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 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 8:39 pm
Well now, kitty has claws! How utterly delightful.
He was no pushover. Also, though Azalea likely hadn't thought of this, he was armed.
The teen ducked to the side, careful to maintain his position on his paws, tilting his head down to protect his throat. He extended his paw, ribbon still wrapped around it on one end and looped over his shoulder on the other. He sought to loop the fabric about her forepaws, as a tripwire of sorts, suspecting that she would pay little attention to her paws in a headlong charge. To distract her, he snaked his head forward to n** at her shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 6:31 pm
Call her crazy but Azalea's heart wasn't fully in this fight even though it had just started and she had been the one to make the first move. Even so she could just give up so soon, no that would allow him to win and then that would not bode well for her. A daughter of Antianeria should never lose to a male, it was a shame none wished to carry with them. Though he moved his head down to protect his neck from her teeth that did not stop her from snapping at him, any wound inflicted upon him was a small win.
If he thought he could outsmart her by trying to tangle her forepaws in that fabric he had another thing coming. She was training to be a warrior, an honor held high in Antianeira, and such tricks had been taught to her a long time ago. Such tricks never worked in a fight, not if you were a serious warrior. Clearly he was just like every other male in the world, weak and unskilled, having to rely on trickery to get ahead. No skill, no brains and certainly not even worthy to kill. But even so she wouldn't just walk away from this fight, not until she had what she truly wanted. So she fought on, lifting her paws to avoid the fabric and place them on his shoulder and shoving him back, perhaps he would trip on his own silly cloth.
Azalea ignored as his teeth nipped at her shoulder. Oh sure she felt a a few tufts of fur get pulled out a perhaps a minor scrape or two would mark her shoulder for a few days but these were so insignificant it didn't matter. "Holding back are you?" She mocked him, hoping to get a bit of a rise out of him. Still she continued to battle. Shoving her weight forward Azalea had all intend to try to knock him over, but that wouldn't do alone, so she lashing out with the claws of her left front leg and her teeth aimed for his neck and shoulder once more.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 10:51 pm
Well now! This was fun.
Rorret had, for the most part, been ignored all his life, and so he didn't have the benefit of formal training. Rather, he had intellect that enabled him to make quick decisions, to see weaknesses and make plans. Unfortunately intelligence can never quite replace muscle memory and instinct, and he would always be just a hair slow in the battle.
Lucky for him, Azalea was holding back, and he was quite aware of it. Well, all the better. She had ulterior motives, then, and those were Rorret's favorite type. That made this game so much more fun!
When she shoved into him, he tottered on his paws. It was either release the ribbon, or lose his footing. He wasn't entirely sure she would leave him alive if he lost his paws, so he made the split-second decision -- much as he hated to do so -- to drop the ribbon and fall into a crouch to try and regain his balance. His belly scraped the ground but he managed to keep his paws, and as her teeth scraped his shoulder he jumped forward again, cloth temporarily forgotten as he made a bid to snap at her haunch.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 8:55 pm
As her weight pushed into him she caught a moment of indecision in his eyes, weighting his options as to how to move. That was clearly his weakness, he thought too much when he should just act. Of course when he opted to drop the ribbon in order to maintain his footing Azalea counted that as a small victory. It was after all what she was after...well that and teaching him a lesson. What exactly that lesson was still wasn't exactly certain, obviously that females were superior but there was something else to it, something she couldn't quite put to words.
The satisfaction that she felts as her teeth made contact with the flesh of his shoulder reinvigorated her drive to win. Of course she also wanted that blasted ribbon. With her free paw she quickly kicked the ribbon up and wrapped a short length of it around her paw, cursing just how long it was as it would inhibit her ability to just grab it and run. He would likely take hold of it if she did try just that. With the ribbon now held tight to her leg she could concentrate more on the fight. Rorret's teeth snapped at her haunch and in response she kicked her back leg at him and then snagged the length of ribbon in her teeth, flicking it up at him, hoping it would loop around his neck and then she could choke the life out of him before leaving with her prize, which she would then have turned into some sort of trophy of her accomplishment here.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 12:21 pm
He hadn't realized just how much fondness he held for a simple scrap of cloth until it was no longer in his possession.
It should have meant nothing to him. It was just a tattered remnant of something his father had once owned, after all -- an old, worthless scrap of cloth, little more than a child's blanket. And yet....seeing it in her grasp infuriated him.
He ducked out of the way of her paw, feeling it brush past his face; then, the ribbon came at him, and he leapt up, snapping to grab it in his jaws and wrest it from her. He was suddenly less amused by all these proceedings.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:30 pm
Ha! He had gotten distracted by her taking partial possession of his cloth. Typical male, couldn't keep his head in the fight. Really she should have taken the opportunity to beat him down while he was distracted but that was not her aim, even if all her training was screaming at her to do just that. Instead she move to keep hold of the ribbon. As he snatched at the far end of it, she took hold of it in her teeth close to where it wrapped about her paw and gave it a tug. The cloth was well worn and when she pulled upon it it strained under the pressure and then suddenly snapped. She had not expected that to happen so easily and went tumbling backwards.
Azalea was quick to get to her paws again and to her satisfaction a small length of the cloth was still wrapped around her front leg. So she hadn't managed to steal the whole thing, but from his reaction when she first grabbed onto it he would likely be upset to see his precious ribbon torn in two. She took a couple of retreating steps, not to back out of the fight per say but more to show off her prize. "A little something to remember you by." Azalea said with a glance at the ribbon and then looked up at Rorret with a smirk on her maw. She hated to leave a fight unfinished, especially with no clear winner, but her goal was complete for now. "Until next time." And then she slipped into the trees, perhaps she would seek him out again if only to flaunt the fact that she had stolen something precious to him. Males and their weaknesses.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:59 pm
He growled at her, hurriedly pulling the remnants of his cloth -- dammit it was frayed at the edge now, that was most upsetting -- back to him. He didn't chase her into the trees, knowing the action to be fruitless; it would only serve to lead him into a solid beating by her packmates. No. He would wait for an opportune time and return when that time came.
Besides, he'd best get his way back to the Brotherhood, before they missed him....and wondered why he stank of female. Oh, he'd best start coming up with an excuse now...
But, at least he'd gotten under the female's skin. That much was obvious. And he was altogether rather proud of that. "Another time, Aelaza," he called, and -- ribbon safely tucked over his shoulder -- began trotting home.
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