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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 6:01 pm
 Nitya was on a hunting trip for the tribe. They didn't eat meat too often, in respect to their reverence for life, but they were predators. They were built for eating meat. Nitya wasn't as....gentle as the others in Yasashii, making her perfect for the position of Hunter. She didn't flinch from killing animals of any age, but to appease her sister and keep their deity happy she tried to take down older animals.
She'd wandered a little further than was necessary. Animals knew Yasashii weren't active hunters and flocked around their lands. To be honest Nitya just loved to get away on her own sometimes. She wouldn't be gone too long, it might worry Kithara, but Nitya definetly planned to stay the night outside the tribe today.
The board scar the covered a good part of the front of her throat twinged a little. Nitya looked up at the sky. It seemed like a nice day, but her scar would usually twinge when rain was on the way. She should probably think about finding shelter soon.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 6:51 pm
 Drang stretched, licking at the small wound on his shoulder. His sister had left that bite mark as a parting gift after their fight earlier this morning. Drang had definitely deserved it, and he chuckled at the memory of her stalking off, tail held indignantly. He'd catch up with his twin later, right now he was going on a much needed hunt. His stomach grumbled in agreement and he set off to find himself some dinner.
The sharp tang in the air indicating rain didn't bother him a bit. In fact, he welcomed the rain, it washed away scent and tracks. After all these years, he still liked his trail erased as often as possible. On the other hand, the scent of a fox that wasn't his sister was an unwelcome annoyance. Staying silent, Drang followed the scent; he knew ways to drive of other foxes.
Coming upon the offending fox, Drang curled his lip in a grimace. It was a female. Great, just what he needed. Another female. As if fighting with his sister wasn't enough.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 7:12 pm
The wind blew against Nitya's face. She sniffed at it, attempting to pick out a good game animal. Quite abruptly, perhaps due to the approaching storm, the wind completely changed directions. The scent of unknown male flooded into Nitya's nostrils.
She whirled around quickly, sinking into a fighting crouch. Yasashii might have been a healer's tribe, but Nitya came from a family of fighters. And, in the case of her Uncle Sin, killers. He'd taught her to fight himself, and could easily match his speed. Sometimes she was even faster, but they agreed it was her smaller stature that made it possible.
"Who are you," Nitya challenged. Her voice was audible, but low; ever since that accident with the boar her voice had taken on a rough, gravelly tone that sounded like it belong to a grizzled old warrior male fox rather than this lean vixen. She couldn't shout anymore, or speak in tones above normal speech. Some days even that was a challenge.
Combined with her scar they were constant reminders of the life lessons Nitya had learned that day. Right now she was hoping they could help her avoid a fight. Her scar took most foxes aback, being so large and in such a vital spot. It marked her as a fighter. Her voice threw others off too. This would only be to her advantage if the male decided he wanted to fight.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 7:42 pm
Drang drew himself out of his stalking crouch to his full height, the wind making it impossible to hide anyway. He tilted his head to appraisal of the silver vixen. The scar didn't faze him, he'd seen worse than a simple scar while he was still a kit. Though her surviving whatever put that there was impressing. Her voice was a little off-putting, but that was easily explained by the scar.
Drang sauntered around the silver fox, knowing that any fighter worth their salt wouldn't want a stranger behind them. He enjoyed making others edgy; he also stayed just on the edge of lunging range. "I'm me, who else would I be?" He shot back. "And who are you, little warrior? Silly little female."
The lightning patterned fox continued his circling; he wanted her uneasy, he wanted her gone so he could hunt. He wasn't scared of the slightly smaller vixen. She may be a fighter, but she wasn't his sister. Sturm was like him, fighting since kit-hood just to survive.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 7:58 pm
Nitya didn't allow the male to get behind her. What did he think she was, stupid? That was fighting 101, and Uncle Sin had drummed it into her head; better to be slow and face your enemy than fast and have them at your back. So as turned in time with the male. Not turning her body, that would affect her stance. Instead she wound in tight circles, continuing to face him and keeping herself in the best possible position for a lunge or dodge.
"I'm a warrior, and a healer," Nitya retorted. If this male wanted to play the no-name game, fine with her. Part of her wanted to leave out the healer bit, but Nitya believed in honesty. She was a warrior and healer, to deny that part of herself would be wrong.
Her amethyst eyes, darker than those of the male, kept track of his every movement. They were wary, but not afraid. Nitya wasn't about to back down. They were at the edge of Yasashii lands, a day's easy lope to the camp. This was her home, and no one was going to drive her out of it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:21 pm
Drang smirked as the female followed his movements and he idly wondered if it was possible to make her dizzy. Wanting to see how quickly she adapted, Drang made a sudden movement that had him circling her in the opposite direction. He also tightened the circle imperceptively.
The black male scoffed at her answer. "A warrior and a healer? What a ridiculous concept. You kill and save. And how do you reconcile that one, little warrior?" he asked, baring his teeth and snapping in her direction. Not getting any nearer to her, just making the motion. He didn't like healers. Healers meant that there was a need for them, such as a tribe. Drang's lip curled at the thought of so many foxes in one place.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:37 pm
Nitya consciously slowly herself, taking large steps so she could stay in time with the circling without making herself dizzy. It was easy for her to move a few steps back as well, to keep the distance between them the same. Kithara had made her swear when she'd joined Yasashii to not fight, not unless it was all there was left for her.
She lifted her head proudly. The wind flowing by made her fur flutter, and drew more attention to her scar. "This, and the words that flow from my mouth," she replied, referring to her gravelly voice. "Were it not for a healer I would have died before I was an adult. That healer was also a warrior who fought when it was needed. Only a fool follows one path and refuses to examine another."
The meaning might have gone over the male's head, but it was personal for Nitya. Warrior's had to know how to heal. The nature of their lifestyle meant they would get hurt. Without healers, they had to know how to help themselves if they wanted to survive. Those that scoffed and refused to learn eventually died. Say whatever you want, deny all you want, every warrior out there knew at least basic healing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:06 pm
Well, someone trained this fox, someone who knew how to fight quite well. Again he moved towards the silver fox, he'd caught her keeping the same distance between them, he was going to use that. Whenever he completed a circlet, he stepped infantisimally closer in a gentle herding away from the direction his sister had gone.
Drang sneered at the fox. "Yes, I saw your pretty scar the first time you flashed it. Are you so proud of surviving? Or ashamed of getting caught in the first place?" He growled. "I certainly hope your tribe has more than one healer. Warriors die, especially silly little ones that wander off on their own. A lost warrior can be replaced by any with moderate skills; they can always get better. Healers, that's knowledge lost when they're killed."
"You put yourself and your tribe in danger of losing a healer, little warrior." Drang stopped his circling and stepped towards the ringed fox. "Go home. You don't belong out here." She thought she could lecture him? She didn't know one thing about him. And healer wasn't the only other option for fighter.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:34 pm
"They would lose a warrior, not a healer." Nitya's voice was level, and calm. She didn't flinch as he took a step closer, but instead began a circle of her own. It brought her closer to her intended destination, rather than drive her away.
"Knowledge is also lost in the death of a skilled warrior. A novice will make mistakes, be easier to take down. There is no substition for time and experience. Anyone can claim to fight or heal, it doesn't mean they can do it. Success is more likely when there is one to teach you, and healers share their knowledge more readily that warriors."
Nitya's eyes were hard. "You think me some wandering little girl, bloodless and intimidated?" Her low scoff sounded like the harsh cry of a crow. "Do not assume to know me or my past, One who is himself. I earned my life back from Death's door, and you do not control me." The wind picked up a notch. In the distance Nitya could smell rain, and her scar twinged yet again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:53 pm
"I don't recall mentioning a novice. I said a warrior of moderate skill. A novice in anything is more likely to fail and die. Although some learn faster than others." He had learned faster than most what it was to survive. "And you think of yourself more as a warrior, you said as much. Anyone knows how to staunch slight wounds."
Drang allowed her one circle before stepping into her path, bareing teeth. "Intimidated? No, you're stubborn and untried. And I would hardly say you earned your own life. Healers can't help themselves, little warrior. You owe someone else."
The wind ruffled his hair and the smell of rain hit him again, a scent of cool relief. "And what do you know of me, little warrior? You accuse me of being narrow minded, of only having one path. Have it as you wish. I have no pretty scars to show for it, but I've met Death too. He and I are old friends."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 10:10 pm
"I earned my life back," Nitya repeated. "All the healing in the world makes no difference if there is no will to survive. It shows I am a fighter, and it shows the power of healing." Because even if her will to live burned as bright as it could, her life would still have poured out on that scarlet earth.
"You judge me yet again. Untried? What do you know of my past? Stubborn? You approached me. This my home. What right have you to demand I leave it? If I displease you so why don't you drift away with the storm winds. Or do you find my voice that enchanting." Her laugh sounded horrible, broken and just a touch bitter.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 2:49 pm
"Untried because you have learned to fight, yes, but you jump to conclusions far too fast. Not always the best idea for a warrior...or a healer. Stubborn because you refuse to be intimidated, thus that was not an insult, little warrior, nor a judgment." He shot back. And stubborn in insisting about healers. A smirk found it's way across his muzzle; the little spitfire was amusing to say the least.
"I ordered you to leave because I wish to hunt and I don't want you to scare my meal away." He said simply. Drang picked up the bitterness in her laughter and curled his lip in distaste, one ear flicking back. "Are you mocking yourself now? If you must have a compliment, silly little female, you voice is just fine the way it is." Drang admitted it wasn't much of a compliment, but his social niceties weren't exactly honed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 3:00 pm
"And you're the model of not jumping to conclusions or compromise." The sarcasm in Nitya's voice was impossible to miss. "I don't know how you hunt, but I don't go around scaring every bit of prey that comes my way. So why don't you just step off and go about your business. I was fine, until you came along. I'm sure I'll be just fine after you go."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:36 pm
"Yes, I am." he lied, knowing the answer would probably tick her off some more. Jumping to conclusions? He tried not to, though he would pretend to for multiple reasons. Compromise? Not even a little bit. He liked it his way. Period. "I know I'm quiet when I hunt. You talk to much. And I want to hunt in this direction, so this is where I am." Drang tilted his head to see what she was going to do next. This particular fox was far more intriguing than others of their kind.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:45 pm
Nitya usually prided herself for having a calm nature, but this male was quickly getting under his skin. She couldn't quite put her paw on it, but she figured it was his attitude. She hated bullies, and that's what this fox was being.
So her next move might not have been her smartest move, but she'd lost all her patience. He wanted to dance, fine. She marched up to the male, almost thrusting her face right up in his. At the last moment she refrained, but she was definetly invading personal space.
"So stay out of my way, and we won't have a problem," Nitya said, her voice low and with no hint of doubt or hesitation. Her purple eyes were equally calm and serious.
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