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 Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:19 am
 Thud.
Thud.
Riiiiiip.
"DAMNIT!" Snarled an orange vixen, bent over as she inspected the rip along the side of the jeans Amarin let her borrow. "Why would someone make these things and you can't move in them!?" She growled, reaching over to her other leg to rip it to match. She realized, of course, that the Spartan would be furious with her because these were something she called "designer jeans", and seemed pretty important. That didn't bother her much. Nothing seemed to bother her much, now. She could take her yelling and whatever came with it.
Sighing, Ahsoka Tano lifted her sky blue eyes, focusing on the torn and tattered dummy standing before her. The white markings on her face reflecting the sun back to her, oddly enhancing her sight. A small smirk--one completely unlike her--slid slowly over her lips. The poor thing was burned, missing a leg, half an arm had been somehow torn off, and there were multiple lumps from where they had been physically training with it and all the stuffing had clumped in different places.
As she straightened, her ears flicking back to lay on her skull, she found herself reaching for her lightsaber-mocking chopstick. The soft hum of it had reached a higher pitched, the green glow casting eerie shadows and strange colour over her neck, chest, and jaw. Usually, the hum and glow of it could calm her. And kits.. like Yani. It could calm Phaidra down, too. A jumble of emotions flitted across her face, though she quickly wiped them away, fitting a mask of calm onto her expression.
She cleared her throat, reaching down to smooth the bottom hem of her shirt, then dropped back into her fighting stance. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, pushing out all thoughts, and went perfectly still before exploding into action. Her eyes snapped open, focusing on dummy, as she launched herself at it, resuming her previous pummeling until she eventually tired herself out. Which, could be hours and hours from now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:18 pm
 Tambre let out a growling sigh as she moved from the solace the tall oak tree had been providing her. Her ears twitched back and forth and she could feel the malice boiling up inside her. Three. It was a painful thought, one that wasn't coming to her mind very smoothly as the rage was pulled completely toward it. Three children. Damn her. Damn her and him both to hell. Her thoughts were unstable, her emotions not only written on her face but also in the glowing of her eyes.
Leaving her predominate resting spot, Tambre mulled over the thoughts in her head, a lapse here and there of what she would do if she met these three. Wondering in the back of her mind if she could get away with murder.
Another sigh left her throat just as a strange sound lifted her ears. For a split moment her attention drifted to what she thought sounded somehow familiar. She ran off in the direction the noise came from, carefully picking her way so that she wouldn't be seen. That sound... AJ... She gritted her teeth, now realizing where she remembered it from. If he were here, she would have no qualms with finally giving him a taste of his own medicine.
However, when Tambre rounded the corner, her ears bent back. It wasn't AJ she saw, but a strange orange fox. Female. Musing, she watched for a while as the female pummeled the badly injured dummy until she forced herself to speak, "I think your opponent has well lost. He can't fight back too fairly without arm and leg." Curling her tail around herself, she stepped out into the open where the other female could see her. There she sat, trying to make sure she showed no threat.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:06 am
Upon hearing an unfamiliar voice, Ahsoka spun around, reaching for the real lightsaber she kept attached to her side. She only stopped--paw in mid-reach--when her eyes landed on a leopard spotted female. Those spots reminded her of someone. Someone she knew she saw everyday and yet---LILURA! That was where she had seen those spots before. Only.... she tilted her head, studying her closely for the span of a few brief seconds. She didn't look like the girl she knew, but she smelled of magic just as her housemate did.
"Are you a Pardus?" She asked, ignoring what the newcomer had about the dummy for the time being. She straightened, focusing her full attention on the other female.
She looked slightly agitated, if nothing else. Her Jedi instincts kicked in, and Ahsoka took a few steps forward, aware that she must look quite the sight. "You seem like there's something wrong?" She ventured, careful not to just demand to be told what the problem was. That had gotten her into trouble on various occasions and she did not need that from this female. nor anyone else, for that matter.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 3:55 pm
The question came as a surprise. Tambre's ears swiveled into a standing position as she examined the girl in front of her, "I see my family gets out." Was this girl related to AJ? Is that how she knew about her family. "I am the grandchild of Luaith and Ebony Pardus. Ori is my father." After her reply she became somewhat suspicious of the female but she tried her best to not let it show. Instead she curled her tail around herself and let out a breath. "May I ask your association with my family?"
Tambre's eyes had seen her reach for the lightsaber and her hair slightly began to stand up, she took a step back, leery of the female. "Its just... I've seen one of those before, used by a very precocious kit... Though I was a kit at the time myself. He used it to attack me.."
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