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For once, the woman was wearing her four legged form; paws painted with light cream padding across the open landscape of the clan. Her dark muzzle was lowered to the ground, inhaling the fading trail of her once co-hydra. That monster was still the superior when it came to feral combat, and the female could only do so much on her own without a sparring partner. She was not accustomed to the lack of her sword’s weight, but speed was her friend in this form. She had to be aware of her strengths as well as weaknesses in every form and shape. Her usual attitude did not apply here, for being a fighter was all she had ever wanted to be.

The Lykoi hybrid was not a beautiful goddess while in battle, but she was quick and skilled. She did not burn with bloodlust on the battlefield, but it was the direction she led her life and it was one she was content about. Regardless of this, she had become and remained a victim. The older Inferni member was one that she appreciated in secrecy, but he was not a social thing and was hard to find. At least she would get a long nice walk out of this.

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To her delight, she eventually caught the glimpse of another member; one that matched the appearance of the individual she sought. There was no smile to rise up and enchant her lovely features. Had he been a creature easy to bribe with flattery she might have, but Hybrid was a much harder nut to crack. Halo continued to wonder about him, and still struggled to decide whether or not she adored him or loathed him. The young Hydra admired his dedication to the clan’s leader. In some ways he could be considered an idol of sorts, but as an individual he was hard to get along with.

The woman could see from his expression that her intrusion would not be appreciated. The clan’s lands were calm and serene, unfortunately, and her reason for being her was her own. ”All is well,” she replied, giving him a silent greeting in the form of a polite dip of her slim muzzle. She knew what she wanted, and as time passed with the possession of this rank, her insecurity was slowly shedding, though there was always the knowledge that she could never be perfect at what she did. This made her aim for in even more though. ”I came here to ask you if you would be willing to spar with me on a regular basis.”

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She could be considered terribly flawed for her general lack of manners, but the young Lykoi had the ability to amend her attitude in the presence of superiors. Hybrid was not above her in rank, per say, but he was no less a warrior, and a dedicated one. Individuals did not need to do much to trigger her disgust, but it did not take all that much to gain her good will either. Hybrid didn’t care at all about her opinion of him, and this was one of the reasons why he was an exception to her silly rules.

Her face did not change as he considered his answer. What was she to do if he declined? There was a reason why she returned to him, for few clan members knew war like the creature before her. It was only natural for her to select him as her desired teacher of a coyote’s way of fighting. An oversized ear draped with copper stirred as a vocal answer was granted her. Contentment tasted sweet, but she made an effort to restrain the automatic smile that wanted to stretch across her delicate face.

Ears twitched slightly before leaning back against her dark skull. The Hydra was not certain what she had expected if she ended up finding him, but her schedule was more or less empty for the day. Why not? A nod was given to his form as her form found movement; creamy paws treading light and swift to push a bit of distance between them. She required it, she realized, the pumping beat of adrenaline. Perhaps her mind would learn to take pleasure from this eventually, the art of war.

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Her mind struggled to dig up the instructions from their last sparring session, though it seemed to long ago. She knew the basics well—they were practically a part of her. Halo was a member that had truly devoted herself to her rank. Her appearance alone bore witness of this; strong muscles moving under her skin as she chose her steps carefully through intuition and experience. Her eyes would remain locked on Hybrid’s threatening form, and she would have no time to gaze down to the ground to ensure that she would not stumble on her path as she moved. Her head was kept low and she was basically mirroring the other canine’s stance, though it was not because she lacked the knowledge of how to move, but because she was in a battle stance as much as he was. It was different today, for the Holocaust male did not decide turns for them to lunge at each other. They had both moved further than that, and she knew she would have to treat this session as a realistic fight. That was exactly how she wanted it to be though, but her deep contentment did not shine through her demeanour. It was not time for gloat and happy faces now.

The male’s form followed her with ease, refusing to allow her proper space as she wished. She could feel her hackles rise in response to this intensity, magnifying her hybrid form as her tail bashed against her sides. Her muscles were tenser than she would have liked, but she would have to learn through failing in that case. It was strange how this could remain so different from her optime form. A mental note had already been made that she should spend much more time in this quadruped appearance. Halo was too accustomed to the bipedal form, and this could move to her disadvantage in more serious situations than this right here. She could never take it for granted that her sword could keep every opponent away from her. She was beautifully skilled with it, but it was not all. Hand to hand combat and teeth to teeth was just as important, and that was why she wanted Hybrid to help her. There were few more skilled than he, and in her mind, there were two dedicated fighters in this clan and both were present here.

Ruby narrowed as Hybrid’s form found speed and shot towards her. Her form found speed as well, though she would not blindly rush to him in return. He was doing the work for her, bringing his body close enough to receive punishment for his boldness, but she would have to deal with his attack before dealing one of her own. A few agile steps were taken in his direction, but then he turned and lunged at her side. Halo had trained long enough to know that in most cases such as this, it was no use to try to avoid the move completely. She would have to accept and take the blow and attempt to control the damage done instead. The female’s body twisted as well, turning her front slightly to him just as his jaws seemed to target the area by her neck. She kept her head low and waited for only a moment before she too moved to snap at him, trading the blow to her neck for an opportunity to snap at the upper part of his chest that seemed to be temporarily available as he reached for her.

Hard paws threatened to disrupt her balance, but by now her body had been given some time to turn and establish balance and she pushed harshly against his heavy form, trying to bite into his chest and have him draw away so that she could swiftly step back to force space between them. Hybrid had told her to use her agility for what it was worth. That was how coyotes fought, attack, draw back and attack again.

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Much of her current skill was thanks to him, as she strived to remember every little fragment of advice she had been offered last time when he had proven to her that he was far from incapable of speaking more than sporadic, short sentences. Ruby watched the muscles of his form as it travelled with motion, for eyes could not be trusted when skilled warriors moved to injure the flesh. He remained more experienced than she, and she knew that he knew his quadruped forms much better than she knew hers. It was a shame, but one that could be turned and mended if she just put her priorities right. She could only get so much out of her lonely sessions at dawn, and would grant her lupus form more focus from now on. Kesho would help her greatly at this as well, and she was pleased to have him as one of the clan’s fresher Hastatis. There were too many fools in Inferni these days, but she believed they were lucky with their warriors in training, for that bunch belonged to the lesser dimwits.

Teeth tasted the area directly above her shoulders, but there was not time for her to offer a physical reaction to the incoming pain of sharp daggers aiming to dig into her skin. Some fur would no doubt be ripped out now, but to her this was still nothing more than a spar that was supposed to be friendly. The woman’s own fangs managed to grasp his thick, pale pelted throat, and there was a rush of premature victory soaring through her cautious form. The warrior princess knew better than to let the swirl of emotion get to her head, however, for she would lose it all if she allowed herself to be devoured by the arrogance from dealing a silly little blow to this potential enemy. Jaws clenched against the male’s skin, and there was crimson dripping down on her tongue. The bite could possibly have been fatal if the current battle had been one of life and death, but she kept only enough strength in her bite to maintain her fortunate hold of him for a few moments longer.

The rumble of his voice vibrated against her clasp, overpowering the beat of her heart enticing her hearing. Paws swiped at her with force, but as long as her hind legs were strongly inserted onto firm earth, her stance was secure. Her jaws were locked as he tried to shake her off, but the weight of her entire body kept her attached to his discontent form, firm muscles stiff and reluctant to allow her to be thrown about with wailing feet and loose neck. His hold on her neck had been temporary at best, but this was no place for her to linger, but she was not supposed to pause to search her mind to find her next move. She had to feel it. Breath still flowed smoothly, but it would not last. His form shifted, and she could smell a change of tactic in him, which was soon revealed in the form of unkind teeth finding sensitive flesh, this time closer to her skull. A slight twist of her head was immediately given, pushing the length of her neck against his form to protect flattened receivers. She did not doubt she could risk lose an ear if she was not careful. She’d rather risk teeth marks hidden by thick fur than a ravaged ear.

The pressure crushing down on her was enormous, and her breath was hoarse as her body followed gravity and the weight of the male. The woman released the mouth of fur and skin, darting to one rooted front leg of the male. All she aimed for now was to find a swift solution to make him let go. Her goal was not to cause injury, but a sharp roaring snap of pain. His hold on her neck was crushing; devastating to the nerves located there despite thick fur and skin. She reached for that leg anyway, aiming low as his weight had already brought her close to the ground, and she was certain it would be felt if she managed to snap her jaws forcefully against the front tendons above his paw. Claws on hind legs scraped against the frozen soil, as she pushed her luck slightly, uncertain if she would be able to reach the male’s limb without helping him tear further into her burning neck.

Sorry for fail post, Tammimon ;_; let me know if you want this changed.

A blast of sound collided with her sensitive audits, but they were well received, for it spoke of success. His unkind grasp was released shortly after. Barely a moment after snapping them shut over his skin, his choice to attempt to try to yank his paw away only assisting her at bringing soaring pain to that limb. She held on a moment longer before releasing, taking a step back from his hovering form. Originally she had wished to allow her body to explode with speed and carry her to temporary safety so that she could evaluate the damage already done, but she found that she should not give him the privilege of recovering from the spray of pain where her teeth so cruelly had connected with his nerves.

Jaws opened again, initially to deliver another blow, but as the male’s own move shot towards her, she met his fangs face first, twisting her face several degrees to the left in an attempt to weaken the chance for their fangs to reach each other’s face. Her form was pressed backwards now, for she feared the fangs aimed at her face. Vanity was definitely her worst flaw her, and she loathed this fact. Halo trusted that this was something that would not infect her mind in a true fight, but right now it did. Her body twisted and allowed a front limb to aim for his front; intending to toss in a punch that would serve only to offer him a small blow and give her an extra amount of speed to get some distance between them.

300+ Sure, you can have him walk away or whatever you fancy since they're done <3 thanks for thread, tammimooon!

A sharp inhale was caught as a prickling pain danced across her cheek, though she did not permit herself the option of allowing thoughts to linger on the possible damage that had been inflicted. A warrior could not succumb to simple pain, and if it was his teeth that had grazed her lovely face or fur that had ripped off, it did not matter. The collision of their faces left her too slightly numb for a moment, and perhaps that was why the croaking sound from the other failed to make the woman’s flattened audits understand the word. He tripped on her leg, and the added pressure it momentarily caused to it made her front buckle slightly as well, as she almost fell down with him.

Instead she clumsily withdrew her front limb and skittered a few steps away, fur on edge and orbs unable to abandon the canine form. Quite a few areas on her body ached and burned, and she was relatively certain that the tint of blood floating lightly in the air probably belonged to them both. Breathing quickly, she actually felt some form of relief as he spoke, shouting a word she would never have expected from the generally grumpy man as well as closure. It was over. She kept drinking the cool air greedily, feeling no need to let a victorious grin stretch the edges of her lips. The warrior princess turned back to Hybrid’s figure, her form losing its tenser battle stance for a relaxed, upright one.

Muscles were strained and part of her ached along with her racing heart, but she would never complain about this. The pain was wonderful, and the man’s words made her want to blush with joy instead. It meant a lot to her to have this creature offer her such compliments. ”Thank you,” she snapped between two inhales, allowing her hind legs to lower her into a seat. Much of it had to be luck though, and she knew that none of them had gone all out. She still did not know where she stood, but this had been a wonderful session. The woman craned her neck slightly, allowing crimson orbs to fall beneath his face in gentle, appreciate submission for this uncommon display of kindness. Perhaps it was just honesty, but she was grateful nevertheless.