that's life [Ramona]

[Kydobi]

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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC: ]

It was a lot more than he was expecting. There was no need to tell her about oversharing, in time she would learn all on her own. Besides, she trusted him and he would not revoke that from her unless it was for her well being. And it seemed like she really needed someone to talk to.

"It's alright, I do not mind. So it seems you've had a rather complicated beginning. But it is alright. I had something not as good either. But nothing as difficult as you." His words were vague for he wasn't trying to conjure up any memories for himself. Too painful.

You spend so much time running from something that you often forget what you're running from. Eventually the pain you're trying to escape is replaced by the pain of your flee. But when you recall it's like ripping open a scar to create another wound.

For Kydobi, the past was too painful. Yet he envied the child's ability to accept it and face.


Softly he said, "Sometimes holding onto the memories is better than running from it. At least you heal." Clearing his throat he said, "But if we never look back at what happened we'll just make the same mistakes over and over. So it is good that you think about it. But don't let it get you sad little one. There is nothing we can do to change what has occurred already... But the way you handle it is more mature than most of us."

He was talking to himself really. But it did not convince him. He would flee and run and deny and forget and dream as long as it took to not remember what has happened.

"You're very strong Ramona. Strength isn't a physical thing. It isn't size. And despite what the Pitt thinks, it isn't who is the cruelest and meanest. It is your ability to carry on, keep going, and persevere in any situation when things are tough and fate is not in your favor. I envy you."

He would lean in to touch his nose to her ear in a kind and supportive way if she allowed him.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[teef]

RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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she leaned into the gentle non-hostile touch with the trust of a child, needing his strength for a moment to combat the memories that threatened to crawl back up her throat.

"there isn't anything to envy, kydobi. can i call you ky? you can call me ram if you want. makes me sound hard headed." she giggles before bounding ahead again, letting her body fluidly relax, bounding and gliding as if born for running, finally finding her joy in the quick streaming movements, pushing herself to move just as fluidly, through a range of evasive maneuvers and the rare attack, looking like a pup playing with herself.

reaching a small clearing in the jungle, she spun around to face kydobi, crouched and ready to play, well, train, but it would seem like playing until he came onto the scene. 'there is a lot of space here, and lots of advantages for you and not so many for me." she informs, keeping a trick up her sleeve to try and impress him. she loved getting praised, it reminded her of happier times.

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✯ — FEMALE. UNKNOWN. WEAK. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Kydobi]

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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC: ]

"There isn't anything to envy, kydobi"

Ignorant wisdom. She may be right, but she was wrong. At least to him. There was a lot to be jealous of regarding her strength. Especially in one so young.

"Sure you can call my Ky. Ram.", he said with a smile before she bounds off again. Gallops just as awkward as a newborn foal. He would follow her movements with only his eyes, not daring to trace her jolts and shakes with his head for he would certainly become dizzy.

"You're certainly quick", she would be hard to catch if she could just not trip over her feet long enough. Youthful energy always helped too. One would think it was impossible for the pup to tire.

The trees would thin out, luckily there was no temple or building here. He always liked it more wild and less tame. Even in his birth home, he preferred to spend his days in the wild nature.

"Yes you're right. But look around Ram, see what you have to work with.", his would sit at the edge of the clearing his tail curling around his paws. She was small and a little thin so it would be easy for her to hide in the thick blanket of green just so far.

"Actually," he had a much better idea, she would either get a thrill or be scarred for life either way Ramona would learn a lesson, "How about I chase you and try to catch you. Imagine I want to eat you, and you're the only person who can save...the world" he almost said "your father" but caught himself. That would be a terrible thing to say.

He stood up and walked backwards until he was no longer in the clearing. It was significantly brighter in the little bald spot of the jungle and so everything outside of the light was dramatically dark. But there was a pair of glowing molten optics, the light would reflect off of them in a ghastly way.

"On my count of three Ram."

[OOC: feel free to have her say no or powerplay him counting to three if you wish]

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[teef]

RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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her gaze turned back to him in curiosity, tipping her head and nodding, licking her lips as she settled into a crouch, the smaller canine watching the two glowing orbs of amber.

gods help her, guide her paws. she wasn't unfamiliar with this type of training. one of her many fathers had played like this with her, the gentle man who slept in his gardens beside her mother in the middle of the day. shaking her head to chase away the memories, she let her heart still and her breath hold, ignoring all of the little twitches and aches in her muscles from this pose, ears up, swiveling and listening for any noise. trees ... trees that she could use to her advantage.

swallowing and opening her eyes, she stared directly at kydobi, letting the instincts of an animal of prey wrest control of her over her predatory senses.

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✯ — FEMALE. UNKNOWN. WEAK. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Kydobi]

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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC: ]

"One..."

Eyes were focused on her. Pupils dilated until prey was spotted. Then they constricted in pure focus. He saw nothing but her. Heard nothing but her breaths. Smelled nothing but her. She was prey. His breath would slow but his pulse was deep and strong.

drum

dum

drum

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"Two..."
Mindest was changing. It had been so long since he felt the primal rush of the hunt. Muscles flexed in anticipation. Jaw clenched and unclenched. Toes twitched. Claws unsheathe- No Kydobi what are you doing. She is a child. A friend. A child. This is a game.

Ah yes. He felt bad. It was only nature. Only nature... But he and they were all more than bumbling primitive beasts. He deserved to feel guilty. For the first time he really saw her. Her eyes were closed and her crouch looked more like... a cower. Kydobi frowned. Maybe he should... No. This could save her life. Surely she had experienced this before but he would praise her in the end. Only tell her what she did right and guide her to excellence.

"Three."

Few if not none would've been able to see through the thick tar surrounding Kydobi and all in it. But through out the whole ordeal his body had been building tension. Quickly he exploded out of the shadows. Sun catching the rippling body of a healthy jaguar. He would slow himself a little though. In case she froze he prepared to leap.

Oh how she looked like a little fawn.

"Run Ram! Run!", he said smiling so she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He felt he had to clarify that to get things going.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[teef]

RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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the smile should have been reassuring but within her memories it registered pure danger, the girl's ears leaning back and the desire to stand and fight welling up before she shoved that away and erupted from her crouch, muzzle kept closed and ears flapping at first before she remembered to listen to her surrounds.

legs pumping and paws consuming the ground below her, eyes scouring surroundings for places that she could fit through that the male jaguar couldn't, and where he couldn't trap her. eyes landing on a snarled bush, she dove towards it, scrambling under, pushing out through the other side before turning hard on her haunch and diving back through, hoping that he would jump overhead to follow her before the deceit was uncovered. if not, she just had more distance to gain from him, and trees to use to her advantage.

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✯ — FEMALE. UNKNOWN. WEAK. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Kydobi]

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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC: ]

He was on her tail. Really it was too easy. She was on his turf, he was designed for this land. His eyes focused on her tail as she sped. So focused he was that he did not think twice before bounding over the bush with expertise.

He landed softly and saw nothing. The brute stopped, heart pounding from the brief exertion. His ears perked and eyes searched. Where was she?

In the bushes?

It didn't take long for him to catch his breath, the jaguar kept himself in shape. But where was the pup? Was she scared of him? Considering her vigorous past this wasn't the best idea.

"Alright amazing job Ram. You can come out.", unbeknownst to him, his back was to her.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[teef]

RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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the youth crouched on the other side of the bush, listening to her friend's breathing and voice, contemplating turning this around on him. taking a breath, she crouched low and shuffled her paws, bunching strength into her legs, heart pumping and thundering wildly.

the young mixed breed held her breath before she pushed off from the ground, leaping up and over the bush, attempting to jump onto kydobi's back, if luck was not on her side, she would land messily close to him, laughing shakily before going to dart again, trembling with excitement.

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✯ — FEMALE. UNKNOWN. WEAK. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Kydobi]

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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC: ]

He sensed her movements a moment before the impact on his back. A rustle in the bushes and he would turn his head to see Ramona midair. Before he could step away she landed hard. His legs buckled to keep from falling.

Instinctively he wanted to barrel roll and crush her but he would stop himself. This wasn't meant to harm her. Just guide her Kydobi. But making this a trivial experience would do nothing for her, the goal was to challenge but not break.


Instead of falling on his back, the large feline would attempt to thrash around, sprinting forwards and suddenly jerk in the opposite direction in the attempt to throw her off

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[teef]

RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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she really was far from being meant to hold onto difficult moving things such as the jaguar below her smaller frame. when his legs buckled, she felt guilt, not having known that she had that much weight on her body before she remembered that this was alright. it was supposed to happen.

she wasn't a newborn at her mother's belly anymore, she was a growing girl who needed to learn some defense against the world. so now, she tried her best to hold onto kydobi with what sounded like an unsure growl, her paws slipping against his sleek fur, dull claws having very little purchase.

in some part of her mind, perhaps she hesitated at the feeling of the lethal muscles working below her, a reminder of her place in society. maybe this would prove to be a change in her pace as she grew up, a reminder that even the kindest could hide danger and an intent behind a pretty smile, a lesson that she ought to remember and use to her own gain.

as he moved below her, she felt her gravitational core shifting, almost losing her grip as he jerked forward in a sprint before he slowed abruptly to make a movement in another direction. giving a startled noise, she took a deep breathful of air as the halt in motion threw her body from his back. hitting the ground with a heavy impact, landing on her side, not having the mobility and flexibility that she desired, she was immediately winded from the crushing impact against her ribs and hip.

she didn't stay down for much longer than a millisecond, her head spinning and the fur above her eyes dirtied and bleeding, having cracked her temple against a rock. up on her paws, the youngster ignored the acidic scent of blood, the memories of sparring running through her body, eyes dulled with the self removal of urges. she was battle trained, mostly, but the training and the dark memories accompanying it were buried under mental restraints.

tail swishing behind herself, she uttered a low growl, caught between a true battle and practice battle, her amber eyes locked on kydobi as she crouched, looking for an opening to attack before she was shaking her head, ears flopping about as she pushed the memories and instincts back into the corner that they came from, her eyes growing brighter. she was shaken, but that was something that she would handle by herself later.

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✯ — FEMALE. UNKNOWN. WEAK. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.