Bleez and Mewmouse's Log

[Mewmouse]

Parent Meeting Worksheet

1: What is the name of the parent that you picked to study this time around?
Vilo

2: What is the Virtue or Vice of the creature? Or was the one your studying a Neutral? Or is it Reshmi who doesn't fall into any of those categories?
Wrath

3: What made you pick this person? Was it because you were more curious about them? Or was it something else?
I am told I am more Wrath-filled than Liberality now. I can definitely see where many of my physical features come from. I hope to grow to be as stronger, if not stronger than her. I doubt I'll ever be as pretty...

4: From the photo do you see anything right away that reminds you of you? Answer Yes or No.
Yes.

5: Name at least one thing you have in common with the one that your studying up on today.
Where to start? Tri-colored markings, orange reptile eyes, black horns, arm spines, tail spikes, claws on my "Wrath" hand, a long tail that's good for balance when running. And a fang; I only have one, my left canine, but she has two.

6: From the reference material do you find that it sounds as though you have anything in common with this creature that isn't something physical? Answer Yes or No.
Yes

7: If you answered yes, what is it you have in common with the one your studying up on today other then physical traits?
Wrath, duh! I have the shortest fuse out of all the people I know. But whatever, it's in my blood, right?

8: What is it that you find the most interesting the one your studying today be it something physical or perhaps a skill that they might have.
There are only 2 of Vilo's "kids" that have the ability to run really quick that I know of, I am one of them. I guess this makes me really unique. My friend Ilyrosa is the other runner. I wonder who's faster? If we had a race, we might get mad at each other, though. I don't want that, Ily's a cool friend!

9: If you had one question you could ask of this person what might it be?
How fast do you have to run to escape your problems? Because I have a lot of them...  

[Mewmouse]

Fight Club
Part 1

The pre-teen Wrath/Liberality spawn known as Bleez was on one of her many runs away from her house, or more accurately, her mother. Normally, she went the same route every time: around the park, down towards the shopping center with the ice cream parlor, around the track at the pond a few times (avoiding the caves), up to the mall, then back home. This usually took an hour unless she got distracted. It had been the source for Bleez to meet many spawn since she’d grown to this stage.

But, for whatever reason, something urged her to veer off course before she got to the mall. She turned down an alley, but was stopped by a big, burly man. “Sorry kid, no entry.” A little surprised at being stopped in an alley, Bleez’s instinctual reaction was to snap back at the man, despite him being three times her size in muscle alone. “It’s.an.alley! Pretty.sure.ya.don’t.own.the.thing!” The man snorted at her, arms crossing, not saying another word. Bleez’s ire was rising, not a special feat by any means, but it still meant trouble for anyone she was mad at. “Hey! I’m.talking.to.YOU!” She roared, ready at any moment to throw a punch. But the man continued to silently block her way forward. “Oh,that.is.SO.IT!” Bleez threw her demon arm back and was about to bring it forward when she felt a strong but gentle grip on her wrist. She spun to see a slender, dark figure with bright white hair, pointed ears, and glowing red eyes.

“Now, now, that’s no way to treat one of the Watchers, my dear,” came a silken voice from the elven man. “I told you just to wait for me here and not to cause any trouble.” He chuckled and added, “I also said I’d escort you inside.” At this, the elf gave a small nod to the giant that Bleez was intent on destroying. Bleez, on the other hand, was quite confused.

“I’m sorry, sir, but you know the rules, no kids.” The burly man replied, nervousness evident in his voice.

“And you know me, Max,” the ebony-skinned man said sternly, smile still alight on his face. “This is one of my recruits.” Max, once tense, relaxed, uncrossing his arms. The expression of being completely lost was still showing on Bleez’s face when the dark elf took her arm and casually placed it in the crook of his, “Ready, m’lady?” That gleaming smile was turned towards Bleez. She looked into the man’s glowing eyes and felt herself nod, as if his gaze was bewitching. Arm-in-arm the two walked past Max as he stepped aside.

When they had gotten out of earshot, Bleez removed her arm swiftly from her escort’s, “What.was.THAT.about?” she hissed, trying to keep her voice down in case there was another “Watchers,” as the elven man called Max. Not that she wasn’t grateful, for the man’s help, she just wanted to know what was going on.

“I’ll take that as a ‘thank you’.” The man’s smile, never faltering. “My name is Iliv Kil’und and I’m going to be your trainer from now on.”

“Trainer.for.what?” Bleez’s own curiosity was getting the best of her. The man stopped in his graceful stride to have a look at Bleez. Bleez returned his gaze as they sized each other up.

“Your fighting is derived from your anger,” he remarked, more to himself, as a mental note. He placed a hand on his chin, thinking something very important over. Bleez wanted to scream “Duh! I’m.part.Wrath.demon,idiot!” but she kept her irritation in check. A clenched demonic fist and a hard stare were the only visible signs that she was getting annoyed.

“You’re fast, I saw you running here, so you’ll be more apt to have several moderate hits, as opposed to one heavy one that’ll decimate your opponent.” The man continued, analyzing Bleez from head to toe. A slight inkling of interest started to take a hold of promoter of some sort? Bleez cocked her head to the side slightly and began actually looking at the man.

Despite being a dark-skinned elf, the man’s body rippled with well-toned muscles. He still retained the tall, slender frame of an elf, however. His clothes were tight-fitting, which just added to the definition of his body. “Like what you see?” His smooth, low voice broke Bleez’s concentration. Her vision snapped up to his face, a devious smile gracing it. An embarrassed blush licked at Bleez’s cheeks as her eyes squinted into a glare. Iliv chuckled, lowering his hands to his hips. “So, if you’re going to be my pupil, don’t you think I should know your name?”

Bleez hesitated, she still wasn’t sure what was going on. But the hinting at making her into a fighter was too intriguing for her to pass up. “Bleez,” she stated firmly.

“Well, Bleez, shall I introduce you into the world of Underground Prize Fighting?”