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 Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:49 pm
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Not quite fast enough, not quite, but oh so clever. On a less experienced opponent it may have worked, but Kali could see the change in motion, the coil of muscles, the turn of a gaze, all things spoke loudly to the well-trained warrior. It was a lesson she would be sure her student learned.
Kali's own body turned, her back arching almost as if she would fold in half, turning under the lunge of her student, tail lashing mercilessly to slash at Mteke's understand with bone armor. A smirk, laughter, talons catching her back as opposing lunges carried them past one another, one leaping over the other.
Paws planted, a wave of sand in her wake, Kali turned 180 degrees to face her student again, now pacing, stalking one way, then the other. Oh yes, she had been right to push, and she had not been disappointed.
"Well done. But tell me, what will you do when you lose your senses!"
Suddenly a paw reached out, flinging a cloud of sand and dust into the air, obscuring any hope or thought of vision. Kali knew how to fight in darkness, did Mteke?
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:16 am
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What had seemed to be a clever move was only countered and as Mteke had leaped into the air Kali's laughter slicked through the air almost with a sickening assurance that the younger lioness had all but made an error. There wasn't much time to think or correct her choice in strategy and even before she could do anything a sudden pain tore at her back. Mteke's form reeled in the air slightly as her body curled- jowls gritted together as a sharp breath exhaled from out of her maw and was quickly sucked in. Against the desert air and heat her wound felt as if it was being scorched and the crimson ooze that began to trickle from out of it was becoming rather quickly matted and dried within her fur. It had been a good choice, truly, but it seemed that Mteketezo had forgotten that the older lioness was wise beyond her years; Kali seemed to know every trick in the book which would elude a less experienced fighter. This would be one of the many lessons that surly she wouldn't forget as well as her first indicator on what level she was expected to both work towards and perhaps even exceed ever so slightly.
As her body tumbled within the air, Mteke braced herself. Throwing her weight forward as momentum and gravity brought her to impact the lioness somersaulted forwards before her front paws drove deep into the sands and braced herself, her frame sitting erect within the sands while slumped upon her haunches. Sand all but infiltrated every part of her and as she rotated her shoulders a rather unpleasant and pained snarl crossed her lips as she could all but feel the gritty grains trapped within her gashes.
She would have to clean those later.
Catching her breath, the younger lioness caught Kali out of the corner of her eye and slowly turned around. Although the words that she had just spoken eluded her for a delayed moment it seemed inevitable that she was going to find out just as a sudden bombardment of sand and dust all but exploded into the air. Upon seeing this, Mteke shielded her eyes as her ears flattened slightly against her skll, tail lashing in the sands behind her. That was a good question- what would she do when all of her senses were but obsolete in such a situation. Well, not all of them, she thought to herself. Although the view was obscured the sun was a needed ally in helping her decipher a form or figure against the looming veil of dust while her hearing and ability to judge sounds and their direction still was in tact. Smell, taste and sight were all but voided and touch- well, if she flung her paws around certainly she'd perhaps make a hit but in the process of flailing her paws around she'd all but be rendered and beaten to a pulp.
Staring into the obscuring mists of dusty clouds and sands, it seemed that Mteke was slowly beginning to unearth what potential laid in wait. The process certainly wouldn't be a sudden journey, oh no- this would take time, persistence and a good dose of blood, sweat and claws. Narrowing her eyes Mteke immersed herself into the shadows of sands and dust.
This was not the end but only the beginning.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 12:19 pm
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The warrior had all but vanished, white pelt blending into the sand. The sound of laughter, eerie, echoing, disorienting. Were the young lioness to follow that sound, she would find it had been a trick, leaving herself open to the strike that would come from behind.
Today, Mahakali was the master, and despite the other's best attempts, though she was far from weak, it simply was not enough, the hardened warrior was far superior. (wasn't that the reason for the student's request?) In time, that would change, and with each strike, with each failure, with each trial through the fire, the student would grow stronger, wiser, and perhaps, an equal.
It would be a long, hard, cruel journey, the master cold and unforgiving. And as the journey continued, the lioness might have questioned her choice, perhaps more than once, may she never become a disappointment. For the master saw great potential, great strength, and she did not intend to let it wither and fall to waste.
The path had been chosen, the trial begun.
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