Drooping Willows Song of Storms

One last playful comment but then it was all down to serious business. Sparring might not be deathly but you could still get some nasty injuries if you just played. Alphinaud wasn’t used to sparring, he had done it a few times with the older male in their little group of wolves. Had a few squibs with his sister but nothing that could give him the title of a Guard of even experienced fighter. Talking was his way to resolve most of his problems. To fight with someone who was technically a stranger made his heart race in an unfamiliar way. He was going to give his very best and win. He was sure Enoki would enjoy a good challenge and they both could learn something about fighting. His eyes locked onto his target, observing how the woman prepared herself mentally and dashed forward. Gleaming white teeth were displayed and the artic male felt his own lips curl up in return, making a deep snarl as he braced himself for the first action. He saw those white knives coming his way, aiming for his left shoulder. As soon as he knew her target the white male tried to turn away from the two hued female.

Too late, too slow, he reprimanded himself as he felt sharp teeth dig into his flesh. Alphinaud growled low as he accepted the stabbing burning pain in his shoulder. That was a good blow, he had to admit that but the male couldn’t stay nice for long. His turn to deal some damage. The male turned his body around, shifting his weight to his hind legs to give him a jump start. The male unsheathed his teeth as his head turned towards the open neck of his opponent. Harsh amber locked on his aim as he went for a bite in the neck.  

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All friendly banter was long gone now as the wolves engaged one another, the sound of snarls rippling from each of their throats to echo off the smooth bark of weeping willows. It was a success as her jaws managed to clasp onto a chunk of shoulder, much of which only possibly by Alphinaud attempting to escape the lunge one second too slow, too late. A low growl reverberated within his chest, filling the velveteen tuft lining her inner ear. Gradually a swelling of pride filled her veins to intermingle with the rush of adrenaline pumping the much needed oxygen to her working muscles. 

Rolling with the motions Enoki was pulled forward as the ivory man shuffled back to shift his height onto his hind legs. Not long after a flash of white forced the woman's dark amber optics to swerve towards the source, catching sight of the barred daggers seeking the flesh of her exposed neck. A foolish move on her part for leaving the most vulnerable location open to her opponent. But unlike the brute, she was slightly quicker on her feet as her jaw muscles released their clamped position on his shoulder to swing a wide right. Hoping to avoid the painful pinch of neck skin that would surely bring this spar to a quick and embarrassing end.

Using her tongue to push the strands of shed white fur from her mouth, front limbs pushed hard against the ground to aid her momentum away from the teeth closing in on her. Her own angling to intercept them in a jaw spar if need be to defend herself. It was a narrow miss on both sides, the strong swish of air and an exchange of strands of flinging saliva a result of their close proximity. If Enoki was wanting to gain the upper hand again she would need to play it smart. It was time to take up the defensive for now and see what this man had to offer. Figure out what weak points he may have. Gliding back after collecting herself her cranium lowered to shield the once exposed flesh of her neck, ears pinned against the swarthy fur. His move now.

Fighting was definitely something he wasn’t excelling in. Yet he tried his hardest to give a mean counterattack as he launched for his darker opposite who retreated from her position. He narrowly missed the true flesh of the woman, grasping and pulling dots of hair with him as both wolves took a distance. His eyes focused sharply at his sparring partner as he took the short moment of distance to calculate his plans, observe her weaknesses. So far he was the slower one of the two. Which was a slight disadvantage but he could make use of this. She didn’t know him, he could feign to be slower than he originally was. Give her the illusion that speed was from the first rush of their spar, his top speed. He could push her to the limit of her stamina. Although that plan was slightly flawed as he had no assurance the woman would have less stamina compared to him. There was a chance he would outdo himself. No, he should play this tactically. He was no brute nor did he possess endless power.

And so he decided as his white paws slowly stepped forward. His muscles pulsing as he was ready for closing in on the other with slightly less speed before. The white male snarled as he braced himself for a definite miss. There was no way Enoki would be hurt as his jaws went straight to her left shoulder. As he snapped out to her his body already prepared itself for her inevitable counterattack.

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He too took advantage of the distance placed between the sparring partners, Enoki watching as those amber optics of his studied her the same way hers had him. Suddenly, though, his ivory body was set into motion once more with intent on snagging onto her left shoulder, a snarl rippling from his parted jaws to fill the velveteen tuft of her inner ears. A small shiver running down her spine at the ferocity of it before regaining the focus she would need to see this through to the end. A moment of unfocused attention on her behalf could mean the end of this, or at least a gnarly wound.

But the speed to fulfill such an attack was lacking, allowing Enoki an easy escape by leaping to the side with plenty of time to combat with a counter attack of her own. Echoing the snarl he issued moments ago, her own jaws parted to grasp whatever piece of his body she could. Whether it be shoulder, side, or just the tip of his tail. Any bit of flesh would do at this point, but nothing but air met her snapping teeth. Whirling around now, the opponents had come to switch sides. Instantly a defensive stance was upheld once more. A stalemate of sorts reached as neither sides offered any effective blows to the other at the end of this round. Clearly if this kept occurring this fight would have to rely more on stamina than brute strength. Growling lowly in the confines of her chest, the piebald woman narrowed her eyelids further. Hopefully she had enough stamina to gain the upper hand and land a winning move.

"Come on, show me a real fight." Enoki egged on, thinking that perhaps if she could get into his head he would become too distracted to focus on what moves he made. One big enough slip up and she would take advantage of it, bringing this to a swift end and allowing them to be on their way. "I've seen pups wrestle better than that!" A confident smirk  replacing the vicious snarl that once wrinkled the skin of her muzzle.

(This post was last modified: Aug 18, 2015, 11:15 PM by Enoki.)

How surprisingly hard a fight could be. Alphinaud felt his heart beating faster and even his body felt warm even if he had laid little to no damage. It wasn’t his desire to really injure the ebony woman, by all means no. And maybe that was his problem, he was too much of a nice guy. He never truly fought against anybody and sparring had been nothing more than cubs play when he was younger. The lack of strength but especially experience was a true eye opener for the white male. So far he had been lucky in his journey to not bump into any aggressive beasts because on this right moment the Artic was well aware of his weakness. His body tensed as Enoki provoked him with words and a smirk gracing her features. A little glint in his eyes shone brightly as he felt the ground for a steady stance. He would attempt one last attack, to finish it or let her finish him. The last chance to prove he was not more incompetent than he already showed.

As his paws went into a slow pace he walked closer to his target, cautious and calculated. Like a gunshot he pushed his paws against the ground and went for the woman’s side, lunging to bite in her flesh, for an all ending attack. His brain vaguely recalled how Enoki reacted but was far too busy to focus on his attack. As his growl sounded combined with the scraping of his nail on the earth and his own excited trembling as he went for it.

His teeth bared he gave an attempt to bite her side yet only resulted on some fur on his tongue. A sad feel compared to the blood he was going for. Hunting and fighting was really a different art. His eyes were still on Enoki, if she counterattacked him he would either dodge or get full confronted. Most likely he would be on the ground showing his belly as a matter to show the woman she was the winner of there battle. The white man would huff in the end but have smile on his face. They had been strangers but right now he felt respect for the fierce woman, he would be a fool to forget her name for any time soon. No matter if they parted ways after their spar, Enoki had taught him about his weakness and he would not forget it. Tomorrow was a new day and he knew what he would improve for the coming days.

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A glint of something foreign shimmered within the amber depths of the brute's eyes in response to her egging words. His body shifted before lunging for her open side, the nimble woman tensing her body before coiling the muscles in her limbs to spring away at just the right moment to give the man nothing but a mouthful of ebony fur. Slicked mud beginning to cake beneath the natural curve of her nails and upon her pads as her body curled to strike back at her opponent with the quickness of a viper. Smoldering amber optics an inferno for the victory that seemed so close at hand.

Jaws parted to grasp onto the exposed base of his neck where it connected to his shoulders, a sweet purchase granted as the taste of rain lathered fur and flesh met the taste buds of Enoki's tongue while the weight of her movement sent her tumbling into the ivory man. This was it. This was the move that would end this as both bodies tumbled to the ground in a heap. Quickly the patchwork woman used what momentum she could to keep her weight atop of his while keeping her grip, limbs sprawled over the now exposed belly as she righted herself. Had this been a rank challenge with Piety her teeth would have sunk deeper into the flesh, daring to even draw blood and a satisfying whine from leathery lips, but alas the Ashrelle woman had morals. Alphinaud was not the one who belonged on the ground beneath her. 

Releasing her hold, ears swept back momentarily as Enoki removed herself from above the yielding arctic. Tongue beginning to poke between the points of her canines while sides heaved in exhaustion from the effort of the scuffle. She had done it. She had proved herself a worthy opponent and as promised, a good word would be implemented to the queen. Goodbyes, thanks and good wills were exchanged before both wolves resumed their private lives. Alphinaud deciding to move on elsewhere for whatever his heart desired while the piebald woman turned to return to the cover of the umbrella like willows. A new pep in her step having further prepared herself for what was to come. Enoki was ready. 

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