Willows
05-09-2020, 10:59 PM
When Malalia felt herself jerk backwards, the breath exploding from her lungs as her chest hit the earth, she knew she'd lost. She let out a breathy chuckle, taking a moment to gain her bearings. Damn! Another match lost... though she didn't feel the usual frustration from failing. Only admiration for the warrior, and a kind of lightness. It had been fun. Bereft of the pressure of winning, or trying to get a move right, or live up to her own expectations.
Her hindlegs dug into the earth and she pushed herself up to her four paws, just beginning to around and congratulate her opponent -- but she was, yet again, dunked to the fucking ground. Cairo tackled her, and Mal let out a yelp of surprise as she tumbled right back down. She swiveled around to cast an indignant green glare at the Valhallan, but seeing his grin, her ears flattened. She scrambled for words... and found none. "Pffffffft—!"
The yearling gave a sudden push to his shoulder before hopping to her paws, dancing away. "You should really wipe that grin off your face," she chided, a joking threat. She'd seen the praise in his expression, and it rose her spirits. Not that she'd let him know that (if her wagging tail wasn't telling enough). The yearling cleared her throat and whirled back around, the picture of nonchalance. "I suppose I should congratulate you... But seriously," she chuffed, "You're a great fighter! You'll definitely make Beta at four."
She considered briefly if she should go home after this.... but she hadn't eaten for a while. She wondered if Cairo was on a strict schedule. "Still wanna see if that young deer is around?"
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