@Heloise
He made his way back to the forest of Keen's attack.
The air held its breath as he passed their threshold. He was hunting, seeing if the man who'd attacked her lived here. He would kill him, but it always proved useful to gather information on those you hunted. The way they acted; fought. Weakest points. He would kill the silvered beast, even if it cost him his life.
He moved swiftly to the place still marred with blood, the snow not yet covered over again. There was a storm coming, perhaps he'd have to stay in the trees shelter until it passed. He put his nose to the ground, instantly on the hunt. The stale scent of Keen's blood hung in the ice. He lifted his head in the direction of the fleeing man, following the shallow pawprints that had imprinted themselves in the snow. He followed them, hunted the man.
Today wasn't a day for killing, but for tracking.
Perhaps learning, too.
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Second Roll: 4
Derg felt teeth in his scruff, hard enough to keep a hold, hard enough to tell him she meant business.
He swung his body to her, aiming to pull her off balance to see if he could get into a better position to tackle her. His own ivories swung for her shoulder in the process, raking her skin.
He could taste blood, a small amount.
The man felt like he was stepping into the rhythm now, his heart sung the war song it'd learnt since youth. His legs carried it through the steps he'd learnt. Hus body contorted to his will and he felt alive again. This was what he needed. Especially after the night.
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Third Roll: 9
He felt teeth on his leg, the force she struck with put him off kilter again, making him lose his grasp and pull away. He swung his body around again, an arctic wind gathering itself to throw its whole body into the attack.
This one was different from his first attack; that was lithe, coy. This was a swing of a battering ram.
He moved with a calculated lunge, teeth plummeting to lock onto her back end, seeking to catch her loin or flank. He knew the move held risks, to put his power into one direction. If she dodged he'd have to reel back on her and attack again -- she had the speed for it. Yet, if he succeeded, she'd have to twist herself around. Then, he could push her down. But that wouldn't make much for sparring now, would it?
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Fourth roll: 11
After his fight with Aries, he supposed he needed to regain control; retrain himself.
This was what was making this lesson a struggle for him. The urge to lay fully into her had to be resisted. He needed to practice for when he met with the man again.
He doubted he'd be able to get close to him again for the close quarters without surprise. He wouldn't get that unless he caught him off guard -- whenever that could be.
Her leg came up, hitting him in the chest. His instinct was to snap his head up and reel back, his throat tightening in the place of impact. His breaths came shorter and he pressed himself closer, moving to push her around and make her drop her rear. If so, he could gasp for air. It burned a bit. But he held on, starting to push his weight into her.
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Fith Roll: 15 -- no attack made
He lay his ears back with her snap, taking it as a moment to recollect himself when he didn't feel the sting of teeth. He needed to slow it down. Pull back. He dropped his head slightly just as she reeled around to strike him. He expected the bite of ivories on his neck but all there was was the same crushing sensation. It made him fall back onto his haunches, inhale sharply against the tightness.
He was breathless but it gave him time to think.
Think.
Derg shifted up, rising to meet her. He knew what he wanted to do. He needed to catch his breath so he lowered his head and waited to go on the defensive. Wait to strike. Then he could go for her legs and sweep her clean down. This was the sort of spar he needed.
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ooc; 14 for hel. wrap up? =D good spar
he made no move.
there was no joy in it. Heloise refused to feel joy as the man slowed himself, pushing himself past the limit. while it was noble of him to care so for his charge and want vengeance for them, there was just no sport. in him harming himself, and for her to beat against a weary foe. the man went on the defensive now, and she was eager to allow him respite. his head lowered itself like her's had done, though he left the back of his neck open as he tried.
she would seize the opportunity he presented her. the ivory woman raised herself to her back legs as she neared him, bringing her body down upon the man in an attempt to knock his breath away. though she also went for the scruff of his neck, trying to clamp her jaws around the muscle there and hold him. settle him. or even calm and control him. "enough" she grunted - through his fur if she had a hold. he had done well. there was no shame in stopping their spar now. especially since her pale gaze laced with concern if they continued on.
He took too long, left too much open. The woman was skilled, clearly. She came down on his neck, himself leaving too little time to react and submitted. Yet she didn't do much damage, only held his ruff, feeling her teeth sink softly into his as her command came.
Enough.
His mind went to Ronnie, in that moment. He didn't know why.
He nodded. Lifting his head slightly -- assuming she'd removed herself -- and cast a worried gaze over her. He'd tasted blood, did he hurt her? "Are you hurt?" He asked earnestly, stepping to her to inspect her shoulder himself. Something about his and Ronnie's relationship made him less hyperaware of his space. Maybe it was the proximity of how they slept that eased him.
He gave the woman a soft, apologetic smile. She didn't come from the same place as him, though she looked as if she'd met those like him. "I'm Derg." He impulsively said. His own brow quirked at himself, wondering why. He licked his licks quickly -- nervous again?
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