing the edge of The Tempest territory. If he made it a little further, the lioness would probably give up. She wouldn't risk her life and enter the territory, just to kill one puppy, would she? Panting for breath, London's sore paws made him wince. He was sure the pads were bleeding as he scraped himself along the rocks and the brambles. He was fighting for his life here, and he was going to be sure he would make it back. The image of Isobel's dead body made him cry in anguish. He was in such shock that he had barely had time to register her death. He was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep for a month now that he'd witnessed such a gruesome act. This war was disgusting and cruel, and he would get his vengeance for Isobel and her family.
Finally, London spotted a canine patrolling the area, and he let out a cry of relief. Without thinking, he shouted desperately, "Help me! A lion is coming!" The shout brought other canines to arrive as they got into a protective formation. The largest canine looked down at him and spoke, "Get out of here pup, you're lucky to be alive." London didn't need telling twice as he ran away from the danger, letting the soldiers to deal with the lioness. He shakily walked in a daze as he finally made his way to the asylum.
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