Post by orangekittencream on Jun 5, 2007 19:21:25 GMT -5
((Characters: Ukir and Mirabelle
Summary: Ukir and Mirabelle fight just because Ukir is looking for a brawl.))
He laughed, actually laughed. What a stupid Queen. "Let go of you? That's what fighting is all about dear: getting yourself out of trouble. Not letting you go." He tugged on his whip, pulling her to her feet. Those claws hadn't even come near to scratching him and he was boiling with angry energy. Energy to pick a fight and win. He was definitely going to win. But at least with this cat's mind was going to be amusing. For the time being.
Mirabelle felt the whip dig into her forearm. "I can't fight you if I'm not free," she protested. How the hell was she supposed to fight him?! He was huge. And strong. She was weak, and rather small. Yep. She was dead.
"Free yourself then. If you fight and get captured that's what you're supposed to do." He frowned, the Queen wasn't playing along very well at all. He jerked on the whip again, forcing her to step towards him. Then he pushed her back into the wall again, the boards creaking under the force of the blow.
"Umph." Mirabelle wasn't liking this. She charged at Ukir, claws unsheathed, and bit into his arm. She noticed he was almost twice her size. Damn. Her back hurt from where he had shoved her into the wall, and she could feel blood trickle from her wrist where the whip was wound. She wanted to cause him some pain, even just a bit. She could sleep happy.
Well, by the lust of battle she could see in his eye, he wasn't going to let her sleep anytime soon.
Well, she finally did something on her own. How adorable. The bite felt like a little pinch. It was almost cute. Ukir sneered and pushed her off again, letting his whip fall to the ground and rest lazily in his hands. This would be almost too easy. Hopefulyl she was stronger than she looked. Probably not, but the Tom could dream. His tail swept side to side as he paced the hallway, always keeping a golden eye on her.
Mirabelle was getting angry. Every moment that went by made her angrier and angrier, and she wanted to slice his head open and feed him to the fish.
Of course, Mira knew she was incapable of doing that.
She charged again, sinking her claws into his chest. She hissed and began to claw at him, trying to knock him down.
Now that stung a little bit more. He stepped back just a little bit, letting her move with him and then picked her up by her neck. The claws were wrenched from his chest and he loved the feel of his own blood matting in his fur and seeing it on someone else's claws. "Good girl, Mirabelle. You're worth more than just sex apparently." Ukir tossed her to the ground, foot resting on her chest just enough to keep her there. "What are you going to do now?"
What was she going to do?
Mirabelle tried to push his foot of her, but to no avail. She dug her teeth into his ankle, trying to cause him pain. "Get off," she growled into his foot.
He hissed. That hurt. A lot. Apparently a cat's ankle was somewhat sensitive. Or his was. Good to know. The Tom kicked her off, pushing his heel right into her face. Enough for tonight. They had plans to arrange in the morning. Or the next evening. Whenever Grumbuskin saw fit. "You can fight. Enough." With that he turned around and started off towards his own room. Or maybe the decks to smell the sea air. Which ever, he was leaving. Good to know that at least one Queen on the ship had some decent fighting skills. Or rather, survival skills if they happened to come across a feisty Tom like himself.
Mirabelle glared after Ukir. Growling, she stood and cleaned herself off. Well, off to go nurture her wounds.
She passed Ukir on her way to her room. She squeezed by him, the rail hitting her hip, and glared at him. Like she needed any more toms in her life.
He just chuckled and cracked his whip as she passed. What a fiesty Queen. And a mean one at that. Of course, being on this ship you always have to have your guard up. Anything could happen at any given time.
Summary: Ukir and Mirabelle fight just because Ukir is looking for a brawl.))
He laughed, actually laughed. What a stupid Queen. "Let go of you? That's what fighting is all about dear: getting yourself out of trouble. Not letting you go." He tugged on his whip, pulling her to her feet. Those claws hadn't even come near to scratching him and he was boiling with angry energy. Energy to pick a fight and win. He was definitely going to win. But at least with this cat's mind was going to be amusing. For the time being.
Mirabelle felt the whip dig into her forearm. "I can't fight you if I'm not free," she protested. How the hell was she supposed to fight him?! He was huge. And strong. She was weak, and rather small. Yep. She was dead.
"Free yourself then. If you fight and get captured that's what you're supposed to do." He frowned, the Queen wasn't playing along very well at all. He jerked on the whip again, forcing her to step towards him. Then he pushed her back into the wall again, the boards creaking under the force of the blow.
"Umph." Mirabelle wasn't liking this. She charged at Ukir, claws unsheathed, and bit into his arm. She noticed he was almost twice her size. Damn. Her back hurt from where he had shoved her into the wall, and she could feel blood trickle from her wrist where the whip was wound. She wanted to cause him some pain, even just a bit. She could sleep happy.
Well, by the lust of battle she could see in his eye, he wasn't going to let her sleep anytime soon.
Well, she finally did something on her own. How adorable. The bite felt like a little pinch. It was almost cute. Ukir sneered and pushed her off again, letting his whip fall to the ground and rest lazily in his hands. This would be almost too easy. Hopefulyl she was stronger than she looked. Probably not, but the Tom could dream. His tail swept side to side as he paced the hallway, always keeping a golden eye on her.
Mirabelle was getting angry. Every moment that went by made her angrier and angrier, and she wanted to slice his head open and feed him to the fish.
Of course, Mira knew she was incapable of doing that.
She charged again, sinking her claws into his chest. She hissed and began to claw at him, trying to knock him down.
Now that stung a little bit more. He stepped back just a little bit, letting her move with him and then picked her up by her neck. The claws were wrenched from his chest and he loved the feel of his own blood matting in his fur and seeing it on someone else's claws. "Good girl, Mirabelle. You're worth more than just sex apparently." Ukir tossed her to the ground, foot resting on her chest just enough to keep her there. "What are you going to do now?"
What was she going to do?
Mirabelle tried to push his foot of her, but to no avail. She dug her teeth into his ankle, trying to cause him pain. "Get off," she growled into his foot.
He hissed. That hurt. A lot. Apparently a cat's ankle was somewhat sensitive. Or his was. Good to know. The Tom kicked her off, pushing his heel right into her face. Enough for tonight. They had plans to arrange in the morning. Or the next evening. Whenever Grumbuskin saw fit. "You can fight. Enough." With that he turned around and started off towards his own room. Or maybe the decks to smell the sea air. Which ever, he was leaving. Good to know that at least one Queen on the ship had some decent fighting skills. Or rather, survival skills if they happened to come across a feisty Tom like himself.
Mirabelle glared after Ukir. Growling, she stood and cleaned herself off. Well, off to go nurture her wounds.
She passed Ukir on her way to her room. She squeezed by him, the rail hitting her hip, and glared at him. Like she needed any more toms in her life.
He just chuckled and cracked his whip as she passed. What a fiesty Queen. And a mean one at that. Of course, being on this ship you always have to have your guard up. Anything could happen at any given time.
yeah, he's a total ass.))