Ukeshu: *brow raise* And why would I want to give a doe like you a chance, hmm?
Lyric: Because I am a warrior. Why don't you try me? ~smirks, and then moves closer~
Ukeshu: *ears sweep forward, whiskers twitching in a lecherous smirk* "Try" you, eh? I guess I can take a nibble....
Lyric: ~crouches, eyes narrowing slightly, grinning~ Then... bring it, old buck...
Ukeshu: There's some fight in you. That's good. It would be boring if you surrendered easily....*sudden lunge, teeth bared*
Lyric: ~rolls out of the wall, landing on her feet, and then darting up to bit him, smirking~
Ukeshu: *slips sideways, feeling the rush of air from her approach. He's shockingly nimble for a rat that's so old* You draw much attention to yourself, bright one.
Lyric: ~smiles a bit, and lands lightly~ Coats can be dirtied into being much darker... not all things are coat color or where a rat was born...
Ukeshu: Not all things, perhaps. But I have a vast army at my paws. Why would I stoop to inviting someone of...lowlier blood? *bares teeth again, fur on end. He weaves his head back and forth, prepared to leap for another attack* What special talent do you offer me?
Lyric: Your 'vast army' has been cut down badly since the flood. I am a doe, and I can do what you, as a buck, cannot. And I am a powerful hunter... ~readies to lunge as well, and attack as well~
Ukeshu: *doesn't pounce -- yet* So you offer yourself to me. To my keshu. *eyes narrow, distrusting. She's quite right, of course: his numbers are dwindling, and they are suffering from lack of a new generation. But has he truly sunken so low as this?* You would spread your inferior blood through my ranks, weakening us with pathetic spawn like the traitor Usoothe.
Lyric: I am not your inferior, Ukeshu... ~she growls, and then moves closer, eyes narrowing, and circling him~ If you reject me, I vow on my 'inferior' blood, if you do not kill me tonight, I will raise my own colony, and wipe you and your 'army' out... And you, I shall enjoy killing personally...
Ukeshu: *laughs* You think you are the only rat to challenge me, whelp? *makes a lunge for her rear haunch*
Lyric: ~leaps to avoid it, but it gets a bit of a catch on her haunch, and then whirls, to bite into his back, clawing at him~
Whisky: -ears pivot towards the sound of fighting- :/ -rushes out to see what's going on and, seeing another attack her ukeshu, quickly joins to fray, attempting to bite the intruder on her side- D8<
Ukeshu: *peripherally aware of Whisky's arrival; he smiles, pleased at her interference. Diminished though is numbers may be, he still has legions available. He kicks out with a hindpaw, aiming his back claws at the white female's face as he whips around to bite at her chest*
Lyric grunts in pain when she's struck not once, but twice, in rapid succession, in the side and the shoulder, having moved a bit to avoid getting bitten hard on the chest. She tilts her head around, bringing her free claw up, to go for his eyes, ignoring the female for the moment.
Whisky: -noticing the female was busy and hoping to take advantage of it, she circled about quickly to claw at the rat's haunches fiercely, taking care to try and avoid any retaliation from her hind feet-
Ukeshu: There are hordes of us. Our strength is in our number...and their undying loyalty. *He pants, slightly, as he withdraws into a crouch, preparing his next attack. His eyes flick up to Whisky, giving the unspoken order to subdue this pale intruder* If you wish to join my legion, I must have more than your strength proven to me -- I must have your loyalty. Your submission.
Whisky: -acting quickly, she attempted to throw herself on top of the female and plant a warning n** on her head from behind-
Lyric: ~grunts as the other female leaps on her, and then rolls beneath her, to push her off~ ...I will not submit to any others but you, if that is what you require... None of these other does shall have my loyalty, unless they earn it... ~spoken lowly, straightening so that she looks a little bigger and less fatigued than she really is. In truth, those last few bites made her body rage at her, and rolling the other female off her back had been... taxing, to say the least~
Whisky: -Whisky grunted when she was pushed off, and she struggled to keep her feet beneath her as she landed. Finding she had been somewhat successful, she carried herself closer to the intruder but paused upon hearing her words. She hadn't been here when her Ukeshu and the stranger first spoke, so she wasn't entirely sure what was going on, although she understood the basic meaning.
She fumed at the other's words and the disrespect she had shown by attacking Ukeshu, and although she trembled with the desire to prove just how deserving she was of the doe's respect (and Ukeshu's, too), she kept herself in check. If Ukeshu chose to add her to their ranks, then it would do no good to inflict anymore harm. But if he rejected her, she would be ready...-
Ukeshu: The others are an extension of myself. My blood. My teeth. They see where my eyes cannot go, hear what my ears cannot. To submit to one is to submit to all. *and he believed it. He was not a fool -- he knew that others thought he was losing his edge in his old age -- but he had succeeded where generations of his forebears had failed. He had united all of the wild rats under his rule, and he was more than their alpha. He was their god.*
Lyric: ~watches the other doe warily, and then moves closer to the buck quietly, and then lowers her head slightly, only just so, the only gesture of submission from her~ I can respect that sentiment... Very well, Ukeshu... You have my respect, my fangs, my claws, my eyes... if you're still wanting them, 'inferior' as they may be...
Ukeshu: *his expression is inscrutable for a moment, as stony and unforgiving as a statue. Something in his haunch stings -- a shallow wound, he thinks, from her attack. Good. The pain is a reminder of a battle well-fought.* I will be keeping my eyes on you, pale one *he mutters. He presses against her, planting his forepaws on her and holding her down so that he can deliver a hard n** to her shoulders -- signifying his total domination.* Whisky. Show your new comrade to the tunnels so that she may find suitable accommodations. If she gives you trouble, you may dispose of her however you see fit.
Whisky: -she watched the procession silently, tail twitching. She had not trusted herself to speak during the entire battle, and she still did not trust herself now, but she dipped her head and allowed a grave, "Yes, Ukeshu."
Her dark eyes lingered on her alpha hopefully, hungry for praise. But she didn't want her desires to be known, and she quickly looked away after a moment to glance at the new female. Without another word, she left quickly and silently, trusting her to follow-
Lyric: ~closes her eyes, allowing him to plant his paws on her, and the hard n**. It hurt a bit... but she bore it gracefully~ And I'll be watching you, as well, Ukeshu... ~murmured softly, looking up at him quietly, and then looking towards the female, leading her~ You fought well, doe... Have you a name? Or are you simply a warrior? I am Lyric...
Ukeshu: *grins* I should hope so, *he responds, as a parting word, to the white female as he withdraws. He looks approvingly on Whisky, but spares no verbal praise; he hardly thinks she requires it. Oh, he knows well enough what taint rests in her bloodline...but she's proven herself well enough. He only hopes the same can be true of this new interloper*
-she twitched her nose at the compliment, and found herself more willing to be sociable to the new recruit- As did you. I go by Whisky.
Lyric: That is an unusual name for a wild one... I like it... ~smiles at her, and winces slightly~ Nnngh… do you happen to have a nosobo? Your ukeshu and you inflicted a bit of a nasty few strikes… I'm grateful for these reminders of our fight… ~smiles at him, and then moves closer, blinking~ You and I will get along nicely I think… ~grins~
Whisky: -returns the smile, and almost startles herself with how genuine it is. Most rats mocked her for how domestic she seemed, from her curling whiskers to her name. It was nice to hear a different opinion.-
And there would've been more, too, if we'd been closer to the others. -she replied proudly. She was not the best when it came to socializing, but she honestly thought she said something the both of them could appreciate. This colony was Lyric's own now, too, after all.
She blinked back amiably towards Lyric, but didn't reply just yet.-
We should have a Nosobo around here... -she mused, turning her head this way and that before heading for a smaller tunnel-
Participants: seru_ame, as Lyric; Fenshae, as Ukeshu; Ryuukishin, as Whisky
Word count: 1,577
Lyric: Because I am a warrior. Why don't you try me? ~smirks, and then moves closer~
Ukeshu: *ears sweep forward, whiskers twitching in a lecherous smirk* "Try" you, eh? I guess I can take a nibble....
Lyric: ~crouches, eyes narrowing slightly, grinning~ Then... bring it, old buck...
Ukeshu: There's some fight in you. That's good. It would be boring if you surrendered easily....*sudden lunge, teeth bared*
Lyric: ~rolls out of the wall, landing on her feet, and then darting up to bit him, smirking~
Ukeshu: *slips sideways, feeling the rush of air from her approach. He's shockingly nimble for a rat that's so old* You draw much attention to yourself, bright one.
Lyric: ~smiles a bit, and lands lightly~ Coats can be dirtied into being much darker... not all things are coat color or where a rat was born...
Ukeshu: Not all things, perhaps. But I have a vast army at my paws. Why would I stoop to inviting someone of...lowlier blood? *bares teeth again, fur on end. He weaves his head back and forth, prepared to leap for another attack* What special talent do you offer me?
Lyric: Your 'vast army' has been cut down badly since the flood. I am a doe, and I can do what you, as a buck, cannot. And I am a powerful hunter... ~readies to lunge as well, and attack as well~
Ukeshu: *doesn't pounce -- yet* So you offer yourself to me. To my keshu. *eyes narrow, distrusting. She's quite right, of course: his numbers are dwindling, and they are suffering from lack of a new generation. But has he truly sunken so low as this?* You would spread your inferior blood through my ranks, weakening us with pathetic spawn like the traitor Usoothe.
Lyric: I am not your inferior, Ukeshu... ~she growls, and then moves closer, eyes narrowing, and circling him~ If you reject me, I vow on my 'inferior' blood, if you do not kill me tonight, I will raise my own colony, and wipe you and your 'army' out... And you, I shall enjoy killing personally...
Ukeshu: *laughs* You think you are the only rat to challenge me, whelp? *makes a lunge for her rear haunch*
Lyric: ~leaps to avoid it, but it gets a bit of a catch on her haunch, and then whirls, to bite into his back, clawing at him~
Whisky: -ears pivot towards the sound of fighting- :/ -rushes out to see what's going on and, seeing another attack her ukeshu, quickly joins to fray, attempting to bite the intruder on her side- D8<
Ukeshu: *peripherally aware of Whisky's arrival; he smiles, pleased at her interference. Diminished though is numbers may be, he still has legions available. He kicks out with a hindpaw, aiming his back claws at the white female's face as he whips around to bite at her chest*
Lyric grunts in pain when she's struck not once, but twice, in rapid succession, in the side and the shoulder, having moved a bit to avoid getting bitten hard on the chest. She tilts her head around, bringing her free claw up, to go for his eyes, ignoring the female for the moment.
Whisky: -noticing the female was busy and hoping to take advantage of it, she circled about quickly to claw at the rat's haunches fiercely, taking care to try and avoid any retaliation from her hind feet-
Ukeshu: There are hordes of us. Our strength is in our number...and their undying loyalty. *He pants, slightly, as he withdraws into a crouch, preparing his next attack. His eyes flick up to Whisky, giving the unspoken order to subdue this pale intruder* If you wish to join my legion, I must have more than your strength proven to me -- I must have your loyalty. Your submission.
Whisky: -acting quickly, she attempted to throw herself on top of the female and plant a warning n** on her head from behind-
Lyric: ~grunts as the other female leaps on her, and then rolls beneath her, to push her off~ ...I will not submit to any others but you, if that is what you require... None of these other does shall have my loyalty, unless they earn it... ~spoken lowly, straightening so that she looks a little bigger and less fatigued than she really is. In truth, those last few bites made her body rage at her, and rolling the other female off her back had been... taxing, to say the least~
Whisky: -Whisky grunted when she was pushed off, and she struggled to keep her feet beneath her as she landed. Finding she had been somewhat successful, she carried herself closer to the intruder but paused upon hearing her words. She hadn't been here when her Ukeshu and the stranger first spoke, so she wasn't entirely sure what was going on, although she understood the basic meaning.
She fumed at the other's words and the disrespect she had shown by attacking Ukeshu, and although she trembled with the desire to prove just how deserving she was of the doe's respect (and Ukeshu's, too), she kept herself in check. If Ukeshu chose to add her to their ranks, then it would do no good to inflict anymore harm. But if he rejected her, she would be ready...-
Ukeshu: The others are an extension of myself. My blood. My teeth. They see where my eyes cannot go, hear what my ears cannot. To submit to one is to submit to all. *and he believed it. He was not a fool -- he knew that others thought he was losing his edge in his old age -- but he had succeeded where generations of his forebears had failed. He had united all of the wild rats under his rule, and he was more than their alpha. He was their god.*
Lyric: ~watches the other doe warily, and then moves closer to the buck quietly, and then lowers her head slightly, only just so, the only gesture of submission from her~ I can respect that sentiment... Very well, Ukeshu... You have my respect, my fangs, my claws, my eyes... if you're still wanting them, 'inferior' as they may be...
Ukeshu: *his expression is inscrutable for a moment, as stony and unforgiving as a statue. Something in his haunch stings -- a shallow wound, he thinks, from her attack. Good. The pain is a reminder of a battle well-fought.* I will be keeping my eyes on you, pale one *he mutters. He presses against her, planting his forepaws on her and holding her down so that he can deliver a hard n** to her shoulders -- signifying his total domination.* Whisky. Show your new comrade to the tunnels so that she may find suitable accommodations. If she gives you trouble, you may dispose of her however you see fit.
Whisky: -she watched the procession silently, tail twitching. She had not trusted herself to speak during the entire battle, and she still did not trust herself now, but she dipped her head and allowed a grave, "Yes, Ukeshu."
Her dark eyes lingered on her alpha hopefully, hungry for praise. But she didn't want her desires to be known, and she quickly looked away after a moment to glance at the new female. Without another word, she left quickly and silently, trusting her to follow-
Lyric: ~closes her eyes, allowing him to plant his paws on her, and the hard n**. It hurt a bit... but she bore it gracefully~ And I'll be watching you, as well, Ukeshu... ~murmured softly, looking up at him quietly, and then looking towards the female, leading her~ You fought well, doe... Have you a name? Or are you simply a warrior? I am Lyric...
Ukeshu: *grins* I should hope so, *he responds, as a parting word, to the white female as he withdraws. He looks approvingly on Whisky, but spares no verbal praise; he hardly thinks she requires it. Oh, he knows well enough what taint rests in her bloodline...but she's proven herself well enough. He only hopes the same can be true of this new interloper*
-she twitched her nose at the compliment, and found herself more willing to be sociable to the new recruit- As did you. I go by Whisky.
Lyric: That is an unusual name for a wild one... I like it... ~smiles at her, and winces slightly~ Nnngh… do you happen to have a nosobo? Your ukeshu and you inflicted a bit of a nasty few strikes… I'm grateful for these reminders of our fight… ~smiles at him, and then moves closer, blinking~ You and I will get along nicely I think… ~grins~
Whisky: -returns the smile, and almost startles herself with how genuine it is. Most rats mocked her for how domestic she seemed, from her curling whiskers to her name. It was nice to hear a different opinion.-
And there would've been more, too, if we'd been closer to the others. -she replied proudly. She was not the best when it came to socializing, but she honestly thought she said something the both of them could appreciate. This colony was Lyric's own now, too, after all.
She blinked back amiably towards Lyric, but didn't reply just yet.-
We should have a Nosobo around here... -she mused, turning her head this way and that before heading for a smaller tunnel-
Participants: seru_ame, as Lyric; Fenshae, as Ukeshu; Ryuukishin, as Whisky
Word count: 1,577
