[p] so sharpen your teeth or lay flat

Ithiel de le Poer · 03-15-2012, 06:00 AM

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Ithiel is by Kitty!

Ithiel regarded his red-haired cousin coolly. Their breath was coming quickly, big silvery clouds rising in the sharp morning air, but neither of them had shed a drop of blood. Ithiel had not accidentally hurt someone while sparring in his lifetime, but even so, he was careful. He preferred training with men, but his cousin had asked him in earnest to help her learn how to fight and defend the clan. This was an improvement over her sulky moroseness -- at least that had seemed to go from Myrika, though she hadn't completely returned to her usual brightness.

I could step around you all day, he told her, flatly. You're too obvious when you move, and you're not taking proper advantage of your size. Keep jumping around and darting all over the place, and you'll get tired a lot faster than me, the man said, reaching out to deliver a poke to the tawny shoulder of his cousin, hard red eyes catching her own for a brief moment before he looked away again. Don't get all flustered, he said, a rather commanding tone for one ranked beneath Myri, but she never took advantage of her rank -- Ithiel had figured out on his own he was essentially free to do as he liked in her presence. This was something he was not accustomed to in his betters, though the dusty coyote did not take advantage too frequently, nor was he indiscreet about it.

You, he said, settling to his rear with a grunt, are a tall lady. Use it to your advantage, like my skinniness, he said, pinching his side to show there was little enough to pinch. Her gaze was sharp and angry -- cold fire burned in her pale blue eyes, but Ithiel met them earnestly, shaking his head. Get over it -- you want to fight and defend Inferni. How are you going to do that if the time comes for you to defend the clan and you're worried about how you look?

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