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Halo Lykoi · 01-01-2011, 05:58 PM

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Private Kesho! sswm 731

There were few individuals she bothered surrounding herself with, but she was fairly content with a handful of her fellow clan members. There were some utterly useless individuals here, but not all were unworthy of her friendship. Whether or not they desired hers was a completely different issue, one that she cared little about. As long as she got something out of their sparring sessions and got to some of her duties as head warrior of the clan, she was more than content. The woman smiled at her own reflection in the whole figure mirror on the door of the closet. Fingers brushed through the soft auburn locks framing her exotic face, lit by stunning scarlet orbs. She had lost much of that youthful arrogance that included her exceptional looks, but had gained much more pride on other areas of expertise. She knew she was beautiful, knew that she was a skilled fighter that most should feel honoured practising with.

There was only one current, screaming flaw in her life at the moment, but it was hard to deal with. Ruby had wept salt water when it had been revealed that her own son had turned on his family and been thrown out of the clan, but she knew where her loyalty lay. Itachi had not been a wanted child in her life, and in a hideous, egocentric way, she was relieved that she would not have to deal much more with the unwanted child. Still, she was not completely without a soul, and had wept her streams of bitter tears. Now was time to think about other things, and her deep maroon orbs were dry and stern. Fingers smoothed out wrinkles in the soft fabric portraying the eastern dragon twisting through the crimson sky and she thought she was ready. Her lovely form turned as she peered to both of the swords resting on her desk. One of her faithful rats sat there, watching her, and she beamed at it, walking over to let a finger lightly stroke its little head. Rats were such beautiful creatures; so loyal and useful if one just reminded them of whom was their superior.

She pondered whether or not she should bring the swords out to play today, but decided against it. They were two of her most valuable possessions, and she loved them like she loved family. They were a part of her. Their price had been terribly high, but the unpleasant memory did not hurt as much as it once had. Samael was once again gone from these lands, and it seemed from the last time they met that things could be bearable. She had finally been able to put the matter to rest, and though she would always be haunted by cruel hands travelling down along her body, she did not feel quite as broken anymore. The woman picked up the fat rodent and let it settle on her shoulder in a rare outburst of kindness. Well, to be honest she was not a cruel master to her small minions. The Lykoi woman could probably treat her fellow canines much better, but there just was not enough patience within her to stand idly by and watch retarded habits fold out before her. Snorting in disgust at a more recent memory of her younger half-sister, she turned to walk out through her bedroom door.

Ruby orbs gazed longingly down the hallway towards Silas’ door, but perhaps she would have the time to seek him out later if the day developed without boring casualties. Kesho was one she adored in many ways, and his presence always brought contentment with it. She lunged down the stairs and exited the cold mansion, walking into the back yard of the looming human building. The sticks remained where she had left them the day before and she carefully lowered the rodent down on the cold ground, muttering gentle words of limited affection as she did so. She was alone for now, and she began warming up straight away, flexing limbs that still seemed to possess residue of sleep, but she knew it would not last. She always rose right before the sun and spent a few dedicated hours outside polishing her skills. Her rodent friend watched, and every once in a while she glanced at it as it sat at the back porch, obedient as any pet.

Kesho Maisha · 01-02-2011, 03:49 PM

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Yaaay~ SSWM: 456

He had never been to the Mansion before; only heard of it. He knew that several Lykois lived there; enough to pique his interest and let him investigate. Although he was not a blood relative, he felt connected to the family, if only through Kaena. The bloodline was strong, for the most part, and it controlled a large majority of Inferni's ranks. A powerful family, that was certain. Kesho enjoyed keeping tabs on them, if only for the old veteran to contentedly observe.

Halo had proven to be a particularly intriguing Lykoi. She was young, but seemed to possess great strength and power. Had Kesho been several years younger, he might have taken romantic interest in her. Now, though, he knew that no one would think of him in that way; he was just an old man, with old stories, that only a few people cared to hear about. At least now you believe me, taunted a dark voice in his mind. He pushed it away as usual, and continued on four legs towards his destination.

D'Neville Mansion was coming into his view, the early morning sunlight bringing those distant things into view, and his red eyes widened as he approached. He had explored human buildings, of course, but this one was in such pristine condition in comparison. It's brick red walls and white trim made it seem important, and perhaps it once was. He traced the perimeter of the place on foot, unsure whether to enter or not. This was the promised location for his meeting with Halo, but the exact spot was unclear. No matter, though; he would just wander until he found her.

The older man rounded the back corner of the large establishment and the graceful silhouette of the girl could be seen. Her back was to him, and she was practicing on two legs, her form smooth and deadly. Kesho hoped his old bones would allow for him to learn her methods; his fighting in Optime was lacking. Sure, that alter ego knew how to fight, knew how to turn beastly and command every inch of Kesho's body in that form and use it ruthlessly. But he did not.

"You make me feel old, Halo." he announced with a grin.

It was true, he did still get up in the morning and practice himself, training his body to do his bidding more readily. His muscles had hardened substantially since his return, but his bones disobeyed. His endurance just wasn't the same, and he could no longer train for hours on end.

"I hope I can still learn some of those moves..." he added as his red eyes watched her, intrigued. She was undoubtedly a deadly force.

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Halo Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 09:38 AM

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<3 sswm 518

It did not take long for warmth to bloom, and the temperature that had threatened to put a chill in her core was now not frosty enough for her liking. She had started with the usual staccato moves to put pressure on selected muscle groups, but as minutes faithfully ticked by, her movement grew smoother and transformed into parts similar to yoga and stretching of her lovely formed limbs. To gain muscles was one thing, but she would not risk flexibility and agility for brute strength. The slight whisper of approach was not noted immediately. Halo had a habit of focusing on the rhythm of heart and breath at the later stages of her hours of lonesome exercise. It was cut slightly shorter today though, for the man had appeared around the corner, and she did not notice it until he was well on his way drawing closer to her solitary spot. Had it been anyone else, they would have been met by fiery orbs burning with annoyance at being disturbed, but Kesho had been invited and was most welcome.

His words were received with a smile, and eyelashes fluttered for a moment as she looked away from his approaching figure, though she shook her head in quiet disagreement. Age could indeed tear down a body’s abilities, but she assumed it was modesty speaking here. True, he was much older than she, but so was Kaena, and that Lykoi remained a fearsome beast worth to be feared by her enemies. Unconsciously, nimble fingers brushed away dark locks gone astray. Gaze of deep wine turned to the rodent on the porch, and it retrieved the last of her glittering smile before she waved at it dismissively. Its presence was not required, though she often enjoyed their simple company just for the sake of it. Rats, or at least hers, were misunderstood creatures, and she adored her darlings deeply, though only to a certain point. They were expendable, and that bloody cat of Eris’ had taken more than one of her pets, she knew.

”Of course you can,” she said frivolously, turning her gentle attention back to the experienced Hastati. ”This is a trade, mind you,” She then said, jumping straight to the point. The Inferni princess did not give away sessions for free and the older male would have to pay for it. ”I do my best to teach you battle through the optime form, but in return I expect you to offer me the same courtesy in our quadruped forms.” Her expectations and demands lay there before him now, and she expected nothing but acceptance from him. It was a shame that Hybrid Holocaust no longer was a hydra, but he was still willing to offer her sporadic sessions of training. Kesho possessed much experience in the field as well, and she was going to use that to improve her own skills.

Arms folded across her front, nearly obscuring the crimson branded chaos star portrayed on her chest. Today would be interesting, for she had not been in a teaching position before; at least not like this.

Kesho Maisha · 01-11-2011, 09:39 PM

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Sorry for the wait! <3 SSWM: 508

”Of course you can,” Halo replied gently.

Kesho replied with a simple bow of his head, and a smile, leaving the few words he might have said behind. The older man anticipated warmth and encouragement in response to his mention of age; it was nearly all he got. He didn't expect less, or really agreement, although he knew that it was obvious in his behavior, on occasion, that he was certainly aging. He tried his best not to let it bother him, enduring the pains in his joints without much complaint. It wasn't so bad during the other seasons, but winter was particularly harsh to him. The man had noticed, though, that his body seemed more comfortable in Optime, for some reason, and so he had taken to using this form more often than before. Today, however, required his presence in Lupus form; this one was truly his favorite, despite the occasional, annoying ache.

”This is a trade, mind you,” the Triiari said, now talking business. ”I do my best to teach you battle through the optime form, but in return I expect you to offer me the same courtesy in our quadruped forms.” she explained.

Another solemn, strong nod. Of course a trade was to be expected; in fact, it had been agreed upon already. He needed to learn to better use his Optime form. If he didn't, he was facing a severe disadvantage, that could definitely get him killed in the wrong situation. Always looking out for himself, he would not let that happen. Crimson eyes met hers of the same color. It seemed they were common, here.

"Then, let us trade." he said with a smirk; he was ready, eager even, to learn. Kesho couldn't remember the last time he'd been formally taught anything. This would be exciting.

He hoped her teachings were adequate, but did not doubt her abilities at all. Halo was a skilled fighter; she must have been, having Kaena and Gabriel trust her so much to promote her to such a high warrior's rank. Kesho was proud for the woman; despite hardly knowing her, he had seen enough to decide she was worthy, and as such wanted nothing less than the best for his clanmates. Though secretly, he did covet that title. Of course, he was not worthy of it yet, but he was certainly shooting for the stars. The ability to lead and direct other clan mates against those who opposed them was very appealing to him. Still, he did not think he would be able to challenge her for the rank. He was quite sure she would win, considering her youth, fairly experienced history, and excellent bloodline. These thoughts were not important now, though. Now was a time to enjoy her company and instruction.

"So, who should begin, then?" the graying Hastati asked, seating himself, although not necessarily casually.

Kesho's dark red eyes trailed briefly over Halo's body once again; he couldn't help it. She did flaunt it, after all. And why wouldn't she? The man grinned at the girl; it wasn't a creepy or impolite grin, but simply an appreciative one. He... appreciated her beauty and her strength. Pervert. a voice hissed, but went ignored.

Halo Lykoi · 02-12-2011, 12:43 PM

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300+ fail fail fail ;_;

Luscious lips curled upwards as the male smirked, ready to rumble, as some would put it. Her body was ready; warm and flexible from her warm up as she had waited for him to appear. Fingers curled in her palms; flexed and loosened slowly in quiet preparation for what was soon to come. However, she refused to turn a blind eye to this male, and she was not content with what she had just yet. Also, at his age, she hoped he too had warmed up worn, tired muscles for sudden movement and stress. The warrior princess knew not how much the male already knew about this form and what he could do. Smile turned into a darker smirk, for she had to know exactly how much she would have to hold back on him. Fighting with teeth and claws in canine forms was one thing, but optime allowed a different level of combat to bloom. She was dangerous while on two legs.

The man found a seat, and her smirk turned into a smile again, for why should he choose to sit? It was a bad position to be in when an opponent came darting towards one, though they had not started yet, for he asked who should begin. It was simple to come up with the answer for that one. ”I will. Martial arts,” the slender woman cooed, placing a cream pained hand on her hip, allowing a set of fingers to brush against the soft silky texture of cloth. Undoing the knot that fastened the half-skirt to her form, she carefully rolled it up and placed it on the porch. She wouldn’t want to risk dirtying the beautiful dragon against the crimson sky. ”I need to know how much you know already,” she then said, voice finding a more business like tone to fit the situation. Halo could vary between soft and hard, but this was, after all, serious matters.

Turning to face him again, she crossed her arms across her curved chest, allowing the deep crimson chaos star to gleam above her crossed limbs. The Lykoi woman was not oblivious of the path of the man’s eyes, but it was quietly appreciated. It was not a bad thing to be ensured that she was a beautiful specimen. Face remained soft, seeking to charm her way through the man’s defences with her lovely appearance alone.

Kesho Maisha · 03-08-2011, 01:36 AM

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I'm sorry this is so short. ; ; <333

”I will. Martial arts,” spoke the fiery Lykoi woman, releasing the knot of her skirt and tossing the fabric aside. ”I need to know how much you know already,” she added, more tone more formal now.

With a vague nod and a brief sigh, the old man eased onto four feet. "It's not much,", he admitted, a bit grimly. "I haven't... been inclined to practice until recently. I didn't like the form at first." His reply was honest, although vague, and he glanced away, a bit embarrassed. Clearing his throat, the man stepped back, posturing to shift and hoping the process would be short.

Whether it was for his wishful thinking or the slow pumping of excited adrenaline, he didn't know, but his limbs elongated and fur thickened at a pleasant enough rate. He always hated having to shift in front of someone else. It felt so awkward, so foreign still.

The transformation ended, and he was taller, more muscular, fuller, and two-legged. His coyote frame was shorter than most of Inferni, being of pure blood as he was. Stretching his limbs, the man moved forward, standing only feet away from the attractively curved, copper Lykoi woman. His long-fingered hands were placed onto the hips of his lithe but toned torso, taking on a firm, not unmanly posture, red eyes looking expectantly to her own for a moment. Then, thinking that they might as well just jump into it, his posture changed, legs spreading for balance and arms extended at half length, raised to near chest-height.

"Okay." the man said roughly, feeling as though he was already wrong.

Halo Lykoi · 03-17-2011, 08:59 AM

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300+ If you continue to apologize about silly things I will go get my axe >:| <3

The woman cared little for the reasons he pulled forth. There was a reason why there were here; because they both had things they needed to learn. It did not matter why. Halo definitely favoured the two-legged optime form, but she knew that it could easily turn into a weakness that could help her fall. There were no wars these days, but hostility could be found by the borders at the right time and place. She considered herself pretty invincible against a four legged canine as long as she was in her optime, but she knew that she could not predict the future. Better get a good grasp on everything if she had the chance. The woman had few hobbies that did not belong to her rank in some way, and therefore there was enough time to improve every day. If there was a better canine with sword than she around, she’d be surprised. But that could only be arrogance.

Whether the man before her was feeling out of place or not was none of her concern. Perhaps she could have turned her back away and let him change forms without a spectator present, but she was not sympathetic enough to offer him such a favour for free. She could relate to it, and would probably not appreciate having to shift before Kesho either, but it was not bad enough to harm her in any way. Everyone had the ability to shift these days, so why would it matter. Halo had the ability to be kind, but it was uncommon for her to reveal that side of herself unless it was together with someone she was close to. It was a shame, really, for she could wonder whether or not she was leading Silas behind the light. Then again, she did not pretend in front of him, so she couldn’t see herself as a liar either.

Her posture changed with his, though in her case she merely obeyed physical memory. She had trained hard for years, and knew the importance of balance and instructing her muscles properly. Clawed fingers curled; for once not going to be used to inflict additional harm when she was to hit her target. A solid fist could get far, but ripping claws could make blood flow with ease if they were well placed. Her pose was similar to Kesho’s, but she stood with solid confidence. Something resembling a smile settled on her lips, and her tone was almost mischievous as she spoke with her sweetened voice. ”Come and get me then,” Proper training would come later, but it was necessary to see exactly where he was on the scale. Fun now, work later.

Kesho Maisha · 04-09-2011, 08:33 PM

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Tell me if this is too much pp or anything? Idk what I'm doing, derrrrp! xD My muse for Kesho is so low lately...; ; <3

Crimson eyes watched as her posture changed, as well. They were nearly mirror images, each ready to strike, only she brought out her claws. He glanced down to his own, which were blunt; he hadn't considered this, and had only taken to keeping his teeth in deadly shape. Perhaps now, he would have something more to keep in check. Though his claws were rather useless for inflicting damage, he followed suit and relaxed his hands slightly; after all, if he could grab her, that would be helpful, right?

"Come and get me then," she said, and Kesho gave a grunt of amusement, a sly smirk on his face.

He knew she would be able to beat him in this form, but still, he would try. His style, or lack thereof, was flawed, and he knew little about martial arts or two-legged fighting, and it was obvious.

With a quick motion, he stepped to the side, moving to strike at her ribs or her stomach with a now-closed fist. He expected she would block it, and stepped back, keeping his arms at his neck and chest to block her. Moving forward again, the Hydra struck out clumsily towards her again, feet straddled at shoulder-width, his right foot in front. As he struck, one leg moved forward in an attempt to trip the girl, or at least knock her off balance. A glance to her feet, though, told him that she had quite sure footing. Regardless, if he could disturb her balance, he might be able to get in a hit.

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Halo Lykoi · 04-15-2011, 08:28 AM

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500+ Fighting threads are hard :| Let me know if I misunderstood something/responded poorly. Basically, she blocked both punches and while his kick did hit her, it did not throw her off balance! Big Grin

She feared he would be too self-conscious to give her a proper show, but if so, it couldn’t be helped. It would be hiss problem, not hers. She matched the sly smirk on the man’s face and waited, flexing her fingers unconsciously as she waited for his lead. What mattered was that he tried. The reason why they were here was because they both had areas they needed to improve in, and therefore his lack of skill and elegance in optime would not be ridiculed by the female warrior. His general stance was far from horrible. She was reluctant to judge him harshly for he was an elder in a most positive way. He had been a feared warrior before she had been born and had been here since the creation of Inferni. That fact alone gave him deep respect from the younger female that loved to look down on her fellow clan members.

Her front swivelled along with him as he swiftly stepped to the side and moved to strike. Her answer to that move was instant; a mechanic reflex that she only had to be aware of as her arm swiftly moved to block the incoming blow. Some canines did what they could to avoid blows altogether, but that tactic would only get them so far. It was much more important to know how to handle the blow and eventually turn it around, either using his own strength and moves against him or block the attack and seek immediate retaliation. But that was not what she was after. She took a synchronized step back as he did the same, awaiting his next move instead of going after him. His arms were raised in a protective matter similar to how hers. Good, another sign that he had the basic idea already. Of course he would; he was not some novice sissy taking on a battle for the first time. It was only the form he was unaccustomed to.

His footwork was good, and she blocked the next incoming blow in a similar move as the first. His continued movement revealed that there was more, and she quickly repositioned her weight to minimize the chance that he would get in a kick that could jeopardize her balance. Her forearm shot down in an attempt to block the majority of the power of the blow, but perhaps she had made the mistake to underestimate him anyway, for she did not seem quite fast enough to block the incoming kick completely. She leant back on the other foot only for a split moment before she moved toward him in response, allowing her weight to return to the leg that had received the man’s kick and taking that one step forward with a clenched fist flying toward his stomach.. It was a swift response that wanted to take advantage of the risk he had taken by kicking out for her, and she wanted to use the significant moment that existed before he regained his secure footing. It didn’t matter much if he was able block it or not, for her main intention was to disturb his balance as he had tried to do to her.

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