[AW+] the liked and the loathed, the bruise and the blow

Skoll Haskel · 11 July 2015, 12:00 PM

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Hey guys! In light of the conflict with Inferni, Skoll is "hosting" a little session in the training grounds for those who don't know how to defend themselves. Anyone is welcome to join -- whether others in the military tier that can help Skoll teach, people who don't know a lick about fighting, or even those who just want to watch, gossip, etc. I don't anticipate this thread getting huge, but for now there is no real posting order. :>

"Grounded" within the territories, Skoll grew antsy. What he really wanted was to head to the coyote clan, wait for Liir to step outside the safety of his borders, and rip him to pieces -- but with tensions mounting and conflict already looming on the horizon, he knew such an action would likely be the breaking point for the coyotes. His blood sang for war, but thinking of his loved ones here was enough to deter him from such a rash act.

Silvano had already beaten him to a pulp for the last stupid thing he'd done.

There was something that the Seneschal could do to protect his packmates, however. He'd approached those beneath him in the military tier, inviting them to the training grounds to help him train those in the other houses who could not fight. Cour des Miracles had been at peace for years now, but he didn't want anyone caught off guard in the neutral territories if a coyote assaulted them.

The wolfdog circled around the training grounds to ensure that the soft, sandy ground was clear of debris and that the wooden dummies were erect before standing in the center of the area. He threw his head back, flashing his white throat, and howled for the pack to join him.

Tasha Takekuro · 13 July 2015, 12:23 AM

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Her uncle's call did not go unheard. Tasha had, in fact, been waiting for it. It was no secret that Skoll had been planning some big gathering, consisting of the teaching of those who didn't know how to defend themselves. It was also no big secret that the golden man was rather unhappy with recent developments, such as being 'grounded' and unable to leave the Court's lands. Tasha saw this activity to be some outlet for him to display the frustration he undoubtedly harbored, but certainly she wasn't complaining. The female was lacking sorely in any means of fighting skill; instead choosing to indulge in the unrealistic heroic acts of her favorite characters in her favorite novels. She knew that this was foolish, and she of anybody should have been the most eager to learn how to throw a punch. Past events stood to show just how easy she was to overpower, and she'd spent most of her time back home avoiding any stray thoughts towards the dark experiences. But she wouldn't be able to hide from it forever, and so it was best to face it head-on, especially in the light of recent Inferni tensions. Standing from where she sat in the middle of Fairy Lights the Takekuro began the trek to the training grounds.

Despite being a decent distance away, Tasha appeared to be the first to arrive. "Hi, Skoll." She greeted, waiting for him to judge her appearance. For once she had gone without flowers in her hair; they would likely fall, anyways, if she was going to practice training. Instead her hair was braided down her back, and she wore her simple button-up flannel, rolled up to the elbows in an attempt to appear casual. Crossing her arms over her chest, the petite Seigneur glanced around the edges of the clearing before huffing out a breath. "You aren't allowed to laugh when I fail miserably at this, okay?" She ordered pointedly, though in good nature and with a small smile. She really didn't think she would be good at anything that required finesse or quick reflexes, but at the very least she had to try.

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Calanthia Lucetta Faire · 13 July 2015, 11:11 PM

Calanthia is biologically male, but is transgender and uses she/her pronouns and female terms to refer to herself.

I'll hop in, why not :p

She recognized the voice that was calling for the pack and therefore was unsure of whether or not she should go. Calanthia had heard, in her few days since joining the Court, of tensions between Cour des Miracles and another to the northeast. She had also met the male whose call she was wary of, whose low tones rung out over the territory. For all intents and purposes, the Seigneur was a pretty, pale-furred target. She had no real fighting skills. Anyone could throw a bad punch or lash out with claws and teeth. Actual fighting skills were harder to come by. Calanthia, despite brief training with a bow and other basic weapons, didn't have any notable combat experience. When she was younger, she didn't have the concentration or will for it. Now, though... Well, she'd have to deal with Skoll, though he hadn't been too bad, if only to remedy that. To try to, anyway.

It's not like she was very far, anyway. Just outside the Chien Hotel, intent on enjoying the sun's rays until inspiration or wanderlust struck her. She'd been unsure of where her day was going to take her; now she knew. Calanthia pushed up the sleeves of her brown, long-sleeved shirt and then tied her forest green skirt closer to her waist with what she hoped was a sturdy knot. Her hair was already braided down her back, though the wolf hybrid knew that wasn't the best way to have it for combat. Not too difficult to grab onto, after all. Grumbling to herself, Calanthia began her trek toward the training grounds; she was going to learn, try her best, and earn the respect she tried to show her fellow Court members.

Her hesitance, though she didn't appear to be late, kept her from being the first to arrive. Calanthia paused then on the edge of the training grounds, unsure of what to say or do. She'd learned since her first meeting with Skoll that, well, he was about as highly ranked as you could get without being some sort of leader. So, as she figured was appropriate, the wolf hybrid's ears dipped backward against her skull. "Hello, Sene‐Seneschal Skoll." Calanthia greeted, stumbling over his title not due to nerves, but because she simply wasn't sure how to pronounce the male's rank. She'd heard it before, of course, but that didn't mean she could twist her tongue the right way first try. After offering him a gentle smile, she turned her attention to the other luperci in attendance. A female who seemed perfectly comfortable, at least in comparison to Calanthia's stiff posture. "Hello to you, too. We haven't met before; I'm Calanthia." The other woman was significantly shorter than she was, but that wasn't surprising. Most females were, something Calanthia would always be pointedly aware of. It came with the territory, her territory.

Maciel Lopez · 18 July 2015, 11:24 AM

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Maciel, being quite the social recluse, had not actually heard of Skoll's training session, but when he caught the Seneschal's call he only hesitated for a moment before abandoning his hunt and following it. Howls that commanded the entire pack's attention were rare indeed, and his life had become such a monotonous routine that he was aching for some variety. Besides, this might be important.

Before long, the huntsman could sense an abundance of wolf scent in the warm air, and he slowed, adjusting his course toward its source. Soon he spotted three figures in the training ground, standing on the shimmering golden sand. Immediately, he was struck with a familiar anxiety. His mind began to reel, making the muscles in his legs tense and so forcing him to freeze in place, hiding him in the shadow of the pine trees. 'A training session?' the Mexican wolf wondered worriedly. He had never been one to fight, unless tackling a deer could be compared to battle. And being at the mercy of Luperci in Optime...

For a moment, Maciel was a pup, with only plush fur to protect his small, weak body. There were no claws at his back, nor teeth at his neck, but his sides were battered and bruised. Long fingers gripped his scruff, careful not to draw blood, but pinning him roughly in place - his proper place: pressed hard against the cold ground. His open ears were filled again by mocking whispers, whispered close, whispered softly. The venom of words seeped down into his mind, gripping it in such fear that it began to melt into a bloody slush, where thoughts could not be thought, except for a single phrase that ran over and over again in his head... the most unforgiving of poems---

The wolf swallowed the bitter memories and began to walk away. This useless fighting could be saved for some other time. Yet, as he walked, his mind was still working, processing the scents in the air, until eventually: Skoll? Maciel paused. He thought the Seneschal to be one of the kinder Luperci, and if he were the one leading the session... 'surely, what is kind could not hurt me'. That was the simplified version of his thoughts, at least, as he slowly, reluctantly turned once again, except this time toward the training grounds.

"Good morning," he called as he loped across the sand. He soon stood beside the others, but did not recognise one - the tall, pale hybrid, whom he assumed from scent was male - and so introduced himself, "Hello. I'm Maciel," His tail wagged friendlily, and the corners of his black, lupine lips curved into a smile - the expression had finally become quite natural, despite it being a learned. Later on, when all the greetings were done, he flicked one ear nervously and turned to face Skoll, dipping his head, "I-is it alright if I train as well? Or is that..." too risky, he wanted to say, knowing full well that deep wounds from a Luperci could transfer the Virus, but he could not help but trail off.

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Skoll Haskel · 23 July 2015, 11:24 PM

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Thanks for joining, guys! :> Since Tasha is being NPCed, I'm going to go ahead and let her fade into the background and assume she's practicing with Haven (who I'm bringing in this post) -- if you're reading this and it's not okay, Ann, let me know! Still open for more to join in, and I'd love if some people could hop in from the military tier (since this could very well end up counting as a rank thread for you)!

Others heeded his call and trickled into the area like he knew they would -- or should, at any rate. Peaceful as Cour des Miracles was, it didn't demand the rigorous knowledge of self-defense as a pack like Casa di Cavalieri or their barbarian enemies might. Skoll worried about those in his care, the ones he'd sworn to protect, and wanted to be certain that they wouldn't end up coyote food if left on their own. While he doubted those of a more fragile disposition would fare well against an outright attack, if this training bought them a few seconds to save their lives, he would have done his job.

His niece approached first, hair braided neatly out of her way, and Skoll laughed at her remark. Can't make any promises, you know what an ass I am, he teased her, but wagged his tail. He lifted his gaze from her as others approached -- first Calanthia, and then Haven, whose hair was pulled neatly back in its ponytail. The knight's smile seemed directed more at Tasha, Calanthia, and the newly-arrived Maciel than Skoll -- as he'd been there with Silvano at the edge of Inferni -- but the elder man seemed to defer to Skoll. When the Seneschal acknowledged him, he nodded then stepped aside with Tasha after she'd introduced herself to Calanthia.

Skoll grinned reassuringly at Maciel. It's fine, he said to assuage his fears, though he didn't know quite what the non-Luperci referred to exactly -- going up against a Luperci opponent or the virus. I'll take turns with the two of you, it looks like, he said, glancing briefly at Calanthia. Maciel, I can shift and train with you on four legs to show you moves, but you should learn how to fight an Optime opponent, too, so we can do that first for Cal's sake. He swept his hair out of his face. That all right?

Maciel Lopez · 25 July 2015, 04:16 AM

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A wave of bittersweet relief washed over Maciel when he realised he would not be excluded from the session. Bittersweet, of course, because he was still nervous about coming up against Optime claws, but it was sweet all the same; after this, if he was attacked, he would be prepared. Admittedly, Maciel, being a small part coyote himself, was not doing this 'fighting stuff' because he feared coyotes in particular - coyotes as a species he still did not discriminate against (even though he had, after recent events, become overly-wary of Inferni as a pack).

Maciel was doing this to protect himself against Optime Luperci. It was funny how that was still important to him, even now. "Alright," he confirmed, his tail wagging excitedly and a small smile turning the edge of his lips. It had become an easy expression for him, despite his naturally unexpressive, lupine face. Practice, it turns out, really did make perfect.

The Mexican wolf then took a few quick steps back, so as to allow some more space for Skoll and Calanthia. His wide, brown eyes watched them curiously as well as cautiously, half-eager to see them spar.

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Calanthia Lucetta Faire · 25 July 2015, 04:55 PM

ack, sorry for the wait!

It did not appear that many would attend the training session; Calanthia wasn't sure if she should find that surprising or not. There was Skoll, the female who introduced herself as Tasha, and two unfamiliar males that arrived after herself. That appeared to be all, though. Five Courtiers out of... Honestly, the Seigneur didn't even know. It just didn't seem like a lot to her.

She tried to commit offered names to memory for the sake of her pack mates; it wasn't fun to repeat one's name over and over again because no one thought it important enough to remember. Just because Calanthia's circumstances had been different didn't mean such things weren't necessary. One remembered a name, or at least put effort into remembering a name, out of respect.

The pale female listened as Skoll spoke up, first reassuring Maciel... Well, of something. The pieces didn't click into place until the Seneschal offered to shift down for the other male. Oh. Non-luperci. She supposed that made sense. It wasn't like Calanthia minded anyway. She'd just... Be mindful. The Seigneur viewed shifting as a gift, but not every gift was meant to be shared, and no gift was meant to be shared nonconsensually.

Returning Skoll's glance, she listened as he finished speaking. Calanthia nodded her agreement and acceptance of the plan after Maciel answered; a small smile ghosted onto her lips at Cal. Everything would work itself out. She'd embarrass herself, but she'd learn. That's all the wolf hybrid could hope for at this point. Watching as Maciel took a few steps back, seemingly to give Skoll and her the field, her smile grew slightly nervous. Calanthia had no idea what she was doing, but she figured it would be fun. At least if the anxiety crawling up her spine held its icy tongue."Are... Are we going first?" She asked, turning her attention to the Seneschal.

Harvey Butler · 5 August 2015, 10:28 PM

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000 words → Dropping a Harv off in here! ;U;

More often than not, if the Briton could not be found wandering about his dwelling with a daughter or his mate nearby, idly chatting about whatever seemed to hold their attention that day, he was either off in Halifax for a (hopefully) short visit to his son's humble abode, or spending his free time releasing tension on the training grounds.
So there was hardly a reason to decline the Seneschal's invitation to join him their, especially if the foreign fighter was to be productive in training others.

His last trip with fellow Courtier William Pendragon had definitely tested his self-esteem; yet again, he had blood on his hands, and it forced the male to consider his emotional stability. This was the second life taken since his arrival to Nova Scotia, and while they were both done in self-defense and through means he'd consider quick and honourable, it was never any easier to accept.

Since then, he'd made sure to visit the grounds at least a few times a week, striking desperately at a defenseless, wooden dummy. It worked for the physical release that he desired, and it wore him to exhaustion, often leaving him far too tired to think much about his problems; it was altogether numbing, and that wasn't wholly negative.

But now, he had improved.
It wasn't as if the feelings had completely abandoned him, of course, but it troubled him less. Instead of dwelling on the horrors of his past, the whole purpose of leaving him hometown and climbing the tiers of a military system was for the Londoner to better himself, and use his skills for reasons other than selfish reputation and self-centered desires.

This was likely to help not only the Butler dog with his drive to be seen as an important member of the Court, but it would assure him that his fellow packmates would not be left inexperienced, should a threat turn to violence.

Coming upon the grounds, he discovered a group already present and appearing ready to spar. The scene brought a small smile to his face as he picked out a familar few in the collection. Some were only known through passing, or seen from afar as they were spoken of, but appreciated company nonetheless.

Harvey cleared his throat as he stepped closer, arms crossing over his broad chest. "I 'ope I'm not too late." He said with his usually rough Cockney voice, "Would be a shame t' miss out on any of dis."

Aurelya Shandara · 10 August 2015, 11:14 AM

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There was a ferocity blazing in Aurelya as of late that begged to be freed and set fire to anything it touched.

Her eyes, usually gleaming as though of burnished brass, now shone dangerously like molten gold. She had been waiting to train, and only now that the conflict was intensifying did she realize she waited too long. She should have sought out the help she wanted. Well, now she had a chance, and she would take it. She needed to be strong for her pack, and for the ones she loved. There weren't too many in the pack she had formally met, but the few became dear to her in short time, and though many remained strangers, as a pack they were family. She would fight, and she would die, for her family. But she would not lay down her life easily, if it came to that.

She loped in Optime form down to the training grounds. She had debated on whether to take her bow and arrows or her throwing daggers with her, but on reflection took neither. She needed more training in grappling, both in her Optime and in her Luperci/Secui forms. Particularly on all fours. She had wrestled with Faurin in Optime form and found she still retained some of the knowledge she had acquired so long ago wrestling with her sisters. However, there had not been much opportunity for the more feral of the art. It was time to fix that.

The sight of a sandy wolfdog brought a smile to her face. It was not easy to smile as of late, but, even though she knew he'd be here as he had called the training session, it still was a relief, like a balm to ease her tension. The fire, however, still blazed, perhaps all the more to see what she stood to lose.

She raised a hand in greeting, and glanced around at those already gathered. Unfamiliar faces. At an earlier time, it would have sent her into hiding to be around so many at once. Her anxiety was muffled by her ever-constant fury as of late. At least the anger was useful. She would put it to use in more ways than this. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "I'm Aurelya," she added, meeting the eyes of the other pack members she had yet to know. "It is nice to meet you all." Turning to the Seneschal, she asked briskly, "What are we starting with?"

Skoll Haskel · 23 August 2015, 09:05 PM

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I am fail, sorry guys! Skoll is pairing you guys up, but feel free to do something else, or if people wanted to break off into smaller groups/training threads/just OOCly assume the training if they're busy, that's totally fine. Whatever works for people! :D (I am kinda pairing Maciel/Skoll/Aurelya up since our characters are actively participating in the newest conflict threads.)

Maciel stepped back to give Skoll room to spar with Calanthia, who timidly asked if they would go first, but the Seneschal hesitated. He began to nod, but the arrival of two of his tier -- Harvey tough and experienced, Aurelya sleek and angry -- made him pause. He grinned openly at the pair then inclined his head toward the Seigneur. Why don't you spar with Cal here, Harv? I'm sure you'll go easier on him than I would. After all, Harvey got along well enough with timider folk like his quiet daughter and Pascal, and Calanthia was nothing if not... odd.

Aurelya, he went on, wagging his tail, why don't you face me for a little bit? Maciel, I'll show you some ways to fight an Optime opponent on all fours, then you can step in or we can switch it up if one of us gets tired.

With little more preamble than that, the wolfdog shifted down onto all fours. It was a quick process, a scarce handful of minutes, and then with a growl of warning dove for Aurelya's legs, his head low and hackles stiff.

Aurelya Shandara · 1 September 2015, 11:53 AM

WC: 260 OOC: A thte beginning you said there is no real posting order, so I waited a week since your post and decided to post again, hope that's ok! I'm trying to get some rank threads so I need the fighting practice!

She nodded as Skoll gave directions to those gathered. her eyes flickered from him to the new faces. It was interesting to watch him take charge of the situation. Something she hadn't observed as of yet. It made her simultaneously proud and humble, to know she meant something to this leader. Perhaps someday she could inspire the same sort of pride in him. At his words to her, she nodded again and affirmed, "Sounds great to me."

With interest, Aurelya watched Skoll shift into his four-legged form. Too long though, she remained fascinated, and as Skoll unpredictably leaped for her, she . . . embarrassed herself.

With a yelp, she jumped in the air slightly, adrenaline launching her like a frightened cat and vaulting her above the growling wolfdog. Ungainly as her reaction was, it only followed that her landing was not exactly graceful. With a crash, she fell atop Skoll's had and shoulders, rolling backwards, but her dark legs tangled in the forepaws of the golden Luperci.

In desperation not to further mortify herself, she endeavored to take control of the situation, despite her obvious disadvantage of surprise and clumsiness to start. With a grunt, she drew her limbs in closer to her core, and attempted to wrap her legs around Skoll's shoulders. If she could maybe fix them around his chest behind his limbs, and keep his face from her throat . . . With a growl, she thrust an arm up in front of her face and neck, aiming to both jab at his neck and keep his muzzle far from her.

Skoll Haskel · 9 September 2015, 04:08 PM

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That works out :> We can keep this going for your sake + Maciel if Heart still wants to participate!

Despite his growl—something he would not have given any other opponent—Aurelya was caught off-guard with a yelp and a leap. She tumbled on top of him, and for a moment they were a mess of light and dark fur. Surprised at his success, Skoll hesitated a beat before limbs began to tighten around his shoulders.

The Optime form’s advantage was its hands and reach, but Aurelya controlled him with muscular legs. Her arms were pulled back out of his reach until they shot forward. Straddled on him like he was a horse, Aurelya swiped at the back of his neck.

Skoll barked in surprise and tried to roll. His thick scruff protected his neck from her jabs, but a solid punch to the back of the head wouldn’t do him any good. The odd beginning to the fight threw him off guard as much as it had Aurelya, and he wasn’t sure to be impressed or perturbed. If he could thrash and flip her over, if she fell an instant, he would be on her—hypothetically—with his teeth.

He hoped this flailing wouldn’t frighten Maciel too much.

Maciel Lopez · 16 September 2015, 06:57 AM

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If Skoll hoped that Maciel would not be frightened by the flailing, he had good reason to hope.

The young Courtier skittered aside to make way again for the black-and-gold blur that was writhing in the sand, his hackles bristling at the harsh sounds of yelping and growling. To him, the fight did not seem vicious, per se; merely somewhat disconcerting. He had been greatly surprised by Aurelya's first move, as well (although it had not occured to him that it had been unintentional). But by taking him by surprise, the action also seemed to disturb him, except he could not understand why.

Simultaneously, at the back of his mind, the faintest of memories nagged at him - concerning Lupercian fists against a four-legged wolf - and he flinched, before taking another step back as the sand kicked up from the fighting flew up and stung his eyes. Maciel teared up for a second, but he blinked the irritation away before skipping away to another, seemingly safer spot nearby, from where he watched the scuffle alertly, hoping to pick up some moves. That roll the Seneschal did appeared particularly useful.

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Aurelya Shandara · 26 September 2015, 12:24 AM

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The dark she-wolf was not ungainly. But, balance eluded her at times.

This was one of those times.

Grunting, hands flying from fists into grips on fur, Aurelya slid too far to one side of the thrashing wolf-dog, and in an instant she fell hard to her back. Her eyes clapped shut and the air rushed out of her lungs in a sharp exhale, but she was satisfied that she had kept her hold on her adversary.

His thrashing, however, flipped him to face her in a way that, were he truly an opponent, his teeth would have ample access to her face and throat. She didn't want to sacrifice her hands. Fingers against a strong jaw and a row of sharp teeth was not a tough fight - they would be mangled in moments. She also didn't want to punch Skoll in the face, although in a real fight, she would have given a nice hook into his muzzle. Instead, she opted for the hypothetical sacrifice of her forearm, throwing up one under his jaw and striving to push his head up at an angle. It wouldn't work for long, but if she could keep him at bay...

She still had her legs around his middle. Perhaps she could work that to her advantage. Locking her ankles behind his back, she bucked her hips up and squeezed her thighs together, hoping to crush some of the air out of his lungs and force him to retreat.

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She lost her balance, slipping to the side as Skoll had hoped (and counted on). The breath knocked from her, she landed within reach of his teeth, and he lunged quickly for her, aware that she would likely try to use her hands to defend herself. She could grab at him, strike him, use her arms to keep him at bay -- which is what she did now, keeping snapping teeth from her neck.

The wolfdog growled, but her strong thighs squeezed the barrel of his body, her calves thrown over his spine and keeping him locked in place. He tried to draw in deeper breaths to fight the press of her legs, glowering at the woman beneath him, her raven hair tousled about her determined face --

A wave of heat flushed through Skoll's body, and it was decidedly not the heat of battle.

Okay, ease up, crap, the big bad Seneschal begged, and wriggled free of her limbs. He hobbled a few feet from her and directed a wide-eyed look at Maciel, then shook his ruff and scowled. Trying to find something to say amongst the new inappropriate thoughts in his head, he glared into space then glanced at Maciel again. So -- two legs, their balance isn't gonna be so great. They'll have reach on you, though -- and hands, um, and... legs. Fine, supple, muscular legs. Your only weapons are your teeth, so don't be afraid to do as much damage as you can if your position is compromised.

Merde. This wasn't going the way he wanted.

Maciel Lopez · 8 October 2015, 10:20 AM

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Maciel wasn't entirely sure what just happened.

Nevertheless, part of him also knew that the look on Skoll wasn't mere embarassment; he himself was too familiar with that feeling, and he knew that it did not have this kind of effect. It must have been something else. So was Skoll trying to hide something, he wondered? Had there been some shocking complication in battle that the huntsman had overlooked?

"Uh. Okay," Maciel eventually replied. (Legs, he thought, I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the legs,) "Okay. Just keep on biting, basically... I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Seneschal,"

The coywolf gave a subtle glance over Skoll's head toward Aurelya, cocking his head slightly in silent question. The poor, young Courtier had not had much experience in this area, so he was completely lost as to why Skoll was acting the way he was: flustered and even... stuttering. The obvious cause had completely washed over him, so he was left with wondering if the black wolfess had done some kind of strange magick on the man. After all, how else could she have bested the pack's strongest fighter?

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Aurelya Shandara · 8 October 2015, 10:41 AM

WC: 165 OOC: Bahahhaa everything about this... yaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss.

Skoll stumbled back from her after she released him from her hold. Confused, she rolled into a squat, arms draped over her knees. What did she do? Did she actually go too hard and hurt him? Although she would be dismayed at crushing his ribs with her legs as she had been both trying and not trying to do, a small smirk of satisfaction curved her lips. Whatever the reason, he had caved first in the match. Aurelya one, Skoll null.

As oblivious as Maciel, she glanced over at him and, at his puzzled expression, grinned widely unabashedly and winked. She had no idea why Skoll was stammering, other than he seemed to be embarrassed. Well, she would be too after being defeated, and so quickly. And, as seemed to be what was getting to him, simply by legs. Pride made her mischievous grin glow brighter.

"Well," she said, standing and stretching briefly with hands above her head, "you ready for round two?"

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