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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 7:44 am
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The kitsune rested on a branch of a tree overhanging the hot spring, steaming both himself and the wrinkles out of his freshly-washed garments. His blade was tied in his obi hanging from the branch above him, enabling him to observe his blind spots without having to move. It was unlike him to be this idle; however, he needed the rest. He had endured several trials lately, two particularly brutal ones. Of those two, he did not know which one was worse: the humiliation he faced from being defeated by that Angeni, or the shame from failing to kill his son and former apprentice.
His tails lashed with his aggravation. Once these dried, he would continue his training. At this point, his opponent did not need to be a purewalker as he used to prefer. No, apparently fierce opponents extended beyond the narrow niche to which he had confined his training. He flexed his claws, scoring the bark beneath them. Despite his reflections and recent successes, he was still infuriated.
That being said, he knew better than to seek the Angeni out in his current state. He was not ready to face her again. Genichiro, on the other paw, was a different situation entirely. He was compelled to finish what he started; Genichiro needed to die. Although, was it worth the trouble to seek out his failed apprentice? He knew Genichiro as well as he knew himself; the brat would not be able to resist another duel. He may train a bit or enlist assistance, but he would find Ashura on his own. Therefore, the kitsune could utilize his time in other, more constructive ways, as his loose ends would be tied in time.
He yawned, turning his gaze to his garments and feeling them with his tails. They were not quite dry yet, but they were getting there. Soon, he could train again.
► Word Count | 314 ◄
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 4:21 pm
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Tsukikage swiftly ran through the forest with a bundle of clothes on her back along with her sword. She was in her kitsune form with a furious look on her face. She had just finished up a mission or rather finished cleaning up a botched mission due to her wonderful twin. All they had to do was sneak in among a particular herd, kill the head mare, and leave. Instead her twin decided to boldly strut in among the herd and kill the head mare in front of a dozen witnesses. She then left, leaving Tsukikage to clean up the mess. Her sister, Asatsuki, was proving just how unreliable and wild she was. Yes her sister was quickly reaching the end of her usefulness. Perhaps it was time to put an end to Asa.
Her pace slowed as she began to focus on that idea. It would be hard to take her out. They were evenly matched in all things and they both knew how the other fought, their weak points, their strengths. In order to kill her twin she would have to do something that Asa didn't know about or expect. She could.... ugh.. ask for help but she viewed that as a last solution to this problem. She had no problem asking for help if it was warranted but this didn't seem like such a situation. No it would be best to train and perhaps learn some new fighting style or skill.
While she was lost in thought she ended up heading towards the more mountainous area of this forest and a mist began to spread through the trees. She stopped and looked around, a thought nagging at the back of her mind. Her eyes narrowed as she slowly took in her surroundings. What had caught her attention? There wasn't much bird song for one thing but that wasn't it. She turned back the way she had came and looked at the ground. There! A faint paw print in the ground. Someone else had been up this way somewhat recent, at least in the past day. She studied the ground seeing no other tracks besides this trail of prints. So it could be possible that it was longer than a day as it looks like nothing else had traveled this way and the weather was good.
She wasn't sure about continuing on this path. Her instincts were sending her danger signals and her senses were on high alert. She didn't see anyone but her instincts told her that something or someone dangerous was near. She quietly slipped into the shadows of the trees off the path and continued on. She would scout ahead some to see what was up the path and if needed would flee into the forest where it was darker in the afternoon sun.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 4:48 pm
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His mere presence silenced the world around him, save the occasional vocal bird who took it upon itself to warn every other creature in the vicinity of the danger. Those birds did not test him today, and, in the peaceful quiet, any disturbance was easily heard, such as faint footsteps of another hunter on the prowl. He did not need to rotate his ears to know from where the sound originated, and he remained still in the tree, eyes fixed on the reflection of his sword.
This foe moved well, and would have blended perfectly with the shadows were it not for the red eyes which betrayed its presence. A short, barely audible huff escaped him. Of course, just after he had concluded his quest to solely hunt and kill purewalkers for his development, now he did not need to spend the greater portion of his life tracking them down. No, now they came to him instead.
He lifted his head and stretched, once again testing the condition of his garments. Still wet, but perhaps that was a good thing. He had just washed them, and he did not need to wear them to fight. They would remain clean; the same could not be said for his fur or his blade. He stood, turning his head towards the feral foe skulking in the treeline.
"Don't waste any more time," he spoke, breaking the silence, gaze fixed on his new challenger.
► Word Count | 240 ◄
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 5:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 5:40 pm
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"Posturing?" he returned while she approached the spring. The blood on her fur did not interest him; it was only natural for a walker to be covered in blood. This one shared his proclivities, and that point was what he found interesting. "Forcing you to show yourself is 'posturing?'" He laughed, sitting on his perch. "Be honest with yourself: if I hadn't, you'd have stayed in the safety of the shadows, watching and waiting..." his voice trailed off when he noticed her leave her sword and armor behind. He leapt down, landing quietly on the ground next to her items. Without her permission, he began examining her sword, first the saya, then the blade. It was curved, as well as shorter and thinner than his own.
There were many different types of swords, and Ashura was familiar with them all. These particular blades were used primarily for close-quarters combat, and also excelled for execution of assassination techniques due to their small size. He returned his gaze to her, a smile contrasting sharply with his intense, piercing eyes. "You are an assassin," he concluded, curious to see how she would counter. Verbal sparring could be just as much fun as physical combat, after all.
► Word Count | 203 ◄
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 6:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 6:43 pm
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"You know, you talk a lot for an assassin," he said as he continued to examine her sword while she spoke about how fights 'normally' commenced. "Don't make so many assumptions of your opponent. You don't know how they fight." Ashura was not one to circle and test his opponents as she described. He normally did not spare any words, either. He was direct, efficient, and perhaps she would learn that soon enough.
"And what are you gonna do about it? I have the sword," he taunted.
He considered her next words, the smile fading from his maw. "A tool..." he mused aloud, while she spoke of claws and fangs. He chuckled. "If that's true, then you wouldn't mind me taking this. Clearly, you don't need it, you know, if 'claws and fangs work just as well.'" Even if she did need it, she obviously did not respect it. Either way, they would find out if her words were true soon enough. In a smooth motion, he drew her blade, then lunged at her. It did not matter if she was prepared for an attack or not, for he did not need to rely on early opportunity for victory. Those opportunities would reveal themselves as a duel progressed, and he was quite keen at discerning those moments. So, he engaged, frighteningly fast and confident in his actions.
He would see exactly how those claws and fangs fared against "unusual" weapons.
► Word Count | 240 ◄
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 7:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 7:33 pm
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Ah, so she was one of the irritating ones. What was it with all of his opponents revealing themselves to be cowards?
He huffed, unamused with her antics, and stabbed her blade into the ground before him. "So much for not wasting my time." He could hear her circling him. He knew this game; he had played it many times before, and it never worked in his opponent's favor. She lacked the confidence to engage him, and so, he controlled the fight. Unless she could contend with him in combat, she could not hope to subdue him.
"You know how else you learn? By fighting your foes," he countered. "The shadows can't hide your weakness."
He quieted, save for a low growl of discomfort. The shift from feral to stallion was always uncomfortable; it was far easier to shrink than grow. His bones elongated and realigned, muscles growing and repositioning to match. His shift had always been slower than others, and he knew it left him vulnerable. It obvious that he not consider her a threat at all.
► Word Count | 178 ◄
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 7:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 8:10 pm
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Her actions confirmed his beliefs about her. She lacked confidence. She needed to believe she had an advantage before she struck. No matter, it was not like he was too unfamiliar with fighting while shifting. It hurt, and it slowed down his movements, but he was still dangerous. Furthermore, he had the advantage of size and reach, with little effect on his speed, shifting aside.
At this point, he could not speak, and, therefore, could not counter her ridiculous assertion at that moment. Fluidly, he drew her blade from the ground, rotating to meet her. After repelling her attack, he countered with his own, an upward slash exactly opposite the downward slash he used to parry her strike.
► Word Count | 120 ◄
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 8:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 8:39 pm
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He had her. What options did she have, at this point? His shift was nearly complete, and he towered over the tiny kitsune. Despite the darkness of her fur, his mark was clear, and she knew she was in trouble. He was clearly delighted, poised for victory. So, what would she do?
Initially, he was surprised that she opted for such a straightforward attack, since he expected her to return to the shelter of the shadows. He moved to side-step her attack and slay her with one of his own; the opening was clear, and he swung her blade.
He missed. She changed her trajectory, instead moving towards the tree. He should have expected the feint, but there was still time to correct his misstep. He lunged after her, noticing her attempt to shift as well to compete with him. It was futile. He caught her in his grasp, bringing them both to the ground. He had her firmly pinned with her blade pressed against her throat. After a few moments, he flicked his eyes upward, realizing why she moved in this direction. He chuckled as he released her sword, then smirked down at her. "I thought 'claws and fangs work just as well,'" he teased.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 8:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2020 9:16 pm
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Ashura should not have been feeling any more pain. His shift was complete, and yet his neck felt as though he had been cut... She got him. Had she been able to target her attack instead of swinging out of desperation, she could have struck fatally, too. "Maybe not... but you had a chance." He assessed her, maintaining pressure to restrain her. Though she responded calmly, her eyes betrayed her frustration.
"You know how to kill; you don't know how to fight."
He released her, leaving her blade with her as he lifted himself. "You can learn, just like I did." He gestured to a sword with a wave of his paw. "That is not just a tool; it's an extension of yourself. It has more ability to kill than any fang or claw if you know how to wield it."
Ashura paused, considering whether or not he wished to pursue apprenticing another walker. Genichiro was an enormous investment of time, and yet his failure left a longing for success in his heart. This vixen had potential, nearly equal to Genichiro. She was wrong to say her strength lied in the shadows; strength resided within, if only one could control it.
He did not want an apprentice. No, he wanted a legacy, and he saw its beginnings in this walker before him.
"I can teach you." What choice did she really have? The alternative would be to fight him again. "You can become your ultimate weapon."
► Word Count | 246 ◄
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