Flashback Rough and Tumble Girls (Malvora)

[Shausha]

30 Fall 504
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Stalking down the sloping passage of a dank cave, Shausha cornered her prey. She held herself close to the ground and approached, fangs bared and ignorant of the fact that several of her teeth were missing. She could hear the target's small cries for freedom, but did not oblige with mercy. Her tiny clawed hand shot forward and grabbed her victim around the throat. “Ha-HA!” Shausha 'roared' in her tiny, callow voice, “Time to die!” Leveling eyes with her adversary, she tried to strike fear into its very soul; Her tiny wings wobbled and she squinted malevolently.

Pop! She twisted the mouse's neck. Completely complacent, Shausha tossed her hair and held the creature aloft as she paraded it through the caverns. When she arrived at her family’s section of cave, she stuck her juvenile, rounded belly out and presented her kill proudly to the slave that raised her.

“Shausha, Shausha,” her maternal slave clucked, “Look at you, covered in filth. Go right now to the spill pool and wash yourself. Just because you’re an animal, doesn't mean you have to look like one. Yes, thank you for the mouse.”

“It’s a rat!” Shausha countered, proudly. The woman tilted a brow at her warningly and Shausha had no choice but to obey. Scampering off, she took as many detours as possible to delay the washing.

Making her way to the puddle where rainwater run-off flowed, Shausha paused before sitting down. She scratched the back of her leg with a foot. Already there was a small girl about her age. At first, she thought it was a slave, but as she neared the pool, Shausha realized she had seen this girl before. Many times she had noticed this girl trotting after B'sentos, a man from a different patriarchal line than hers. With a grimace, Shausha remembered the time he had thumped her for pilfering a goat’s leg from his family’s meal pile.

Shausha sat across the pool from the strange girl, washing her feet and stealing glimpses. This girl was very strange; She looked like a Zith, but didn’t; She had no wings and her claws were rounded.

“Hey.” Shausha blurted, breaking the silence, “Who are you? Are you a Zith or what?” Before she could answer, Shausha continued, “Anyway, I’m Shausha. I just killed the biggest rat ever. I bet you’ve never killed anything half your size. Do you even know how to fight? I do. I win against the boys all the time.” She poked her bottom lip out and narrowed her eyes, waiting to see what this strange girl would do.

oocBear with me, I’ve never roleplayed a child before xD Hopefully it won’t come out too corny or cookie-cutter.

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[Malvora]

Malvora had been dwelling on several things when her eyes snapped open and she heard the footsteps of another girl. She whipped her head around, pinning the girl with dark eyes that could only see so much in the dark and followed the girl's path as she sat across from her at the pool and began to wash her feet. The dirt from the cave had no doubt accumulated on them. Malvora's feet were covered in dirt herself, as was the rest of her body. She carefully observed the child, who was clearly full Zith. B'sentos had warned her, numerous times indeed, to stay on her guard around the Zith children. He had warned her to stay on her guard in general around other Zith, for they might dislike her mixed blood.

"Hey. Who are you? Are you a Zith or what?"

Malvora opened her mouth to reply, the girl had spoken Zith, the language her father spoke to her in, and thankfully the language Malvora had learned the best. However, her response was stayed as the girl continued talking.

"Anyway, I'm Shausha. I just killed the biggest rat ever. I bet you've never killed anything half your size. Do you even know how to fight? I do. I win against the booys all the time."

Malvora's eyes narrowed. She was not much of a fighter, for her mother had plead with B'sentos to let her raise Malvora peacefully. She had promised B'sentos a son that she could raise however he desired if only he would let Malvora be raised peacefully. The Zith man had relented, but had informed her mother that Malvora would likely be killed if she didn't learn to fight. Or at the very least, become an outcast among the children. Malvora's rage beat against her chest as she once more analyzed the other child. Malvora was slightly larger, the full Zith girl was a bit more slender than Malvora--and probably always would be. Still, Malvora knew that her claws were wicked sharp and that those wings could deliver a beating if she couldn't yet fly.

"I'm Malvora," she hissed out, her eyes alight with the challenge that Shausha had cast, "my father is B'sentos, my mother..." she had nothing to follow her mother with, "my mother is a Vantha. Do you even know what that is, stupid?" She twisted her lips in a grimace as she got to her feet, "as for my fighting ability. Why don't we find out who's better." She sunk into a crouch, dark curls bouncing down to her shoulders, preparing for the attack that would no doubt come.

[Shausha]

3...2...1... Fight!
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Shausha snickered at at Malvora's clumsy accent, but stopped short when she was called 'stupid'. However, when the challenge came, she showed her gapped teeth in a smile. She hadn't been sure this mixed-up girl would accept her dare. Delighted, she matched Malvora's energy and unfurled her wings in new-found relish. A new friend to brawl with!

"Big mistake!" she warned and, using her wings to aid her in a giant hop across the pool, leapt forward. Malvora was taller and bigger than her, but so were most of the boys Shausha's age. There were several things that Zith children knew inherently about brawling: No wing tearing, no eye gouging, and the match ends when one submits.

Shausha began to wail on the half-and-half girl, testing her abilities. Using the advantage that she had created by landing on top of her, Shausha held one of her hands aside and tried to rake her face with a clawed hand. Either she missed or Malvora dodged because her undeveloped, brittle nails scraped against the stone floor. She felt a sting and realized the tip of her middle claw had snapped off.

She screeched, kicking Malvora away from herself. They circled each other, slowly. 'Humans are weak, weak, weak. I will find her human parts and get her there,' Shausha thought smugly.
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[Malvora]

Clearly, Shausha had a bit more fighting skill than Malvora. Still, that didn't stop her from knowing that she should try to avoid the smaller girl's claws. Malvora smirked in satisfaction as the girl kicked away from her wailing. She had clearly hit something that was a bit harder than her nails and that was not good for the nail's health. She knew all about the pain of breaking a nail, so she felt some pity, but not for long. She circled the other girl, keeping her eyes on the girl's weaker spots. She was full Zith, which made her a bit lighter than Malvora, the half human had gotten a bit sturdier of a frame. However, she also had sharper teeth--speaking of teeth. Malvora smiled wider, or rather bared her teeth as she leapt at Shausha awkwardly. She wished had wings in that moment, for they would have helped her reach the girl faster, nonetheless, she was fairly close.

She snapped at Shausha's arm, claws digging into the dark hair and attempting to grasp a piece to tug on. She was enraged now, her psyche fully Zith. She wanted to pull, she wanted to tear, and she wanted to win. The likelihood of that happening was not high at all, given that Shausha had probably fought a great many more fights than Malvora. Still, once this battle was done she wold probably have a new friend. B'sentos would be so proud.

Dragging her mind back into the fight, she pulled back from Shausha, aware that the girl would likely try to retaliate. Already, Shausha had landed some blows which were likely to bruise. Her mother would throw a fit. Often Malvora wanted to roll her eyes at her overprotective mother who protested that the Zith children played to rough. Perhaps that was why she was mocked as half-human, her mother could never have been seen as strong if she wouldn't let her daughter have some freedom. She circled the girl again, wondering what the best way to make her submit would be.

[Shausha]

Ow!
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Shausha kicked against Malvora's chest, thumping her feet repeatedly as she howled in pain. Her human teeth did not leave two pinpoints of pressure like a fanged set would; Instead, the two rows of pressure chawed down on her arm, bruising her soundly. Shausha sent a punch upwards, into the girl's chin, further deepening the bite for a moment, but causing Malvora to release. I'll show you a real bite, she thought angrily and opened her mouth wide to return the favor. Malvora kept her mouth at bay by pushing Shausha's forehead back with a straight arm. Swimming awkwardly, mouth open, she batted her wings as fast as she could in the girl's face.

When they separated again, Shausha contemplated the half-and-half girl. She certainly bit, scratched and growled like a zith. As they circled each other once more, Shausha tried to feign right, fumbling over her own feet and barreling straight into the girl. With a leg on either side of Malvora, Shausha tried to keep punching through the pain of her tearing hair. She snarled and screeched. For a moment, she considered submitting, but she would not let a human beat her! Renewing her vigor, she wrestled the girl's hand under her knee and pounded her tiny fists against the girl's arm that shielded her face.
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[Malvora]

She smirked as her mouth closed around flesh, knowing that her teeth wouldn't do as much damage as Shausha's would if she managed to bite her back. She fended off the bite, but couldn't do much about the wings flapping in her face, knowing better than to pull at them. Wings were off limits. She pushed back on the girl, getting some reprieve before Shausha tackled her again. Her hands tugged at thick dark locks, nails scratching at the skull of the girl. The punches that Shausha was landing, though not all of them were solid blows, were going to leave a great many bruises on the girl. Malvora punched back, aiming for Shausha's chest, her punch awkward and clumsy. She had never learned how to fight that way, or to fight at all really.

It was clear that she was going to lose from the moment Shausha managed to control her one hand. Malvora screeched like an angry cat, her other hand attempting to rake blunted but still formidable nails down her opponents arm. The girl was angry. Her dark eyes narrowed as she felt a blow strike her face. She lunged up, managing to free her hand as she attempted to throw the girl off of her. Finally, she grasped at her shoulders and gave a shove, hoping she would be successful as she fended of successive blows and attempted to land a few of her own, as well as snapping her teeth at any limb that got within striking range of her mouth.

She was panting from the effort, all of her senses focused on this opponent and proving that humans were as strong as Zith and that her human blood did not dilute her strength at all.

[Shausha]

pow pow pow asdfsadf
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Shausha screamed and wrestled the girl’s flailing arms away from her face. When she was shoved backwards, Shausha leaned forward, trying to stay on top of Malvora, trying to keep the upper hand. She dug her toe’s claws into the ground and shrilled in triumph. She fell upon Malvora again, landing some solid hits to her side while receiving a good cuff to her jaw. They rolled sideways, falling into the shallow puddle nearby. Splashing and kicking, Shausha vocalized her frenzy to win.

After a minute of arms flailing, legs splashing, nails scraping and teeth gnashing, Shausha’s flushed face lit with excitement when she felt Malvora’s strength fading. Taking one of the girl’s arms over her thigh, she planned on bending the girl’s arm backwards until she heard the delightful cry of submission. Before she had a chance, though, she was interrupted by the sound of children arriving. Three boys a year older than Shausha ran over to the rain pool and clamored with surprise and glee. She identified two of them as brothers she had fought before, and the third was their scrubby tag-along who shadowed them endlessly. Shausha sensed Malvora’s grip on one of her legs slackening, so she paused to wipe water from her eyes.

“Shausha’s beating up the halfsies girl!” the first brother jeered eagerly. He was rather chubby and could win any wrestling match against Shausha if she was not faster. For this reason, she counted on her speed to end matches before he could get a good hold on her.

“Lets help her!” the thinner brother hooted, giving his fat brother’s shoulder a shake. Shausha absolutely hated this brother. Her rivalry with him boiled in her stomach. He was fast and smart and had wicked claws. She was stronger, but his strikes hurt. Both of the brothers, in fact, were beginning to grow taller than her, displaying the trademark height difference between male and female zith.

“Yeah, she started the fight... so, B’sentos will thump her not us!” the third, offered gleefully. He looked eagerly at the two brother’s faces, awaiting praise. The brothers looked at each other, faces lit, and chattered in agreement. Shausha rolled her eyes. This boy was not a fighter at all. He preferred to fight dirty by thumping people with rocks while they were distracted or in a match with someone else.

“Hey, this is my fight! Don’t interrupt!” Shausha pouted, standing up from where she had Malvora pinned down. The boys approached, hands already outstretched in preparation to seize Malvora. “Don’t mess with us; We’ll take you down!” She kicked a wave of water at the three of them, who stopped to shield themselves with their wings.

"What, are you friends with the human-thing now?" her rival mocked.

"Will it matter when you wail your submission to us..." she said in a weak threat. Trying to recover, she added, "...which is what you'll do!"

Jumping out of the water, she helped Malvora to her feet. “I’ll beat you up later”, she guaranteed and, turning to the boys, she taunted, “first we gotta deal with these weaklings.” She tried to ignore the bruises that already ached from the previous brawl. Her heart beat hard against her ribs as they postured before the fight. In Shausha's childish mind, this was war. Malvora was a smart fighter, but not very fast. Quickly, she thought up a battle plan. "You get the fattie," Shausha whispered, "You take him down fast then help me, ok?"

“And no dirty tricks you little rat!" she screeched at the brothers' side-kick who was currently trying to conceal himself behind their spread wings. She crouched with Malvora, preparing their defense. The brothers lunged; Rather, her thin rival lunged and his brother did a sort-of double hop and skid.
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[Malvora]

It took Malvora several seconds to recover before she realized that they had observers. Hissing and growling low in her throat, she got to her feet as Shausha released her, glaring at the boy who dared assume that B'sentos would ever punish a child that was not his...and he wouldn't punish her either. The man would likely praise her for fighting so well, especially if she and Shausha managed to win. The insults were ignored. They were hardly insults at all. Yes, she was a half human, but she had held her own against Shausah for some time before she had been released. She rubbed a bruise absently and nodded as Shausha gave the commands, fixating her dark eyes on the fat boy. He stood an inch or so taller than her and was clearly nearly double her weight. It was unusual to see a fat Zith, but this was clearly a glutton.

As the two boys sprung, or in the case of her opponent moved forward in a lurching sort of manner, Malvora attacked. The poor form of her opponent gave her time to slash her fingernails across his cheek, smirking as blood welled from the cuts. She awkwardly evaded a punch and aimed her own at the fat boy's cheek. He stumbled and she tackled him, straddling his chest and wailing on him the way that Shausha had wailed on her. She was quick to land most of the blows on his face hoping to knock him out before he managed to buck her off. He threw up his hands in defense and she lashed out with her fingernails again, drawing them against the soft flesh. He whimpered beneath her, muttering his submission and she climbed off, hissing at him until he ran off. Then she turned to help the Zith girl.

"Need help, Shausha?" she asked, keeping a keen eye on the other boy who had come with the brothers. He would play dirty, she had a feeling, given from the way he lurked in the shadows. Lurkers. She loathed a coward, and she would love an excuse to beat him into submission. Of course, the threat of Shausha whaling on her later was not appealing, but at least they had something to bond over. The fact that she had managed to drive off one of the boys was promising. She kept her teeth bared, hissing threateningly at the third boy, daring him to come closer. If he did, she would show him that a half human was not weak. In fact, in some cases they might prove strong.

[Shausha]

Ow, hey, that kind of hurts.
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As the thin brother lunged at her, Shausha prepared for ultimate battle. She grabbed hold of his measly arms and rolled over top him, punching and kicking. Not staying long in the mount, he pushed her over and began his own barrage of jabbing at her tender sides. Desperately, she grabbed a handful of his long hair, wrenching at the roots and trying to pull his fangs from her shoulder. She pummeled the side of his face with a hand until he released his bite.

Shausha tried to separate herself so they could circle; She might be able to get the upper hand by knocking him over. However, he did not allow her any reprieve from the fight, grabbing her ankle and keeping her back under his wailing fist. Snarling and shrieking, she felt her animal blood pumping in her ears.

I will not submit, you little shit! she thought angrily.

At this point, the gaunt brother was trying to make her surrender by jabbing at her ribs repeatedly. Each new blow felt doubly painful than the last. When Malvora came over to help, she screamed for aid. Shausha was about to say something super witty like, "About time" , but something caught her eye. The brother's ratty friend appeared for the first time since the fight broke out, shuffling silently behind Malvora. In one hand, he held a large rock.

"Behind you!" Shausha shrieked, trying to blink tears out of her eyes and rolling sideways to protect her ribs.
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[Malvora]

Shausha's scream worried Malvora who prepared to engage in fighting the other brother. However, her warning shriek made Malvora whip around and bare her fangs at the other boy. He held a rock which he threw at her. She managed to dodge, but it still hit her on the shoulder. She winced back, grimacing as she threw herself at the boy. Her claws extended toward his face. She lashed down the side of his face and heard him snarl as he threw her off of him. She hit the ground hard. Clearly, this boy would be a bit hard to get rid of than the other.

She circled him warily, dark eyes watching him closely. As he lunged, she was ready, her fist striking him in the chest as he hit her. She stagger back, but he choked with the wind knocked out of him. She tackled him, holding him down as she slashed at his body with her long claws. He bucked up against her, and she lost her grip. This time, he held her down and pummeled at her. Shausha had done much the same thing.

Malvora caught his hair and yanked his head back, smiling bitterly as he let out a yowl of pain. She pushed him to the ground and gave him a hard blow to the side of the head with her fist. In response, he bit her arm, his teeth digging into her flesh. She screamed out her pain and returned the favor, digging her own teeth into his shoulder. He flipped her over as she did so, and she felt a whoosh as the breath left her. Tears welled in her eyes as she picked herself up off the floor. He was not as slow as the fat brother, that was the problem. If he had been slow, she could have hurt him before he could hurt her.

"Looks like humans really are as weak as everyone says. You're nothing compared to us." Anger welled in her chest, but she dropped her head, almost in submission. She kept her eyes on the ground, listening and waiting until he was close enough for her to pounce once more.

As he drew closer, she lunged at him, catching his shoulders and pushing him to the ground. Her claws drew across his face and he screamed at her, trying to throw her off. This time, however, she was determined to stay on and she continue to beat him, waiting for him to submit.