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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 11:43 pm
Seek.
Learn.
Strive.
Those three words never ceased to emerge nor impress upon Cellen's mind.Oh, how they echoed and clawed unceasingly so that they would never be forgotten. Who could have imagined that they would bear the potential to further ones understanding? Their concept was straightforward but their impact-- that wholly depended upon the individual and how they internalized them. But, when embedded within the right mindset, they were unstoppable.
Amongst the scattered leaves that immersed the ground within a sea of deteriorated browns and greens, Cellen sat on his haunches. His eyes were closed as he pursued silence, a time of meditation and self reflection, and released his mind to wander wherever it so choose to roam. The everyday chaos brewed a fresh concoction whose strength was a bit too potent at times and this left both body and mind with pent up frustration and tension which had no boundaries. Surrounded by the orchard, there loomed a tranquil sensation that instilled a sense of peace. He breathed deeply, filling both his nostrils and lungs with the crisp, clean air that acted as a remedy which purified his soul.
A relaxing, complacent sigh escaped from out of Cellen's maw.
A breeze tickled the Mokai's small whiskers and brought with it a revitalizing rise of hope. It had been a day since he had fought against the young fighter, Ai wasn't it, at the compound. Before he had left, Cellen himself had left her with an invitation of training her while she was unable to enter the ring due to her injuries. In keeping accord with his offer, the fighter remained in place-- his mind traversing about while his heart hoped that the young Mokai would arrive.
There were secrets that needed to be taught to the rising generation of fighters. And Ai bore the heart and the talent that was needed to create an impact on the Isle Akoya.
And this change would forever impact the ring and bring with it a new legacy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:17 am
Light footsteps hit the ground, as they slowly made their way to the ‘orchard’. She remembered the words that echoed across the compound yesterday, “If you're looking for someone to help keep up your endurance and train you while you're out of the ring for remission, look for me at the outskirts of the orchard.” and they kept playing in repeat in her head, over and over. While she just had a memorable battle with the other, nothing in her mind told her not to trust the male fighter. Especially after the encouraging words of how “she could go farther.” Anything that would help her win more battles in the future was something that Ai wanted. In her young mind, fighting was the only way to leave. She couldn’t understand how someone could not be entered in the main compound.
The throbbing in her head was still there, yet not as pronounced as it had been when the incident occurred. She was lucky she had so much hair fluff on the top of her head, which covered any kind of puncture wounds that happened yesterday. Her side wound was also healing fine, though a notable yellow stain from some type of goo was seen against the tri-colored fur. Ai vowed to herself to not get injured in battle again. What some humans did to ‘aid’ them was too needy for the young fighter. Just let her be, and she would heal on her own. Although, it was probably for the best, Ai didn’t care to hear that.
It took her a few minutes to actually get where she wanted. A rare small smile plagued her maw as she felt the slight breeze blow across her. Oh how she loved being outside! The feeling of fresh air was better than being cooped up a stall all day and night.
She spotted her target just ahead of her, sitting there, just waiting. A ‘hmph’ was let out. He just assumed she’d be here?
…Well…he assumed right.
Ai still wandered slowly over the male. “Am I that predictable?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:25 am
The sound of footfall alongside the audible crunch of decaying leaves crumbling with ease was enough to signify an arrival. Ai's aroma was whisked upwards by the wafting breeze and whirled within its passing stream of air, filtering through the boughs overhead, before it latched onto Cellen's nose. A rather amused chuckle rumbled from out of his chest. Predictable? It wasn't so much her nature that was predictable as it was her hellbent drive to cause an uproar, an usurp, in the ring-- her relentless pursuit of conquest was enough to have affirmed that she would come.
"Just a little," he grinned, wryly.
Relaxed, Cellen slowly retracted his eyelids upwards and watched as Ai slowly approached. His thick, plumed tail curled beside him motionless like a slumbering beast. For a moment, he found his attention to be drawn toward the prominent yellow stain that saturated her fur. It was strange how that oozing glop that the humans used often appeared as if they were applying coagulated blood back onto a bleeding wound. That remedy was a hell of a cure but a hassle nonetheless. More often than not nature had better cures that these so supposed 'handlers' who disregarded the principle of how applying countless sterilized antibiotics, injections, and oral pills all at the same time, even in one sitting, couldn't possibly lead to a healthy recovery.
"You're looking a little rough, kid. Rougher than usual, of course. You're gonna need this to at least get your body back up to speed," he offered.
His tail slithered, unwinding itself as it unveiled a round, fleshy orb. Its skin was a resilient red-pink while triangular spike-like appendages extended off of the fruit. Cellen twisted his body slightly and lowered his head as he nosed the fruit towards her.
"Eat up. And while you're at it, let's start with the basics: Why do you want to fight?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:24 am
That typical frown licked at her lips. She would have to change that.
Eyes blinked, confused at his words. Her ears perked forward. Ai looked down at her body. She looked fine in her own eyes, apart from the healing wounds. Golden eyes watched his tail unravel from the fruit. Her nose twitched. Rarely would she get any sort of delicacy like this. She always heard some people comment how the ‘sweets can ruin a fighter’ and how they should ‘just keep them on their normal feed’. She didn’t turn down the offered treat though. Grabbing the fruit quickly, she scuttled inches away from Cellen, lying on the ground to cherish the sweet.
When the question was asked, she took a small nibble from the fruit. It didn’t take long to react, as it was a relative obvious answer for the young fighter.
“Easy. Because that is what I was bred for. And this is what master asks of me.” Wasn’t that the reason Mokai did anything? They wanted to impress their owners. That was the basis of why Mokai existed. The young adult rolled her eyes at the question. If this was just going to be a question seminar, then she just better head back to the stalls, as she was wasting her time here.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:54 am
A deadpan expression unfolded across his maw. A spark of aggravation now had become set a blaze, fueled by a cocky response and the raw attitude of having torn her away from other 'engagements'.
"Just because you were bred to fight doesn't bestow upon you a damn mantle of assurance that you will succeed at fighting. Hell, you could be bred a fighter and become so ******** useless that you'd be treated just like a cull and become bait." His facial expression twisted with a snarl. "So the only reason you fight is because your 'master' asks you to. Have you ever considered fighting because you want to? Don't you want to prove yourself as a formidable opponent, to stand out from the hundreds of Mokai fighters out there who believe that they will be the next tournament champion due to the fact that they were born and bred as fighters, and disrupt the normalcy of the everyday ring? Fighting in hopes to give reason for your 'master' to praise you won't get you where you want to go. If anything, relying on your so called 'human' will only devastate your chances of ever becoming a legend in the ring."
Cellen rose to all fours. His hackles were standing on end as his thick guard hairs along his back bristled. Damn, she was painting herself a fine target pleading for some sense to get knocked into her. Ai was young, thick headed, and was spitting out the 'cookie cutter' responses that he would expect from any 'green paw' fighter. But there was something that was causing him to push her, to break her out of the disillusioned, surreal haze that she believed to be pleasant while, truthfully, it was strangling her very chances of succeeding.
For a moment the male said nothing and simply approached her; his body language was assertive, stern, and infused with motive. He abruptly swept his right forepaw outward and batted the fruit away from her. Then: "Use your goddamn instincts, kid! Every Mokai has them and yet so few in the ring even acknowledge their presence-- they just binge on the aspect of bloodlust, tearing their opponent asunder and mauling the hell out of them, and don't use their head. Your human can't think for you when you're in the ring so why rely on them? Once they let you out of the stall and off the leash, you're on your own in the ring."
For now he was exploring her reactions, attempting to push her beyond the fear that ones own inner core had blockaded by means of fallacy and faulty irrationality. The large in stature Mokai began circling her, stalking as he fixated his attention onto her. Every move he made was methodical, calculative, with an outlined strategy of both action and reaction; vigilant in the aspect of keeping one step ahead of himself.
"Lesson one: Get up off your a**. You never stay stagnant in a fight. If you're opponent is moving, you move." Cellen explained, sliding his tongue against his stark white fangs. "Got it?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:17 pm
“But I’m not useless,” Ai muttered, “shouldn’t it be so obvious about that, seeing I was successful in my first battle,” against you, she added silently. “And I would never let myself stooped down to the level of a cull,” her eyes narrowed in audacity as if he would even suggest that to her. She was a proud fighter! And would continue to be until the days she would be retired from the ring. That was far away though, in Ai’s mind.
But at his next comment, her frown increased. Fighting because you want to… A valid point Cellen had brought up, but the fact is that it never crossed her mind. She did what she was told, but the truth was she liked fighting. Being told when to fight just was a perk in her eyes. “No…I guess it’s not the only reason. I mean…I do like fighting…you know…not just for…” her voice drifted off. Whether or not it was in her blood, Ai loved to battle. The sounds of crowds cheering her own only managed to feed her ego more. Who else wouldn’t like something like that? “Then tell me: How do I become a legend in the ring, if not just by satisfying my master? They are the ones that give me the nutrition I need, and enter me in battles so I can up the ranks. By giving what they want, aren’t I helping myself in the long run?”
She went to take another bite of the fruit, only to have it swept out from right under her nose. Her ears pinned back to her head, her golden eyes narrowing up at the darker fighter. What the hell did he mean by using her ‘instincts’? She was a domesticated fighter, her instincts told her to be a loyal pet, and to give it her all to win for her owners. “I do use my instincts. I can’t help it if mine differ from yours!” she huffed, still on the ground.
“I rely on my humans because they give me what I need to survive. Just like they give you what you need to survive.” She couldn’t imagine living life out in the wild. This was probably one of your typical mindsets of someone born in captivity.
When he started circling her, she couldn’t help but ponder what was going on in his mind. She tried to analyze his next move, was he to attack her? After the quick attempt at removing the fruit from her grasp, it was almost likely for her to expect the unexpected.
She rose to her feet with the same glare on her face. As he moved, she too took sideways step as to keep the same distance from the other. “Got it.” She said simply, never taking her eyes off the male.
“Lesson Two?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:13 pm
"You're not useless," Cellen retorted. "But you'll become useless if you don't harness and take advantage of your instinctual intuition." He continued encircling her, watching, as his senses analyzed the surroundings; his nostrils flared, inhaling deeply and latching onto the scent of adrenaline that saturated the air, while his ears cocked and pivoted at the trigger of footfall and the exhale of breath itself. The will to fight was laced within a Mokai's DNA, entwined into a fighters genetic blueprints, but few knew how to tame the unruly residence that slumbered inside of them. Those dormant abilities had to be bridled or else ones greatest potential would simply never be utilized.
"You need to keep that voracious spirit alive inside of you-- you can never become content with yourself nor think that your abilities are sufficient. If you continue keeping your master in the equation then you'll only ruin the focus between you and your matches. They can enter you in all of the damn battles you want, feed you whatever food, but you need to be proactive in looking to push your boundaries outside of the ring and take the initiative to determine what you need to develop into the fighter you're aiming to be."
A grin tugged at the corner of his maw as she rose to the challenge, taking part in the lesson. Cellen nodded his head.
"Lesson two: Always be mapping out your next attack-- continually try to decipher your opponents strategy and formulate how you will counter. If you allow your opponents action to catch you off guard then you'll be wasting time struggling to find a reaction because you were not prepared." He noted. Those split seconds often could change the outcome of a fight within the blink of an eye or turn the tables with relative ease.
It seemed logical that having to decrypt and decode the pending actions of another but, on the same note, it was rather embarrassing to watch rookies who were oblivious to the necessity of devising a strategy.
"Remain vigilant in keeping two steps ahead and your opponent three steps back," he added. "Which then leads perfectly into the third lesson: Body language; the universal language of expression and thought. It is a key indicator that often can debunk your opponents attempt to throw you off guard." One could so easily lie with words but evolution had programmed feelings to show naturally and it was difficult to alter a natural function. Unintentional, physical cues were freely given away and disclosed an individuals intentions. It was a skill that could be harnessed by anyone and become an asset when thrown into the ring.
Coming to a halt, the male wrinkled his muzzle. "Any questions so far?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:59 pm
Lesson two seemed very simple enough. Ai knew she had to calculate the next move, but that feeling when she entered the compound made whatever she knew she had to do, vanish within moments. The adrenaline over took her brain. Until she was able to fight again, she wouldn’t know if this would be a continuing thing. “I know that,” she stated. “but …” she stopped speaking, giving the other an accusing stare. Why was he telling her all this? Why did he want to help her? There would be the day where the two may be engaged in another battle, in which now she was almost to the point of spilling out what goes out in her head. What if the information he had been relying to her now, these ‘lessons’ per say, was wrong. She could be telling vital keys to her strategy, and that could be disastrous for her if the two ever were to be matched up in a battle again.
…But what he had said before. To take advantage of the instinctual intuition…For some odd reason, she…trusted him? Was that a part of her ‘instincts’ that he was telling her about?
“Actually, I do have a question.” The silence was broken. “Why are you helping me? What is the reason what you are doing? You’re not a retired fighter, so the chances of us getting matched together in the ring can be close. Why would you help your competition?” They were simple questions that Ai needed to know, before she could even think about asking relative questions about the lessons.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:28 pm
Ai was sharp and although her fiery nature had led Cellen to believe that the question would have been posed earlier, he pursed his lips.
A laugh escaped from out of his chest with a relaxed depth, bearing little edge and allowing himself to be exposed. He was in his prime; a young adult who had been raised ringside and had done exactly what his subspecies had been designed to do. But the life he knew, the life he missed, resided outside the walls of the Huntingdon Settlement.
"Out of the hundreds of fighters I've fought against, I haven't encountered a hell of a fiery spirit like yours where you truly have heart and an relentless appetite that's voracious to push the untested boundaries. If you want to get to the damn heart of it...I guess you can say I believe in you. The least I can do is pass down what I learned onto someone I feel will cause a rude awakening in the tournaments to come. I want to keep the knowledge I received from generations of fighters before us and keep that ongoing legacy alive. It'll give you a head start on chasing that paper trail that'll lead you to buildin' your own career."
He paused for a moment
"There won't be any chance of you and I getting pitted together, Ai," he flatly stated. Cellen's tone was matter-of-fact but bore no spite or malice towards her. His rugged features displayed confidence as he kept his eyes leveled with hers and remained steadfast, not even so much as fidgeting in his place.
It was only recently he realized that he'd been running from himself, fighting against the instincts that had been harnessed and bridled. No matter how far he had fled, what he fled from would always be with him, for it was within him, it was himself. Throughout that time of running, he'd never truly come to grips with hat he was until his wild instincts, his feral nature, had become reacquainted with a figure of the past who had so skillfully stolen his heart. Within the walls of the compound he had become complacent with his fate after being taken from his home. His own embitterment had fueled his fights, soaring him into the tiers of legends and yet he had never truly tried to rise above his condemned fate. Until now.
"I'll be leaving tomorrow night and heading back home, back to where I was born," he motioned with his head, drawing it out past the enclosed walls of the settlement. For many Mokai, the lush Akoya jungle would forever remain a place of both secrets and missed opportunities that ensued the everyday adventure.
Looking back towards the fighter, Cellen gave a cheeky grin. "The wild called and I answered."
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:50 pm
Her nose flickered at his words. If her ego wasn’t as high as a kite from winning the battle, it certainly was now. Sure, humans would say “I know you can do it!” but they were humans. Hearing the words from another mokai, one that was a battler as well, just was the icing on the cake. Her heart pounded against her chest, trying to deflate the ream of giddiness that was trying to emerge. She kept her cool though, giving Cellen only a nod, it saying she understood what he said.
Confusion laced the young mokai’s face. What did he mean by that? Surely there was always a chance they’d be matched against each other, after all --- they were in the same tier group.
“…You can’t be serious.” While he seemed happy about his plan, Ai was most certainly not! “You’re…you’re just going to up and leave here to go…out there.” Ai was downright flabbergasted. How could one just chose to go live like those…those creatures out there. She couldn’t believe it! “I…why?” by the male’s attitude, should could tell her wasn’t happy here, but what made him think he’d be happy out there! He had said he was born there, but that didn’t mean anything! The striped laden female was perfectly happy living in the stalls, and knowing that every day and night she’d be fed a decent, filling meal, and have fresh air she needed on a daily basis. In the wild, it was all fresh air, but you never knew when the next day you were going to eat was. It could be every day, every week, or sometimes you’d just die of starvation because you couldn’t find something to nourish yourself. Ai could not live in that kind of lifestyle.
Somehow the ‘training’ session went from okay, to worse. “So that’s the real reason then for training me then…You want someone to know the best techniques, because you will no longer be here to do it yourself.” Those golden orbs could not help but glare at her ‘mentor’. She would probably never understand his reasoning, and trying to do so just made the headache she already had grow in intensity.
“What’s lesson four?” She’d best keep finding out the secrets from him, if he only had a short time left in captivity. She could master them, and then if it ever came time to see Cellen again, out in the wild, she’d have something to show him. Something that would make him wish he’d never left the compound.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 8:47 pm
Cellen said nothing. His expression was undefined, nearly void, as to how he should react. Perhaps the more surprising turn of events was in regards to how Ai was processing the news. Having established no expectations, Cellen did not intend for her to understand, nor to try, but the possibility of her truly giving a damn hadn't been factored into the equation. Somehow he was under the impression that she was more distraught knowing that there wouldn't be another opportunity to kick his a**, The realization of the very idea only caused a minute grin to tug at the corner of his maw.
But weren't Mokai, let alone the same subspecies, created to think and act alike-- almost as if they were engineered with the same needs?
No.
Just as distinct as the individual fingerprint, each Mokai was truly their own unique design; distinct one from another. There were those who were content, who thrived on the everyday routine, and pined for the security of their own well-being which was graciously given to them by the hands of their masters. Those individuals were complacent within their comfort. Hell, he couldn't blame them. Had there been something to sedate a willingness to simply live for the sake of living he wouldn't consider such an option. But life was meant to be lived-- and Cellen didn't want to live it alone. Not without his mate. Not without Reisx.
"Why the ******** are you throwing a goddamn tantrum?" He exclaimed. "I wanted to give you a genuine chance out there, to prepare you for whatever the ring throws at you, and yet you act as if I'm in all for myself?" Unbelievable. The male scrutinized her, wrinkling his muzzle with disdain. "I don't have a damn thing to lose once I'm out there. My reputation doesn't hang on a severing thread and nor do I have to worry about where I'm stacked on the ladder out there; I am my own damn master of my destiny as a feral. But you? You have everything to lose. One single falter can ultimately decide a match or worse-- you could become permanently out of commission."
He was infuriated to the point of feeling deeply insulted. It was becoming yet another clear reminder as to why he wanted so desperately to separate himself from the 'suburgatory'-- mans creation of purgatory in the form of what was known as a community.
"Here's a damn thing to keep in mind: No Mokai is an island. And, love, with already living on an island there's not too much space left to try to separate yourself from anyone aside from what lies beyond the walls of Huntingdon. If you keep constructing barricades towards those who come without fangs or claws bared then you're in for a hell of a downward spiral."
He picked up his earlier argument, advancing forward just enough to have his back toward her. "Do you trust me or not?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:51 pm
He said tantrum. She thought differently. Ai believed the words that spoke from her mouth were truth. They may have held some attitude behind them, she couldn’t consider it a tantrum. All mokai thought of the same things differently. It was what made each and every one of them unique. Regardless of their subspecies, a fighter was not like any other fighter, no matter what the human race had thought.
Ai grumbled. Why she believed Cellen was doing this all for himself, her heart knew differently. At the moment, the young fighter knew nothing about following your heart, only to follow the instructions that were told. “You could lost your life.” She scoffed. Wasn’t that something that all wild and feral mokai should be worried about. One day you could be fine, and the next --- who knew. You could be attacked by the unknown, or even be sought after by more humans. Whatever happened to domestics that were caught, escaped to the wild, and then caught again. Surely some kind of punishment was bestowed upon the poor soul.
There was probably no getting through to Ai at this moment. She was still trying to take in the fact someone would even /want/ to go outside the walls. She shook her head, wanting to turn away from the male, to never see him again. She needed the help though. The female knew she had to get better, and while she disagreed with most of what Cellen had said, she knew he spoke the truth about needing to learn from others. Being trained by humans wouldn’t always help. But when he had come towards her, she couldn’t help but back up. The slight breeze as he just walked past made her stay just where she was. With her back away from him, she gazed at the ground, finding the need for a distraction. The stupid brown dirt would do.
“I trust you…for now,” pivoting on her hocks, her golden eyes watched his forms carefully. “But I can’t say that will always be true. It would have to depend if our paths ever cross again.”
Her statement probably ruined any more chances of having lessons with the male before he’d leave.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:55 am
"What is there to fear about death?" Answered the black Mokai. "If it is an end, then so be it. The only pain in death is the pain that those left behind feel due to your absence. But even in death the journey continues-- I don't have a damn clue how I know but I feel it. Whether in this life or the next, you must have courage to face the truth, and the future."
Silence settled between them. A passing breeze whisked through the boughs overhead, stirring what was the beginning of barren tops of trees, as leaves were strewn into the air and gently glided downward. There was little he could do, little left which he could use, to provoke Ai's thought. She had her agency and how she intended to use it, well, that was solely left to her discretion. For what would agency be if another were to give orders on how to think to live? Perhaps that was the truth to his reason of seeking sanctuary outside of the settlement; wanting to live for himself, to be the sole director of his own destiny.
"So, you would rather hinge trust on something that is unknown? That seems pretty damn foolish. What would you if our paths never crossed, then? Would you even consider what I told you as solid facts or simply fallacy? You need to focus on the importance of what you need to do in the present. Here and now, nowhere else. What you owe to yourself, and to those you're bound to, is to live for the moment and not for the mistake. Sometimes all we can do is to hope to make ourselves a damn better future."
Cellen swung around."The other two lessons will be for you to figure out on your own, Ai. You got a hell of a lot to learn and you'll get there. Maybe. I'll leave you with one last secret though--
"The secret is that nothing knows,
the secret is that all life flows,
the secret is that thoughts and hearts
are different beings, split apart.
And though we change in skin and bone,
each being has its truth alone,
while dreams and wondering take you far,
accept yourself in what you are,
there comes the time when close to home,
your self must please itself alone,
then sing beneath the lovely sky,
the earth asks simply that you try."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 2:43 pm
There was a saying that ran along the lines of ‘Death is only the beginning’, however, for Ai, she believed it to be the end. She fought to continue living, and perhaps Cellen was right, that one day she could be tossed aside into nothing. But that wasn’t now. She was still young, and the thought of losing her life bring shudders through her smaller frame.
She just couldn’t understand how Cellen would be so damn confident about everything. How could one be so fearless, even against the ultimate battle challenge: fighting death.
“If our paths never cross again, then I will always trust you. I know I am young, but you can’t expect things that I have been brought up on to change overnight. I’ll keep you words in mind, and there they will probably always stay. But my duty is that of my human… and I can’t say what they will ask if they see a feral running around here. If they tell me to go after them, I won’t hesitate to do so.” What the male said was definitely great word of wisdoms. One day they might ring in her mind again. Who knew what the future would bring.
“Then thank you for the lessons.” Her nose twitched. She wasn’t particularly happy about how this ended, but no one could really blame Cellen for it. All the blame was on Ai’s shoulders.
Her ears flickered at the secret that unfolded from the older Mokai’s maw.
“I’ll try.” She murmured softly, as if answering the last line of the poem. “Goodbye Cellen. I really hope we don’t meet again…” she began walking away, turning to add on the last words, “…when the humans are around.” She said that out of the bottom of her heart. If she was asked to ‘get the ferals’, she could not and would not hesitate. Right now, she knew where her loyalties lay, and that was likely to be unchanging in the nearby future.
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