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Started by Thrash'Nak, May 25, 2014, 01:12:47 PM

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The big cat licked it's lips, lazily bathing in the sun, his flok laid around him, scattered into small piles of purring lions. He shook his mane, before stretching out. He sniffed the air, letting in the scents before he starts walking away from his comfortable tree. Soon he caught a scent of something, he grunted, he knew this smell. And it was not prey, nor friend, he started running for a bush, trying to hide, laying flat with the grass.

Grogona came walking, she had left most of her armor at home, due to the overwhelming heat. She halts for a moment, looking over at the flok by the tree, she narrows her eyes before she looks around. "No alpha?". She sniffed the air, but without luck. She shrugs her shoulders abit. She keeps on walking looking around for signs.
The lion snorts as the she-orc had passed away and he had waited for a while. Yet something drove him to sneak after her, sniffing her tracks. He looks up at the sun, before halting a moment, feeling the wind. He could sneak up on her, snap her ankles, then go for the throat. She wasn't big either, and he couldn't see any of the pointy claws they usually carried. An odd prey for a lion, but she would feed his flok.

Grogona kneeld down, tieing a snare at her usual spot, springing the trap before she ventures on, she sniffed the air again, occasionally looking around for signs of the male that was lost from the flok by the tree. After a while, she leaned down, looking at some leavings, mumbeling Zhvera. She looked around, noticing a small herd of them nearby, no stray ones. She sighed and walked on.

The lion noticed her movements from within the bush, tying the odd straw nest, what odd creatures. He shook his main slightly before he goes out the bush quietly at first before he sets up the speed rapidly, sprinting for the she-orc.
Grogona snarled, hearing the dry ground crush under the lions paws, she leaps forward avoid the big cats attack before she turns and draws her weapons. The big lion stares at his prey, assesting her, Grogona raises to her full height, not much, but at least something, she raises her daggers, trying to look her most fierce. The big lion snarls, baring its teeth before it sets after her again. This time, Grogona doesn't run, but quickly steps to the side, slicing down the lions front leg, however the lion gets a foothold and pierces his claws into Grogona's legs.
Grogona roars out in pain, regreting not bringing her thick leathers. She turns the knife and thrusts the knife into the back of the lion. She forces it forward and a snap pulses through the lion's body before it goes limb. "Grom'damnit.. they attack orcs now?". Grogona looked down at the damage, rolling her eyes, four deep claw wounds on each her thighs, she looks over her shoulder, it'd be a small walk for the crossroads.
She kneeld down besides the lion, shaking her head. "Now why'd ye' hav' ter go an' do tha', hm?". She grumbles before sitting up on her knees and leans over to close the lion's eyes shut, she draws her knife out of his spine before mumbeling a quiet prayer for the beast.

Then it happend, a vibration, a violent one, shaking through the lions body, but when she stood up, and away from it, it stopped. Nearing it, the vibration started again. She looked at the blood coming out of the big wound on its front leg. Then at her dagger, she grunts before licking the blade clean. She grunts in amusement. "Well, Gashuk will be happy ter hear this". She gets up again, before hissing at the pain, but somehow, just the smell of the blood and the taste in her mouth, eased it. She starts walking towards the crossroads, pulling the cat along. Despite being a Rrosh'tul and had gone through training that would've killed most, fact was fact, she couldn't lift a lion by herself. She snarled, half way there before she calls over the spirit link. "Anyorc ther'? Migh' need a hand or two wit' this big dumb cat, i'm down the south road"
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