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Post by October on Aug 8, 2010 23:29:43 GMT -5
Heh. Thread name = fail. X3 I've created this topic to try out the altered style of fighting that I've developed for Ali. And yes, Kam confirmed that if well trained; a female can be quite formidable in battle. Any critiques on what I've come up with are welcome; but I'd prefer if only Triple and I posted here; I don't want it to get too cluttered. c:
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The shadows parted afore her as Ali stepped from the forest; her deep blue eyes shining as she took in her surroundings. A large meadow waited before her; the setting sun turning each delicate blade of grass a burnt golden color. Ali was a desert creature through and through; this world of green and trees still seemed as ridiculous as it did the moment she had stepped foot in it. The plant life seemed to always be crowding her; stealing away her precious personal space. She could not deny that it was a lovely place; yet the desert to her would always be more beautiful; in a harsher way. It demanded much from its occupants; yet provided them with what they needed to survive. The bare essentials, at least. With a lash of her tail; Ali stepped from he shadows; the sun immediately turning her golden pelt the color of hot flame. She slowly walked to the centre of the clearing; breathing in deeply the scent of the lush grass. She stamped a pale blue hoof on the little plants; a wry smile crossing her face when they simply sprung up again when her hoof was removed. So different from the desert. Suddenly; Ali snapped her head up and froze in place. There was someone else close by. She twitched her nose at the scent that assulted her. A male. Unlike most females of her stature would be; Ali was completely unafraid. But then again, Ali never feared for herself. Her fears were constantly targeted towards Tiger Eye; and he was already sleeping back at the place they had found to stay for the night. If this inevitable meeting came to a fight; she would thankfully be able to focus completely on the task at hand, rather than worry about her companion. With a dangerous glint in her deep blue eyes; Ali surveyed the forest that surrounded her; waiting for the stranger to appear.
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Post by 3B on Aug 9, 2010 0:40:21 GMT -5
Secretariat, intangible, stood and stepped out from the undergrowth he had hidden himself in. His body slowly melted back into the Living plane, the color flaring to life in his fur almost to give the illusion of deeper shadows. He'd sensed the stranger- smelled her, hell, nearly tasted the foreign-ness, almost blinded by her Energies. It had shaken him from his boredom and almost infinite solitude, and brought him here- back from the precarious position between the Living and the Not. Slowly, almost unsteadily, he approached her, the twinges in his body that usually happened after switching Planes starting their course. "And where did you come from?" His voice, neither overly-welcoming nor extremely hostile, edged on blunt and dead, a side-effect. Nothing more.
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Post by October on Aug 9, 2010 14:31:08 GMT -5
Ali spun around to face the ram that had seemingly melted from the forest. Her mind raced as she sized up the dark creature afore her; and quickly decided that she would be able to defend and attack against him. He was only a few inches taller than her; but she assumed that like herself; he would be very agile and fast. When he approached her, however, he did not seem to be exactly steady on his feet. She narrowed her eyes at this; wondering if the ram was trying to play off being weak. Dosen't fool me. The ripple of muscle under his shining pelt was quite visiable; and Ali knew that this stranger was not an opponent to take lightly. He carried the scent of other Goennecs with him; and Ali figured that he belonged to a herd. For a moment she felt sorry for him; for she knew the troubles that came with being small; but then again, she knew just how formidable a small Goennec could be if they could play their size to their advantage. Ali couldn't help but lash her tail at the scent of forest and green things that clung to him. I absolutely hate this place. His scent combined with that of the foliage surrounding her was almost enough to overwhelm the lithe female; but she quickly forced the feelings down; knowing that it was imperitave that she stayed focused. For a moment Ali considered the male's words. In a situation like this, Tiger, ever the negotiator, would explain why they were there and that they meant no harm. Ali, however, was most definently not the negotiating type. Argumentative, yes; but she had a tendency to only anger those that she attempted to reason with. At a different time she might have talked to the male; attempted to try Tiger's methods; and explain to this creature where she really did come from. She had to admit that she was somewhat attracted to him; he seemed to be somewhat like her; small yet determined to prove to others that size did not determine willpower and strength. We even have the same eye color, some unimportant part of her mind registered. These softer feelings were currently pushed behind a wall of steel; though. A wall of steel that her dead herdmates had helped her to form. "A place quite unlike this one," she responded; a hard edge to her strong voice.
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Post by 3B on Aug 10, 2010 1:46:34 GMT -5
Sec shook himself, shooing away the vestiges of the other plane. He didn't feel in the slightest threatened, though the stranger's bristling was most certainly a sign he took as repressed hostility. He could just barely feel the Energy surrounding the ewe, enough to confirm that perhaps his edginess was warranted. "Apparently. You smell nothing like the woods, nor the fields. There is nothing about you to suggest that you're remotely as familiar with this area as an inhabitant is." His voice continued to ring dull and dead, despite the fact that his white hooves were once again treading the ground with ease. This was his flat humor at its best- or, well, as good as he could make it. Lack of communication and socialization with other Goennecs- especially as of late- had not done well for his sense of humor and communication skills.
Short, crappy reply is short, especially compared to mongo replies such as yours. xD
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Post by October on Aug 10, 2010 21:38:41 GMT -5
Two paths stretched afore Ali's mind. One was a road that led to talking, laughing; and perhaps even friendship. All she had to do to go this way would be to laugh at his attempt at humor; and to add her own lighthearted comment to their somewhat pathetic conversation. The second road led to a fight and to a victor; no talking, no friendship; no nothing. Unfortunately; Ali always found that first path was almost impossible to take. She took it all the time with Tiger, of course, but other than him; she never went in that direction. There was that dead fox... Ali inwardly shuddered at the memory; quickly dismissing it. And then she began to pace. It was an automatic reaction for her when put in a situation with someone she didn't trust. She found that the movement helped to relieve tension in her lithe body; which would, in turn, make any fight that much easier. She remained silent for a moment; simply striding back and forth in a straight line; keeping her deep blue eyes firmly locked on his own. "Your attempts at learning more about me are amusing, stranger. Unfortunately; I am in no mood to exchange life stories at the moment." Hah. Try to figure me out now, little ram. His accent is quite strange; Ali mused; unaware that she was the one with the foreign tone to her voice. She swished her tail impatiently; eager to get the meeting over with so that she could return to her companion. And get out of this damned forest.
About that dead fox comment... X3 I've been working on Ali and Tiger's story quite a bit lately; and I recently completed a chaper entitled "Delirious and a Dead Fox." I'm guessing that you can tell what happens there. XD
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Post by 3B on Aug 11, 2010 13:23:16 GMT -5
Sec, blind and deaf to the goings-on in the other Goennec's mind, stiffened slightly as she started moving, twitching one hoof without realizing it, as if preparing to spring out of the way of an oncoming attack. He couldn't swap planes quick enough to dodge, and the negative after-effects weren't quite pleasant, so that defense mechanism was out. No, if it came to a fight, he'd have to play honorably, on the Living plane. "Oh? Then, if I may ask, what are you in the mood for?" He hadn't realized it was even in the slightest suggestive until it hung in the air between them, but he made no move to cover it up or take it back, preferring to twitch the corners of his mouth in semi-discomfort. Steady.... Steady....
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Post by October on Aug 12, 2010 22:22:05 GMT -5
A faint flicker of amusement passed over Ali's features at the male's words; but was quickly gone again. She silently continued her march; striding slowly but confidently back and forth in front of the ram for a few more moments. This is simple, Ali. You've fought rams twice your size. This male is nothing. A shiver of mixed excitement, fear, and intense concentration ran through the female's lithe frame as she mentally bolstered herself for what would come next. Without any sign as to what she planned; Ali sprang from the track of grass she had been walking; easily clearing the three feet that lay between her and her enemy. She silently thanked her dead mentors for her previous training when she landed perfectly in front of the male; her glinting horns inches from his face. She then jumped back again just as quickly; having not paused for more than a second in front of him. With a shake of her head she continued to pace; but this time in a circle around the ram. She kept her head bowed; but quite obviously not in submission. "Have I answered your question, stranger?" Her voice was no more than a low hiss; her deep blue eyes blazing danerously into his from under a fringe of tan mane.
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Post by 3B on Aug 12, 2010 23:59:30 GMT -5
Sec bleated sharply and reared at the obvious threat, his dark blue eyes wide. He clearly hadn't expected such an outburst. He proceeded to bounce slightly on his front hooves, tossing his head in a small- and most likely fruitless- attempt at intimidation. "Blasted...! What the hoof was that for?" He settled wholly onto the ground again, head lowered and prepared to fight. With a huff and a tail-flick, he started watching her with sharp eyes. Alright, so his "joke" was terrible. Didn't call for a reaction like that, so what could she possibly want from him?
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Post by October on Aug 16, 2010 17:12:07 GMT -5
Ali simply blinked in amusement at the male's actions. After all of the battles she had fought to defend herself and Tiger; this little creature waving his horns did not seem at all threatning. For a moment Ali considered the ram's words. What was that for? Whis is this for? To the lithe female, the answer was quite obvious. It was simply her need to prove to all creatures that she came across that she was not an ordinary female; one created only to act shy and delicate and create kids. I'm different from all of them. She did not respond to the ram's exclamation; but instead met his hard, penetrating, deep blue stare with her own; and slowly made the circle that she walked smaller and smaller untill she was barely two feet away. Focus, be ready. She continued to pace around the ram, her head lowered and her eyes burning; muscles tense in order to jump away at the slightest movement. I can not attack first. I'd most likely be knocked to the ground with his damn horns. No, Ali would have to provoke the male just enough to get him to attck first so that she could step out of his path and then unleash her deadly skills on him. Ali was a somewhat unorthodox fighter. She did not play the "let's push each other back and forth with our horns until one of us tires" game. Ali's style of fighting involved quick painful strikes; using her hooves and little horns to her advantage. It did involve blood; what what matter was it to her if this male left the fight not looking as "pretty" as he did going into it? Ali supressed a snort of amusment at the thought; forcing hersef to focus on the task at hand. I need to frustrate him further. But how? The answer surged through her mind within a second. Close enough to touch him; Ali flicked her tail in the ram's face as she passed afore him; her blue eyes glinting.
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Post by 3B on Aug 25, 2010 18:10:02 GMT -5
Sec rose to the bait, bleating loudly and stomping. He admired the ewe's guts, he had to say that much; he didn't know that many females that would taunt and tease in such a manner. With the bravery known only to the nobodies who get neither credit or blame, he moved in the path of her pacing, his horns lowered and his eyes wary. It might've been stupid, it might've been a completely inane thing to do, but he merely brushed it off as a side-effect of either the warp in his perception lingering from the plane-swap, or the fact that he'd gone and messed with Hatter's energy not too long before. His reluctance to openly attack a femme obvious, he continued to ready himself for whatever she might do next.
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Post by October on Aug 26, 2010 12:06:23 GMT -5
A rush of excitement jolted through Ali's mind when she saw the ram's reaction to her taunting. She waved her tail in a small motion of victory as she continued her pacing, her mind flaring with different options pertaining to what she could do next. She didn't, however, get the chance to take one. The stranger was suddenly standing in her path, head lowered. Ali stopped quickly; much in the way a cutting horse would; digging her front hooves into the ground; her back paws swinging around to meet her front. Had she been in the desert; the movement would have caused a spray of sand to arc through the air with the chance of temporarily blinding her opponent. Obviously, grass did not operate in quite the same way. I hate this place, I curse this place, I'm never coming back to this place. For what had probably been the fiftieth time that day; the churning thoughts of detestation for this green, alien place rushed through her mind. What other things won't work here? Ali quickly shook off the thought; forcing herself to focus on what she was currently doing. Barely a foot away fron the ram, Ali tapped a single blue hoof on the grass in annoyance; her tempestuous deep eyes meeting those of her adversary's as she lowered her own head. He isn't going to attack. Why? The answer surged through her mind in a moment; bringing with it intense feelings of disappointment and frustration. Because I'm a female. In a way; Ali understood. Even she felt some discomfort when attacking a female. Females were not meant to be fighting creatures; ones who could attack and defend themselves in battle. Females were meant to be mothers, mates, and harem does. That was all. It was, therefore, a good thing that Ali did not consider herself a female. For what kind of phrase was "I am an ewe. Fear me."? The word doe was even worse. "I am Ali. Fear me." Now that; that was good. That was a phrase to be whispered in the ear of a broken opponent after a battle. Ali was Ali. Ali was a fighter. Ali was a desert creature. But Ali was certainly not an ewe or doe. I think it's quite time for this stranger to learn that. A tight smile flickered across her features for a moment. "You are obviously not used to fighting someone like me. If I may give you a piece of advice; it is this: do not hesitate to attack me. I'm not a doe. I'm Ali." The words were spoken strongly; her accented voice unwavering. Hah. I get to be on the offensive. Sure; fancy and intricate rolls and dives to avoid hooves and horns were fun; but not nearly as satisfying as getting to be the attacker. Ali bounced back a few steps; and stood for a moment; channeling her breathing. The setting sun lit up her fur as she lowered her head and charged the male; turning her into a shining creature made of gold and sapphires. Hopefully the male would expect her to meet his horns with her own; Ali had a different plan. At the last moment she veered to the right and lowered herself slightly; her sharp horns set to crash into the male's hind leg. She did not know how well this male fought; but if all went well; she would be able to strike and roll away, avoiding the stranger's counter-attack.
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Post by 3B on Sept 2, 2010 10:43:22 GMT -5
Sec ignored the few, low-flying specks of dirt and grass that hit his hooves, huffing disinterestedly at such things as he watched the ewe think. He cocked his head, though, when she spoke, not understanding the difference until he suddenly found himself on the defensive. Unfortunately for him, the surprise didn't stop predictable instinct, which moved his head to meet her horns. A sharp bleat, and he found himself quickly gauging a stinging, bleeding wound, then lowering his head again, his dark eyes on her.
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