taking what he shouldn't. [CHALLENGE]

[NAPOLEON. <3]

ooc; i know there are other lands that can be claimed, but napoleon himself is very nuetral, and he needs a very nuetral pride.

ic; The huge cat stealthily crept into the lands of the Rushing Water pride, knowing that it was claimed. His tail swished behind him, the small mane that his lion parent had handed down to him getting messed up by the wind. His paws hit the ground almost soundlessly, but it was impossible for Napoleon to be completely silent. Faint stripes and spots could be seen upon his fur, just enough so that one would be able to spot them from about one hundred feet away. His amber eyes were narrowed, the blue sky getting hidden by several large grey clouds. The clouds would pass by the time the king of these lands showed himself to Napoleon, and there would be no excuses as to why a move didn't go as planned. The sun had only just risen, and the rays from it were too fragile to be blamed. Unless this creature had some sort of disability that made the color blue stand out far more than it should, then there were no excuses. If he lost, he lost. If Napoleon lost, then Napoleon lost.

The liger raised his head and let out a roar, that was not totally lion. It actually sounded like two cats roaring at once, the tiger and the lion, however with only one voice. His ears twitched slightly, narrowed eyes now squinting into the horizon. "I challenge the king of the Rushing Water Pride for his position. If I am to win, I plan on taking charge of the pride, and will give the loser an option of either staying, or fleeing. If I am to loose, I will never return," he called into the apparently empty land, shaking his large body free of anything that had settled upon it. The liger could easily be considered the largest big cat in the world, but if he wasn't, he was definitely larger than a lion, due to his tiger half. He grinned slightly, a single brow raised as he waited for the arrival of his opponent, mane bristled, body stiff, preparing himself for any words or attacks that were going to be placed upon him.

[Ψθlƒf ©]

Andrzej was busy sleeping when he heard a challenge.
though from a liger he did not care.
he too was really big but not as big as the challenger.
he padded his way through the lands.
stepping over rocks and cracks his muscular pillars carried him to the foolish challenger.
as he reached him and growled.
his white coat shone and blue orbs glowed.
his mane was much bigger than his.
as a matter of fact it was much bigger than manys mane's.
he used it to his advantage.
baring his fangs he spoke in a deathly,threatning tone.
fur stood on end making him look twice as big as he really was.

"i advise you turn and leave now unless you have a death wish."

he accepted the challenge but to napoleons consequences.

[NAPOLEON. <3]

ooc; how about three attacks and two dodges for this fight?

The liger smirked at the white lion's words. Napoleon could care less about the size of his mane. Tigers didn't need a mane to succeed in anything, why should he? The muscular brute shook his head. "I don't fear you; I'm not leaving without a fight," he said with an amused tone, flicking his tail, eyes narrowed at his opponent as he approached, facing his flank to the lion, half circling him before turning and returning to his original position. He stood tall, noticing that he indeed was far larger than his opponent, and couldn't help but grin as he straightened up to his full height. On their hind legs, ligers were around twelve feet tall. He wasn't sure if he was that tall, and didn't even know how tall he was on all fours, but didn't care. All he knew was that he was taller than this king, larger, more powerful. Unless the white lion used his size to an advantage. Napoleon wasn't large enough for anybody to crawl underneath his belly without having to crawl. The lion couldn't weave between his legs, Napoleon would lie down and crush him. Perhaps the king could run around in circles, trying to make him dizzy? The white lion was probably slightly faster than Napoleon, but the liger had enough smarts to handle that problem. Or so he supposed.

Napoleon stood stalk still, eyeing his opponent with something like hatred, yet not as strong. "So, will you be willing to throw the first punch, sire? Or am I going to have to?" he said, yawning briefly before eyeing him impatiently, waiting for his answer.

[Ψθlƒf ©]

he smirked at the liger.
ice blue orbs turned inot slit as he watched him circle him.
little did the liger know he was surveying his weaknesses as he circled him.
growl rumbled deep in his vocals like an on coming stoerm.
giat paws pushed on the ground so hard they nearly cracked the rocks beneath them.
he bared his fangs and snarled.
letting out a roar loader than any other would possibly do or think of.
he let out a snarl as he spoke.
the lyrics sounded like the devil's voice itself.

"i'll let the you go first for you are younger."

he used his age to his advantage.
being older he had more fighting experience.
he had taken done more worthy opponents for nothing.

[NAPOLEON. <3]

Once again, the lion's words struck him as amusing. He laughed this time, and shook his head at the king. "I believe it matters not what my age is. The younger ones may have less experience, however old age has yet to settle within me," he grinned as he said these words. Napoleon would usually, instead of laughing, would have either attacked or spat as many insults as he could think of at the b*stard. But, for some reason, we wasn't taking this fight as seriously as he would usually have, for he had just realized how much of an advantage he had. He took several seconds to ponder about his move. He wouldn't go straight for the neck, that would be far too obvious. Instead, he would go for the hide, slow him down a little so that he wouldn't be able to run as fast as he normally would. Yet, Napoleon's eyes remained fixed upon his opponents neck as he walked slowly to stand side by side, head over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the liger charged, straight for the upper half of his opponent. His paws beat against the ground, dirt flying from beneath them. He didn't care what jagged rocks he stepped upon, but of his destination. With eyes narrowed to slits, mane and fur standing on end, he charged at the brute. Yet, instead of opening his jaws seconds before colliding with his shoulder, neck, and skull, he twisted, completely flipped around, the ends of his own coat skimming the white lion's as he opened his mouth, making sure the king couldn't see him doing so, and attempted to close his jaws upon the hip of the creature, preparing himself to taste the satisfying taste of blood upon his tognue, lifting his front leg, getting ready to wrap it around his opponents body, so that it would make it harder for the lion to flee.

ooc; this was my first attack, so now i only have two remaining. just putting this here for a reminder for myself.

[Ψθlƒf ©]

andrzej knew something was wrong.
when he came to him and did not open his jaw he new what was wrong.
it was not at his neck or head but to his lower body.
pushing upwards his body lifted off the ground,part of his fangs cut him but not severly.
his white coat turned a bit red.
coming back down to the earth his paws landed with an earthcracking crash.
thunder came rolling through the land in the distance.
lightning crashed among them.
rain came pouring down,making the crimson upon his hind leg wash away.
he ran forward,mud splashed upon everything it could,making his ivory coat into a chocolate one.
fangs bared he jumped to the side of the lion.
claws out reached he moved faster than ever imaginable.
he had his pearl fangs and irons claws aiming for his side or shoulder.
just enough to make him bleed and not as strong.
if he missed he had his hind legs out streched to hit the male wherever he could.

he was prepared for the metalic crimson to fall among his jowls and cover his iron razors.
orbs glowed with fury and pupils turned into slits.
andrzej was prepared for any move that he'd dare make.
the lightning crashed and thundered ripped through the sky again.
setting the mood of a fight.
it was just like in the stories he heard of heros and villans fighting


Andrzej
Attacks:1/3
Dodges:1/2

[NAPOLEON. <3]

Napoleon growled to himself as he noticed the lion jump out of the way. He spat out a lump of fur that he had scraped off of the king's skin, and looked at the small gash he'd made in his opponent's side. Napoleon narrowed his eyes, watching as he moved so quickly, claws unsheathed. He felt the scraping of claws upon his flank, and twisted his top have around, not moving his sides, knowing that if he did, he'd suffer from a deep gash. He, however wasn't able to move completely without having the claws of his opponent dig farther into his flesh. His own wound was fairly larger than the white lion's, but he could barely feel the pain. Hatred welled up inside of him as he lifted his front paws off of the ground just enough to try and wrap them around the lion, claws unsheathed as he tried to at least rip fur away from the shoulders of his opponent, maybe even the neck. He wanted to draw blood, and couldn't wait to see pink droplets of water falling from the lion before him. He didn't stand to his full height, knowing that it would expose his belly, and that would definitely cost him the loss of this fight.

He growled loudly, and opened his mouth to speak. "If you have so much experience, then why run from an attack? If you are so strong, then why not show me how my attacks hardly affect you? For all I know, you could be nothing but a frightened cub beneath that pure white mane of yours," he spat, wanting to knock the lion onto his side, trying to get to an exposed belly. He didn't want to kill anybody, Napoleon was not that cold blooded. In fact, he was hardly cold blooded at all. Yet, once he set his mind on something, he would not back away from it. Napoleon was not about to back up from this fight, he would not flee from it. He growled slightly, a blast of pain coming from his wound, however he would not let it interfere with the remainder of the fight. He listened to the thunder, felt the rain seeping through his coat and trickling down his skin. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, seeing the blasts of lights through his eyelids. The liger scowled, and opened his eyes again. This definitely was an appropriate time for a storm to come along, and it set off his angry mood more than it already was.

ooc; i have one attack left, and two dodges remaining. again, this is just to remind myself so that i don't have to read my posts over again.

[Ψθlƒf ©]

Andrzej smirked as he hit him.
watching the crimson fall like the ran mad him a bit happier.
his angry brewed even more.
feeling something push him he almost fell over.
he stumbled and looked at his side.
the liger left a gash on his side about the same size as Andrzej left upon him.

growling louder he spoke in tones and tongues.
some he would not understand but others he would.
"i dodge your attack so i can fight longer.if you leave gashes among me does that not affect me?yes it does.if you cut my leg i slow down.so by dodging i can fight you longer.you must be a retard not to relize it.and for what you know which you know not much i am much smarter and stronger than you will think."
then speaking in tongues he spoke the language of the devil.

running forward he swiped a claw towards him.
then went to kick him with his powerful hind legs.
he was almost sure he'd hit.

Andrzej
Attacks:2/3
Dodges:1/2

[NAPOLEON. <3]

Napoleon felt proud of himself as he succeeded with his attack, watching as the lion almost toppled over. He cursed under his breath as he discovered that he was still standing, hoping that he had received an easy attack due to his previous one. But no. "Retarded? Dear me. You have a way with words, don't you? Retarded...not retarded. Simply devious. And you..." he said, watching as the kick was aimed towards him. He slunk beneath the blow, crawling on his belly to face the king, having dodged a horrible wound just barely, however enough so that he felt no touch from the hind legs of his opponent. "...you are weak. I say this for the second time. It matters not how old you are. It all depends on your brain, and your brawn. Sometimes, lions can easily avoid things using their brain alone, as I have just done. I didn't leap into the air as you have done, so I don't have a patch of furless skin making me look so...unattractive. Battle scars are what everybody wants, not bald spots," he said, eyeing the minor puncture. Yes, it was bleeding, but only slightly. Most of the wound was simply skin, and scratches. However, the more recent one, the one that Napoleon was most proud of, would probably result in a pretty well sized scar. His tail flicked as he stood stalk still for a moment, the rain falling, the thunder cracking, and the lightening splitting the sky in two. A scowl was upon his serious face, not a smirk nor smile could be seen upon his lips. No more fun and games, no more words. Napoleon would no longer answer this scrap of trash. His eyes narrowed, ears pressed back against his head as he took a few steps to the left, then the right, simply pacing in front of the lion, head hung low, mouth open, almost as if he were wondering what to do with his victim. However, Andrzej was not a victim yet. There was a fifty - fifty chance that he would be at all. Napoleon could easily end up being the one on the bottom, however just as easily as his opponent could be that one. With narrowed eyes, the liger froze completely, standing close to the side of his opponent, looking closely at first the legs of his opponent, then at the back. And then, more closely, at the ground of which he stood.

The male liger continued to stand, mere seconds ticking by in which there was no action. He contemplated the decision that had already formed within his head, wondering about his plan B that could easily come into play if he decided to change his mind while in the process of placing his decided attack. He wondered about the outcome. There was no taste of blood in his mouth, however adrenaline took it's place. What if he didn't win the fight? Suddenly, worry overcame him. Yet, he pushed the feelings away. There is no time for this. You either attack or be attacked, don't hesitate... he thought to himself, breath soft, one would barely notice that he was breathing at all. His large paws stood their ground, he wasn't going anywhere, and wouldn't be knocked off of his feet that easily at all. The small amount of mane was fluffed up, making himself look twice as heavy as he really was. Which came the question, should he go under or over? If he just jumped onto the back of the king of these lands, it would all be over. The white lion would not be able to get from beneath the might weight of the liger, it would be like an elephant sitting upon a rhino. Then again, if he just slid beneath his opponent, and stood up swiftly, one would mistake him as an oversized, extremely fluffy, seagull or pelacan.

He had made his decision as he turned his back upon his opponent, simply starting to walk away. A smile was hidden on his maw, as he waited for the silence that would follow, wondering what the expression upon the white lion's face looked like just then. He couldn't go too far, or else he wouldn't be able to turn back. About ten feet from his target, he slowly turned around, a weak look upon his face. His eyes glittered with sorrow, and he looked almost apologetic. Certainly he wouldn't completely fall for Napoleon's act, but it would work as a great distraction for just enough seconds to do what he wanted to do. Napoleon straightened up, looking at the mud-soaked ground. Puddles formed beneath him, his once squeaky clean paws almost black with hardened mud, that was now becoming wetter with every step he took. Napoleon grinned briefly before running, as fast as he could without going off target. He started to slide on the ground, not looking at the face of his opponent. He slid beneath the white lion on his belly, paws stopping him from going any further. He outstretched them swiftly, putting them between both the king's front and hind paws. If he tried to take even a step, Napoleon would trip him, and the white fur upon his ugly back would turn brown. He closed his eyes, and stood up as fast as he could beneath his opponent, waiting to see the outcome, not looking to see whether he had decided to run and had tripped over his outstretched paws, or whether he had went flying a few feet above Napoleon's head, and had landed with a thud a few inches away. Two choices, two possibilities. Which followed through?

[Ψθlƒf ©]

andrzej smirked at his comment.
so he had jokes?
scoffing he thought of what he'd do.
the liger paced making him a little irratated.
andrzej had more brains in on piece of fur than that ugly b.astard over there.

"what makes you think femmes wants to go to a half breed mutt?you got stripes and a puny mane.face it.your an ugly bastar.d and you know it"

he watched his movements.
reading his body language and watching his face he smirked.
trying to play innocent?it' ain't workin buddy
he moved around the liger and watched him intensly.
ice blue orbs in slits unmoving and unchanging.
he did not even blink for that could cost him his home.
or even his life.
as the ugly brute walked around he watched.
the chocolate colored puddles now makiung him chocolate and ivory.
not the best but better than stripes.

as the thundered roared his heart raed with the fires of hell and the blood of the devil.
a grimace plastered it's self among his snow colored jaws.
blood stained fangs forced their way to be shown.
he studied his movements.

after watching him coming he braced his self.
sliding beneath him he reared up then took a step back.
almost falling but not quite he took his chance.
his iron blades swung with much might like a wreaking ball at his unsuspecting back.
and jaws wide apart aimed for his neck.
the small tufts of fur would not protect his exposed neck.
he was almost certain the liger would not know that he was coming for him.
but thats all he could do for now.

[NAPOLEON. <3]

He rolled his eyes at the irritating comments of the lion. "I'm unique. And I'm big. What more could a female ask for? However, this battle has nothing to do with what either of us look like. It's what we fight like. And we both have seemed to have done some underestimating," he said, just as he twisted out of the way of a fatal bite. If he hadn't acted upon instinct, he would be dying right then. He knew that he had told himself that he would not speak to the lion again, but he couldn't resist saying a sentence or two more. He stared the lion down, ears perked up, eyes narrowed to slits. His head was tilted to one side as he crawled away from the white lion, utterly unharmed except for the wound on his flank, which was painfully throbbing, however he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he watched the white lion, tail swishing, waiting for him to realize that he had missed his target. His head was held high, slightly tilted to the side, his large body carrying himself confidently as he sat only a few paces away, tail wrapped around his body as he leaned his head to sweep his tognue across his bloody side, cleaning it up. It was sure to get infected if he didn't do so, with all this mud and rain. His tail flicked several times, amber eyes blinking once or twice as he simply watched the lion. "I'm half bred, indeed. One would not really call me a mutt, I'm pretty sure you were looking for the term hybrid. However, being a liger has its advantages. For one, I'm huge," he said with a proud smile, mentally comparing his own size to his opponent's. "I have a variety of markings upon my pelt, making me stand out from the rest. Nobody would ever mistake me for just a simple lion, as you obviously haven't. I'm pretty sure I never said anything about my lineage to you, at least, not before now," he stated, nodding a few times as he spoke. Napoleon lifted his heavy mass upwards, standing once more. The brute looked at the king with heavy dislike. It wasn't hatred, the white lion was a worthy opponent, Napoleon had almost no choice but to respect him, even it was just barely existing. They had eached put up a hard fight, and Napoleon felt that the lion deserved what little respect he had to offer. The liger wasn't sure if the other male felt the same way, but didn't care if he did.

The rain was still pounding against the ground, the thunder still booming in the sky, and the lightening continued to light up the territory. The sky was brown, the ground matched it almost perfectly, except for the few green blades of grass that hadn't been covered by the mud. The sound of rushing water could be heard nearby, obviously the river this pride was named after. His amber optics were glued upon the white lion, watching him, making sure that he wasn't about to make anymore moves. His tail flicked once more several times, his mind drifting off, however he was still alert to his surroundings. Had he won this fight? Or did the lion get to keep his throne, and the title of king? He made a face at the thought, feeling some blood trickle from his wound, the throbbing reawakening him to the real world once more, and he found himself looking into the distance, at the land that would possibly be his own in a matter of minutes, hours, or days. He squinted into the rain, feeling a blade of grass tickle his front ankle. More blood dripped from his wound, and he watched it as it dripped into the muddy water, and ran downstream with all the other liquid. He licked his lips, which were dry. He wished that the water was clean enough for him to drink, but he wasn't about to do so when there was blood and mud mixed with it. The brute then looked back to the white lion, wondering about the winner of this fight. Was it him, or was it the lion?

[.xx.Kingdom Hearts Fan.xx.]

eeesh this was a close fight very very hard to decide.....but I am sorry Napoleon I have to say that Andrzej won. Close battle you may fight for the Terra in a new season,jion one,be a loner,or take on the other Pride as his I will be able to change the discription to your requests if you would like.

thank you for the first battle and I wish you luck.

[NAPOLEON. <3]

What do you mean, the other pride as his? Also, may I ask how you chose? On my own website, I need some methods and advice on how to judge fights (nobody's gotten into one just yet, but when somebody does I would like to be ready).

Oh, and...
CONGRATS WOLFF. ;D

[Ψθlƒf ©]

[thanxs ;D .i'm gonna pretend they know who one and then they say their good byes and stuff k?]

Andrzej growled and stood up.
knowing he had won his lands he snapped at him.
he better keep his deal.
he laughed at his remark.
hybrid?no mutt

"no i mean mutt not hybrid.i mean mutt.

standing he bared his fangs again.

"now keep your deal and leave my land.never return again."

his ivory coat gleamed as the rain continued to pour down.
the rain washed of the thick mud that had intrapped itself upon his coat during the tussel.
now he was clean,his wound cleaned by the rain also.

facade calmed a bit as the muscles relaxed.
he knew that the beaten brute would leave without another fight.
though his face still stayed hard and cold he watched him contently.
making sure he did not try anything.

[NAPOLEON. <3]

He knew who had come out as the winner. And it wasn't him. He glared at the lion, eyes narrowed. He did not lower his head, and did not let his coat lie flat. Instead, he stared, eyes nothing but slits now. "I'd rather be a mutt than a maine coon," he said, tail flicking once more as he raised his brows. "I don't plan on returning. However, I can't say that somebody else won't for me," he stated, his words dry, an aura of mystery enveloping them. He turned his back once more on the lion, taking the long way out of the territory, the rain ceasing, the thunder and lightening had stopped. And Napoleon left, going out to welcome the unknown world around him, to ponder about the words that he had said, the words that he barely knew the meaning of himself.