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[Popcorns]

{{ Waiting for Wing to post with Seirra before I post...
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[Teacup-old]

{Okay, that's fine.}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

☠✞ I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve ✞☠

☾✯ Sιɛяяα ✯☽
Иαтʋяɛ'ƨ Ƨρʏ


Sierra growled softly, cursing her bright yellow eyes. "I'll try to keep a lower tone next time," She huffed, returning to gnawing at her paw. She looked back into her past, remembering how her mother was a hunter and her father was a warrior. Sierra being a Seer was a bit of a shock to them. She was strong like her father but agile and sneaky like her mother. Her eyes, her bright yellow eyes were different though. Her parents had darker eyes that allowed them to be almost invisible, unlike Sierra. She was blessed with her natural ability to fade into any background, but her eyes always remained bright. She looked up abruptly when Otava drew near and she scowled at him with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

She chuckled at Razi's remark as he paid Otava out loudly and she nodded adding in quietly, yet loud enough for him to hear. [b]"Even I, the Seer with no fighting experience could beat him." Of course though, that was also a lie. When she was younger, she had always been a fighter, getting into fights she couldn't win and coming back with cuts and marks but still as proud as ever. She had won a few fights thanks to her personality and agility but not very many.[/b]

☠✞ It's in the blackened bones
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
✞☠

[ossa di cervo]

((Sorry I haven't posted lately guys.. I'm just so.. museless as of now. I'm only replying to one RP as of now, cause everything else I write just seems.. gross. x3 I'll try to post again ASAP.))

[Toppyrocks]

((Where can I jump in with Azta and Evor? I finally have some spare time.))

[antler apathy]

[[OOC: Apologies from me too, I've really had no muse from this roleplay yet >.< I'll try to post when I have a larger area to write in, without this writers block.]]

[Popcorns]

{Gah, sorry for shortness again xP}

R.a.Z.i

You don't have to be like the world to have an impact on the world.
You don't have to be like the crowd to change the crowd.
You don't have to lower yourself down to their level to
lift them up to your level.

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Razi shrugged when Seirra commented about keeping a lower tone. "Hey your not that bad at stealth. I was just raised to look for the slightest detail when hunting." He said, nugding her shoulder closest to him with his forehead in a playful way. He gave a soft chuckle when the Seer joined in the small taunting of Otava. The male should know that he would get it once he was blinding by his rage. Not that he said anything about being distracted, jsut that a Warrior like Otava shouldn't have been such a weakling to Lyra.

His eyes flicked back to Seirra, something sparking into his mind. "Hey, um, have you heard any news on the Bones? Don't you have like magical dreams or something?" The young tiger asked in a hushed voice as though it would bring bad luck mentioning The Bones. The truth was, that he was slightly freaked out by the thought everytime he left the Village to hunt for the Tribe. The last part that he had added was true. He didn't know if Seers were jsut old cats or magical cats that had conectiosn with the spirits of their ancestors.

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G..A..M..B..A

Don't take life so seriously,
No one
makes it out
Alive

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The male yearling starred in awe as his mentor filled him in on her fight. His tail waved slightly in the air at excitment for having her as his teacher. His claws flexing into the ground, his eyes practiculy beamed with a smile. "Well I'm glad I was him." He said witha cheeky smile. His tail dropped as he redirectedd himself at her other questions. He gave a shrug when she asked him what he was doing in the bushes; he wasn't doing much, jsut staring off into space. His paws lead them away from the female yearling and her mentor as Gamba looked for the right training spot.

He stopped short once the border of the village was with in eyesight, but far enough away nothing would be damaged if things got out of hand. "So who'd ya fight?" He asked as he turned around, forgeting about his battle lesson and more intrested in Lyra's battle. Gamba sat down on his rump, ready for Lyra to spill and maybe forget about working the apprentice.

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[Teacup-old]

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.L. .y. .r. .a.
.Driven by my toxic dreams.

Lyra chuckled with amusement as he tried to get her to forget about training, “Some male named Otava. It took a few weeks to study his battle techniques, but my words got to his head so I beat him terribly.” The female lifted her paw, sticking one claw out as she studied it, “Poor guy had no idea I had sharpened claws. Got him smack dab in the face.” Shifting her eyes back to her apprentice, she put her paw back on the ground, sinking her claws lovingly into the soil. “Well, let it be a lesson to you that if you are sent into a blind rage you’ll get nowhere. Now let’s train.”

Flicking her tail, Lyra walked by the young kit and scented the air. A few different scents were scattered here and there, but nothing majorly. Water didn’t really have much of a scent. “You have to work on your endurance, so for now you have to chase me. On my mark, I run and you pursue. Clear?” she flicked her tail, smiling. This would be interesting to see how the young Gamba would do. He needed to build up her strength. This was what Lyra had done growing up, except she was a bit more committed to it than Gamba.

“Go!” the female’s tail gave a last simple motion and she was pushing off the dirt with her hind legs, her front paws curling close to her chest then retreating to give another good push. Lyra was making it quite a challenge by dodging trees and whatnot, but she could still here her apprentice’s paws somewhere behind her. She turned a right, heading a few feet before turning again to head back towards the tribe’s camp grounds.

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Comments:: Hopefully this works. (:

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[ossa di cervo]

I'm a trouble-maker, never been a faker,
Doin' things my own way and never givin' up,
I'm a trouble-maker, not a double-taker,
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up.

Otava slunk through the tribe, his tail tip flick angrily back and forth and his claws leaving small marks in the soft dirt. He couldn't believe he'd lost to some, kit-faced female of all things too! Otava's head was hung in shame and anger, and his throat echoed with a small snarl that was almost silent, but not quite. The large male found a place across from Razi and Sierra and sat in the shadows. His eyes were glued intently upon the two, he knew something was going on and he knew it was either about him or Lyra. Most likely about him, taunting his recklessness. This was going to haunt Otava for some time, he feel it in his bones. The maltese let his eyes move and find Lyra, the she-devil. He told himself he hated her more then he could bare, but something lured Otava to her. How had she known all that about him and how, how did she beat him like that? Otava felt torn, hate her or have some sort of attraction to her? He could tell just yet, but the scales were tipping toward an odd attraction.

The tiger shook his head and moved his eyes back to Razi and Sierra. Just sit and glare. That always get me places. Just sit. And glare. Otava was soon laying down, his head regally lifted as he glared out at the two across the tribe. He wasn't going to let any taunting go past him unnoticed.. even though he wasn't sure if there really was taunting or not..

((Oh, muse of mine! I welcome you home with wide open arms! How I've missed you! <3 Lawl, I put Lyra in there even though she's in the wood somewhere. Hah.. Just, uh, pretend he's seeing her leave? xD))

[Teacup-old]

{Yeah, I just got my muse back aswell. Im really only involved activly in two roleplays though. :p It's fine if she's somehow included in any of anyone's posts, by the way.}