It was early afternoon by the time he made his way towards the sandy territory. This was his second time encountering the beach. The first time, he had given little attention to the ocean. His ability to swim was mediocre at best. He made his way down to the waters side first. Where the beach met the ocean, he found pine-like trees growing in sections of the shallows. He skirted about the gently lapping tide, and looked back up across the beach. His eyes found the large barracks building. He used that to orientate himself, as he began to head in that direction. He found the training dummies shortly after, and the small fierce creature he called Master. Just… not to her face. “Lady Aslatiel” he said in greeting, dipping his head politely to his Mistress. Offering up a partial smile, as he nodded his head towards the practice dummies. “Mind if I join you?” "Speech"

Having left Basilisk to his own devices, Asla had made a beeline for the barracks and the training dummies. She was here almost every day. The girls baby fat was melting away and she was quickly turning into a lean, well muscled warrior. By the time she was fully grown, she would be a shapely thing. Her body would be slender and her legs would be long, despite her stature. She was getting there and one could just get a hint of what she would become.

Aslatiel was busy stuffing the dummies with more dried grass when the sound of approaching paws caught her ears. The girl glanced over her shoulder and cracked a grin as Bas drew close. His words pleased her and she nodded. "Of course. Would you like to use the dummies or would you rather fight me?" She grinned, flashing teeth and a mischievous grin. "I won't even wear my armor so you have a better chance of beating me." Behind her, the girls teal striped tail swished languidly back and forth. What would he choose?

No matter what Aslatiel might be becoming, she was in the here and now a respected, strong-minded wolf with tenacity and patience. She honoured a simple slave with simple measures of kindness, and sought his company like he mattered. To Basilisk, Aslatiel was the entire world. And truly, he had never seen a more exotic nor beautiful wolf in all his days.

He asked for her opinion, and he opened his mouth to fall upon one of his standard platitudes, and then found himself pausing. From what he knew of Asla thus far, she preferred him to pre-made remarks reordered for every occasion. When she asked his opinion, she meant it. He couldn’t simply defer to her better judgment. He had to actually choose. Sigh. Who knew a slave had to use their noggen?

However, judging by the small bits of information before him, the excitement in her tone, and the mention of leaving out her armour, he could make an assessment of her preference. Ah! A loophole. “It would be my honour to spar against you, My Lady. I feel it would be the expeditious method of testing my ability to yours, and seeing where I need to improve to stand by your side.”

"Aslatiel Fatalis" Aslatiel shrugged out of her quilled armor and placed it aside, careful not to bend any of the spikes. After shaking out her cream grey and teal coat, the young wolf moved forward and out onto the open plain where they would have more room to move. Basilisks words met her ears and the girl rolled her eyes lightly. "Regardless of your skill, you'll be by my side anyway, will you not?" "Get ready," she said, settling into the all so familiar battle stance. The girl aligned her spine, tucked her ears, held her tail out straight for balance and dipped her chin slightly. She was nice enough to wait until Bas prepared as well before she made her attack. Claws digging into the ground, Asla sprinted forward. She feigned right, but skirted to the left, aiming to slam her right shoulder into his right shoulder and spin him off balance.

Aslatiel Sirin Fatalis vs (opponent) for (fight type)
Round 1/2?
Age: Over 1.
Size: Small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Bat, Female - Flying
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Hunter & Master Fighter
Specialty: Knight

[b] “Of course, Mistress” [/v] he said immediately, no hesitation, no doubt. By her side was the only place he wanted to be, now that he had discovered its existence. She was strange and exotic, with the most bizarre ideas on how to treat a slave. She was also, inexplicably his. His to serve with obedience and respect and love.

He rolled on the balls of his feet, letting himself be lithe and limber, even as he tucked his chin and rolled his shoulders. He did not know her fighting style yet, so he had to be ready for anything.

When she came at him, it was with the sound of claws digging into the earth. He had not forgotten her strangely long claws, but he had no defense against them. Her shoulder slammed his as he contemplated claws, and he pivoted with the force of the blow, even as he raised a paw and tried to grab at one of her forpaws. To knock her off balance. His teeth snaked forward, trying to grab at her cheek

Basilisk vs Aslatiel for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Healer & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A.

"Aslatiel Fatalis" "I'm not old. Don't call me Mistress!" His paw reached out to wrap around her own but it would be to his detriment. Rather than trip her up, Aslatiel unleashed her razor sharp kitten claws to potentially dig into his flesh, thus holding them together. As his teeth came for her face, the quick girl ducked her head under, going for the soft spot right at the back of his jaw. She wouldn't bite hard, but she definitely intended to bite. That's what fighting was all about, afterall. She wouldn't maim him, but he'd definitely feel it. She liked this; sparring with him. There was something particularly invigorating about sparring with someone that you were attracted to. It was always breathtaking to spar with Indigo simply because she knew what the end result would be. Would it be the same with Bas or would it be something else entirely? She would soon find out.

Aslatiel Sirin Fatalis vs Basilisk for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1.
Size: Small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Bat, Female - Flying
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Hunter & Master Fighter
Specialty: Knight

His muzzle split into a grin at her words. He said it, of course, to needle her. Now that he knew her better, and valued her opinion. Teasing her came with the programme, and it was his honour and privilege to do so.

Uck, the claws. He had tried to swipe at the right angle to avoid them, but she was quick and dexterous. He felt the bite of those claws in his paw as she foiled his swipe. He tried to change it into shoving his elbow into her throat. Both to defensively dislodge her claws, and offensively hurt her.

She dodged his face attack just as efficiently. He turned his own head into her attack, jaws parted wide. Almost like inviting a kiss, hoping her attack still landed, and he could bite down on her muzzle. Kiss indeed.

Basilisk vs Aslatiel for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Healer & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A.

And the winner is...

ASLATIEL

BASILISK must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 85.75 92 83.6 80.3 ASLA'S total is.. 427.06 Adjusted rolls: 79.8 2.1 90 9 BASILISK'S total is.. 198.99

The little warriors body thrummed and pulsed as the heat of battle filled her. With Basilisk coming in with his mouth wide, she wouldn't disappoint him. Rather than bite behind his jaw as she planned, Aslatiel met his open mouth with her own. His teeth sliced her lower lip as their mouths crashed together, but she believed that the action would throw him off enough that she could use her hold on his leg to jerk it out from beneath him, thus making him lose his balance.

Asla had used this kind of attack before. No one really expected another to repel attacking jaws in kind. That was why she made it a point to do it whenever she could. Besides, if this got a little rise out of the earthen brute, then she would be even more tickled. If he fell, she'd stand over him and kiss him better. If he didn't, she'd make him stand over her (Duh, he was much taller) and kiss her better. Everyone wins. Nobody loses.