don't you know this girl likes a boy who moves

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POSTED: Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:09 am

((500+)) ooc. Hurr we go

Lyris wasn’t very good at following rules.

This had become apparent early in her life. Even as a young pup she was stubborn, unswayable in things she thought were right. She had been born the daughter of an alpha, and as a young pup she’d mostly had free reign on what was right and wrong. Once her family had been taken from her, she’d carried her stubbornness on well into her young adulthood. Even now, she was disobeying orders. It may get her kicked out of New Dawn, though she doubted such an extreme consequence would come from such a little thing as hiding some of her humanistic items in the forest instead of storing them in the tree house. She didn’t really care if she got kicked out anyways; she was very good at keeping relationships at a distance, and she wouldn’t miss anybody if she left. She’d just move on, like she always did. Forget it all and leave, barely a care in the world.

She wasn’t dumb, however. Her packmates had seen her shooting her bows and arrows commonly, and would know she had them. So she stored her pair in the treehouse, but kept an extra set in the hollow trunk of a tree, for easy accessibility. Lyris always made sure she was alone before she used them, even then. Today, though, the Epsilon wasn’t practicing her archery. She’d made a dummy.

It was an extremely crude thing; a large canvas sack she’d scavenged in Amherst had been tied off at different angles to represent something similar to an object with arms and legs, and then filled with sand and sealed off. It was hard to hit and not very close to a replica of a real life Luperci, but it would do. Lyris was not one that liked to lose fights; so she practiced in any way she could. Her hand-to-hand combat, in her opinion, sucked royally, even if she was quite formidable to most. She was going to perfect her moves and not fall victim to careless mistakes again.

Lyris began slowly, focusing on technique and precision more than speed. She began with a defensive position; forearms raised in front of her to take the blunt of whatever blow may come to wound her. Her legs had been planted moments before, but it took less than a second for her to dart around and come up from the back, landing a formidable kick to the fake head and punch to the dummy gut before slipping under a stationary sack arm. The first time around was slow; the second time she repeated the maneuver she moved quickly as her slender body would allow; which was much faster than most could accomplish. That was her style; to land sharp, quick blows, but to be too fast to actually be captured. If she ended up pinned or fighting a battle only won with brute strength, Lyris would be utterly screwed. She was not a woman of strength; she was a woman of stealth.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 25, 2014 12:51 am

So this place was New Dawn. The golden warrior in training walked at an easy pace up to the border, allowing his senses to take in the place. He had arrived back home in Casa di Cavalieri a little too late for the big mateship and alliance party and the usually arrogant young male felt bad for missing out on his brothers big day. A feral princess, who would have thought!? Unwilling to stay bored within the pack territory the youth had headed north on four legs to visit with his brother and check out the feral pack.

Upon his arrival, after a few days of travel, he was lucky enough to be approached by none other than his brother’s bride at the border. She was pretty cute, he had to admit, but Luca was a man who knew the joys of using his hands and feral ladies always seemed a little too stuck up for him anyhow. Veyra had been willing to call for Callum to come to the border directly but Luca, being curious about the pack, had rejected the offer. Instead he asked for some time to wander while she made her way back to the communal den in search of the white Knight.

Being alone at last Luca had the opportunity to snoop around their new allies land. His grandfather had always spoke well of the feral pack to the north so it was no surprise that he had created an alliance once Callum decided to take on New Dawns Alpha’s daughter as his mate. He began exploring without fear, sure that any within New Dawn would recognize his scent since they were so newly allied.

An all too familiar sound near by caused the wolfdog to pause and listen. Another zip of wind verified what he believed he heard - arrows flying. His brows frowned and his hands instinctively moved to the axes on his hips. Veyra had eyed the wearily and said that the pack members here did not use and were not use to weapons, so why were there arrows being shot off?

Curiously he moved towards the sound and was shocked at what he saw. Before him was a snowy white woman holding a bow and arrows and giving a swift kick to a rough dummy. It wasn’t nearly as put together as the ones in Casa but still, a dummy! So much for feral. “Eh! Snowflake!” He grunted out roughly. “I thought you folks didn’t like weapons and such?”

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POSTED: Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:32 pm

((400+)) ooc. Actual slug: me. Also she doesn't have her bow and arrows with her, sorry if that wasn't very specific! D|

The dummy practice was a luxury she hadn’t had before. The Stryder’s only true experience with Optime combat was first-hand. She’d gotten into many fights, mind you; her personality was such so that it wasn’t hard for her to tip others over the edge of violence. She had that effect on most; first, the smattering of scarring over her face and thigh would shake her foe up a bit, make them sure not to underestimate what else would have come across as a fragile little girl. They’d see the tattoo and hard glint to her eyes, and they’d know they wouldn’t be able to get away without a little bit of blood on their fur. Lyris didn’t always win; she wasn’t even that good. She relied too heavily on speed and luck, and too little on actual technique. She had a large collection of faint scars hidden by her thick coat, all trophies of victory and shameful defeat. Never before had she been able to practice actual maneuvers on a dummy, and so when she’d found the canvas sack in Amherst she’d snatched it up. This was a perfect opportunity for improvement; something Lyris would never stop striving for.

She practiced basic moves for a while, before moving into combos a little more complicated. She’d twist her figure to avoid a phantom swipe and then come around to slam an elbow into a chest or nonexistent nose, before ducking or darting out of reach again. Lyris fell into a quick routine; strike, dodge, strike, dodge. The Epsilon had been balanced in the middle of a well-aimed kick when a deep voice caused her to start. Her strike was thrown off and the claws of her feet stuck in the burlap of the dummy. A low ripping sound was followed by sand spilling out of the gut of the dummy, like blood from a mortal wound. Lyris managed to twist back onto her feet before falling from the catch, cursing under her breath. “Frick,” She muttered, looking up with dark eyes to see who had ruined her practice. The male was unfamiliar, sending off a red flag in her head. Lyris switched into a defensive position before the smell of Casa wafted forward, and she visibly relaxed again, setting her hands on her hips and leaning forward slightly as she heaved breath from her intense session and scare. She didn’t respond until she could talk without panting, sizing up the stranger as she caught breath. The nickname grated on her nerves, but she brushed it off with a halfhearted shrug. “We don’t.” She said shortly, letting him make what he would of that reply. “You owe me a dummy.” The Hunter said, glancing to what was now a limp piece of sack with sand trickling from its wound. She huffed, irritated with the entire encounter. “You going to go tell on me to Zalen now?”

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POSTED: Sun Oct 12, 2014 1:47 pm

He thought New Dawn was a peaceful pack of anti-luperci, but the display of optime fighting in front of him was contrary to everything he believed. The Golden Knight didn’t have much time to dwell on his thoughts though as he watched the white wolfess accidentally rip her practice dummy. Instantly he began to snicker at the unfortunate circumstance and the New Dawn member’s grumpy demeanor.

“Oh relax little lady.” He scoffed, “Casa has plenty more where that came from and plenty better too. You’re welcome to come use them whenever you want given our alliance.” He had never been sure why his grandfather had entered into an alliance with the feral pack, the only logical reasoning was because of Veyra Damaichu and his brother’s mateship, as Luca was unaware of the deep relationship between the two alpha males.

“As far as I’m concerned New Dawn members should be training. If we ever go to battle together I would hope our allies to the north would be able to at least defend themselves.” The Prova’s tone was surprisingly serious, if there was one thing Luca did not joke about it was war. “I could tell on you to my brother, Callum ,though. Maybe he can teach you to fight, or how to not to break your only dummy.”

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Last edited by Luca Knight on Sun Nov 09, 2014 8:43 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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POSTED: Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:10 pm


((300+)) ooc. look at all that sass

Lyris knew she didn’t really fit in to New Dawn. Sure, she walked around on all fours more than any humanistic pack’s members would, but she didn’t exactly hold up the image of a good feral wolf. Her behavior was contradictory, in a way: she’d been born virus-free and been changed to Luperci without a choice, a change she originally resented. She hated being Luperci; Lyris wanted to be pure-blooded, just another thing to tie her to her old family. But she’d grown out of it quickly, and now she was as comfortable in her Optime form as the next guy over. Sometimes she resented herself for it, for falling so easily into the “humanistic ways”, but she realized she didn’t care enough. She’d grown to love riding horseback and shooting arrows, and so in the long run, her change was a blessing, not a curse. Since she spent so much time on two legs, a lot of the Dawners looked her over as an oddity. Why’d she join this place if she wasn’t dedicated to acting feral? That was another explanation over, longer and much more confusing to even herself.

When the Knight started to laugh at her unfortunate situation, she raised a brow. He was beginning to come off as an egotistical pretty boy (he was a pretty boy, she could see that much). Settling into her quietly superior demeanor, the Huntress planted her feet and crossed her arms over her chest, gaze glittering competitively. “I’m so honored to have met your standards.” Lyris replied to his comment on training for battle, with a sharp edge of sarcasm. His next words caused her to raise her brow higher, then, when he mentioned Callum. So this was the brother to the mate of X’yrin’s pup, grandson of Casa’s king. His seemingly high stance only fueled the fire of competition in her eyes, brightening them with interest and mischief. “Grandson of the king is all bark and no bite? You going to make Callum train me to be a proper fighter? You must be the pretty prince who sits around in his throne all day with his maidens fanning him and feeding him grapes.” She snapped, but her hostile expression shifted to a smirk, the scars beneath her eye twisting almost pleasantly with that whisper of a smile.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 09, 2014 9:01 pm

Much like Lyris, Luca did not seem to fit in well in Casa, though not because he wasn’t humanistic. The golden boy loved all things human. There was no better way to live in Luca’s mind then with warm clothes covering your sensitive bits, weapons to defend yourself and a nice hay filled mattress on a bed to come home to. Recently, however, the once perfect pup had fallen from grace into teenager, and now adult, that struggled to think about others.

All he wanted to do was flirt with girls, drink and relax. Although the land of knights was a nice place to live he simply didn’t understand why he was needed. After all, Jazper had loads of family in the pack and Alistair by his side to aid him. What could Luca do that the rest of his family was not already doing?

The axe user mirrored the feral wolfess as she crossed her arms, raising his own brows at her sarcasm. In his eyes she should feel grateful to meet the standards of a Casa member, he was sure that the females in his pack could easily out fight her and every other female in New Dawn, despite never meeting any other female of the pack outside of herself and Callum’s mate.

Then she spoke fighting words. Her accusing and teasing tone caused the boy’s muzzle to wrinkle up in frustration. “Oh please, I could beat Callum as a pup and I sure as hell am a better fighter than he is now.” It was all talk of course, while he had been away sleeping with girls in Freetown his white furred brother had worked his way up far higher in rank than Luca was and become a true knight of the Brotherhood, despite Luca being more driven as a pup. “If you wanna fight I’ll fight you.” He challenged, placing his axes on the ground under a near by tree and raising his fists.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 22, 2014 11:16 pm


((400+)) ooc.

All things considered, Lyris just simply didn’t care what others thought of her. She knew when a new face came to greet her they would cringe at her scars or judge her marred shape or determine her odd and dim for joining a pack that, in their opinion, was not right for her. The younger Lyris may have been defiant and challenging to any that looked down upon her, but that young girl was gone. The Stryder’s logic was the more somebody distanced themselves from her, the least likely they were to hurt her or her heart. So she didn’t bother to make friends or call one who had fled from her back to her side just to prove that her essence was not embodied in her looks.

Lyris’s mind slowly rolled from examining Luca to appraising his words. When the boy copied her stance, the Hunter bit back a growl of annoyance and simply shifted her feet so that her upper body was resting against a nearby tree trunk. She locked onto his eyes, then, a small note of defiance to his elevated rank. He may be in high regard elsewhere, but in New Dawn, he was a guest and no more. Besides, Lyris had never liked those that staked themselves higher than others. She had yet to judge the boy’s true nature, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make assumptions.

As Luca rejected her words, Lyris cocked her head, dark eyes wide with sarcastic interest. The guise was lost, though, when he dropped his axes and raised his fists. She paused, vaguely surprised he had accepted her challenge, since she really had taken him for an unskilled prince. Yet the hesitation was brief, for her face lit up with another smirk, and she pulled her shoulders away from the tree, sure in her idea he was just trying to defend his pride. “Alright, prince, we’ll see if you can swing a punch. And don’t be afraid to do just that; I’m not as fragile as I seem.” Her smirk still flickering over her features, Lyris slipped the dagger from the leather band around her arm and stabbed it into the tree she had just been leaning on, leaving it buried hilt-deep in the bark to show she had no more weapons. And then she took her place across from Luca, feet planted, her figure humming with energy and anticipation as she waited for him to move.

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POSTED: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:32 pm

It was very rare that Luca practiced sparring without his axes, but it would simply not be honourable to fight a member of and allied pack with a weapon, particularly an ally that was of the lady persuasion. In his fighting stance he felt awkward and light, being use to having the heavy weaponry weighing down his reaction time. Given this was a feral wolfess he would probably be thankful for the faster movement though.

The young Knight cocked a smile at the white Dawner’s momentary shocked reaction. “What? You think a Cavalier would ever back down from a fight?” It wasn’t in the packs nature, let alone his, to back down from a challenge ever. Heck, in life and death situations it was always the Cavaliers who jumped n head first regardless of how stupid of an idea it was. A fact that he might shake his head at if he took the time to think about it.

Luca watched, and was slightly impressed, as Lyris matched his cocky movements and jabbed her knife into a near by tree – silently he thanked that he was not the tree. He waited a moment for her to adjust into a fighting stance before beginning to make a rocking movement with his body, similar to how a boxer may move. Quickly growing impatient he resorted to a classic move, as quickly at the male could he charged forward hoping to strike trip her with a swift foot while distracting her with his bunched up fists. The Knight was not above playing dirty quite yet.

OOC: Fade to black sometime in your next post? Feel free to assume the end of the fight in either direction (or just both being dead on the ground XD).200+ words


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POSTED: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:54 pm


((500+)) ooc. Enjoy major pp. Let me know if you would like anything fixed!

The Cavalier looked determined, which made her appraise him again in an ever-changing guessing game. Her eyes traveled his form, and overall, she deemed it amateur. To her style, at least. What she may not have known was that the grand-prince had grown up in a place on two legs and perhaps knew more to fighting than she expected. Most of her past duels had been won on luck or the fact that her opponent had never swung a punch. In the upcoming battle of prides, her downfall may be her lack of understanding and over-confidence.

With the boy’s last jest, Lyris just snorted, smirk still playing on her face. “Of course not.” She piped, before falling back into silent circling. It was Luca, in the end, who became impatient and attacked first. She recognized the feint instantly; his body shifted with his footwork when she was meant to be distracted by his hands. Twisting, she dodged the strike gracefully and returned back to her previous stance, still bruise-free. Her confidence inflated at the early victory, and she flashed a grin again, this time half-triumphant and half-gloating, before moving forward in her own evasive strike, aiming to bring him down early in the game. She was taken by surprise, though, when her hit did not have the effect she hoped, and as she only barely dodged another attack, she was forced to re-evaluate her opponent. Yet by then, it may have already been too late.

* * *

Lyris’s flaws in her technique were almost painfully obvious at the close of their spar. She had been too cocky in the beginning and lost ground and potential strikes. She was not wrong in her assumption she was faster and lighter on her feet than he; but what she just could not seem to overcome was her lack of muscle and his overabundance of it. Luca took her hits with little more than a wince, due to his thick form and her light jabs. When he landed a hit, it was rare, but infinitely more effective; she soon had bruises along her ribs and forearms where she had blocked a blow she had been too clumsy to avoid. The final attribute to her loss, then, was that she was an amateur who had learned her skill only from experience and clumsy opponents. Luca, however slow or inexperienced he may be, had indulged in actual training, and was able to expect her hits and create counter-attacks she could not fathom. It was this, then, that allowed him to land a sweep under her knees and send her with a dull thud to the ground. Lyris moved to twist back onto her feet, but the long fight had exhausted her, and she was pinned before she could do much.

They were both tired and very evenly matched, it was apparent in the end; Luca’s final strike may have been one of simple luck more than skill. Still, it did not change the end result, and it confounded Lyris that he had managed to beat her. Chest rising and falling with breath, she allowed a growl to rumble in her throat before dying down to grudging acceptance. “A fluke.” She argued, before jerking her chest to motion she wanted release. “You going to help me up?” She asked, then, and lifted a hand in questioning, a seeming final question in her eyes. Would he flaunt it and allow her to stand on her own, or allow the simple courtesy of assistance?

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POSTED: Tue Dec 09, 2014 12:53 am

Crap. His trick hadn’t worked; instead his body stumbled forward awkwardly as he tried to find his footing once more. Stupid wolfess. Stupid smirk. He could feel his frustration start to bubble up already but he forced himself to stay cool. If he lost his temper now there was no way he would even wear her out before he was passed out on the ground. No, he’d be cool and keep his wits about him. Lyris’ first punched landed square in his chest, but her rapid hit and move technique hardly made him flinch, especially when compared to the hits he had taken from Alistair and the other Cavaliers, giving him the opportunity to throw another punch and hope for the best.

* * *

Victory! His mind screamed with excitement but his body was exhausted. He hardly looked like a proud victor in his current state, which was flopped forward with his hands on his knees huffing and puffing. The fight had been a slow and steady downhill for them both – one attacking fast and light and the other throwing slower but stronger hits. Of course he would never hit a girl in the face, unless she was asking for it. Although Lyris’ hits had not hurt too much he was sure that come tomorrow he would regret ever crossing this female.

An annoyed voice from beside him caused his dark tipped ears to twitch. “No.” He huffed in a childish manner, his body giving was as he joined her on the earthy ground. “You help me up.” He grumbled sarcastically. Maybe they were both better off on the ground. Patting the grass with a lazy hand he gave the first, and probably last, compliment of the day “Damn. You can hold your own. You should be a Cavalier. Such a waste.”

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