shock to your system [pupper fight lessons]
06-02-2018, 11:34 PM
The little kids were pretty cute the way they tried so hard to get the right answers. When her father spoke again she'd fix him with her eager mismatched gaze, tail still fanning the air as though it might not have an off button. Yeah, it was a lesson on the basics, and yeah she was pretttty sure she'd figured most of that stuff out by now, but honestly it was almost too easy to get excited about topics she liked. Call it fire or passion, whatever it was Caelestis had it in spades. Well, for the topics she cared about anyway. Other stuff... not so much.
Rhea seemed to take her little correction pretty well, and even cast a green eye over in search of answers when they were asked to demonstrate their defenses. If that didn't fan the flames of one's ego nothing would, oh my. Never one to miss an opportunity to, er, display her knowledge to the public, Caelestis would slip seamlessly into her best defensive posture.
Ears back, eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a snarl that was a little more fierce than the one's the still pudgy-cheeked kids could produce. Her hackles raised down her spine as her legs moved to rest equidistant beneath her with joints bent slightly for mobility and to lower her center of gravity. Head and tail aligned with her spine - and oh, she almost forgot to tuck her chin!
Once she was set, the girl would sidestep as gracefully as she could. Perhaps not quite the grace and fluidity of a fully trained fighter, but good for yearling with training that was sparse at best! Moving towards Caelum she'd drop her snarl long enough to ask, "Am I fierce yet, ma?" She could almost hear her mother thinking something about how couldn't be surprised the seriousness didn't last. Probably accompanied by a great big inward sigh.
Rhea seemed to take her little correction pretty well, and even cast a green eye over in search of answers when they were asked to demonstrate their defenses. If that didn't fan the flames of one's ego nothing would, oh my. Never one to miss an opportunity to, er, display her knowledge to the public, Caelestis would slip seamlessly into her best defensive posture.
Ears back, eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a snarl that was a little more fierce than the one's the still pudgy-cheeked kids could produce. Her hackles raised down her spine as her legs moved to rest equidistant beneath her with joints bent slightly for mobility and to lower her center of gravity. Head and tail aligned with her spine - and oh, she almost forgot to tuck her chin!
Once she was set, the girl would sidestep as gracefully as she could. Perhaps not quite the grace and fluidity of a fully trained fighter, but good for yearling with training that was sparse at best! Moving towards Caelum she'd drop her snarl long enough to ask, "Am I fierce yet, ma?" She could almost hear her mother thinking something about how couldn't be surprised the seriousness didn't last. Probably accompanied by a great big inward sigh.
Cael has facial scars not seen in all of her art yet!