Vesper rose as her mentor did, her limbs shaking lightly from the position they had been bent in, though after a moment she stood as strong as X’yrin did. She looked forward to this, to training her mind as well as her body in the art of combat. These lessons were ones that would benefit her in her four-legged forms as well, if only in concept. While she moved more confidently and instinctually in the shape she had been born, there was always room for improvement.
The golden woman spoke of defense, and before the hybrid could nod, her muzzle was grabbed. Panic flashed through her like lightning as she remembered teeth buried in her skin, a muscular neck heaving her off her feet, throwing her down to the ground. The rest of her mentor’s words were almost background noise compared to the thumping of her heart and the growl that shot muffled from her tightly clenched teeth.
Getting away, getting free was her only thought as X’y wished, though fear drove her actions as much as obedience to what the Exultare suggested. She jerked her head back in attempt to free herself, arms moving to strike against the other’s to knock her grasp loose. Other than that, she did not respond offensively; she was merely trying to get free and step backwards.
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