01-03-2011, 04:20 PM
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Teddy could feel the all too familiar rage bubbling up inside him. He could feel the ghosts of his fathers strikes on his flanks as he moved in imaginary poses. Charles Stone would make his sons spar one another constantly checking and correcting and ultimately punishing when one did not step in the right place or move quick enough. He could hear the harsh bark of his fathers frustration and the butterfly soft sigh his mother would give as Theodore or Lochlan returned to the family den with a whelt across their face for getting something wrong. She would patch them up and kiss their cheeks in secret when their father was not around, but ultimately she would send her sons back out there to face their father, to grow a backbone. It had been hard in their first few months of life but in the end it was routine.
He brushed these ghost blows and harsh words away from him, telling himself that his father was long gone now and he was on his own now. With satisfaction his knuckles crunched into the mans jaw and he gave a smirk of triumph. He had always been best at bare knuckle fighting when he was younger until his father had introduced actual weapons to his boys. Still, it was natural to allow his body to move in these rhythms. Blue eyes flashed as the man stumbled backwards from the hit. However, his next attack hit successful and Teddy felt his teeth sink into the mans shoulder with satisfying ease. Like a knife through butter he sunk his fangs into the man and tugged to loosen to muscles and tendons to create more damage.
Teddy felt claws on his face and chest. Though irritating at the moment Teddy knew they would quickly become a problem. Using his strength the young warrior tugged hard on the mans shoulder before releasing it. The brown mans clawing at his chest had given him a small gash, and the claws at his face had just nicked below his eye. Nothing to worry about. He gave a grunt as he backed away, teeth flashing with the own mans blood on the ivory lengths. Blue eyes, though dead, were swirling with something far beyound drunken brawling. It had been far too long since anything like this had happened and he was really enjoying it.
"Come on old man, is this all you got? A scratch on my chest and a nick below my eye? Im willing to bet that you got some serious muscle damage in that shoulder of yours..."
Came his taunting growl and with one snarl he launched himself back at the man. Right hand went to grab the mans throat whilst left hand sought the wound he had already created, hoping to cripple the man to the floor with the damage to his shoulder.
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ooc;; gah, honey fails!
Teddy could feel the all too familiar rage bubbling up inside him. He could feel the ghosts of his fathers strikes on his flanks as he moved in imaginary poses. Charles Stone would make his sons spar one another constantly checking and correcting and ultimately punishing when one did not step in the right place or move quick enough. He could hear the harsh bark of his fathers frustration and the butterfly soft sigh his mother would give as Theodore or Lochlan returned to the family den with a whelt across their face for getting something wrong. She would patch them up and kiss their cheeks in secret when their father was not around, but ultimately she would send her sons back out there to face their father, to grow a backbone. It had been hard in their first few months of life but in the end it was routine.
He brushed these ghost blows and harsh words away from him, telling himself that his father was long gone now and he was on his own now. With satisfaction his knuckles crunched into the mans jaw and he gave a smirk of triumph. He had always been best at bare knuckle fighting when he was younger until his father had introduced actual weapons to his boys. Still, it was natural to allow his body to move in these rhythms. Blue eyes flashed as the man stumbled backwards from the hit. However, his next attack hit successful and Teddy felt his teeth sink into the mans shoulder with satisfying ease. Like a knife through butter he sunk his fangs into the man and tugged to loosen to muscles and tendons to create more damage.
Teddy felt claws on his face and chest. Though irritating at the moment Teddy knew they would quickly become a problem. Using his strength the young warrior tugged hard on the mans shoulder before releasing it. The brown mans clawing at his chest had given him a small gash, and the claws at his face had just nicked below his eye. Nothing to worry about. He gave a grunt as he backed away, teeth flashing with the own mans blood on the ivory lengths. Blue eyes, though dead, were swirling with something far beyound drunken brawling. It had been far too long since anything like this had happened and he was really enjoying it.
"Come on old man, is this all you got? A scratch on my chest and a nick below my eye? Im willing to bet that you got some serious muscle damage in that shoulder of yours..."
Came his taunting growl and with one snarl he launched himself back at the man. Right hand went to grab the mans throat whilst left hand sought the wound he had already created, hoping to cripple the man to the floor with the damage to his shoulder.
word count;; 480
"speech"