Millions of years, where it all began
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I have TaeKyung in optime for now; I'm having her go after Jaden, if that's cool? PM me if you want anything changed with the way TaeKyung made her move. OuO

If anyone wants to give TK wounds, she can receive a cut on one of her thighs, if you want, and also some bruises and maybe a hairline fracture from Jaden's braces if he happens to have them in the way of her kicks. OuO PM me if you have any ideas. And for those of you unfamiliar with TK, she is all Taekwondo and crazy tooth-and-claw.
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The day seemed as any other. TaeKyung had risen early, as she always did, to practice her art of war. It was important for the enslaved one to begin early. Once her earthen master had risen, tasks of the pack may be required of her, and the fighter could not afford any lack of training. Without the many opponents she had encountered as a free wolf, self-training was all she had. But there were demons within her mind and soul, and she fought with them every day. Nightly they tormented her, sent by Him. He never left. The shade's presence was unrelenting, and the ultimate darkness threatened nightly to consume her. Daily she awoke, her soul growing frayed and wild, and when it healed only His darkness was there to bind the seams. And this day was no different. Alerted, hackles raised, the Korean Jindo-wolf had gone to practice.


Lunar orbs had watched from a distance as Salvia left to tend to the stables. The horses there seemed to be one of the pack's jewels, and Salvia had her own creature there. As with the lynx, TaeKyung disliked the animals. They were prey animals. She should have been able to kill them. But without even permission to hunt, she could do nothing. And with Salvia, her master, favoring the prey-beasts, TaeKyung did not touch them.


Silently, the young woman, having recently turned her first year, trailed behind Salvia. But she did not follow her master into the barn. Salvia, should she require the slave's help, would call to her. Only then would TaeKyung answer, and until then she would remain at a respectful distance.


But she paused. The morning air grew tense-- she could feel it. Fear emanated from the prey-animals. The birds grew chirped nervously. The silent fighter knew that something was amiss. Fluidly, like a tendril of shadow itself, she melted into the trees. The sinew of her body shivered with anticipation, and the belligerent nature of her mind grew frenzied. Her heart beat quickened as she rolled her fingers into a rock-hard fist. Kneeling, she watched, lunar orbs scanning the lands. Lithic, she was practically invisible. Obsidian, horn-like auricles pressed forward. A sound. Her ears flickered.


Salvia emerged from the barn with a roar, bearing the large powerful half-shape. The enslaved one watched, unmoving. There was not yet an opportunity for her to aid Salvia. The lunar orbs continued to drink in the scenery-- how beautiful it had become. Those white eyes grew brighter with life, with more life than had been there since her enslavement. Her short, dense hackles bristled. Strong, hungering jaws parted as those black lips grinned with mirthless, sanguine delight. And there-- in the distance-- she saw the movement. It was a tall shape. It was a target custom made for herself. And the Taekwondo martial artist moved then, the sinew of her body carrying her fluidly and silently-- swiftly-- to her prey.


Suddenly the shape in the distance grew faint. The slave changed her course, assessing the situation. Upon realizing that her opponent was attempting to gain height, TaeKyung followed suit. With power and precision, she sprung up, powerful hands grasping the stable boughs of the trees. Her body moving in an unimaginably stealthy and graceful manner, she moved through the treetops, choosing a path that may have taken a few extra moments, but which brought her behind the archer. The warrior prepared herself, powerful sinew quivering beneath her tenebrous pelt. She jumped, her body forming the flying side-kick perfectly. The heel of her foot was aimed at his back to powerfully knock her opponent into the earth. If well placed, the wind would be knocked from the archer, and she would be able to usurp his perch within the tree.

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