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Kick Back - Roskuld - 01-20-2017 Never looking back or too far in front of me
Chico was…somewhere playing grab-ass, I dunno, I wasn’t paying attention. Fuck him for a sec.The present is a gift, and I just wanna be I found the spot again--that place where the ground was level and sure, a place I was gonna stamp as the official sparring ground if it wasn’t already. I snorted, leaning back and forth against opposite legs, fidgeting. There was so much I didn’t know, like logistic-wise; who was who, what was what, how was how, where was where. How was shit supposed to be done around here? What were the customs? The expectations? The names of shit? I needed to talk to Nyx, sit down and have an ass-to-ass honest chat with her, pick her brain cuz she’d been in this biz for awhile (I bet) and if there was anyone out there who could give me the rundown, it was her. But first-- I started pacing, and from nowhere I belted out a loud, heavy whinny of HEY, COME HERE A SEC, and maybe it was rude for being wordless and nameless and using such a brusque, general command but I… I didn’t know her name. Her. That uh...girl. Woman(?). The one who responded to an asskicking with nothing but eagerness and silence. She’d bucked up when I needed and I appreciated the hell out of that, but she still ain’t said a word to me and I don’t know why. Even at the meeting, when I was named General (ugh I still get heebies thinking about it) she ain’t say shit to me about it. In fact, she’d looked a little pissed, like she was annoyed with something--but she didn’t speak up any about it, so I was left wondering just what the fuck I was missing, if something was missing, or what. Fuck it. I’d told her already I was gonna come after her ass soon anyway--I wanted to fight all my warriors and I was true to my word--so if she had beef here was her chance to serve it up hot. And maybe give her name if she felt like it. -- @Ru ! Maybe they can talk first before fighting? (Talk= Ros getting frustrated that Ru won't talk at her :C ) WC:342 0/3 0/1 Setting: Early afternoon, World's Edge. Overcast, even lighting, slight breeze. Ground only slightly soggy from melting snows. RE: Kick Back - Ru - 01-23-2017
[ooc: bwaha! Let the confusion begin! ;P And yes, I don't mind a talk pre-spar <3 @Roskuld RE: Kick Back - Roskuld - 01-28-2017 Never looking back or too far in front of me
A slight tinge to the air was settling itself, a kiss of warmth that gently wafted in the breeze, a promise of summer descending on us quite soon. It was broken by a cool shadow flying above, and I squinted into the sky at the approaching warrior I’d called to action.The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be Should fly, I heard Chico say, and he came up from the fringes with a rabbit carcass hanging from his jaw, the fringes of his pale mane sticky and rus-colored with dried blood. He settled down on a stomach that was engorged and fat, smacking meat and bone between his teeth and watching me with heavily lidded eyes. Y’know, usual Saturday shit; he would probably be taking a nap soon. Should fly, he said again, catching me watch my soldier dance in the breeze, cuz Chico’s a lil shit head and he won’t let me drop a promise that I’d made him anyway, regardless of if I were busy or not. I pinned my ears at him, aiming a kick in his direction that did nothing but make him scoff and fart a little and go back to his lazy meal. Anyway, the warrior landed, and she made noises at me that probably meant a greeting but still didn’t count as speech. I tossed a nod at her, giving my own greeting “‘Sup?” And then that’s when the awkward started. Cuz I was gonna fight her. I wanted to fight her. I gave her a quick up-down with my gaze, noting again how...thick? Dense? That’s a better word--noting how dense she was, padded and built like a shit-brick house, someone who looked like they fought and itched to fight almost as much as I did. And her work ethic was proven time and time again, and I wondered sometimes why Tembo hadn’t handed her rank, and whether or not that was my call to make. I still had a Captain...somewhere...but I’d feel better if someone else official could run around where I couldn’t, and in the air no-less. (Maybe if ever fly…) (Shut UP Cheek) But she still wouldn't talk--even now, when we were standing face-to-face--and it was driving me batshit and I didn’t know how to handle it. Like, usually in this situation I’d just avoid the person entirely, but I ain’t in a position to do that no more (not like I wanted to ignore her anyway, she interested me). But I was also in a position of responsibility, so I couldn’t just...just spew whatever I wanted at her willy nilly, like an idiot. But I was also uncomfortably aware of my position over her, and my ability to demand things, which bothered the shit out of me and even though I knew I could pull her name out of her lips with a command, I really, really didn’t want to. Not at this point. “Uhh…” I stammered, losing the thread of my commanding presence; my “General” mask was slipping, and I was quickly resuming my role as village idiot as I tried to find a tactful way of showing my ignorance. I still wasn’t sure if her silence was due to beef, and I wasn’t trying to instigate. “How...uh...how’re these daaays?” Smooth. Wow. Fantastic. Got goosebumps. -- @Ru WC:540 0/3 0/1 "In ornare vitae leo eu volutpat." RE: Kick Back - Ru - 01-31-2017
@Roskuld RE: Kick Back - Blu - 02-03-2017 Please remember to specify in all posts 0/3 or 1/3 for attacks, etc. RE: Kick Back - Roskuld - 02-05-2017 Never looking back or too far in front of me
The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be Maybe, if I were in a right frame of mind and was actually paying attention to what was happening and what she was trying to do, I would’ve understood. But I didn’t, cuz none of that was actually happening. More and more I was beginning to get wrapped up in something called self-doubt, and it was warping things, my perception, what I was watching her doing and how it related to me, that gave me the awful, twisted idea that she was mocking me. It didn’t help that Chico was sitting there chuckling, this time at both of us, and refusing to clue me into the joke. Ridiculous, he said, smacking meat and skin and rabbit bone. Was he talking about me? Her? He wasn’t being clear and he knew he wasn’t being clear and he knew he was stoking the fires of my nervousness. She reached out to me, offering…something, but I didn’t recognize it as an offer at all; I pulled my head back a little, keeping my distance, my brow furrowed unknowingly as I tried to comprehend what to do next. I was lost; totally wrongfooted. I didn’t know what to do or how to even juggle this situation or even what it was. All I knew was that someone wasn’t talking to me and it was deliberate and I wasn’t even sure if it was something I even needed to be upset over but I was and I didn't know why. “I…” I stammered, trying to fix my confused, worried face into something more neutral, professional, “Uh…” If I only had her name, that would make this a lot less awkward. Maybe if I openly recognized her worth as a warrior, woudl that...clear up any of the murky water that surrounded us? Letting her know she was doing it? “You’ve...been kicking ass, y’know,” I said, unsure and hesitant, but trying to deliver this praise candidly, “I really appreciate the work you’ve been doing you….yooouuu….?” And it was a clear question, or maybe confession was the right word for it; an obvious prompt for a name I hadn’t learned before, even though she was one of the most valuable warriors I had. ----- @Ru WC:365 0/3 0/1 "In ornare vitae leo eu volutpat." RE: Kick Back - Ru - 02-06-2017
@Roskuld RE: Kick Back - Roskuld - 02-13-2017 Never looking back or too far in front of me
I can only stay in this “careful, hesitating, quasi-professional” state of mind for so long; the strain of awkward and cluelessness was burning quickly from both ends, and my patience was wearing thin. She still wasn’t talking and I still didn’t know why, I mean, she could make noises with her mouth--why couldn’t those noises be words? Why was she clearly choosing not to talk to me?The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be So when she placed the feather between us, and stepped on it, I crossed my limit. I was already floundering at what was going on and how to fix it in a mature, calm manner, but this was a whole new thing I had to analyze with nerves that were well beyond frayed. Even so, my most basic assumption was that she was throwing a gauntlet in my face--I didn’t know what the feather meant, but she stepped on it, so it had to mean something--and seeing an obvious challenge being tossed at me, I couldn’t reel it in anymore. I snorted and tossed my head, cricking my neck from side to side, because I was done playing this dumbass game. “Alright, fuck it,” I said, and my frustration was blowing out of me in heated waves as I squared the fuck up, “Fine, whatever, doesn’t matter. I dunno what your deal is but fuck it, you ain’t gotta say a word to me to be a good soldier.” I lowered my head, horn pointed squarely for her. “But you’re gonna tell me your name even if I gotta beat it outta you!” With that, I charged with a snort, launching my stocky body forward, aiming to hit her head-on. -- @Ru WC:277 1/3 0/1 "In ornare vitae leo eu volutpat." RE: Kick Back - Ru - 02-21-2017
@Roskuld RE: Kick Back - Roskuld - 02-26-2017 Never looking back or too far in front of me
I felt bad at once.The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be We were so close, there was no way she had had the chance to anticipate my attack and try to counter it; pretty much as soon as I made the decision to attack her, I did, and I immediately drew first blood. I caught a glimpse at the grimace of pain that disfigured her features, but that’s all I got, a glimpse, cuz she was already turning around and I was already anticipating her flailing hooves. She wasn’t just gonna roll over and surrender to my terms, I guess; she was buckling down for the good fight. I could respect that. What I couldn’t respect was where her hooves tried to fly; instead of flinging them at my chest, like I expected she would, they came at my fucking face, making me back up as quick as I could, scrambling to evade her blows. I was only half-way successful; one hoof missed me, grazing the air beside my cheek, but the other one caught me directly in the throatlatch, pulling a “GUK!” from me as my teeth clacked together. More than anything, though, the blow erased any and all guilt I had about this fight; a thick, hot wave of rage crept up my stomach, searing the pain in my throat. I. Hate. Fucking. Head-shots. As soon as her hind quarters started falling for the ground, I charged for her again, to close the distance between us. My face was a mask of fury, and it even felt like I was blowing fire the way I was snorting at her. “NO FACE SHOTS, SOLDIER,” I roared, rearing up as I came upon her; she was twisting to face me, her shoulder coming around and narrowly missing me as I descended toward her. Her teeth, though, found me anyway, closing on my left elbow even as I aimed my own teeth for her wither with the force of my falling weight, to force her into a cruel submission after she’d used such a cheap shot; she was taller but I didn’t think she was that much heavier than me, and I was pissed anyways, so it ain’t like I was directly thinking about it in any case. Chico had already cleared the area, knowing how wild it could get with battles like these; he’d flown to a nearby bough, smacking down his rabbit meat and paying close attention to our fight. From the way he saw her react to my blows, he was making a connection that I was too mad to make myself--and reflecting on the irony of it all, even if he wasn’t really sorry about it. If anything, it was at least entertaining. -- @Ru WC:451 2/3 0/1 "In ornare vitae leo eu volutpat." RE: Kick Back - Ru - 02-27-2017
@Roskuld RE: Kick Back - Roskuld - 03-18-2017 Never looking back or too far in front of me
I could’ve handled it if she had sneered at me in derision after I barked at her about fucking head shots; I could’ve handled outright disdain, or any sort of condescension if remorse wasn’t the reaction she was willing to give. The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be But what a got instead was--laughter. She laughed at me, at the roar I was spewing at her, and it--shit got weird after that. Cuz she laughed and it caught me off guard and there was a twist in my gut and goddamn it I was fucking furious-- --but it didn’t feel like I was furious. It--well, in short-hand, it felt like I was amused. Like I was gonna laugh myself at something so outrageously ballsy. And I wasn’t sure if I was handling my reaction well at all. I didn’t have enough time to feel any sort of thing about it; my teeth landed where they needed to and I was having a field day with a mouthful of her flesh as a fuck you to her laughter. But I guess I was hurting her a bunch more than I anticipated, cuz she jerked away from me scrambling, her limbs trying to slap the fuck out of me once again, another goddamned head shot. I didn’t let it get that close; I backed away from her as soon as she tore from me, her hooves whistling in the air in front of me even as I stretched the distance between us, if only for a brief moment. I hadn’t yet made the epiphany Chico had--so I was just sure that every movement she was making against me was out of spite, and more and more my own reaction to her was one of challenge and anger and that weird twinge that I wasn’t going to think about wasn’t going to think about wasn’t going to think about at that moment. I focused, instead, on how she was still coming in for a shot at me, lunging for my side in order to punish me the way I’d punished her. Well, fuck it, I wasn’t gonna run either. Instead of backing away or retreating, I pivoted on my heel, my ass swinging to meet her approaching form; I felt a sharp rapping on my right hip, her blow torn somewhat from her intended target, and even though the shit hurt I was already moving anyway and I allowed the vast plane of my asscheek swallow the blow. I kicked out at her, and normally I would’ve made extra careful to make sure that my heels weren’t flying for her face--but at that moment I felt reckless and wild, and I let loose my hooves furiously, not “really thinking” about where they were actually headed. It was around this time that Chico started debating on whether or not he should tell me. -- @Ru Sorry for the wait! WC:472 3/3 0/1 "In ornare vitae leo eu volutpat." RE: Kick Back - Ru - 03-28-2017
@Roskuld :: no problem! <3 Thanks for the spar! RE: Kick Back - Roskuld - 04-16-2017 Never looking back or too far in front of me
Boom--got ‘eem. I felt my hooves hit flesh and I heard the breath literally whoosh out of her, and the hot throb from my blood was the garish, savage response to it. Fuck with me if you wanna. And even though I hated it, there was still the brutish hope that I’d at least made her teeth click.The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be The fight still flowed on, and there was no stopping us; it was like a tide pulling us through the motions--we’d lost the control of it, the decision of it, and now all of it was just it’s natural response. She stomped down on me, catching me right on the quarter that was already bruised and throbbing--and she did it not because she chose to, but because it was the natural thing to do. And I growled and stumbled in my step, not out of anger--it was just what you did when you got beat the fuck up like that. I lurched forward even on a leg that was pulsing with deep muscle pain cuz I knew I was open for another hit, what with the way she was angled around me; I scrambled away, just in time to feel the air whoosh from hooves that she’d thrown at me. Just missing them. I snorted and angled myself towards her, my ears pinned as I watched her face me in turn. It didn’t occur to me that we were getting towards the end of our spar. I’d forgotten my duty in calling her here and the anger that’d inspired the first hit; at this point my blood was boiling too much from the sheer excitement and frustration, and now she was looking at me and there it was, that same fever that was pounding in my chest, and it felt like a great rusty coil was poised to spring inside me as I lowered my horn, my body bunched to charge at her despite the sting from my throat, the throb on my elbow, and the growing pain in my leg. With a snort, I dug into the ground, launching myself straight at her, aiming my horn right at-- Can’t talk. Wha--I’d already started moving, so the skidding stop was super awkward and did nothing to help the flashing heat in my right asscheek. The HELL are you talking about? I asked, furious with Cheek, cuz even though my body understood his words by some instinct, my head was still too lost in the sauce to catch up. I was just wondering why the hell he’d said something to me to break my concentration like that. Her, can’t talk, he explained again from where he was. I couldn’t see him; I was still seeing red, and I looked around wildly until my eyes rested on her, my breath heavy as I narrowed my eyes to look at her closely. Can’t talk? What the hell did he-- --- WC:484 3/3 1/1 Lovely fight my friend! Continuation here! "In ornare vitae leo eu volutpat." I like it when you call me Big Poppa. RE: Kick Back - Blu - 04-17-2017 20+ HP gap, Roskuld defeats Ru. Roskuld earns 1VP, Ru earns 1 EXP |