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You're walking through the plains, the tall grass brushing against your ankles. It's sunny out, and the sky is a perfect blue - it's when you realize how perfect the moment is that it gets ruined. You suddenly get hit with a heavy scent of blood.
<i>Blood?</i> you wonder as you stop. Had someone killed something nearby? No, this scent was much different than blood from a freshly killed animal. This blood smelled as though it had been on someone's fur for weeks and hadn't been cleaned off. You then hear a powerful roar behind you and feel yourself getting shoved. You gasp as you are suddenly pinned by a large primal male. He snarls at you, his elongated canine teeth glinting in the sunlight. It is then that you realize the scent of old blood was coming from <i>his</i> fur.
Besides this lion's huge fangs, his fur was coated with blood; not to mention the bloodthirsty look in his eyes <i>Shit...</i> You realize that there will be no talking your way out of this battle, and quickly kick your attacker's stomach. He growls in pain, and you are able to finally run from beneath him and gain your footing. Your protract your claws and snarl, ready to fight for your life.
The enemy male bounds towards you, lunging for your throat. You're able to barely dodge and sink your teeth into his shoulders. He lets out a roar and throws you off, slashing at your ribs while you are down. Thinking quickly, you swipe at his muzzle and stun him for just a moment, allowing you to scramble away. You back away from him, feeling the warm blood flowing from your new wounds and onto the grass. He stands slowly, eyeing you with a new level of determination. He clearly wasn't expecting you to be this difficult to kill - if anything... he looked like he was <i>enjoying</i> the challenge. He doesn't seem to take much notice to the scratch on his muzzle, whereas most lions would have noticeably been in pain to such a deep scratch on the face. The blood drips down his face and past his mouth - you stare in shock as his tongue moves to lick the blood off. He then smiles at you, his own blood coating his teeth.
You notice your legs are shaking slightly, you feel so much weaker... he had gotten you pretty good on your side. Out of the corner of your eye you notice you can't even see the color of your fur, only a dark red is present on your ribs. You snarl again and back away, not letting your eyes drift away from his.
<b>"KILLIAN!?"</b> an almost shocked voice interrupts the battle. A gray-blue Felis male is bounding towards you two, a rabbit fluff collar resting on his shoulders. <b>"What are you doing!? You're supposed to be patrolling the border!"</b>
Your attacker, Killian (you're surprised this monster even has a name) growls in retort, <b>"I didn't like how close they were getting to our border."</b> He suddenly smiles again, the disturbing look making your blood run cold, <b>"I thought I would eliminate the threat before they caused a problem."</b>
The Felis male angrily steps between you and Killian, <b>"This is unacceptable, attacking a lone lion that isn't even close to our territory."</b> He narrows his eyes, <b>"The border is nearly half a mile away, you have absolutely <i>no reason</i> to be over here."</b> He then glances back at you, <b>"Please, feel free to leave. This should not have happened at all,"</b> he turns to Killian, <b>"and I will make sure that anything similar to this incident <i>never</i> happens again."</b>
You nod before quickly trotting away, glad to have escaped with your life. You knew Killian would have stopped at nothing to end you... and he would have enjoyed every second of it. While you are a small distance away you cast a glance back, noticing the Felis male angrily shouting at Killian. But the primal male seemed to be paying no attention, as he still had his intense gaze locked onto you.
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