07-23-2018, 05:34 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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stocking, all unsteady gait and awkward walk, limped forward, paws pressing into the gritty earth by the seashore.
oddly enough, stocking had never been averse to fighting. she had no trouble dealing with the physical, nor with getting down and dirty. the only issue was that she had been used to fighting with her swords, and now with those gone, she only had her bare strength and tactics to aid her in a fight. which probably wouldn't be much, considering she had no powers of her own as of now, while she was perceptive when it came to other things, she wasn't sure if those tactical capabilities extended in battle. stocking had been deadly, yes, but she could probably fight a beached whale and still lose.
yet she still wanted to try her hand at sparring. sure, she was still injured, but her leg was well on it's way to being healed, and it wasn't like her clanmates were out to grievously injure her. at least she hoped.
but then as her cyan gaze slid to the healer, malph's words came echoing into her head. she should be resting. not trying anything until she was at full health. perhaps she was thinking too much on it, but it would simply be dickish of her to stress out the other felidae and give him more work should she get injured again. she'd stay put for now.
if anything, she could watch. see how they did it, and perhaps assimilate their techniques into her own for the future.
"i won't be participating," stocking announced, making a move to sit for the sidelines.
oddly enough, stocking had never been averse to fighting. she had no trouble dealing with the physical, nor with getting down and dirty. the only issue was that she had been used to fighting with her swords, and now with those gone, she only had her bare strength and tactics to aid her in a fight. which probably wouldn't be much, considering she had no powers of her own as of now, while she was perceptive when it came to other things, she wasn't sure if those tactical capabilities extended in battle. stocking had been deadly, yes, but she could probably fight a beached whale and still lose.
yet she still wanted to try her hand at sparring. sure, she was still injured, but her leg was well on it's way to being healed, and it wasn't like her clanmates were out to grievously injure her. at least she hoped.
but then as her cyan gaze slid to the healer, malph's words came echoing into her head. she should be resting. not trying anything until she was at full health. perhaps she was thinking too much on it, but it would simply be dickish of her to stress out the other felidae and give him more work should she get injured again. she'd stay put for now.
if anything, she could watch. see how they did it, and perhaps assimilate their techniques into her own for the future.
"i won't be participating," stocking announced, making a move to sit for the sidelines.
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