Post by Calantha on Nov 25, 2015 1:12:31 GMT -5
Hannibal’s agreement to spar and Graham’s reluctant acceptance made Calantha beam, glad that she was helping in some way, though it may have only been a small one. She was not particularly skilled when it came to fighting, but she’d been taught to defend herself, and they were lessons that she’d never forgotten. ”I wouldn’t mind at all,” she assured him, grinning as she glanced towards Hannibal. Calantha had been called a ray of sunshine once in her youth; she was perpetually happy, it seemed, as long as she was helping someone else. In this case, after learning of her new friend’s disabilities, she could only hope that she could help Graham learn how to fight – or at least defend – so that he would have a better chance of protecting his companion should the need arise.
He spoke of his mother, and she sobered, listening with a furrow between her eyes. She could not understand how a mother would be so cruel to her own child, though she knew it wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. While Calantha’s own mother was the only reason she was even alive and breathing now, she knew that not every femme was programmed to love their own children unconditionally. For a moment, she was afraid. What if she and Rikez did become mates? They would eventually have children, and what if she wasn’t a good mother? But then looking at Hannibal, Calantha decided that it would not be so. She would never make her children flee from her very presence as Hannibal’s mother had. She was determined of it. ”I’m sorry that you experienced that, Hannibal,” she said softly. ”But I’ve very glad you escaped it. Thank you for sharing with me.”
There was nothing more she could say then, so she let her sincerity show in the gleam of her saffron orbs as she silently stepped away from Hannibal, giving him space for their approaching spar. She cast a fierce grin in his direction – or what she hoped was, anyways, because Calantha had never been particularly fierce in the first place – and said, ”Alright, then. I’m ready. You should know that I’m not very good at this – but I’m quick and know how to defend myself, so maybe that will teach Graham a few things.” At this she glanced towards the spotted dog, smiling reassuringly. She could not exactly do much damage to Hannibal, and while he could if he wished to, she knew he didn’t. It would be a safe learning experience for his companion.
She spread each leg slightly so that her stance was ready, muscles tensed, ears perked atop her head as she watched Hannibal closely. She would wait for him to make the first move, for it was the way she’d been taught, and perhaps the only way that she would even survive this spar with her friend. She could remember many evenings spent in this very position, waiting for one of the other coyotes of her pack to leap for her, and she smiled at the memory of it, though she did not take her gaze from Hannibal.
He spoke of his mother, and she sobered, listening with a furrow between her eyes. She could not understand how a mother would be so cruel to her own child, though she knew it wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. While Calantha’s own mother was the only reason she was even alive and breathing now, she knew that not every femme was programmed to love their own children unconditionally. For a moment, she was afraid. What if she and Rikez did become mates? They would eventually have children, and what if she wasn’t a good mother? But then looking at Hannibal, Calantha decided that it would not be so. She would never make her children flee from her very presence as Hannibal’s mother had. She was determined of it. ”I’m sorry that you experienced that, Hannibal,” she said softly. ”But I’ve very glad you escaped it. Thank you for sharing with me.”
There was nothing more she could say then, so she let her sincerity show in the gleam of her saffron orbs as she silently stepped away from Hannibal, giving him space for their approaching spar. She cast a fierce grin in his direction – or what she hoped was, anyways, because Calantha had never been particularly fierce in the first place – and said, ”Alright, then. I’m ready. You should know that I’m not very good at this – but I’m quick and know how to defend myself, so maybe that will teach Graham a few things.” At this she glanced towards the spotted dog, smiling reassuringly. She could not exactly do much damage to Hannibal, and while he could if he wished to, she knew he didn’t. It would be a safe learning experience for his companion.
She spread each leg slightly so that her stance was ready, muscles tensed, ears perked atop her head as she watched Hannibal closely. She would wait for him to make the first move, for it was the way she’d been taught, and perhaps the only way that she would even survive this spar with her friend. She could remember many evenings spent in this very position, waiting for one of the other coyotes of her pack to leap for her, and she smiled at the memory of it, though she did not take her gaze from Hannibal.
TAG: Hannibal
WORDS: 519
NOTES: Boop let me know if I need to add more dialogue~
WORDS: 519
NOTES: Boop let me know if I need to add more dialogue~