A Private RP for Labatis

[Iri]

[Doesn't offend me.
But yeah, when some character is able to just throw a character at a tree, ram that character into the ground, bash them against a rock, it's really not fun..]

Chaltuu finally escaped the fight- with a few wounds, that was. She felt sore and stiff-legged, but honestly, it was worth it.
The two stood and brushed their fur out. They glared at each other and snarled, but didn't engage into battle again. They were both worn out and exhausted- though Chaltuu would never admit that herself. She panted heavily, gulping in large amounts of air at once. Her fur was even more ruffled and unkempt than usual, from all the scuffling and fighting.
The red-furred lioness growled at the tawny female, her claws still unsheathed to show that if she was provoked again, she wouldn't hesitate to retaliate. But she had had enough for now. She had at least shown that intruder that she meant business and she wasn't scared to show it again.
Finally catching her breath, Chaltuu stood and narrowed her almond-shaped eyes at the lioness, telling her without words: "If you try to come here again, I'm not afraid to fight you."

[That's okay, I don't mind. Also, would you like to bring any more of your characters in the roleplay?]

[Labatis]

[I may. Not entirely sure if I will or not.]

Angus watched as the lioness began to head out and follow their pride, then glanced at Chaltuu. Most of his wounds had stopped bleeding, but he could pretty much take any pain now. He didn't know why he wanted to attack the king so much, maybe it felt like he was getting revenge on his father, even though his father might not even be alive anymore. When he left his pride, their was no heir left, so he could've just had cubs again, and call the oldest heir. It was no longer his business to wonder what was going on there, he would be dead if he hadn't abandoned that pride. He quickly shook this thought from his mind, before he got blood thirsty again.

"You alright?" He was slightly concerned, but knew that she was probably just fine, they had felt worse attacks. But just in case, he wanted to make sure.

[Iri]

Chaltuu grunted. "Yep, I'm fine. Just a few scratches. They'll heal in time. You?" Her voice was still rather brusque. She hadn't really attacked the lioness for her lust for blood, but the russet-pelt did want to show the territory-thief that she was definitely not one to tamper with. She didn't mess around, and her claws and teeth proved that.
Unlike some of the lions in her former pride, she wasn't the type of lioness to really want to make peace by... "Negotiation". Or whatever it was. Something where they just talked and tried to sort things out, making deals and splitting territory and hunting grounds, blah blah blah blah blah. Chaltuu wasn't verbal when it came to settling a dispute. She didn't use fine words and sharp insults, and instead she used her long, hooked claws to prove that her pride- no, she herself- didn't want to be messed with.

[Labatis]

"Fine as well. If I do happen to get a scar out of these, it won't honestly matter." Angus had enjoyed this fight rather well, it brought him joy to have finally won a fight. Maybe if he ever sees one of the prides he was chased from, he could prove that he was, in fact, a great fighter. He was a bit disturbed from this thought, he didn't want to go thinking like he used to. Angus licked one of his paws, then looked around him. He couldn't understand why those lions liked this territory, it didn't seem like the proper place for an entire pride. He kept his claws sheathed, but his muscles were stiffened. All of this fighting are starting to get me hungry, perhaps I could suggest hunting. After all, there wasn't much to talk about. He'd wait a bit before asking to hunt, maybe Chaltuu had something in mind.

[Iri]

Chaltuu still wondered about Angus' past, and how he got his scars... They didn't look like a scar from a fall or something, they looked like claw-marks. But she wouldn't ask; it was probably personal.
"Shall we go hunting?" she suggested. She had no idea what Angus was thinking about, perhaps he just happy that they had won the battle against the two invaders that tried to take their territory. She was hungry, and food in her belly made it easier for her to rest, as opposed to her squirming and fidgeting because her stomach felt hollow. After all, the two did need to rest and wash their wounds- not much else to do where they were staying.

[Labatis]

At first he noticed Chaltuu looking at his scars, and he quickly ignored it. He wasn't going to bore her with the reason for them, and it would most likely make him agitated again. "Yes, hunting is a fine idea." He planned to head to the stream down near the prey, so he could wash off his wounds. Smelling blood would be a huge alert to whatever they'll be hunting. He wasn't going to tell her to follow, he was going to let her catch up whenever she preferred. He tried to keep a distance from the animals roaming around, he couldn't risk chasing them off. Once he got to the stream, he laid himself into the water, watching some of the blue water turn red for the smallest moments.

[Iri]

Chaltuu caught up with Angus a few minutes later. Her claws were unsheathed, and she was crouched low, the tips of the grass brushing her belly. Her tail was curled around her hindquarters, and her front paws were kneading at the soft ground underneath, her claws marking little dents.
Growling softly, she tried to spot a sickly or a weak animal, like an old gazelle or an ill, frail zebra. Her wounds were still bleeding, but not enough to fuss over and try to clean. She'd wash them later, but now she felt like getting something to return her strength. She glanced over at Angus, seeing the bluish-transparent water stained with crimson. She wondered if he was just cooling down, or if he had intentions of washing his injuries.

[-Cough-Dishes-Cough-]

[Labatis]

Angus watched her approach, then back at the water. His scars seemed mostly washed out, if he's lucky, the blood scent was off of him. "It's best for us to completely wash the blood off, that way the prey doesn't notice us through the strong scent of blood." Chaltuu probably already knew this, so after most of the blood was washed off from the stream, he stood up and tasted the air for something to catch.

[Sorry for the late response. *dies*]

[Iri]

[-Revives-]

Chaltuu nestled in the water slightly, waiting for her blood to wash off. She didn't feel like going and washing her wounds fully; that wasn't necessary.
After she was ready, she rose to her paws, sniffing the air. "Hmm..." The faint scent of a zebra still lingered in the air. She wondered how long the scent had been there- perhaps a few days, considering how stale the scent was. She wasn't exactly jumping for joy over a zebra who was most likely long-gone, but perhaps there was a slight chance that there was something. Maybe if she and Angus wandered a bit further over the dry savanna, there would be something. Other than the deadened smell of that zebra, she couldn't smell much. Mice and birds and voles, but she didn't think a scrawny mouse would really solve their hunger.

[Labatis]

Angus hadn't caught any fresh scents either, maybe their fight had chased most of it off. It didn't bother him, the antelope he ate yesterday could last him longer. "Perhaps we should look somewhere else..?" Angus looked around the area, golden grass growing as far as the eye could see. Angus preferred this type of background more than the fresh green grass. This blazing golden color helped him blend into his surroundings, and it was not at all related to the moist territory he used to live in. However, the animals didn't think the same way as he did. They probably wanted greener food. Chaltuu seemed as though she didn't see anything around herself. Unfortunately, there was only stale scents of the lions and zebra.