devil's in the details

Vesper · 12-04-2011, 01:24 PM

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“Stifle your fear,” was what X’yrin commanded, teeth flashing, and Vesper narrowed her eyes with resolution by the time she’d slipped out of the other’s grip. Once she might have dared to call herself fearless, but the fighters had been different on the other side of the mountains, in the mainland of Canada. She had been young and stupid; fear had crept slowly up on her during her time in Nova Scotia, aging her and conditioning her to be cautious. She knew she couldn’t let it overtake her and she especially couldn’t let her opponent see that they’d made an impact.

The wolf moved again, umber arm jutting out at a shoulder, and Vesper quickly ducked to the side with yet another arm raised as defense in case the motion still followed through. She had to be prepared to shift, however, in case X’yrin decided to grasp or claw her narrow wrists as another subject since she’d raised them to vulnerability.

X'yrin Exultare · 12-04-2011, 01:46 PM

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Her defense was there, but easy to predict. However it was something that would be dealt with in time and X’yrin was in no rush to acknowledge her hastily conducted mistake. As the lighter arm rose to protect its adjoining shoulder, rather than take it the Nomad retracted her arm quickly and used her other opposing limb to make a grab for the vulnerable neck instead.

Her opponent needed to be pushed but not to the point of taking her out of the lesson by a hindering wound. Still X’yrin’s intentions remained to give the girl a scrape, perhaps a scratch provided it didn’t terribly mar her. Through her actions, her steps continued to move forward, step after well placed step in silent reminder that combat was not a standing still engagement. As well as keeping herself from severe wounds, she would have to learn to move as well.

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Vesper · 12-04-2011, 01:55 PM

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Vesper was not used to being kept on the defensive. She had been defeated before, curled in a ball and using brandished teeth to keep her torturers at bay, or she would use space and quick techniques to escape. However, there was no running from lessons, and she knew that she would find herself backed up against a wall—metaphorical or physical—in the future. As much as this lesson surprisingly strained her mind and newly shifted body, she needed this. Whatever deities might exist, gods or Lady Fortuna herself, had seen her need and fulfilled it in the shape of the Nomad.

X’yrin withdrew her darkly gloved arm then thrust out the other, in a motion that the hybrid noticed with a kind of rushed, desperate swiftness; the sparring was definitely testing her by putting her in the middle of danger. She saw the claws coming toward her neck then jerked her body once more, this time half-lunging to lightly bite the hand that had reached for her. Just as suddenly she would draw back, paws splayed on the rocky terrain; it was all she could do not to look down in this awkward body, trying to remember the ways her lupus form moved when confronted with uneven turf.

X'yrin Exultare · 12-04-2011, 02:12 PM

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Finally, it had come to retaliation. Rather than continue to let herself be kept at the awkward defensive stance, she took the initiative to make her own defense in a show of fangs. The bite to her hand was sudden and for a moment froze the steps of the Nomad as her contender leapt away from her to regain her ground.

Not soon after the shock had worn off, a beaming grin parted the lips of the golden Nomad. A soft chuckle rattling her otherwise still vocals. “Much better,” she praised, but again the luxury of a pause was to be had once their lesson had reached its end. Her legs may not have been adept for speed, but balance was certainly something they were capable of. She advanced again in swift, great bounds, shifting from one leg to another via the balls of her feet. Then with her arm raised, feeling the distance was closed enough to execute, she swung down hard for the bared shoulder.

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Vesper · 12-04-2011, 02:26 PM

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X’yrin praised her, but neither teacher nor student paused for longer than it took for those words to be spoken. The Nomad moved swiftly toward her, and Vesper found her balance compromised as she tried to maintain the distance between them. However, her caution compared to the confidence with which the wolf moved meant that X’y was able to get in close enough for another slash, this one again aimed at her shoulder.

Vesper moved predictably once again, though this time her dodge was clumsier, and she found herself stumbling. Knowing very well how vulnerable she was in that moment, she transitioned quickly into a crouch and lunged for X’yrin, aiming to knock her shoulder into the other’s legs. She wondered if X’yrin would simply fall upon her as Ezekiel did, or if she would be able to keep moving quickly enough to get out of harm’s way.

X'yrin Exultare · 12-04-2011, 05:02 PM

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ooc: DOG-PILE! er...wolf-pile?

If ever her height had become a hindrance, it was now. When pitted against a smaller opponent her body was more susceptible to attack and her form had to work twice as hard to avoid damage. This time was no different, and though her form was able, against her crouched opponent, she was at a disadvantage.

As the shoulder connected soundly with her legs, the woman’s weight was suddenly shifted as they were taken out from under her. She threw her weight forward, channeling the force of her collapse into a downward strike into her companion’s back. It was graceless above all else, but a parry none the less in the hopes of downing her contender and bring a swift pause to this awkward dance of thoughtless limbs.

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Vesper · 12-04-2011, 05:08 PM

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The proverb about size and falling was true, and Vesper could release no more than a squeak as the larger woman’s weight collapsed on her. However, it was no different than her Aquila—except that there was a lack of a certain vulnerable point she could strike. Her confidence in this position showed, however, and while squirming in hopes of freeing herself, the coywolf clawed upward in an attempt to strike the vulnerable underside of her mentor. Her blows were careful, of course, and would do no more than perhaps claw out fur, but it was one way that she could keep her opponent from striking while she was preoccupied with avoiding pain.

X'yrin Exultare · 12-04-2011, 05:25 PM

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ooc: I would assume Ves is clawing her much harder than X'y is feeling... but yes. hehe

She should have perhaps been more concerned with how vulnerable of a position she was in after nearly squishing her pupil, but it was difficult when the circumstances were so humorous as they were. In essence, she had unknowingly fulfilled her set goal, but at the price of looking foolish while doing so. However, it was hard to even scowl at that once the female beneath her started clawing at her vulnerable underside.

The Nomd’s tail wagged in frenzy as she tried in vain to suppress the boisterous tones of laughter from surfacing. She of course failed at this. At least Vesper was still doing her set task of defending herself, albeit tickling the would-be Shepard in the process. Useless for the moment, now giggling like a fool, the Nomad rolled off her pupil grabbing her belly in an attempt to cure her own plaguing laughs.

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Vesper · 12-04-2011, 06:11 PM

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Fighting is serious business. :|

If this were a smaller foe or a real fight, Vesper might have done real damage clawing the other’s vulnerable belly. Struggling underneath the other’s larger frame, she blinked in bewilderment and disbelief when she thought she could hear laughter from her mentor. Twisting her slender body once more in an attempt to get free, she heard the giggles more clearly, and X’yrin rolled off her laughing. For one so intent to keep the mind focused and strong, she had abandoned the battle very quickly, and the coywolf growled at her—fur ruffled and ridiculous.

The Tirones did not stop there, however. With a vengeful cry, she leaped at the other woman in a tackle with digits wiggling again to tickle wherever she was vulnerable.

X'yrin Exultare · 12-04-2011, 06:22 PM

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ooc: I see things -nod-

She was losing this war against laughter terribly. And her fate was sealed once Vesper took advantage of her defenseless condition. Dexterous digits went flying over her form of which the female was unable to stop as she continued to poorly try and keep the fingers away. She swatted at them in futile attempts to keep them away, rolling from one side to the other with tail flailing madly. She could barely catch her breath enough to beg her student to stop but somehow managed in the midst of gasped starved for air.

“Please,” she giggled madly. “Please stop!” Foregoing protection of her stomach, X’yrin reached out to grab the off limbs. “This is fighting dirty!”

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Vesper · 12-04-2011, 09:55 PM

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Vesper laughed even as she tickled her friend, amused by how quickly their careful sparring had devolved into this mess. Her paws were swatted countless times but kept coming back, dancing along her stomach and tapping her ribs under her luxurious coat. A broad and teasing smirk tugged crookedly at her lips as she looked down at X’yrin, who breathlessly begged for a reprieve, one that was granted only when her dark fingers grasped the smaller woman’s wrists.

“Fighting dirty, hm?” the coywolf echoed tauntingly, leaning in slightly with cockiness written across her narrow face. “Sometimes you have to resort to dishonorable tricks when your life is in danger, Nomad.” She chuckled softly then fell silent, her blue eyes flicking down across the woman’s toned body before, with a clearing of her throat, she backed off and rose again. Professionally, she extended a hand to help X’yrin get back to her feet.

X'yrin Exultare · 12-04-2011, 11:49 PM

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If only the Nomad believed such things to be true she might have fared better during conflicts of the past. But she was too honorable to be deceitful even if it was to preserve her own life. The teachings of the Exultare Nomad ran deep and were not so easily discarded simply for a better chance at living. She did not scold her companion for her way of thinking, rather she smiled as she always did while finally releasing her captured wrists. Graciously she took the female’s extended hand and pulled herself to stand.

She had become rather dirty in their little tussle but not to the point of matting or appearing in disarray. If anything was unkempt about her, it was the wild mane cascading every which way down her back and the lengthy banged yet again concealing her eyes. Stifling a growl the woman combed the bangs back again to meld them within the heavily tangled locks. But it was to no avail for even they were rebellious and let the shortened tresses fall loose around her face. She really needed to do something about this.

Her distracted mind was drawn away from her appearance to a rather irritated sound seemingly emerging from nowhere. The pangs of hunger sounded for attention, obviously having been worked up by an appetite. X’yrin looked down at her stomach then pointed a dark claw to her companion. “Is that you?” she inquired innocently, an almost lost expression on her face. Again the gurgle of hunger sounded, this time accompanied by a gnawing pain in her belly. The pointed claw was then turned at herself with ears fallen in embarrassment. “It appears to be me then,” she confessed bashfully. “I hadn’t realized I was hungry… Perhaps this as good of a time as any to have a break then, yes? Unless you’d rather fight my stomach instead.”

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Vesper · 12-05-2011, 12:18 AM

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X’yrin pulled herself upright then proceeded to fight her mane, which had fallen in auburn locks around her face. It was a struggle that Vesper smirked at, though her amusement was a little more detached this time. She could clearly recall the first actions she’d taken during her first shift, finding her own brown hair cascading around her; frantic, she had ripped clumps out, tearing and shearing until the moment of madness had passed. As such, she didn’t have an issue with hair in the eyes like the woman did, though she only looked the more rugged for her cropped mane.

Coyote-large ears swiveled forward at the sound emitting from the other’s subject, and after indicating a negative with a shake of her head, she chuckled at the woman. She could feel a slight clench to her own stomach, though her hunger wasn’t as pressing, which surprised her. Nonetheless, she grinned and nodded at the woman’s suggestion then turned to seek out the rock she’d sat on.

“I told you the rabbit would come in handy,” Ves quipped, flashing a crooked smile before crossing over to the discarded prey. She picked it up and seated herself on the rock again, scooting over so that X’yrin might have room in case she wanted a rest as well. Her legs were a little shaky from all the work they had done, and her body was happy for a break.

She set the rabbit on her lap then ran a claw through its fur thoughtfully. “We could probably share this; it’s nice and plump. Not a deer, by any means, but you can have as much of it as you want; I could always catch something on my way back home if it’s that important.” She held the prey up, offering it to her mentor.

Silently, the hybrid told herself that she wouldn’t always be well-fed when going into a conflict; she didn’t know how long this break would last or if the training would even continue, but she knew that fighting X’yrin with the distraction of hunger would only add another element to her training.

X'yrin Exultare · 12-06-2011, 08:09 PM

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How fortunate that her student was more intuitive than she to bring a meal in chase of emergency. Gift or otherwise, it was a blessed pleasure indeed. The woman smiled at the coywolf’s truth, tail wagging merrily in agreement. “What would I have done without you?” Perhaps gone out and caught something for herself, but the Nomad needed admit this and take back the praise she had only just bestowed.

Despite her ravenous hunger, she walked calmly over her friend and sat beside her upon the offered spot on the rock. The hare was plump but only enough to sate the appetite of the larger female rather than provide a filling meal. Tradition however did not permit her to take the offering solely for herself. It was customary for the killer of the meat to have their first bite, but as it was an offering a compromise need be made. Rather than take the meal for herself, X’yrin took the plump carcass and wrapped her jaws around its head then tore it from its body. She dropped the head from her maw, teeth and tongue stained with its remnant blood then rested the body across her gathered legs. Sharpened claws cut precisely through its belly just enough to perforate the hide and slip her claws underneath it. The fur was tore effortlessly from the meat wasting little blood or tender meat through the skinning. It was quick work for practiced hands and the end result was a clean by free of fur and still warm to enjoy. The Nomad handed back the limp body but not before tearing a hind leg and thigh for herself. “Here you are,” she smiled politely. “It was your kill. I am simply fortunate to have such a grateful student willing to share their catch.”

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