Fragile souls (prp Nakisha)

[Leo]

A winter breeze, scent of pine, the trail of the doe you hunt, the crunch of fresh snow, the fresh open air. All the things a wolf takes for granted, the things that it thinks will always be there the life of Hekaya. How wrong they could be, for some these things are distant memories more like dreams of another life, or there never known at all.

For some they would kill for those simple things.

The hot savage lights of the training room beat down apone the back of three wolves, two of which were locked in a heated fight, as the third wolf watch on with merciless eyes, catching ever fault miss step and lost chance.

Triple Eight was standing alert and ready incase scat one of the wolves locked in the training duel, lost the little self control he had and went for blood. He didn’t want shade who had improved so much lose the confidence she was gaining. It had only been two training sessions since her first real one and she had become stronger, faster more able fighter. Eight himself was back to full fitness, once again his body was at its peak. Shade herself had gone throw changes you could see it in her body. The thing that worried eight most about her was that her mind would be able to cope with the horror that it would have to endure, she had killed but not in the ring and not a wolf that still clearly held its mind, which could still talk and show real emotions, not the poor brain dead souls that the humans through at them for training. Her first fight was quickly approaching, they didn’t know when it would be, Spax and mistress wouldn’t give them a time, it wasn’t how it work, but spax had said in a sneer that it would be soon.

“don’t aim for where he is, aim for where he will be, predict his moves”, Eight said firmly.

The reason he had paired Shade with scat was so she could work on paw work, and mind set, as he was a speed fighter like she was, she would have to be precise and have a clear mind so she could move without resistant’s, as a mind that was full of panicked thinking would slow the body.
She still had a long way to go, but he was pleased. Mistress indeed had the art on how to pick them, this wolf had the skill it was just getting it out of her, and preparing her for it. Eight sighed inwardly again, his thoughts always did this circle with shade, proud of her progress but always came back to her mind. She was a kind compassionate wolf, all the things you didn’t want to be in this place. Her fight would be with a wolf like herself, fresh from the wild or fresh from the farm so to speak, and that could bring with it all sorts of things.

Eights first proper fight would be on the same night as shades, he wouldn’t be fighting for a championship any longer he had won that, insted he would be fighting other champions. Other wolves like him had risen to the top and proven themselves to be the very best, this was what shade was going to begin to work towords if she survived her first fight. For Eight it ment that his life expectancy was short, no champion that had been sent to fight after gaining the top spot had lasted more than five fights.
Eight like all before him knew this but told themselves that they would be the ones never to fall. Though deep down they all knew that this was folly and any fight could be there last, but a winning fighter never walked to the ring thinking there were going to lose.


But now his focus was on Shade and the days training was nearly over, the wolves infront of him were exhausted and sporting the normal small cuts after a day of training, though it was none contacted it was nearly inposserbal to not catch some claw or fang.
“come on, it’s not over yet keep it together”, he said as the two showed signs of mistakes thanks to their fatigued.
A fight is not over till its over one way or another.

[Leo]

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