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by Atzi on May 11th, 2011, 2:39 am
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by Rhuryc on May 11th, 2011, 5:49 am
Getting Atzi to sleep in her own bed was impossible. Whenever he mentioned it she gave him that look. Even if he was firm, she would disappear and later he would wake to her having boomeranged back to him. So it was that he gave up. After the first few nights he abandoned the idea and resulted to sleeping with pants on. When he awoke to the insidious prodding of the Kelvic he was not surprised. In the least. He had the day off, after all, and she had been waiting for this morning for some time. As to not disappoint, he offered the woman a sleepy grin and rolled over, his blankets discarded in favor of a cold morning. Slipping out of bed Rhuryc stretched and made to wash his face, going over a few necessities before they left the cabin. Food, for one. He grabbed some of the dried meats and some cheeses, split them between the two, and donned his casual garments. Breeches, boots, tunic, coat. A fur cloak was thrown over the mess and his sword belted to his side. Rhuryc grabbed his flask and they were off. Not too cold. Good. Their spot was not quite so far away from the city. Still within eye sight, they picked out a location away from the main road leading into the gates and behind a high, slopped hill. When Atzi spoke he turned to the woman and removed his sheath from his belt, tossing it aside along with his cloak. It was far too dangerous to even think about using real weapons. How silly. She would if he asked, though, and that much almost disturbed him. "I'll warm the water myself." He spoke while he removed his coat, the thick leather discarded alongside the rest of his equipment. Briefly, he averted his gaze and allowed Atzi her privacy - though it was often that she forgot he had such sensibilities - turning back only once he felt the gentle muzzle at his hand. He grinned and ruffled her ears, the scratch sliding down from her head to the neck, and eventually winding up below her chin. She seemed to like that more than anything. He stopped and set his eyes on her level, knee placed against the snow. "I don't have trouble with men, I know how they move. I can't recall how many times something, ah, larger has had me pinned, though. And if we're going to be traveling, I want you to be able to defend yourself." He leaned forward and set his forehead against Atzi's muzzle. "Don't go easy, hm? I'll be fine." He stood back up. Taking a few steps back, he turned and dug his heels into the ground, arms out at his sides. "On you, cat." |
by Atzi on May 12th, 2011, 9:57 pm
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by Rhuryc on May 13th, 2011, 9:19 am
Rhuryc smirked. Atzi did not like the nickname, or rather, maybe she did not understand it. No matter. He watched his new opponent. She circled. The wolf had done that. Was that just a habit of the wild? He mused only for a moment. Otherwise he kept his full attention on the Kelvic, There was a method to her madness. The taunt, powerful muscles, the constant breath as it left his muzzle. It was a pattern. He did not so much as watch the Tiger as watch her motions. The gentle rise and fall of the paw, the almost gentle cant to her movements. Natural, graceful, deadly. Only when she stopped did he feel at odds. The twitch in her muscles was subtle and quick. One moment she considered, the next she pounced. The window was short. Rhuryc dropped to a knee. As Atzi came in he dipped his shoulder and tossed his weight forward, his body rolling to the side and away from her path. As the Tiger landed the man recovered. He turned, his feet digging into the ground while his hands hit the snow. With a pivot he shifted and lunged. Already close, he lanced out with both arms and attempted to wrap them around the Kelvic, his boots digging into the ground once contact was made in an effort to push and tackle the over sized cat. Not the smartest of maneuvers - Rhruyc had no idea what she was capable of in a grapple - but then again that was the entire point of the exercise. It was not every day you had a jungle cat that wouldn't eat you. |
by Atzi on May 16th, 2011, 6:36 pm
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by Rhuryc on May 17th, 2011, 5:02 am
Well. That didn't work. Rhuryc found the tiger's paws wrapped around his body. Any other occasion and he would have started punching at the beast's sides, fighting for his life, but instead of biting down, she licked his face. Huh? Unless that was the common technique of defending herself, Rhuryc was not too sure Atzi understood the meaning of "don't go easy". Oh well. He was trapped and the desire to punch the Kelvic was next to zero, so instead he laid there, arms around about the giant cat as she cleaned him. When he did he last bathe? Not so long ago. Maybe his hair smelling like cat was not the best of ideas. As if he could do anything. She had him trapped. So he scratched her sides and buried his face into her chest. Having a pet tiger was an exhilarating experience, and her ability to grasp abstract concepts was endearing. Like the idea of not biting his face off. After a minute or two Rhuryc sighed. So much for the wrestling idea. "Atzi." He said, glancing up at the tigress. He lifted a hand and scratched under her chin. "Let me up, hm?" After some fuss he wiggled free and rolled aside, catching himself before he hit the snow and jumping up to his full height. He looked down at the giant cat, considering. If every endeavor was going to end like that then it was a waste of time. Of training time. Maybe this was play for her. She had been couped up more than she was most likely used to. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I'm not sure what I was expecting. How about some exercise? I imagine those legs of yours could use a good stretch." A few steps brought the man to his coat. He slung the heavy, thick leather back over his torso and nodded, turning to take off. They could follow their own tracks back to his equipment. |
by Atzi on May 17th, 2011, 5:04 pm
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by Rhuryc on May 18th, 2011, 2:47 am
Rhury'cs legs took him at a nice, ease pace. It wasn't so much a chase as it was an exercise. His feet slapped against the powdery winter wastes, boots crunching along without so much as a clue to the creature behind him. He was getting better at this whole running thing. He was careful to measure his breath, in through the nose, exhale through the mouth, arms pumping in tandem with the rise and fall of his stride. His whole body was involved. On occasion his torso would twist or his shoulders would slouch, but despite the difficult terrain he managed to keep up a steady pace, buffeting the winds as it came his way. Almost at once his lungs burned. The sharp intakes of cold air was a deterrent to simply breathing let alone exercising, but it was his custom to ignore such things. It was almost pleasant to get out and be mobile. That was until Atzi decided to catch up. He heard the bounding. Confused, he turned his head over his shoulder just in time to see the tigress leap from the behind and slam into his back. He went tumbling down. Owe. She was heavy. They rolled, or at least, she rolled, and he was along for the ride. When they came to a stop he felt her paws wrap around his sides and pin him to her chest - again - the sheer strength of the animal keeping him in place. Son of a bitch. He pushed. Nothing. He glanced up. For a moment they locked eyes, the growl of his companion filling his ears with a challenge. Ah. That much he understood. She was stronger than him. At least now. The most obvious means of freedom was simple. Beat the crap out of her. In any other occasion he would just send several blows to her exposed midsection, maybe even stab at her face; but, he sort of liked the Kelvic. Instead he shifted. He brought his hands in and dragged his shoulders down, his body configuring until he was able to get some movement to his arms. He wiggled. That was difficult. With a struggle he managed to free a hand and grasp one of Atzi's paws. He pulled. Nothing. He shoved. Nothing. He grunted. Were those claws? How lovely. Maybe if he tried lower. "You know, when I said exercise I meant a jog. Not attack me." He chuckled into the Kelvic's fur as he moved his hand down, fingers wrapping about the back of the tiger's ankle joint. This worked on humans, why not animals? Pressure. He shoved a nail into the back of the joint. That must've stung. The hold loosened. Aha! Rhuryc shoved his shoulder into Atzi's chest. Moving fast, he brought his other arm around and pushed, freeing his side from the intense grip of his companion. His legs came next. He kneed the tiger in the side, his torso lifting as he pushed himself free and hit the snow. He rolled away and swung his feet around, turning and jumping back up. Hah! He spun and faced the woman, arms coming up to rest over his chest. "I imagine it would be easier with a sword." |
by Atzi on May 18th, 2011, 5:15 am
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by Rhuryc on May 18th, 2011, 8:58 am
Rhuryc ruffled the hair on her head. He knew she liked the chin, but for some reason he was more found of prodding about the Kelvic's ears. Some things he would never understand. Oh well. After their routine petting session - or at that's what it appeared to be - he turned and started off after the tiger, hiking his pace just enough to catch up. The burning returned. How pleasant. With the sun already high the temperature was bearable, enough so anyway with the both of them generating so much heat. They ran alongside each other for some time, silently stomping through the snow-drifted fields on the outskirts of Avanthal. From out here the city was majestic. Quiet, peaceful, the wall surrounding it almost glittered in the sunlight, shining brilliant beneath the morning sky. For once Rhuryc could appreciate something. That felt nice. They stopped. If only for a moment. The man glanced down at the Kelvic and set a hand atop her head, his vision fixed to the city in the distance. "It's nice from out here, but I don't think we belong there." His head bobbed. "At least not permanently. Hah. Too damn cold." He offered Atzi a grin and a laugh before he started back off again, only this time he bolted forward at a full sprint, waving the tiger to follow. Why not make some fun of it? Following their tracks back to the gear, Rhuryc juked the Kelvic to the best of his ability. As she got near he would slow, suddenly, and switch over to her other side, stopping just long enough for her to get ahead and come back, then once more sprinting away. He did this for the majority of their return trip. To have some kind of companionship again was refreshing. Rhuryc was having fun. What in all the hell was that? And there wasn't even any alcohol involved. Finally, upon returning to their spot, the man recollected his items, clipping the sword back to his belt and slinging his fur coat up over his shoulders. "Your feet must be getting cold by now. You should put your boots on." And with that he turned away, his eyes drifting away from what he was sure would be the woman's naked form. He had become accustom to that, Atzi being without clothing - she didn't much prefer it - but he would never stare. Not yet, anyway. |
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