Elysia had a distaste for most other women. There were two so far that she could say she liked. And so far that was Absinth and Kaino. But she knew she had to push past that and get to know the others she now called family and bandmates. There was one in particular she couldn’t put her paw on it but she felt slightly discontent with; Yarra. Though it was likely just elysia’s own jealousy making her feel that way.

She barely knew the woman, and the only information she had about her was from her two headed Sidi. So she decided to be the bigger person and get to know her. To push past her initial feelings and try to establish some sort of relationship there. Especially as they were stuck living with each other now.

Throwing her head back she called for her. Willing to push aside her initial opinions and try her best to make things cordial between the two.

Yarra is surprised at the call, eyes immediately narrowing in suspicion. she knows very little about her supposed cousin, only that she’s arrived with her brother in toe and seems to have met Seph prior to the Saxe reunion. admittedly, Yarra finds it all a little too convenient for comfort, but if Sephiran has let them into their ranks then she supposes there’s little she can do about it. doesn’t mean they’re gonna braid each other’s hair or anything, of course. in fact, Ely has seemed just as content as Yarra to keep each other at arms distance. so it’s with a healthy level of hesitation that she answers the call, moving through the territory to meet the other woman with a cautious sway to her step. “well, this is…unexpected,” she muses, lifting a probing brow. “what can i do for you, hon?” "Speech"

Elysia saw the woman approaching before her voice cut through the air around them. And honestly she was just as surprised as Yarra was. They both seemed ready to ignore the other, so the fact that yarra even bothered to show to this summons was interesting. "Indeed, it is" was her nearly bored response. Unlike when she called upon her other bandmates to bond with, she didn't have any direct plans for them. Instead, she was winging it this time. She needed to get to know yarra if she had any hope of trusting her to watch her ass in a fight. So here she was, prepared to do just that.

"I think we need to talk, we're family after all" Her purple and blue gaze bore into yarra's green eyes. Rolling her shoulders a bit she didn't look away from her cousin, if anything she held her head high waiting to see how the other woman would react to her statement.

"we have a common goal in life now, serving Sephrian, helping him claim his birth right and to do that we need to be able to trust each other, regardless of liking or disliking each other. We clearly got off on the wrong foot, and for my loyalty to Sephrian to my Family, id like to put an end to the bad air between us so that we can establish some sort of....Common ground" She voiced her desires to mend whatever bad vibrations they had, her tone as sincere as it could be.

"Ely & Ezekiel"

well, Yarra certainly hadn’t been anticipating this. a little tete a tete to hash out their underlying conflict? it’s certainly different than what the Saxe woman is used to; she who has only known resolution in the form of bloodied fists and blackened eyes. but isn’t that what’s so fun about her new relatives? she doesn’t know what to expect from them, can’t even begin to anticipate their next moves. its…thrilling and dangerous simultaneously. hmm. Yarra is largely silent as Ely speaks, expression carefully blank as she lets her cousin’s words roll over her. it’s only once she’s fallen silent that Yarra says her peace, every syllable rolling off her tongue like honey. “my, how…mature of you.” she giggles, impish but lacking derision, and begins to walk a slow circuit around her cousin. “i think, perhaps, you might be right: we can’t waste time fighting among ourselves if we seek to erect our empire.” the circuit becomes tighter, until Yarra is so close she can brush Ely’s shoulder, assuming her cousin hasn’t scampered away. in fact, that is precisely what she attempts: a barely-there rub of fur on fur. “tell you what,” Yarra begins, aiming to breath the words against Ely’s ear, “why don’t we have ourselves a little showdown. i don’t just offer anyone my respect, you know. you’ve got to earn it.” a twisted little grin hikes up one corner of her mouth, and she takes a single claw through the earth at her feet. “show me what you’re made of, cousin.” Yarrabelle vs Ely for Spar Round 0/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Intellectual "Speech"

Elysia wasn’t easily unnerved, that had been trained and instilled into her as a child. So when Yarra began to circle her, she stood her ground, trolling her shoulders a bit and lifting her head higher. She wasn’t intimidated by yara in the slightest. If the woman wanted to try, that was on her. “Like what you see?” She teased as yara’s shoulder pushed against her own.

Elysia smirked softly. “If a fight is what you want, a fight is what you’ll get Yarra” she said almost bored. Shifting her gaze towards Yarra now. “But do remember at the end you asked for this” she sniped at her.

Battle was Elysia’s bread and butter. Though she didn’t know what kind of training Yarra had undergone she had to have faith in her mother’s teachings and her own skills now. She’d been bested twice before since her arrival here, once by Aresenn and once by Sephrian himself. She wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

She wouldn’t wait, no, she was going to strike first. And that was her plan, locking eyes on Yarra’s frame as she rushed forward. Feigning like she was about to strike on the woman’s left side she waited till the last second and attempted to use her size and speed to get a grip on yarra’s throat.


"Ely & Ezekiel"

Ely vs Yarrabelle for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Advanced Fighter

’but do remember at the end you asked for this.’ Yarra scoffs, unsure if she’s offended at the notion or delighted. her cousin is proving herself to be quite the spitfire, and the Saxe woman hasn’t decided if it’s something she wants to fan higher or snuff out. perhaps their spar will provide proper clarity? shifting into a defensive stance, Yarra tenses as Ely rushes at her, shifting to protect the left side of her body - which, of course, leaves the rest of her open and vulnerable to attack. Yarra snarls as Ely’s jaws close around her throat, twisting in her grip and snapping her own teeth in warning. writhing in her cousin’s grip, she attempts to contort herself in such a way that will allow her to gain purchase on Ely’s ear, hoping to feel the crunch of cartilage between her teeth. at the same time her forepaws come up and aim to hook around Ely’s neck, allowing Yarra both balance and leverage should she prove successful. Yarrabelle vs Ely for Spar Round 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Intellectual "Speech"

Elysia’s teeth successfully latched on her cousin throat. A short lived success as yarra’s body began to move, to wrap around her own, and quickly searing hot pain ripped through her ear. Narrowing her eyes as a heavy leg was tossed over her neck.

Elysia took a moment to compose herself. To decide what her next move should be. Still latched to her cousin she decided that she didn’t really care all that much about her ear, or that Yarra was bigger and heavier. After all, the bigger they are the harder they fall.

With that in mind, elysia tightened her grip on Yarra’s throat and began the let her body go limp, hoping the sudden downward weight would give her a moment to get free.

At the last second of her body going limp, Elysia sucked in a breath as she aimed to rip her own ear from Yarra’s grasp, and if successful she would aim to dive under Yarra to kick at her soft belly while rolling out from under Yarra.


"Ely & Ezekiel"

Ely vs Yarrabelle for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty:

Ely goes limp in her grip, and Yarra can do nothing but fall with her, body hitting the floor as her cousin’s ear slips from between her teeth. blood bathes her tongue, it’s iron tang filling her nose and gathering a string of salvia all her bottom lip. grinning, the Saxe woman runs a tongue along her teeth, savouring the taste and taunting Ely in the face of her wound. but she’s quickly distracted by the wounds openly up along her underbelly, pain blazing a hot trail through her as she writhes to escape those unyielding claws. snarling, Yarra lashes out with a hint paw and attempts to land a blow on Ely’s face as she wiggles free, hoping to hit something vital - to leave a mark so that Ely will be reminded of her dear cousin everytime she sees her own reflection. Yarrabelle vs Ely for Spar Round 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Intellectual "Speech"

And the winner is...

YARRABELLE

ELY must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: ELY: Attack Roll: 99 Defense Roll: 42 Agility Roll: 58 Perception Roll: 19 Total: 218 Attack[99] + 10% Bonus[9.90]: 108.90 Defense[42] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 42.00 Agility[58] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 58.00 Perception[19] + 15% Bonus[2.85]: 21.85 Total[230.75] + 15% Bonus[34.61]: 265.36 YARRABELLE: Attack Roll: 75 Defense Roll: 74 Agility Roll: 84 Perception Roll: 54 Total: 287 Attack[75] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 75.00 Defense[74] + 10% Bonus[7.40]: 81.40 Agility[84] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 84.00 Perception[54] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 54.00 Total[294.40] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 294.40

Elysia felt the pain as Yarra’s hind leg connected with the side of her skull, causing her to smack it against the ground. With a violent hiss she reeled away, her vision blurred and her head screamed with the pain that told her she’d smacked her head to hard on the ground.

Breathing heavily she narrowed her eyes at Yarra. “Well fought Yarra. I can’t wait to do this again” she cooed before turning to leave. The taste of yet another defeat sat heavily on her body.

Her fur bristled at her own failures as she left her cousin to her victory.

"Ely & Ezekiel"

Yarra grins, relishing Ely's hiss of pain. she swallows a mouthful of blood, lapping up the taste, heat licking up her veins in the aftermath of battle. "well-fought, cousin. you might actually prove useful after all." she snickers to herself, watching Ely's retreat with deep satisfaction. and yet, it's as though something has...shifted between them. there's a newfound sense of respect for the woman, an acknowledgement of their skills. yes, Yarra thinks to herself, there's indeed something salvageable here. - exit Yarra "Speech"