ardent

make me strong

dad spar



Theory

Avalon
Healer

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (240)

An icon representing the specialty Fertile Fertile
age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
495
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
795
player
Xarae

Pride - BisexualSamhain 2022WealthyThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 31K
OverachieverCritical Attack!VolcanoLegendaryCritical Fail!Valentines 2020
Critical Hit!Christmas 2019Trick 2019Promptober 2019
06-18-2019, 11:10 AM (This post was last modified: 06-18-2019, 11:12 AM by Theory.)
Find #5
Theory leaned in to his touch, longing for a time when she was smaller and could run between his legs. She was invincible there. But she was large, and growing larger. She couldn't fit under there any more, and she wasn't entirely sure she really wanted to. If she was going to grow up to be the kind of diplomat that Abaven deserved, she couldn't go hiding behind her father or anyone else. Theo was determined.

She shuffled her paws and looked down at them. They were still much larger than the rest of her body and spoke to her adult height. Theory would be tall and well built once she grew into her adolescent frame. "I remember some," she conceded. Her life now seemed neatly divided into two parts: Before the fire and After the fire. What little she had learned of fighting before the thicket had been razed to the ground seemed far away and inconsequential. Theo could see where Rhyme was going with this - it would definitely help her work out all of this nervous energy.

"Okay. Let's," she agreed, crouching suddenly. Her head was tucked close to her chest to protect her neck and she tried to keep her center of gravity low so Rhyme wouldn't be able to knock her over. Logically, he had almost everything on her: experience, size, sheer strength. Theory knew if he managed to knock her over, their "spar" would be over in an instant. She tried to forget he was her father. Instead, she pictured the raging fire. From somewhere in the flames, she could have sworn that she heard Poem scream - but that might have just been from the recurring nightmares she'd been experiencing. This wasn't Rhyme. This was some mystery assailant, attacking her sister. The heir had to be protected.

Theory stalked circles around him, trying to use her small size to her advantage. If he didn't mirror her movements, she would sneak up quickly on his right side to aim a bite at his right front leg. If the blow landed, it would be quick and glancing. She didn't know how to pack a punch, and beneath the veneer of her imagination, he was still her father.

Theory vs Rhyme for Spar
Round 1/3
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Disability: Pup
Fight Skill Level: Beginner



"speech" & thought




Current time: 09-20-2024, 09:18 PM Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.