Greatwater Lake The Alabama Stomp

He calls for her, @Astrid, or Nyx, as he had heard her being called, from the lakeside. He would intensify the Oreos' training now that they were older and beginning to find their niches. It would be easier to pinpoint their weaknesses based on what they wanted to train in, to strengthen them until there was a balance in their skills. If she was to be a courtesan, she would have to learn to keep her advantage no matter what her position was. He laid against the shores, eyes watching the lapping waves as he waited.

Ever since their last meeting had Nyx wanted to go further with her training - to become a courtesan or not. She liked training with Miraak, liked how he took her places like no one ever did. It came as a surprise - his voice - coming from not too far away. Nyx was eager to leave home once again and knew exactly where the old man might be. The lake; she liked it there, and perhaps this was to test if she remembered where to go.

Arriving there, she had an unusual happy expression; the corners of her mouth were pulled up the tinniest of bits and her tail gave a graceful wag. She asked nothing for she knew what might be to come.

Astrid comes quickly, a little wag in her tail as the starred girl trots towards him. Miraak nods, rising to his feet as she nears. He already knows what he will instruct her in, but he keeps it a secret for now. Lie down, He commands, ignoring any demands for explanation.

[table width=80%][tr][td]To say that Nyx trusted the man was a lie - he always acted sort of off, even for a brotherhood member. Then again, Nyx trusted only herself so that was part of the problem too. So, when the man asked her to lie down she was sceptical at first. She wanted to ask why but knew it to be pointless; grown-ups seemed to have a thing for not revealing things until it was either too late or already done.

And so, the star-kissed sibling dropped her form to the ground, hopefully pleasing him like this.[/tr][/td][/table]

She complies, quickly lowering herself to the ground and waiting for his next command. It would not come, but he I'd pleased that she is so compliant compared to her siblings. 

He sidles up to her, walking casually until he suddenly strikes, jaws aiming for her shoulders, intent on putting his weight atop her.

[table width=80%][tr][td]Unlike her brother, Nyx was far more a follower than a leader and completely comfortable with that. While she'd love to be Damien's equal whenever they drove Nemesis out of his forest, she knew that it was highly unlikely that she would ever acquire the man's full attention. But, what was a great leader without followers? She completed him and his image in more ways than one.

She lay there, ears swivelling atop his well-crafted skull - following the calm footsteps of the older male with the attention of a hunting lioness. What he did was not expected and a small yelp of pleasure and pain escaped her maw as he went for her shoulder. Her hackles raised and her head snapped to the side, legs struggling to get up but to no avail. His bigger frame erased any path of escape and she lay there hopelessly for a sliver of a second. She tried to bite the parts of him that were exposed to her, all the while struggling and pushing to escape. What the hell kind of training was this?[/tr][/td][/table]

When she finally ends up underneath him, squirming helplessly, he releases his grip. A paw remains on her shoulders, his voice rumbling as he began the lesson. If you are to be a courtesan, He begins, shifting his weight so he is not completely crushing her. You must learn how to defend yourself from vulnerable positions such as this, He gestured with his free paw to her body laying sprawled on the ground.

[table width=80%][tr][td]When his form shifted, she remained fairly calm - lying under him with eyes wide open and maw parted as light pants left her mouth. She did not know his plan, nor why they were even doing it so far from home - but she did know that whatever he was about to teach her would be useful in some way or another. When he placed a paw on her shoulder, she kept still - only her head swivelling to look at him as he spoke.

How must I do that? She questioned.[/td][/tr][/table]

She waits for a direct answer, but he would not give it to her. She had to figure it out for herself first before he would plainly speak. He wanted to encourage freethinkers, wolves who could examine any situation and wriggle themselves out of it without a word of complaint. All he did was press his paw harder against her body, his silence deafening.

[table width=80%][tr][td]She pilled her lips in a tight line, eyes half-closing to glare at him. She had hated this when She had done it, and she still hated it. Nyx was a creature of logic and order, and while she was fairly good at coming up with solutions herself, it was obvious that she liked verbal teaching more than "seek-it-out-yourself" teaching. Feeling him press down harder, she had had enough of this. Given that it was just her shoulder and he was pushing down, rolling was the only option left in her book. And so she did - rolling all the way over swiftly and quickly as to not expose her belly for very long. When her barrel roll came to its end, she pushed herself up again, hopefully free to leave now that she had proven she was capable of more than what she let on to.[/td][/tr][/table]

He does not see her distaste, nor would he care if he did. This was his teaching style, his way of pushing his students to think for themselves rather than simply relying on the words of others. She thinks for a moment, too long, he thinks, but he does not say anything for their first lesson. Eventually, she rolls, his paw nearly going with her tumbling body. He crouches, ready to spring at her if her body is prone for too long, but he is proud to see that he does not have to. He smiles, nodding. Good, He simply says, walking towards her rear, ready for the next point.

[table width=80%][tr][td]She turned to look at her teacher, lips pulled in a tight line even as he nodded - approving of her decision and ability to escape the pressure he had put on her. He then went for her rear and she let him as her heart pounded faster than it should have. She feared he would hear it - that he would think less of her once he noticed that she was nearly anxious to continue. And yet; his silence excited her. She wanted to prove herself.[/tr][/td][/table]

He took no pleasure in mounting her — this was not what this was for. It was a lesson, rather than an opportunity for him to satisfy his lusts on her. If she was to be a courtesan, she must be ready to be in this vulnerable position and fighting her way out of it. It was with this in mind that he wrapped his paws around her waist, leaning his weight fully onto her, mimicking how a male might one day rut with her. Get me off of you, He rumbled, his fangs lightly, then harshly gripping her scruff.

[table width=80%][tr][td]As his weight was plunged upon her young form, her legs bent, shivering to keep them both standing. Her lips pulled apart in a silent snarl, having not expected this. The white of her eyes became visible as she tried to look behind her, turning and struggling to throw him off before he even gave the order to do so. She snapped at her back where he held on to her scruff, bucking slightly to try and throw him off balance. Strangely enough, she did not panic; her movements were powerful and precise for she did not fear him.[/tr][/td][/table]

His fangs released her scruff, but he kept his weight on hers. His voice rumbled as he spoke up again. This is how a man mounts another, He did not say woman, because he knew well that a man could mount another man — and she would learn such as well. If you are to be a courtesan then you will be in this position often, He rose off of her, backing until his front paws met the ground once more. His chin lingered on her hindquarters as he continued his lesson. And you have to find a way out of it.

Whether the mounting was sexual in any way was not important; she thought she knew Miraak, and the one she knew would not bear any of these feelings for her. She was destined for the rightful Dark Master and would, perhaps, remain so for the rest of her life - even as a courtesan. She let out a small huff as he released her trapped form, instead placing a head upon the beginning of her buttocks. I was trying. She cleared up. I lack my brother's brute force. She admitted, as if she was excusing herself in a way.

He settles himself on the ground beside her, feeling his old bones creak but saying nothing. He knows that age will take him soon, streaks of gray already through his muzzle travelling through his body. But he could still teach, even with stiffening bones and old wounds flaring in the cold. 

He snorts, shaking his head at Astrid's statement. He had heard that argument time and time again throughout all of his years — he had said it once, when he was young. You don't need brute strength, He said firmly. Leverage. He enunciated the word that was most important than any other aspect in a close-quarters fight, where the opponents were entangled. Knock their center of balance off and any wolf or creature, no matter their size and weight, will fall.

A slightly surprised face was turned to Miraak, not only by how wooden he went to lie down, but how his words made perfect sense. So, even with her slightly smaller size could she throw a wolf like Damien? She couldn't wait to try it out, but was strangely against making Miraak stand up again after seeing how much effort had went into just lying down. I will try that then, whenever the chance may come.

It was surprisingly easy to do so, once you found the right places to hit. It was a technique used primarily by smaller wolves; he knew it though, and it never failed him, but he rarely used it unless he faced a truly massive wolf. Our next session then, He promised, already seeing that Astri — Nyx was not too keen on sparring once more.

Very well then. She answered, lifting and walking just a few steps towards home. Then she remembered she had manners, unlike her mother. Thank you, for your lessons. The words were hard to say, for she found herself to be very independent, but Miraak deserved some praise for all he had done for her thus far.

Miraak simply nodded to her, taking the opportunity as a moment of silent reflection. He lingered there in the grass for sometime before eventually dragging himself upwards and moving after her faded scent to Blackfeather Woods.