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02-07-2017, 01:48 AM
SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE, MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE —
Her entrance to the meadow was not garnered by fanfare or ballyhoo, rather she slipped into it's very midst in elegant silence, her eyes cast upward to the overcast sky. It was high time she learnt how to fight properly, without luck or trickery. While Manon relished her new position as a sneak at the Edge she also had her own ambitions - her own plans, as it were, for quite the fruitful future. She recognised, with no small amount of thanks, that it was Tilney that had introduced her to this future. The same Tilney that stood stoically upon the hilltop, his divine chestnut skin gleaming as if from some inner glow, the wind tugging his flaming hair into a beacon and a challenge. Manon felt her lips twist into a wry smile.
Her step became fleet as she bounded toward the sweet tempered father, swift and silent in her determination to give Tilney exactly what he had asked for: a fight. Manon had little experience (her skills belonging more to stealth and shadows) and yet knew that for her to have any chance of getting the better of her mild-mannered friend she would have to use the assets that she possessed. Speed and stamina would be her friends in this fight, though she was loathe to admit her lack of muscular strength. So it was speed she used, speed and cunning, to position herself upon Tilney's left side - level with him, so that she would not be at a disadvantage approaching from below. She could feel the wind snapping at her silver hair, tucked back into a tight braid, some of the pearly strands loosening and flying awry upon the breeze as she made her first move.
Whilst Tilney watched the thistles sway below she flew from the sidelines, a smooth blur of velvet skin and silver hair, opalescent eyes wide and sharp as she nipped past the bulk of Tilney's shoulder. As she slipped past she threw up her hind legs, aiming her sharp little hooves at the mans comely jaw in an attempt to stun or startle him. Continuing in a smooth circle, Manon called out coolly; "You and I have a common goal, Tilney. I, too, wish to spar."
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First time sparring so let's see how she goes!! Thanks for putting this up <3
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Force & Magic allowed short of permanent maiming & death
Force & Magic allowed short of permanent maiming & death
