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 Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 3:33 pm
Why did this young fellow seem so formal and analyzing? As strange as it was, Nyh found it entertaining. Better to have surprises than get what you were expecting. Like all those other kits in the main room. What was best was that he was so sure and confident of his ways. That made all the difference...
The young girl gave him a curious look. "Our own kind? You mean there's more?" Now why hadn't she heard of this? Her imagination already started doodling images of morphed kitsusagi, some pretty and others deranged. "Fascinating!" Her head shook somewhat in dissapointment. "No, haven't used them yet. I'd probably faint to see a missing limb anyways." A toothy grin, however, appeared at the image.
Sure she was cocky, but she was still young. And with such reasonings as her powers, it may take sometime to get over it. Either way, Nyhility was unaware and unconcerned. "Hmm, I guess. But what about you? Why are you training so much, so young? Are you expecting such situations?" Her ears perked excitedly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:47 pm
He shot her a curious look. She didn't know there were more of their kind? Well, maybe they didn't share the same genes...but there were definitely more kitsus around. They were everywhere, in fact. At the very least, they had each of their individual siblings who shared the same genes for the most part. Maybe they weren't clones, but they were the closest thing to it. "Yes, there are more of us. They are almost everywhere. Many of them were gathered in the front hall near the doorway," he raised a brow curiously.
The young boy replied, "I would not be surprised if you did faint. I think if anyone was missing a limb-despite regenerative abilities or not would have the right to faint," he chuckled lightly.
For a moment he stood there in thought. He never questioned why he trained so diligently with his mother each day. It may have been because it was something that passed the time. Or maybe it was bonding time between his mother and himself. The possibility of preparing for the worse always happened, too.
"I believe it is to prepare us for the worse. It is better to have some training over none. Though, I do not hope such situations would ever arise. I am content with the peace," he smiled lightly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 8:03 am
Her own brow raised back at Sigurd. He thought...? Nyhility scoffed and shook her head. "Well I know that already. Kitsusagis, I get it. But what else is there then? You made it sound like a whole other creature." She leaned on one front paw, emphasizing the tilt to her head. "And I'd laugh my tails off to see you faint." She didn't know why, but the image of Sigurd himself with swirly eyes and drooly on the ground was comical. Maybe because he was so formal and tidy, both in manners and status.
His quiet thinking left her to stare blankly at the ceiling, yawning once. So even he didn't know the real reason to so much training? But at least he was enjoying it, right? And besides, it would only make him stronger in the end. Her ears fell horizontal, a devious smile forming. "Oh? Well you know some situations pop up like that, only funner! It's called sparing."
Her banded paw shot out to point at him. "And I wanna challenge you! How bout it?" Nothing more than a friendly game of tackle. She was curious to see how good he was. And if he'd maintain that silly formal front in the middle of action. "Unless....you're scared?" Ohhhhh. >.>
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 10:01 am
Sigurd sat there in thought, tails curled around his small figure. There were others, ones that weren't Kitsusagis. They were in the books he read, the stories his mother told him each day. Of course there were humans, too, but they were far from what the young lady had meant. "There are many things besides us--Kitsusagi, or humans. For example, the undead," his expression made a turn for the worse as he mentioned the undead. He carried on his mother's hatred for them. Such vile creatures.
His face relaxed after that thought passed. Fainting? Him? That seemed hardly the case. He grinned at the thought. The young one wouldn't want to lose a limb...but in the event that he did he would probably continue fighting. That was the type of fighter he would be, he thought.
Eyes stared at her in disbelief. A sparring? With what? She had no sword! Not to mention she was a girl, albeit not a very lady-like one, but still a girl none the less. He raised a paw, waving her the no-motion, "I decline. I cannot fight you--a girl. Think what you will, but it will be unfair of me to spar with you."
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 2:44 pm
Ears pulled back as she absorbed the information. "Humans and undead? Well they don't sound so bad." She had caught glimpses of humans through the bedroom window. They seemed cheery, if not boring, enough. A curious gaze was given at his reaction to the creatures, but she shrugged it off. In her mind, undead just meant the living, with many close calls. "Pfft, they must look gross then to make you twinge."
Nyh's face fell at Sigurd's answer to her question. "What do you mean no?!" And how he seemed to slur the word girl, as if it was a germ. "What's unfair about it? We're both born with tooth and nail. And you can't weigh much more than myself." She crossed her front paws, pouting while tapping a foot on the wooden floor. "Besides, you can't learn everything from your mother." Just as much as she couldn't from her own.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 4:23 pm
He could only smile back weakly at her expression and words. "Not always. Sometimes the undead may look just like you or I." It was unlikely, but especially in the cases of...vampires they were usually grotesque in appearance. But vampires usually looked relatively normal, if not attractive. Or so said the books and his mother. Either way, they were unpleasant beings. The Lord of the Undead in his mother's world held his aunt and her younger sister prison. It was not something to be taken lightly.
The young boy raised a paw defensively, offering an apologetic expression, "That may be the case now...But later when we are grown up again it might be different. Even if you grow to be larger than myself, I still cannot bring myself to harm a girl. Even if in essence it is only pretend. Though in sparring you should go at your opponent as if it were a real fight...and I would not want to get a girl such as yourself involved," he nodded lightly before continuing, "I know she cannot teach me everything. She is only teaching me the basics--everything else I must learn for myself."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 4:43 pm
Nyh placed her paws laced behind her head, taking in the information. "Well, that'll be something to see someday." Of course she wouldn't toss herself into trouble. Maybe. She just wouldn't tell Sigurd that. Besides, she almost felt sorry for anything that dared to touch her or her siblings. Parent's could be scary things when angry.
Tired of arguing, Nyh let out a sigh that sounded more like a hiss. "Exactly why I suggested now. How do you ever expect to have fun with girls then? You may as well stay in a boy's club." It just didn't make sense. Fun just wasn't fun without your test of skills. Besides, she was the one that offered. "You're too, what's the word......submissive. I'll just have to tackle you when you're not looking." A pixie smile, all cheery and darkly innocent, was presented to the boy.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:57 pm
Sigurd offered another apologetic smile. He didn't like the idea of disappointing her. He was a people pleaser, but he would rather regret this idea than end up hurting her. Not only would her crying face be unpleasant, but the angry faces of her parents and his own mother's face...He could only shutter at the thought. Not to mention the guilt that would be welling inside him. That was definitely a road he did not want to travel down.
"You say that now, but I would rather you say that than to end up crying the next minute," he answered with a serious expression on his face.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 7:56 am
Where Sigurd concerned himself with the expectations of others, Nyh was only disgruntled that her own way wasn't coming to be. And what other feelings were there to be felt but a thrill at the kit game? Nyhility gave a gurgling huff and groan, before flopping onto her back. How dull. Her eyes narrowed in her false pouting, as she remained sprawled in the hall.
She crushed her ears as she tilted her head back, catching view of Sigurd. "And I'm not crying, so there." Her gaze went back to the ceiling, tails curling as she steamed off. "So? What do you propose we do then?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 11:51 am
He smiled faintly at her disappointed reaction. Even if he was a people-pleaser he still had his limits and morals to get in the way. She wasn't crying now, but she might have if they actually went ahead with the sparring. Even though Sigurd appeared normally calm and collective under most circumstances, when it came to sparring or anything similar he was a very serious kitsu. He would get too involved in it, thinking it was a real sparring match and end up hurting Nyh. During sparring moments, the young kit would put his full effort into dominating his opponent, gaining the upper hand and all in the mean while learn from it to improve his strategy and skills next time.
"I do not know. What would you like to suggest? Something that is not violent, preferably. Or rather, something that could turn violent."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 1:25 pm
Nyh hadn't come to recognize her own fighting tactics. With only her siblings as momentary opponents, her strategies were limited. A quick jab and darting out of harm's way. Now that was a fun and speedy move she had developed best. She was no cry baby, but if Sigurd considered himself that dangerous. "Hmm." She rolled onto her tummy, flat with ears pinned back. What else was there to consider?
"Well..." She scrunched her eyes, as if in pain for a brief second. Tensing her body, she gave a shudder then...pop. The pale, now coated kit smirked back at Sigurd. Even the silver hair was the same, if not alittle ruffled. Nyh ignored the feathers still centered on her imitation tail. "Does this change anything?" The little imp was so eager to get some sort of jibe out of the collected male. If this didn't do it, she didn't know what would.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 1:33 pm
His eyes could only watch with amazement as she transformed into...well, a mirrored image of himself. Most everything was the same. He could tell she still required some practice as some of her feathers still appeared. Aside from that she was much the same. Simply amazing! He had never witnessed such a thing in his life! Not even in his books had he read about them; nor in his mother's stories. How absolutely fascinating!
"That is rather interesting," he replied, "It certainly is not violent, but you are the only two of us with such an ability," he chuckled lightly. "I have strength thus far, but nothing even close to your abilities. Then again, we are still rather young," he grinned lightly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 4:32 pm
The clone Sigurd grinned in delight, before there was another sudden pop. Nyh had reappeared in her original form, blinking at herself. "Ah man, I still can't great it right!" There were always kinks and a very brief amount of time to display. The girl shook her head and tilted her head back to the real Sigurd.
"You bet it's interesting. And a good technique to cre...I mean avoid mayhem." heehee. She pointed a small paw to the other. "Alright, I showed you something cool without violence. Your turn. Let's see what you could do with that blade. Eh?" At least then she could tell if he was all talk or not. She'd be able to judge his skills, if they grew or not, should they meet again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 9:29 pm
He smiled lightly at the young girl. She was a nice girl, a bit mischievous...but that was to be expected of someone her age. Her abilities, of course, were awesome. She still needed some practice as he did himself, but not bad for a beginner. More than he could ever do, heh.
Sigurd considered her words for a moment. He wasn't really supposed to just draw his sword as he pleased. Swords were intended to be used as weapons. But it was only fair to show her in return, right? His little lips swayed to one side as he considered this thought. A very hard thing to consider...but she was a lady...and he had to return to favor as to not seem rude.
"Alright...I guess it would be alright to show you. Just step back, please. I would not want to hurt you." The young boy took a few steps forward and drew in a couple deep breaths. His eyes were focused on the nothingness in front of him as one paw slowly reached for his sword. The metal of the sheathe and sword scrapped against one another as he drew it out. With one arm, he easily swung his sword in the strokes he practiced every day. They were much slower than usual, but he was afraid of hitting Nyh.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 7:49 am
Getting bossy seemed to be one of Nyh's most common moods. That, or being antsy. And now that she had stated her own opinions and demands, all she could feel was antsy to how he'd respond. Darn his hesitation and collective calmness.
Ice colored eyes filled with delight when he finally agreed. And just to urge him further, Nyh complied and hopped back some feet. Her ears flickered, torn between excitement and caution, as the sword scrapped out of it's hard cover. As Sigurd followed through in the sword movements, Nyh simply watched in awe. This was her first time seeing a real sword, let alone it being used so....cool. "Wow, so you do know how to use that thing." And here she thought he may have been blowing smoke, just because of his unwillingness to show. Nyh lifted a brow, tilting her head like a kitten. But nowhere near as innocent. "Not as much challenging without a target though, eh? And why did your eyes get blurry." It almost looked like he was tired, or daydreaming. "Fighting isn't a time to daydream, you goof."
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