11-15-2018, 02:47 AM
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The lion of something that was ours puzzled him. Who was ours? He didn't want to stand and think about it and his sharply red gaze continued to watch and be wary. He was a fighter that much was true as he had to fight to save his mother and those he had come to call...companions. Though this was maybe something different and he couldn't afford any mistakes here as far as he was concerned. He'd been stabbed once and remembering that pain made him understand to not trust anyone, strangers were dangerous. One paw lifted up as he flexed his large claws, head hoisting his weapon high but he wouldn't make any move first against the threatening, though he kept his own glare sharply upon the one that had spoken to him.
[glow=#000,1,400]I WILL CRUSH YOU WITHOUT ANY REMORSE OR HESITATION — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Though he had been eating peacefully for a little while it seemed his peace would be broken by someone. A presence that he did not enjoy especially not the words that had been directed toward him. The doe was forgotten as he turned his head to look at the accuser and hostile creature, muzzle curling to reveal elongated fangs upper and lower as well as teeth stained with blood of the deer he had been eating just moments before. His red eyes held anger as he looked at the wolf, a small canine that the massive lion slowly turned to face. Though the beast would keep his anger in check for now he was not happy with something that seemed to him to look like a challenge and already a growl rumbled in his throat, a sign of his irritation as he took up his sword with ease. The blue bladed weapon gleamed in the sunlight and he kept himself steady. They appeared to be expecting an answer from the male so he would give them one. "Are you threatening, Mogar? He does not like threats." His gruff and growling voice spoke out with a low rumble to it as he clutched the sword in between large teeth. His claws gripped against the ground, blackened weapons stripping the land in which he walked. He wasn't about to stand with being challenged although he was partially confused.The lion of something that was ours puzzled him. Who was ours? He didn't want to stand and think about it and his sharply red gaze continued to watch and be wary. He was a fighter that much was true as he had to fight to save his mother and those he had come to call...companions. Though this was maybe something different and he couldn't afford any mistakes here as far as he was concerned. He'd been stabbed once and remembering that pain made him understand to not trust anyone, strangers were dangerous. One paw lifted up as he flexed his large claws, head hoisting his weapon high but he wouldn't make any move first against the threatening, though he kept his own glare sharply upon the one that had spoken to him.