01-28-2020, 05:25 PM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Fighting was far from an unknown to Aurum. Ever since cubhood, the male had been trained to keep himself in top shape, and always on edge. Most of the time it was Aethelwulf pushing him forward to continue his training, but occasionally it was others, like one of the few other lions in the pride he had managed to befriend, or even sometimes Poet. The proxy was fairly sure he had already proven himself in this particular ring, whether it be through his own training or sparring sessions, his beating of Snarl at Miller's, or even his advanced prowess back at the huge Pitt raid that had eventually led to Kydobi's brutal death. Aurum knew well the advantages he had, like his wings, his for elementals, and his sheer massive size, but that didn't mean he wouldn't put them to use. There was no reason not to use all of your assets in a battle, and he had learned that a very long time ago. Back when everyone was out for his head, eager to see if they could beat – or in some cases even try and kill – the son of the great Aethelwulf. The pride had been a mostly friendly place, known for keeping to themselves and their own hierarchy, but they had their own enemies, and knew how to deal with them handily if it came to that. However, much like Leroy, Aurum didn't want Tanglewood turning into a place like the pride, or even worse, the Pitt. He knew it was necessary for them to be able to defend themselves, but if Snarl and Miller were expecting them to raise a full on army to intimidate and shove around everyone else with, the lion was eager to shut that down.
Still, he tried to keep that from his mind as he padded over slowly to where the other was, rolling his shoulders before he sat down. Although he couldn't see inside her head, Aurum knew well of Snarl's constant boredom. It wasn't unusual for him to be flying through the sky and take note of her doing some random stupid bullshit just for the hell of it to fill time, and for the most part he had learned to just ignore it. He equated with Feza's constant parties and antics. Something to take up the time, and interact with others. As long as she wasn't hurting anyone, Aurum didn't much care – although he had begun to see more and more bruises on Miller over time, and he found himself wondering just how much the two of them sparred. Occasionally he tried to remember if he had been as bored as Snarl when he had been a chaser, but he found it difficult to. Sure, it had only really been maybe 5 months since he had held the position, but months seemed to drag by long in Tanglewood, and such a time felt distant and fuzzy to the proxy now. He could only assume he hadn't been, however. Although, at his time of being a chaser, he had actually been beginning to interact more with others, and had been forming his own little miniature family within the swamp dwelling group. He had others whom he had to worry about, and that had never allowed for boredom. Meanwhile, Snarl seemed dead set on not letting another single solitary soul get close to her, with the exception of maybe Miller.
As if on cue after thinking about his own duties, Aurum felt a yawn stretch his jaws, his head tilting back slowly. When he finished, he shook his head a little bit to wake himself up. He really needed to get some more sleep lately. But it had been difficult, dealing with all of the new things going on in his life. The angel briefly found himself wondering if Poetking would attend this little lesson, and whether or not Aurum would have to make sure he didn't collapse. Part of him wanted the younger lion to get the experience, but the other, more protective part, knew that Poet was fragile, and Snarl was far from caring when it came to things like this. Biting back a grimace, Aurum rumbled from the back 9f his throat in greeting, "I'm pretty sure I've learned plenty of things of use already, but I'll bite. Hey, Snarl." After he finished, Aurum found himself glancing over at Leroy, wondering what the general was thinking at the moment. Surely he had just as much experience as Aurum in this area, or at least the lion assumed.
Still, he tried to keep that from his mind as he padded over slowly to where the other was, rolling his shoulders before he sat down. Although he couldn't see inside her head, Aurum knew well of Snarl's constant boredom. It wasn't unusual for him to be flying through the sky and take note of her doing some random stupid bullshit just for the hell of it to fill time, and for the most part he had learned to just ignore it. He equated with Feza's constant parties and antics. Something to take up the time, and interact with others. As long as she wasn't hurting anyone, Aurum didn't much care – although he had begun to see more and more bruises on Miller over time, and he found himself wondering just how much the two of them sparred. Occasionally he tried to remember if he had been as bored as Snarl when he had been a chaser, but he found it difficult to. Sure, it had only really been maybe 5 months since he had held the position, but months seemed to drag by long in Tanglewood, and such a time felt distant and fuzzy to the proxy now. He could only assume he hadn't been, however. Although, at his time of being a chaser, he had actually been beginning to interact more with others, and had been forming his own little miniature family within the swamp dwelling group. He had others whom he had to worry about, and that had never allowed for boredom. Meanwhile, Snarl seemed dead set on not letting another single solitary soul get close to her, with the exception of maybe Miller.
As if on cue after thinking about his own duties, Aurum felt a yawn stretch his jaws, his head tilting back slowly. When he finished, he shook his head a little bit to wake himself up. He really needed to get some more sleep lately. But it had been difficult, dealing with all of the new things going on in his life. The angel briefly found himself wondering if Poetking would attend this little lesson, and whether or not Aurum would have to make sure he didn't collapse. Part of him wanted the younger lion to get the experience, but the other, more protective part, knew that Poet was fragile, and Snarl was far from caring when it came to things like this. Biting back a grimace, Aurum rumbled from the back 9f his throat in greeting, "I'm pretty sure I've learned plenty of things of use already, but I'll bite. Hey, Snarl." After he finished, Aurum found himself glancing over at Leroy, wondering what the general was thinking at the moment. Surely he had just as much experience as Aurum in this area, or at least the lion assumed.
━ I'M GONNA WIN┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan