Those Who Dance By Starlight [Lit. RP; Humanoid Cats] *Open*

[Al the Dalek]

"Of course you can't," Mendya said. "But you will learn tomorrow. However, we will use a blindfold. You must learn to use your ears and your nose, yes your nose, to sense where your opponent is. You must learn to use this attack, blinding your opponent, to give you the upper hand. Now, I suggest you no longer watch servant girls and focus on fighting. Now get healed up. I don't want to look at you ogle that girl anymore."

[OCeanic Vista]

"Yes, Mendya."Rygan growled."And how will I use my nose?"he asked. "Sniffing your body odor?" he added. Rygan laughed. "And I will ogle girls if I want to. It wasn't my choice to be here. Ha!" he said, spitting in front of Mendya's feet. (or paws, or whatever)

(New avvie! Might change later.)

[Al the Dalek]

Mendya stepped away from the spit, flicking her ears. "In essence, yes. You must smell where you opponent is. It is one of our skills as Soldiers. And next time," she added, "Ogle girls while you are not in training."

[OCeanic Vista]

If I can just get her mad enough... Rygan thought...then I'll finally be rid of this wretched king! But I'll have to save that servant girl...Hm. He'd totally zoned out while Mendya was giving him a lecture, and at the end of it, he nodded and spun off to go be healed.

[Lacy]

(Eww, strep! That's not good at all. I'm glad you're better now, though!)

Ginger purred, seeing that Lina had nowhere to run. At the last moment she slowed down considerably as to not hurt the smaller felian too badly. As she expected, her attack was succesfull; sending them both rolling across the dusty ground beneath their paws. The orange-furred cat stopped with herself standing over her opponent and pinning her to the ground. It wouldn't be impossible for the huntress to escape this hold, but Ginger needed to catch her breath for a moment, and think of what to do next. She swished her large, fluffy tail behind her in excitment. 'Who am I kidding, I love to fight!' she thought.

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Spencer continued to half-train, half-eavesdrop on Mendya and Rygen's conversation. As he struck the blade of his dagger into a wooden target, he couldn't help but overhear Jing call to Aerona, the servant girl he had met that morning. Pretending as if he wasn't interested, and as if he hadn't even noticed Aerona arrive (for, as far as everyone knew, he didn't know who she was) he pulled his weapon free and struck again from a different angle. But what came next even he didn't expect. When the king mentioned the vase.. the same vase that had been knocked over that morning, Spencer's face changed quite suddenly to that of surprise (like he had seen a ghost), and he lowered his dagger. 'How.. how did he know about that...?' Realising he was obviously expressing emotion toward the subject, he tried to hide it, his eyes instantly returning to their lifeless state.

Spencer wasn't facing the others, however his ears swiveled around to where he could still hear them. Thankfully, Aerona didn't mention his name, or the fact that he had been there at the time the vase fell. Of course, he had specifically told her not to speak anything of it (what he didn't consider was the fact that maybe Jing already knew of it - the king was capabale of a lot).... but he would have to thank her later if he had the chance.

Of course, that wasn't a life or death situation. And maybe more thought was being put into it then neccisary. But Spencer was proud in a job well done, and strove to make no mistake, no matter how small or insignificant. Obviously, not all of the other soldiers upheld this goal. The dark, spotted cat flicked his gaze over to Rygen, emitting a light - almost inaudible to even himself - growl. What. was. he. doing?

After watching the two fight, it ended a little violently, but Spencer was pleased that Mendya had won so quickly. Perhaps it would teach Rygen a thing or two. To his dismay, he apparently was wrong. The kid had the nerve to spit at, and disrespect their commander! The dark-furred male scowled, flexing his claws in and out. This time, he showed no signs of hiding his flared temper. Unlike Mendya, who appeared to remain completely calm, Spencer was beginning to become aggitated with Rygen's display of childishness.

[Al the Dalek]

As soon as Rygan had left, Mendya leaped upon one of the training dummies, ripping it to shreds. "I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Him." She snarled with each stroke. Despite appearing calm, she had waited to show her true feeling until Rygan was gone. She did not enjoy losing her temper in front of the soldier that had pushed her that much that day, and besides. It was if Rygan was trying to be tortured within an inch of his life. Mendya cocked her head, forcing her ear to prick up, which meant she was eager about something. But which torture device to use? So many choices...she could dip him slowly, but not lethally, into that acid she had developed...or put him in the stocks...or...

[Al the Dalek]

(bump!)

[softballsava]

Lina landed with a huff on the hard ground as she flicked ehr shorter puffy tail out from under her, "And I not so much, do you think thats enough for today?" she asked the other felian, wishing for a break from all the fight trainign that she had been doing lately. It was all too much for her.

((sorry its so short! not a lot of time lately!!))

[OCeanic Vista]

Ha. I WILL find out the identity of that girl, and I WILL liberate her and myself. Mendya will pay someday. Mendya will pay... Rygan thought. Seriously, I could care so much more than that king ever could about anyone but myself...but I need a chance to prove it! I'm coming for you... He scowled. Rygan had no choice but to ask Spencer her name. He abruptly stopped his course and whirled back around to face Spencer. "What's her name?" he asked.

[Lacy]

Hearing Lina request that the training come to an end, Ginger drooped slightly with disappointment, her tail hanging limp behind her. Suddenly she perked back up and moved off of the other felian, standing to her full height and dusting herself off. "Sure, I suppose that's okay," she spoke, smiling lightly. "It was fun while it lasted. But.. training's not for everyone, I guess." She reached down and offered Lina her hand, offering to help her up. "You ok?" With a grin, she added. "Although, you were really good, you know. How did you fight like that with your eyes closed?"

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Not even noticing Mendya's outburst, Spencer's gaze trailed Rygen's movements as he began to walk away. Somehow, the younger soldier seemed pleased.. or determined about something. Spencer wondered what he was up to. Suddenly, as if he could read minds, Rygen whirled back around and locked eyes with the dark-furred felian. Spencer merely stared right back at him. "Who's name?" he asked in a slightly strained voice, although he was almost sure of who Rygen was speaking of. He saw the way he looked at Aerona a few moments before. Frankly, he didn't aprove. Not one bit.

(Rofl, Spencer's going to be like the protective father, with Rygen being the guy trying to ask his daughter out. XD)