Hidden Tree tough few days

OOC: Time for some training?
Overcast Clouds
55.4 ° F, 13 ° C (late night)
@Garmir

when I'm bad I'm better

Things had not gone as planned the last few days. The coyotes- Vaken could manage that. It wasn’t ideal, but he was adapting to their company. He had no other choice. He was learning to accept defeat, be chased by the mongrels. They didn’t catch him very often. He really didn’t mind them anymore, it was everything else driving him insane. The tension between himself and his aunt’s pack, the lowering water, the storms. He knew he was being childish letting it all bother him, but he couldn’t help it. He was feeling tense. The summer had been hard on him, and now it was quickly coming to a close. He didn’t know what to do with himself with winter approaching.

That is what motivated him to keep moving. He didn’t want to stay anywhere too long, it was making him feel stagnant and scared. He had wandered along to the mountain, then found himself taking a familiar trip towards the wildwood. He didn’t stop until his feet were sore. He didn’t plan for himself to end up here, with the draw’s pack scent light on the breeze. He wasn’t very close, but he could smell the subtle signs of the pack. It jolted him to his senses, a comforting smell. The sky was dark, hours after dusk, and he collapsed. He was tired, mentally and physically. He didn’t have the energy to even bring himself closer to the border, to call for Garmir. He just wanted rest.

He wrapped  himself up in a tight ball and closed his eyes. It took a moment to ease himself, to relax the muscles in his back, but he immediately felt better. He just wanted to take a few hours to himself- to let his body heal from the stress he was under. It didn’t take long before his breathing softened, sleep filled sighs filling the air.

(This post was last modified: Sep 03, 2018, 09:06 PM by Vaken.)

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OOC: @Vaken Garmir is attacking Vaken while he sleeps - unless he wakes up before he can do it.

During his nightly patrol Garmir suddenly came upon familiar scent, noticing that the youngster he had recruited to spy for him had returned. Curiously Vaken had not decided to come seek him out before deciding to settle down for rest - suggesting to to the earthen male that the boy did not really take their agreement seriously enough.

Whatever Vaken thought they had agreed upon earlier did not matter. Garmir took their deal dead serious and his part was to help Vaken expand his skill set - as well as learn few important lessons in life. Right now he was going to give Vaken first lesson of many, provided the boy did not quit after tonight.

As he came upon his soon-to-be-apprentice, Garmir found Vaken in calm, fast sleep, apparantly unconcerned for where he had chosen to nap in. Among the first lessons Garmir had been taught in his life was that sleep was your enemy, which conspired with those whom would seek to do harm upon you. Vaken ought to sleep more lightly and not allow those with malicious intent to sneak upon them - just like Garmir was about to do right now.

Garmir approached with silent steps, reaching towards Vaken from behind and opening his maw to bare his weapons. He did not so much breath as to give away his presence as he poised to strike Vaken on his scruff to give the boy proper wake up. Pain was a good teacher.

(This post was last modified: Sep 03, 2018, 11:40 PM by Garmir.)

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You realize that two coyotes have been following you.

OOC: Vaken broke the grasp and is now trying to attack
fight 2/5

when I'm bad I'm better

Ouch! The yearling jolted awake in pain, letting out a vicious wince. His whine was sharp, part snarl part cry. He rolled instinctively, attempting to break the grasp along his scruff. He was still half asleep, confused and disoriented. He was certain he wasn’t dreaming, but his brain was clouded. He wasn’t even sure where he was. His mind scrambled to put the pieces together, his body slow to react. Was it a coyote? He blinked his eyes, clearing away the fogginess of his vision. It was so dark, and he was so tired that nothing looked recognizable.

He still hadn’t realized it was Garmir. The fur of the man blended into their surroundings, not identifying him at all. Vaken was too panicked to identify the familiar smell. He was normally smart, quick to figure things out- but right now? He was dumb. He was dumb, tired and completely out of sorts. He had no energy, no mental capacity to understand what was going on. He just knew he felt pain along his nape. He snarled and tugged against it, sending a shock throughout his spine. This was not a friendly bite. He was certain of that. His body was filled with fear and survival instinct, causing him to lash against it like a scared pup. He twisted his head left and right, shaking his fur aggressively.

Eventually he broke the grasp and rolled, tumbling along the ground. He felt incredibly vulnerable on the forest floor, but his legs weren’t working yet. Fatigue had overwhelmed his body, making it hard to move. He tried to straighten them, desperate, but they buckled beneath and he fell to the ground. He cried out again, angry with himself, and shuffled back onto them. He could make out the shape of his attacker, but barely. The edges were soft, distorting the view.

He didn’t think twice. It didn’t matter what it was, only that he killed it before it killed him. He leapt into the air, aiming for the creature’s shadow face.

(This post was last modified: Sep 29, 2018, 09:01 PM by Vaken.)

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OOC: Garmir is charging forth to meet Vaken mid air in attempt to buck him down, while not making attempt to evade Vaken's bite on his forehead. @Vaken

Garmir hadn't expected much of a reaction from the boy after initial shock, but to his surprise Vaken reacted strongly, forcefully pulling himself off from Garmir's jaws, so much so that the earthen male intentionally eased his grip as to not burrow deeper marks into the youngster as he in panic broke free. Least he had good survival instincts -Garmir thought humorously as he watched his apprentice roll onto his paws and then..

Vaken retaliated. Garmir had been so relaxed and at ease after his initial strike that he hardly had time to prepare himself as he saw the boy leap towards him with jaws drawing out. Did he not recognize Garmir? Or did the boy thruly think he would stand a chance at challenging him? There wasn't time to think about it further. Garmir acted before he even thought about it, fighting being almost as familiar to him as breathing. As Vaken lept towards him, Garmir launched himself forward to meet him, not even trying to protect his face in any way from the boy's jaws, other than lowering his muzzle a little as to not have his eyes couged out by well placed settling of teeth.

Garmir's hadnt experienced the thrill of being bitten and wounded by someone for long time and he was welcoming the addicting sensation of pain. He had to remind himself this was but a play and be careful not to kill the youngster now that he was in a role of the teacher. He wasn't going to use his jaws on Vaken just to be on the safe side, instead opting to meet the boy mid air to knock him back to the ground with his superior mass, even if it meant being struck on forehead because of it.

(This post was last modified: Oct 08, 2018, 10:56 PM by Garmir. Edit Reason: formatting )

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OOC: Vaken landed on the floor and is trying to kick Garmir off
fight: 4/5

when I'm bad I'm better

Vaken didn’t stand a chance. Despite all his practising, particularly with Ferrieran, the yearling struggled to keep himself upright at the best of times. He met Garmir head-on, teeth meeting teeth. Until now, he hadn’t recognized the attacker. He had been too hazy and unaware. He couldn’t deny it now though: Garmir. He could smell the draw on his fur, see the gleaming green eyes. Why? The yearling didn’t have time to ask questions. He was too instinctive and angry to think clearly, to understand what was happening. His foe being so much larger only made it harder for him, so he hit the ground with a heavy thunk, losing his advantage. He was quick of his feet, but completely useless on the ground- especially pinned.

He snarled angrily, feeling betrayed and vulnerable. He was not fighting his best. He was weak, physically drained, and now confused. It fogged his judgement, made his attacks uncertain and lazy. Even though he felt vengeful, he wasn’t delivering as much as he wanted. His teeth missed flesh most of the time, other times landing softly and releasing too soon. “Get off me,” he snarled, kicking with his back legs. He squirmed like a bug in the dirt, franticly. He was using all the strength he had left, throwing his paws under the man’s underbelly and jerking them to the sky. It was the only chance he had left.

(This post was last modified: Oct 14, 2018, 01:35 AM by Vaken.)

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OOC: Garmir is jumping off, not making any further attacks, but ready to retaliate in case Vaken wishes to continue. PP allowed ^^

Garmir didin't plan to prolong this bullying much longer, having already made his point. He had given Vaken proper scare, a kind of memory he would propably never forget - as it was intended. Their jaws were going back back and forth at eachother, but Garmir did not intend to harm Vaken any further, having already tasted the boy's blood. He did few more teasing snaps at Vaken while evading bites in turn as the youngster kicked against his underside, snarling and demanding Garmir to get off him.

The earthen male did just that, hopping off from the boy with a toothy grin, not going far and not dropping his guard yet in case Vaken thought about retaliating, but not planning to attack again on his part. "Good. Especially with the legs" -He murmured approvingly. Even if Vaken had fought in midst of panic, he had managed to put up pretty good defence - especially with the kicking. It would have been difficult to do proper pin. Still, the boy's fighting style was.. unrefined.

Garmir waited, ready to strike again in case Vaken thought this fight wasn't over. Let the boy decide when he's had enough.

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OOC: Vaken is done now the poor smol boy
fight 6/5

when I'm bad I'm better

Vaken hadn’t had enough. He was confused, scared, full of adrenaline. He didn’t want to hear that his attacks were good, they weren’t good enough. It felt mocking to hear the man say such a thing, like an adult humouring a pup. Vaken wasn’t doing good. His attacks weren’t good. He had been pinned, fairly easily. Garmir had gotten off him, like Vaken had asked, but it made him feel inferior. He arched his back like an angry cat then ran forward, shoving his weight into Garmir pathetically. He was small, tired and weak. He rammed relentlessly, but it didn’t do any good. He couldn’t knock Garmir over. It was like trying to push a boulder, but the boy was filled with emotion. He wanted to keep lashing out, to do something- anything. It was futile. The fight was over, Garmir had finished it. He had backed off, called it a draw, let the boy get on his feet. The yearling pushed even harder, his head pressed against Garmir’s chest.

He collapsed. His body shut down, landing at the man’s feet. His body just gave out, his muscles contracting. It was really over now. There was nothing left for Vaken to give, except a sulky whine. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. Keeping his head on the ground, all he managed to whisper was a curt “why?”

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He let there be a moment for them to calm down and let the adrenaline high to settle. Once he was certain Vaken wasn't coming at him again, Garmir moved aside, giving the boy some space but not fully removing his presence from his side. A delicate compromise while he waited for protest to begin. In no time Vaken asked him why, why had he struck him. Garmir did not reply. Vaken was smart young man. He would figure out why.

Garmir had to admit, even his own pulse got higher during the brief clash. He could still taste the boy's blood and fur in his mouth and he had annoying, tingling pain on his forehead. He knew he was bleeding, but he did not blame Vaken for biting him. It was fully justified. Garmir kept his silence, instead listening his apprentice while staring into the dead of night. Even if he said nothing, he made clear with his presence he did not permit Vaken to leave, not yet.

(This post was last modified: Nov 09, 2018, 03:16 AM by Garmir.)

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OOC: short reply is short, sorry :( maybe fade with your next post?

when I'm bad I'm better

Garmir hadn’t needed to keep fighting. He hadn’t taken it that far. He had stopped his attacks before it had escalated, allowing the apprentice to give the final swing. Both male’s had their wounds. The small boy could see a wound on Garmir’s face where his teeth had broken skin, but his body ached all over. He had fought with everything in him. When the older man did not respond, Vaken was left to reflect alone on his question.




It was training. It had to have been training. Garmir could have killed him now if he wanted, but he had stopped- even before the youth. It was a hard pill to swallow. “I am tired,” he mumbled, resting his head on his paws.

(This post was last modified: Nov 09, 2018, 08:44 PM by Vaken.)

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