ardent

All Outta Bubblegum (pup training)



Artur

Loner

Expert Fighter (190)

Advanced Intellectual (70)

age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
25
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
97
player
Tealah

Critical Fail!Treat 2019
11-14-2018, 08:38 AM
Artur disciplined himself to stillness, though his little body wanted to quiver in excitement when his mother confirmed they were going to be doing fight training. Even Cairo had showed up sounding somewhat less stuffed up than usual. Caelia hadn't yet, but Artur knew she wasn't going to let herself miss this either. But his brow knitted in confusion as his mother started the lesson. How was fighting not about knowing how to attack people? Wasn't that what fighting was? Who could force their opponent to submit? Though he supposed that being able to take as little damage as possible meant that you'd keep fighting longer and fight again sooner than if you got hurt every time and had to see healers and get chewed up pieces of plants and mud put all over you. He still thought hitting first and hardest was the best way to win a fight, but... once they were older and their teeth could do real damage they could probably get really hurt badly if they just stood there and got hit. He'd seen what some of the prey animals his mother brought to them looked like, with gruesome wounds, and the thought of getting wounds like that of his own didn't... didn't really frighten him but... certainly made him thoughtful.

Chewing over this new idea, he was not the first to answer her question, nor the second. Or third. Or fourth, because even Caelia had shown up while he was mulling it over and answered. But he was still paying attention to his siblings, and he squinted thoughtfully at Geoffrey when the smaller boy gave his answer. In part because oh yes, Geoff, he'd definitely be remembering this for next time, and in part because thinking about the prey animal wounds and applying them to the idea of your opponent... he could definitely see going after the belly being really, really bad for someone.

After a moment he decided on his own answer and said, without any particular inflection, "The throat." He'd felt his own blood pulsing there when he was running really hard, and feel his breath being drawn in through the tube thingy there, so it seemed really important. But he was still stuck on the idea Geoffrey had put forth.

"Mom," he asked thoughtfully after a beat, "do we have guts in our bellies like rabbits? Would they fall out if someone cut us there?"