Battle in the Wild

[Qaletaqa]

Thread Title: Battle in the Wild
Participants: Qaetaqa vs Caedir
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: The wilderness of Soul Society. The area has a god deal of trees, hills, and boulders. The area is covered in thick high grass that can be used for stealth.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Caedir is walking through the wilderness when he comes across Qaletaqa a different male beast. How will the two react to on another is the question along with the outcome.

[Caedir din Sahra]

“Mm. Smell something.”

Rounded ears lifted slightly as a feline nose tested the air, the figure turning slightly to determine the direction that the scent had come from. Dark brown eyes scanned the horizon even as their owner crouched lower in the tall grass, his spotted pattern blending in with the shade cast by the scattered trees. Those eyes watched for movement, darting from one side and then the other. The figure was motionless aside from his eyes, completely still down to the long tail that curled along his legs. Knees were bent, a position from which he could sprint suddenly should it become necessary, drawing on his speed to escape or approach at a surprising pace. Instinct always screamed caution, even as it waited to deliver the choice of flight or fight.

After a few moments, however, the figure finally decided that it was safe, that whatever he smelled was not in the immediate area. Rising from the grass, the individual revealed himself as a tall, anthropomorphic cheetah, one who was generally human in stance and build. Caedir din Sahra was no human, however; he was a member of the Beast-Clan, a race of individuals who, through some unknown sin in their ancestry, were cursed to take on more feral forms upon coming to Soul Society. Yet to them it was as natural as being human, and many of them embraced their new life and form, adapting to instincts and senses as though they had always possessed them.

Caedir was no exception to this rule, and indeed his instincts were what had alerted him in the first place. His nose had caught an odd scent, one unusual to this particular patch of the wilderness. The feline Beast-Clansman was no stranger to the area, having traversed it a number of times, and thus an unusual scent would stand out to his nose immediately. It was an odd one, too; though it was generally an animal-like scent, a hint of wet fur and other mixed scents starting to take shape in Caedir's mind, something about it just seemed... off. That was really the only way that the cheetah could describe it; he couldn't explain exactly what bothered him about it, but it wasn't a normal animal smell. That oddity both intrigued Caedir and worried him, his human desire to discover more clashing with his feral instinct to avoid the unusual. However, curiosity won out as it always did, and the cheetah moved quietly among the tall grass towards the source of the scent, using his feline abilities to try and remain hidden.

The grass parted easily for him as he remained low, his hide helping blend in with his surroundings. His eyes continued to move as he approached the scent, trying to determine just what it was that had caught his interest. In a moment, he had it: Caedir spotted a figure moving along the tall grasses, one who clearly did not belong to the area, as the feline did not recognize him. Immediately the cheetah recognized a fellow Beast-Clansman, though he did not know this individual; he could recognize it as male, an otter-based Beast-Clan, but nothing more. His scent was odd, one that possessed the smell of a second individual, but Caedir assumed that it would be the male's mate or cub; it was the only way that two scents made sense in his mind.

Caedir had not met any other Beast-Clansmen before now; his race was rather rare and tended to keep to itself, so encountering another of his kind had the cheetah curious. He moved in carefully, making sure to stay ready to run should it be necessary. As he drew in closer, the feline slowly raised himself above the grass, and finally spoke, addressing the male about thirty feet away. “Who you? This my territory.” The second remark wasn't a threat or a warning so much as it was a statement; Caedir often roamed this area, so he claimed it as his territory. Whether the other would take it as a challenge or not was irrelevant; the cheetah had determined this area was his, and that was that.

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{Caedir's Stats}Rank 1 Soldier:

Strength - [300] (300) Points

Speed - [400 x 1.5] (600) Points

Spiritual Pressure – [200] (200) Points

Reiatsu Strength – [50 x 0.7] (35) Points

Light Aura - [100] Points

Dark Aura - [0] Points

Instinct - [200] Points

Senses - [150] Points

Energy sensory - [100] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1400] points

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{Caedir's Skills}

• [Acrobatics] 2
  
  
• [Martial Arts - Hakuda] 2
  
  
• [Strength of Will] 2
  
  
• [Battle Focus] 2
  
  
• [Learning] 2
  
  
• [Damage Recovery] 2

[Qaletaqa]

Maneuvering forward through the tall grass on his back legs Qaletaqa felt the grass brush against his fur. This areas grass was much longer and thicker then the surroundings of the cave. The large otter beast clan was out for the moment away from home and his mate Zahra. It was strange over the last few days Qaletaqa hadn’t surcome to his feral like curse. It was one thing to be a beast yet it had been another to be an entity that had to fear the lives of everything they held dear simply because control wasn’t an option until now. Taking a breathe of fresh air and going out on his own for the afternoon was the best thing he felt he could do just in case he did lose himself again.

So far that hadn’t happened and right now he was out in a grassy area that he had never found in all of the years that he had been in the wilds. Qaletaqa sniffed the air as his webbed toes scrapped up the grass abit. There wasn’t any source of water for a good distance sure it wasn’t overly humid that there wasn’t any in the air, but the sensation of moving through water was relaxing as much as it was relieving and stress free. That was when Qaletaqa’s thoughts on the furless took over his attention. Now that he couldn’t actually focus on honing his strength he could finally make them pay for what has been done.

Looking around this place Qaletaqa didn’t take the time to think about being attacked for there didn’t seem to be anything out in this area. What he was curious about was whether or not that giant unnatural place that the furless had made was the only one or if there were more. The thought of there being more of them and all that land being stolen over this place was irritating to think about and Qaletaqa’s emotions were going to likely get the better of him if he didn’t just return to the cave. That was when the male beast made himself known. Qaletaqa turned looking for a moment until he caught the sight of the feline looking male beast.

Another beast was something that Qaletaqa hadn’t been expecting to see. He had thought that at most he would encounter some of the furless or maybe another of those evil beasts that had white faces. This beast though looked to be strong yet as a male was rather small. The feline was no larger then Zahra in size something that Qaletaqa thought to be strange for a male. Although Qaletaqa had been a human in his former life and the majority of his memories had carried over with him to this one the beast within him wasn’t above taking offense to the few words that this other male spoke to him.

Qaletaqa started to grow lowly as he moved his head signaling to the feline male that the idea of this land belonging to him wasn’t going to be enough to make him leave with his tail between his legs. Qaletaqa didn’t answer to the furless like the majority of entities in this realm and the only one that he willingly listened to and took the advice of was Zahra. This feline was being given a warning that Qaletaqa wouldn’t be forced to do anything and if he continued to aster dominance over him then there would be no question of a battle between the two beasts.

“Kitty should run before hurt.”

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Strength: 200 (250)
Speed: 300 (450)
Spiritual Pressure: 100 (50)
Reiatsu Strength: 20 (10)
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
Instinct: 100
Senses: 100
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Intimidation {2}
Martial Arts: Street Fighting {2}
Strength of Will {2}
Battle Focus {1}
Pain Tolerance {2}
Bleeding Tolerance {2}
Damage Recovery {2}
Stealth {1}
Sex {1}

[Caedir din Sahra]

The two sized one another up as their personalities clashed; Caedir had made his claim of territory, and this other beast seemed to have determined that it would challenge the cheetah for that right. The two males were both exerting their natural sense of dominance, the instinct that spurred them to claim the status as alpha. Caedir's analysis of the other Beast-Clansman was that he was no threat; big and bulky, he would lack in the speed that he would need to keep up with the swift cheetah. This would be a fast encounter, the feline decided as he stepped backwards, not in fear but to prepare himself; his knees would bend, his body would coil like a spring, and a grin would cover his muzzle.

“That sound like challenge. Caedir like. Will fight you.” Caedir, though normally shy and hesitant around humans, felt no qualms about challenging another Beast-Clansman to a battle. Humans intimidated him, made him feel out of place, and inspired a sense of wrongness about himself. Something in his head still told the feline that his body, his form, his life was all wrong, and humans seemed to trigger that reaction, causing him to be quiet and distant from most of them. But Beast-Clansmen... they did not trigger that sense of wrongness like humans did, and because of it, Caedir's personality tended to flourish around them. He became outgoing, eager, and willing to do combat to prove himself against others, his instincts telling him that competition was only natural.

Suddenly the cheetah darted forward at his full speed, his feet digging into the ground and leaving deep furrows as he closed the distance in a heartbeat. At such high speed, Caedir would be a blur of spotted yellow as he shot forward, slowing as he reached Qaletaqa. His foot would lash out immediately, sweeping out at the other Beast-Clansman's legs. If the male did not act quickly enough, he'd find his feet pulled out from beneath him, throwing him roughly to the ground. Caedir was not holding back his strength, either, and the blow would be enough that even braced, Qaletaqa would likely have a hard time keeping his feet on the ground. That was just how Caedir fought, aggressively and directly, though this time he acted to gauge the otter-like Beast-Clansman before truly fighting.

Even as he struck, Caedir jumped back, making distance between himself and his opponent once more, slowing down to conserve some energy. Though he normally fought with all of his energy thrown into every action he made, the feline had learned a little watching humans fight, saw how they could last longer by making slower, more careful motions. The cheetah wasn't sure it was necessary when he could kick most opponents into submission quickly, be they human, beast, or mask-creature, but he still wanted to learn to fight in the human style out of a sense of curiosity. And what better way to do so than against a fellow Beast-Clansman, one whose size would likely make him slower than Caedir?

“Try no be slow, or you lose.” He said in his mocking tone as he slipped back into his fighting stance, crouched at the knees and ready to lunge forward.

[Qaletaqa]

Qaletaqa eyed the feline in front of him now while it was obvious that a battle between the two of them was about to start. The feline had the build of someone swift and quick on their feet like his mate. Qaletaqa would need to be swift and strong in order to beat this feline. When the feline moved backwards Qaletaqa knew that the beast was going to come after him. The feline even spoke about fighting him and right after that rushed forwards. Qaletaqa cared for his kind and battling another beast was something that didn't happen normally for him.

Qaletaqa held a deep hate for the furless that wore black clothing. He normally fought against them and would do whatever he could to keep them from the wilderness that they had already claimed far to much of yet fighting against another beast was something that he never truly enjoyed. All of that though had been due to his inability to control his body, but now his curse was gone and he was always in control of himself. That meant that just maybe he didn't need to worry about all of the others and could just do his best without killing any of them anymore.

The feline moved forwards towards him and Qaletaqa saw that the feline was in deed faster then even him. Wild little feline rushing at him was going to have to deal with Qaletaqa's best part. The large otter beast suddenly spun around while lowering his body. The feline known as Caedir would reach Qaletaqa and just as he planned to kick downwards at his legs Qaletaqa's long thick tail was up swinging towards the feline's upper body. Qaletaqa hadn't planned far enough ahead to prevent himself from being kicked on his left arm now and had only thought of attacking the feline just as his own attack would reach him.

So if everything went according to plan Qaletaqa's tail would smash into Caedir's own left arm more then likely knocking him over. Qaletaqa would feel the kick of Caedir on his left arm and fall to the ground for a moment. The pain in his arm was in deed a warning that this cat had strength that rivaled his own if not surpassed it. Qaletaqa scrambled to his feet on all fours and growled at the feline. Then would he rush forwards only to jump upwards leaning back and extending his long legs out. It would be strange for a beast to drop kick another beast now wouldn't it?

[Caedir din Sahra]

Caedir swiftly stepped across the field, his foot coming across towards Qaletaqa's legs in a sudden strike. As he did so, however, the large creature began to turn, bringing his body around to swipe out with his tail. The cheetah, with his acrobatic prowess, was easily able to avoid the attack; his sharp senses followed Qaletaqa's movements, and even as the otter's tail came lashing out, Caedir's remaining foot left the ground. The motion caused him to spin lightly as he hopped over the swinging appendage, which swept the ground and kicked up a cloud of dirt. The feline used this motion, however, and his foot that had been resting on the ground supporting his weight only a moment ago swept up above him; now the foot that had initially been sweeping downwards at Qaletaqa's legs had come beneath him, and as his strike aimed for the otter's head, likely connecting, he landed on that same foot that had been intended for an attack only a moment before.

Landing with a grace only a feline could possess, Caedir immediately hopped back after his strike, preventing his foe's counterattack; this time however, rather than retreating a large distance, he remained just out of Qaletaqa's reach. That brief exchange had showed him the difference between himself and his opponent; the otter-beast was slow, at least in Caedir's eyes, and not very good at reacting. Swinging his tail around had been a good attack, and the feline respected what a heavy appendage like that could do, but there was no way that his opponent would keep up if he turned away. Caedir already out-sped Qaletaqa when the other Beast-Clansman was looking at him; what advantages would the feline get when he was out of sight?

“You weak, beast. Fight harder. Be stronger. I win, otherwise.” Was it a taunt, a threat? Caedir wasn't bloodthirsty, and wouldn't gain anything from killing the other Beast-Clansman, but it would prove something between them: it would prove that Caedir was superior. In the world of animals, rank was everything, and being on top was a goal they all embraced. Dominance, the position of alpha; these things drove many Beast-Clan to be stronger and better than those around them, improving their survival instincts. And as they improved and evolved in combat, they grew stronger, drawing out their competitive spirit further. Caedir was no different; he desired to be the strongest, the fastest, the one in control. This was just one step along the way.

“Now fight! Fight hard!”

[Qaletaqa]

Qaletaqa had been expecting to feel the kick of the feline connect with his arm and was ready for that kind of brutal blow. What he hadn't really been ready for was the fact that this feline was also incredibly acrobatic. The way that he moved through the air and attacked reminded Qaletaqa of how he can move while in his small form. In the next instant the kick that the feline brought down on him hit the top of his head. Qaletaqa didn't have the focus at the moment and found that the kick to his head brought him downwards his jaw slamming onto the ground.

The feline was indeed strong and swift and Qaletaqa was for the moment apparently outmatched. He had taken the feline lightly in the first exchange and as he rose to his feet once again he didn't plan on making that same mistake. Standing up again Qaletaqa shook his head and focused on the feline now. What the feline then said brought a bit of anger to Qaletaqa. It wasn't like him to get angry at other beasts yet his anger was a curse that had only recently dissipated. His head was hurting that one kick had hurt yet Qaletaqa could continue with little difficulty.

Qaletaqa rushed the feline jumped at him while bringing his claws across aimed at the feline's chest. Right, Left, Right, Left the slashing was simple and yet while the feline more then likely was going to keep evading while awaiting the perfect time to counter Qaletaqa's tail suddenly moved from behind him to the side. This was a plan just in case the feline evaded the first set of slashes. If he did Qaletaqa's tail was going to slam into him from the side as he kept evading.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+120 for Caedir
+120 to Qaletaqa