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Setting: Early Afternoon
Location: Nomad camp at the base of the Northern Mountain
Form: ....PUPPY!
The day began as it always did, with a striking ray of light and a forceful nudge to greet the day. Twice now she had been forced to rise in this manner, and twice she had forced herself back down to sleep. It was too early... At least this was what she continued to tell herself. Just a few more minutes and she would be ready. Why could her caretaker not see this? But a final forceful nip to her scruff thwarted her continued attempts and with an irritable growl, she was made to rise and join the rest of the Exultare pups in training.
X'yro was there of course, wide awake and scoffing with disapproval for how the young pup presented herself. Unkempt with shaggy mane, her eyes cornered with sleep and lumbering along in a stride that conveyed her dislike of being woken so early. The sibling's glances met for a moment before her brother looked away with disdain. She needn't ask why he would chose to look away from her, for she already knew. She did not look at all as she should have; a proud child of the family High Shepard. While her brother had strove hard to maintain this air of importance, the first born seemed content to squander this rite and act as though the path she was made to lead meant nothing. She was young, naive, truly a pup at heart as it should have been. Why act any different when it was not called for?
But there was only so much of his disdain the female pup was willing to take before she dismissed the day's training all together. Without a word to her brother or caretaker, she wander off down the mountain path seeking something else to bide her time. Perhaps another family member... or some creature to harass. Just something to distract her from the responsibilities she was forced to recognize day after day.
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Form:Puppy--
Mood:Philisophical
There was a sort of trick to the whole thing, at least thats what he saw. Sitting on a small bump in the pathway was X'ies, staring down at a small trail of water that was moving across the path. His right paw out in front, one of his claws rocking back and forth a small pebble as his eyes stared into the water. If he dropped it, just pushed it an inch forward, gravity would take its toll and the thing would tumble down into the path of the water. Altering its course. Just one small pebble was enough to do this, it could split the stream of water. Perhaps send it in an entirely new direction. Thats the way negotiation worked, apparantly. Such things were to be his future, where some pups trained to fight, he was brought into the world of words all too quickly and his mind was twisting and bending, a knowing, an understanding. And a hunger for more.
He had came here for the quiet. Time alone to think away from the noises of the other families. To consider just what his days lessons had taught him, if anything. There was after all only so much a pup could take in after one day. And there were only so many things that he could have explained to him, before he had to figure things out for himself. He rocked it back once again, dropping a small fang out the side of his mouth as if chewing on a lip. Then he gave it a push, just a little flick forward. And the tiny flow of water, no more than a centimeter or two wide. Split. A grin on his inner mind. Understanding. Divert aggression, by pushing a pebble in the way.
A noise from up ahead. Footsteps. His head tilted to the side as his body brought itself up. X'ies doted forwards, just to see who this new comer to his quiet sanctuary was. His thoughts for the day were done, at least for now. But just what pebble had fallen in his stream?
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Down the rugged path she proceeded, bounding from one protruding formation to another with hesitance as though the stones would give way to her weight and send her sliding down the steep facade. She had yet to learn that what stood weakly atop the surface did not mean it foundations would be weak as well. The lessons of her Shepard was that there was always more than what resided on the surface, but such life lessons were abandoned for a chance to play and explore without the worrisome eye of her caretakers following even her slightest moves.
From a slick stone, she leapt to another, catching its smooth surface as well as unruly mane underpaw. A yelp sounded, disturbing the well preserved calm as she was pulled down from her would-be perch into a skid down the shallow path. She tumbled a little ways down til desperate claws latched onto a merciful stone and slowed her decent. With little heart hammering and paws shaking as they held onto to her saving grace, she whimpered in fright... fearing that the end was a plummet away. If only she had stayed with the family today, she would not be in this mess facing the jagged rocks of death below. She dared not look at her fate, knowing that the sight would only weaken her grasp to bring her to that untimely end. But she was compelled none the less to face the horror that awaited her, and with a trembling muzzle to turned to face her end... about an inch away from her feet.
Oh.
Her forepaws then released and she fell with a sound 'plop' on the ground. All that drama for nothing. The pup lowered both head and ears in shame. No doubt if her brother was there he would have laughed himself silly at the pathetic state the first born had placed herself in and how helpless she looked hanging from a rock. How fortunate he wasn't around.... How lucky was she that no one was around to see.
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It is often said that curiosity killed the cat. For that purpose X’ies had always decided that this was limited to felines and thus he was quite fine with indulging his own sense of curiosity. So he followed those little noises down the path and would spot another pup playing willfully as one would expect their kind to. Yet he knew that he wasn’t like her, for the simple reason that he was not doing as she would, he did not play. He did not ance on the rocks, daring gravity. Challenging himself. At least, not in that way. He preferred other methods. The idea of just watching , learning from each step and form till she…interesting..
He approached, watching the dangling pup with the same curiosity that brought him here. He didn’t speak a word, nor did he laugh despite the creeping grin in his mind. His muzzle remained expressionless for this moment. “ What are you doing?” . Words that would eventually brek through the silence between them both. He’d let that question hang in the air for a moment, female. She looked familiar. Or rather, her coat did. The Nomads were a rather tight knit group but he didn’t pay much mind to the other pups. He circled for a moment, resisting the temptation to nip at her tail just to take advantage of her position.
But of course she would drop, did she expect that the fall was going to be greater than it was? Amusing. “ You are a curious one”. He said, not indicating that she herself was curious, but rather her nature tempted him to be curious about her. Just who was this pup precisely? There was a name on his tongue, but one that he couldn’t quite bring to mind. X’ies always had wished he was better with names. But then that was another lesson, something to work on. Couldn’t be much of a diplomat if he couldn’t remember something as simple as a name.
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Of course she wouldn't be able to get through the day without some kind of consequence for neglecting her training. Humiliation tended to be a crueler punishment than a reprimand and surely the ancestors would punish her accordingly. Sat awkwardly on her tail staring at nothing but the ground, she awaited this punishment as she would await the vengeful fangs of her caretaker for her behavior.
She had smelled the other as she was left dangling awaiting her demise and the scent only became stronger as she remained awkwardly positioned on the ground, too embarrassed to move let alone spare her further pain from her weight crushing her precious tail. As he spoke, her ears lowered to mute his words, hoping in vain that if she could not hear him, then perhaps he would disappear and leave her to her embarrassment alone. But again, she was not so lucky to have her childish wish come true. He was still there... and rather patiently at that.
"...not curious," she contested under her breath while curling tighter into herself. Perhaps if she made herself small she could somehow disappear... "...tail hurts..."
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Immediately he would begin his own little game of figuring out just what type of person this was by her attitude. This first indication of her was childish although that in itself was an unnecessary explanation(after all she and he were pups). She contested the idea of her being a curious individual but didn’t really back up her statement with any kind of real evidence to the contrary, merely presenting a “ because” approach to the whole thing. Then she moved on to speaking about how her tail was sore. He tilted his head wondering if indeed her tail should be sore after such a fall. It wasn’t great, however perhaps she had done something to injure herself prior to the actual fall. Something that he had no bore witness to.
” Stand and let me see”
He said, though his voice would portray no real sense of concern, not even bothering to feign such things. He imagined that had he given into his impulse earlier to actually have a nip at her tail whilst she was dangling it would be feeling all the worse for wear particularly if she had actually injured herself. Curiously enough though she was actually rather large for a female pup. His mind began to drift again thinking that perhaps the familiarity of her coat may have come from seeing her play. The size may indicate a genealogy of the Exultare line. I am X’ies, and who would you be curious one?...or perhaps we should just let that name settle for now”. He said this last line in a teasing manner, aimed to get a response from the girl more than anything else. A name was more likely to follow if she felt she would attain another name attributed to this sense of shame.
At least, that’s the way he thought of it. Child genius that he was.
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She was acting too silly to be taken seriously, no doubt encouraging the laughter that would follow at any moment. When common sense dictated that she pull herself up and brush off the embarrassment, her rump remained planted while she basked in the shameful light of her own doing. Despite her curling into herself in a failed attempt to make herself small, the male pup remained and only inquired more but with an offer to see to her smarting tail. The teachings of her caretaker professed that it was not wrong to seek aid from another, but only when one’s own strength and resources were exhausted.
Politely declining his offer, she shook her head and managed an awkward shuffle to her own four paws. “…’s ok…” she humbled while lowering her head in an effort to hide her stunning amber gaze beneath the poorly managed tuffs of auburn mane. Her tail came to life behind her, raising high and fanning proudly to show that it indeed was alright to move. “See?”
With tail anchored high she neared the male pup with a curious twitch to her nose, entertaining the temporary title bestowed for the sake of answering her own muted questions. Was he a part of the family as well? His coat did not hold the appraised gold of the Exultare elite, nor did he have the pure obsidian shade of the hunters. In the melting pot of colorful hues and tints it was difficult to differentiate by that alone which family he belonged to. Yet from how he spoke, it was clearly not from the more physically inclined. “You are strange,” she assessed the pup in few words then reclined back on her haunches, foregoing a more thorough inspection. “…and not ‘curious’,” she claimed with more force in her soft tones. “I am X’yrin…an Exultare. What is your family?”
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Mood:Philosophical
It was interesting to see that despite complaining in the first instance that her tail was sore she was now declining his offer to look at it. Perhaps this was some misplaced sense of pride. Or at least the recovery of said pride that had been lost in her little fall. Though her physical appearance still remained one of shame, or at least in another sense subservience. But of course that was unlikely to be the case particularly if the suspected links to her family were indeed correct. She raised her tail as if to show him that it was fine. So he let it go, believing that she was quite alright. Twas no fur off his back.
At this point he would feel her own eyes on him, and for once would experience the same case of examination that others so often felt when his eyes were on them. It was as if she was now past the point of her shame and was instead focusing on putting a name, putting a master status on this pup standing before her. He would wait till she finished her observations, the first of her words were slightly bemusing. That he was strange, was this the case? Perhaps. He didn’t quite act the same way that other pups did, not as playful in nature, more sly than energetic. More devious than mischievous ” Am I?” . He responded inquisitively, genuinely curious to see just what this young female considered to be strange. Each had their own perspective. And he, full of questions wished to be enlightened to hers. Once again, she declined the status of curiosity before introducing herself. The name rang familiar. She was related to the Shepard of his family. And her family name only served to confirm his own suspicions, allowing him for a self-praising metaphorical pat on the head. ”Lambda”. More of a statement than a true answer.
” X’ies Lambda…”
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Though prejudice did not exist in their collective, ones name did warrant a certain regard for how they were treated by others. At least this was the truth she had come to learn through uncomfortable, and often unfavorable means. Time and again her brother reminded her of the weight their proud family name carried even though it was not restricted to their blood alone. And in truth, she could care less for its importance. Thus far all she could see that the name made others reluctant to play, and her damned name meant more training and less sleeping. It meant that only the Evan'ules would play with her and the Marecks would decorate her... but she had yet to see how a Lambda would treat her...
She didn't even know what the role of a Lambda was. They always seems such a reserved and quiet lot. Had it not been for her Shepard taking a Lambda for his second mate, she wouldn't have known they were a part of their travelling company. But that was no reason for her to be rude... Politely the little one lowered her head in proper greeting but remained seated. "...hello. ...nice to meet you X'ies. But... you're not with your family..." Quite the obvious observation for one meant to be in tune with their surroundings, but it also served as a means to keep the uncomfortable silence at bay. No sense in letting her questions remain silent when there was the perfect opportunity before her to have her curious mind appeased. With a cant of her head, she continued down her inquiring line.
"Lambdas don't train?"
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Her reply was once again interesting to his mind. That it was nice to meet him, a typical greeting. But there was always a but involved. She commented on his current state of alone time. It was an interesting observation, as if it should be something out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was, a pup away from the family meant to guard. There was always safety in numbers and at their age the ability to defend oneself was strictly limited. But that wasn’t something that made him afraid, the risk of danger came hand in hand with the silence from which to organize his thoughts. If that risk was the price he needed to pay then so be it. Though in reply to her acute observation he replied with a similar one. “ Indeed I am not, but then neither are you”. He wondered if she had actually thought of this point herself. Perhaps. Perhaps not, he padded around to her side before sitting himself upright.
Another odd question followed, that much like his answers felt like more of a statement if not being said with the curious tone. “ We do, but not in the same way you do….you train your body…..I train my mind….”. At least that was his opinion on the whole matter. The training of words, diplomacy. Learning how to manipulate social discourse for the good of the family and the collective. Training the mind was like understanding clockwork. You had to understand how all the pieces fit in with one another. The little gears that made their minds go around.
“ If you find concern with me not being with my family though I must ask why it is that you have sought the quiet solace of this path alongside me…is it that you find the noise of your litter tiresome?”.
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It had occurred to the female that like her male companion, she was away from her family and the responsibilities there in. In her mind, her reason for disregarding the day’s training was just; she was utterly tired and wanted a day of play that did not result in her brother’s taunts or the caretaker’s instruction. But to see another warranted question; why was he away from his family? Was his training too hard as well? But as it came to light that he was not trained physically but mentally, her curiosity only further peaked and was drawn from her seat to bear down upon the male inquisitively.
The ‘noise’ of her fellow young ones was never what drove her from their company. It was always the training, the tireless and relentless training. Conditioned to defend and protect, never to unleash the pent of energy but assume ways to divert it. She could never understand why she was made to endure this routine, why she could never aim for an ear or attempt to tackle her fellow pup to the ground in play. There was much to be unleashed but never would be and her young mind could not yet fathom the reasons for this brand of torture, or the benefit it would have in her future. How was she to convey this driving force when she herself did not fully understand it?
“I…am not happy,” each word felt like a betrayal against her family and with the carefully spoken syllables, she visibly flinched. “…don’t play anymore. Always rise in morning… say not a word… watch examples, follow examples. No attacking… only defending. No playing… only training.” When compared to the articulate tongue of her companion, her speech was terrible soft and broken. She had yet to learn the gestures of ‘understanding’ as her body had yet to undergo the change. But the use of speech had been highly discouraged when not used to instruct a lesson or to recite the creed of the family Exultare. She was not meant to find power in words, but by the strength that physically resided.
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Her words were not complex, childlike indeed. But then that would only make sense, from what she said she trained to a kind of routine much like he did. Only with her the training consisted of defensive exercises as opposed to the intricate workings of the mind and the art of word play. It seemed that she missed the days of younger childhood when pups could play together without a worry for the future. But then things were now beginning to change. Happiness was not always the goal of the individual. “ You are unhappy with your routine?....I suppose that makes sense then..”. He was even now, training, practicing his word craft with this young female. Being empathetic. Or at least as much as he could be.
“ I know the feeling, each day I awaken and there is no time for play as there once was, spirited off with my father to learn words, to learn how to talk well”
To make his tongue as dangerous as any snake. He tilted his head at the female and determined his next course of action, she was unhappy because she was unable to play. Therefore it occurred to him that the best way to garner favor with her would be to provide her with precisely that which she lacked elsewhere. ” All work and no play make for a boring person”. And without another word he would playfully leap at her. Of course, with her being someone trained in defense, it occurred to him that this might just be interpreted as a method of attack and instinct would kick in causing him injury. But then again there was no gain without risk.
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What she expected least of all, was any kind of understand. A sympathetic ear, perhaps. But not a like story that expressed a disdain similar to her own in the disruption of a simpler existence. Play should have been a part of their daily life again.
All work and no play made for an upset Exultare heir. But little surprises tended to make her smile, and this grey form in mid bound was no exception. The warrior’s eye was always trained on the opponent in order to read their movements and act accordingly. Her own eye was only minutely trained but it had learned to detect the subtle twitches of muscle beneath fur… adult fur that had been tightened and refined through seasons of training. The soft malleable body of a pup was another situation all together. Had perhaps play still been a part of their days, she would have learned the subtle movements and engraved them into her mind, she would have been better prepared for the attack that greeted her so suddenly.
Or perhaps in the midst of complaining, she was better off foregoing blame on her lack of play and just enjoy what was happening. Yes. She was more inclined to do just that. The little surprise brought a smile to her muzzle and sent her tail high and wagging with mirth, even as her large body was dropped to the ground. Against what her family would call an appropriate counter, the would-be warrior giggled excitably and rolled onto her back with paws swinging blind hoping to catch her newfound playmate in the face.
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It seemed oddly that his pounce had went through leading him to the conclusion that she had not foreseen the attack, of course it could just be that she had wanted this to occur and had let it slide. Or was it something to do with his own body language that had not gave the indication that he had been planning on doing anything openly hostile. Again, this was one of the reasons he had ever been too good at the physical aspects of training. In the midst of the maelstrom of thoughts in his mind, a paw playfully brushed him in the face knocking it to the side. Always thinking too much, he was more of a backstage controller than front line fighter. But then again this wasn’t as much fighting as blind bliss. A release.
” Oh ho ho that you will have to pay for”
He chuckled along giving the inclination that he too was enjoying this sense of play, this release from the cage of his mind. He would return the gesture of course in kind giving a playful swipe of his own paw towards the female. As he did so, he would purposefully set himself off balance, to see if she could identify this To see just how well her training had set in, could she tip the tables, or in this case. The male? His face was a grin, or at least as much as he could manage of one in his current basic form. He loathed to admit it, but whilst the idea was simply to give the inclination he was having fun. He felt that perhaps he was actually begining to have some by accident.
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An execution derived from instinct and refined through training. It could hardly have been said to matter inthe midst of an activity meant to be harmless and joyful. The words of her caretaker continued to barrage her mind, correcting her errors when they had yet to occur. But in her giggling, the voice was made quiet, giving her a kind of peace where only the instinctual mind spoke words of childish comfort and encouraged this time of enjoyment.
When her paw met its mark, the young one quickly rolled to all fours and pushed herself to stand. Her eyes were trained on him, looking not for the subtle gestures but the full on moves of attack and would act accordingly. His paw came toward her and with a meek growl she bound for the limb with opened maw and force behind her advancing, bouncing form. She aimed to take his paw between her teeth and use her gathered force to knock him down. Though she was keen of following her training, now some parts of it could not be helped. She was trained to bring the other to submission, regardless of the circumstance.
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Something about this play turned all too quickly. It seemed that now her nature as a puppy was being replaced with the instinct that had been nailed into her through training. He dropped his own pretentious façade and used what he had to his advantage in this situation. He wasn’t much of a fighter, but he was a thinker. A planner, he would use his knowledge to his own advantage. There was always one weakness in a bite, that being that the teeth of their kind could only grip so long as it was the set designed for that. The back of the mouth had very little biting, very little grip. And it also had the unsavory weakness of linking directly onto the jaw bone. This knowledge in mind, he used what he had, this knowledge and his advantage of weight. Allowing the limb to be taken, he would let her force come, let her knock him onto his back. .
Though in the movement he would force his paw back, counting on the idea of her clamping down to maintain grip. If she did so, his weight would allow him to bound over backwards in a roll. If not, well then he was going to have to think of something else…but then that’s what he did best.
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Hold on to the prize and never release til submission was assured... and what a relentless hold she had. Feeling him pull to free his paw, she expectedly clamped down harder to keep that struggling limb still. In all her bite was that of a pup's soft and easy to pull away from with force, but against the mental reminder that this was all in play, she could not fight her training creeping into her actions. She even growled at his harmless protest, but soon found herself mouth empty and bewildered.
What had she missed? What kind of thinking caused this movement? She had only a moment to register his escape before she went swatting for his rolling form and literally leapt to throw her weight ontop of him to cease further escape. No one freed themselves from her bite unless she let them...
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Mood:Philosophical
So his move was successful, at least partially. He was rolling backwards but even as he was she continued to bound on the attack, now from what he remembered though her family were primarily guardians. Offense wasn’t their main purpose. But defense. Which meant in an attack format like this she would be slightly out of her game. At least, that’s what he was assuming. But nothing could be left to chance when it came to life and death, not that this was life and death of course. It was a game between two pups, but then again. Play was always good practice for the real thing. Training could only ever take you so far.
The clock work moving in his head, as she lept after him, now the conditions were on even ground. At least for these brief few moments. He too lept forwards and toward her. He was going to let gravity to the work that he required for him. It was another chance to take, but he was at least hoping that his superior weight would help him win over in this one. “ Much more fun than training don’t you think!?”. Chuckling as he made his way towards her. Words to throw off concentration, little more. But the statement served its purpose. Now we would see just what would happen.
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ooc:
Oh, this little bout was play was certainly more interesting than sitting in a small group listening to principals to be put into practice. Here she could actually put the methods to practical use... and in fun no less! But quickly the definition of the word warped to an understanding that suited the young female perhaps more than her male contender. It was fun for her to be the aggressor as she had been in her younger months. And it was fun for her to have her opponent submit.
Smiling as he bound at her, she split her jaws apart to take her opponent by the throat and still any further attack.
000 words.
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