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Post by Skylos on May 19, 2019 7:45:43 GMT -6
CaimanMaleLevel: 104 (39 levels gained in battle) Updated 5/19/19 (last level counted in varkon vs caiman battle) 4.5 Loyalty: 61 Stamina: 7 Strength: 8 (bracelet of minor strength) Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Fly (3), Forest Dweller, Wind Resistance, Empathetic Link, Danger Sense (10), Hardy (5) Moves: Climb, Gash, Bite, Harsh Gust Moves Trained: Rend (3), Wing Buff (3), Roar (3), Air's Wrath (9), Silence (4), Harsh Gust (8), Dash (3) Tricks Trained: No (1), No bites (3), Land (1), Higher (2), Dive (2), Hover (2), Roll Over (1), Flip (3), Barrel Roll (4), Accept Loud Noises (2) Notes: Spring Sarane Tournament: 1 won/5 fought, Fall Sarane Tournament: 4 won/5 fought, Winter Sarane Tournament: 2 won/5 fought, Spring Sarane Tournament: 2 won/7 fought Caiman has been successfully brokenArt by Haix Harsh Gust Winter Gust
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Post by Skylos on May 19, 2019 8:31:23 GMT -6
{For what} the grumpy intrusion into her private thought processes made Ridelys jump. Craning his neck over the fences of Three Moons, Caiman watched her. She'd been out on a walk, meandering through the neighborhood, debating. {Me or the whelp for what} [The next tournament.] Eyes narrowed at the words. Or perhaps it was the wind picking up in the nearby area. May had its windy moments, wreaking havoc on flowering everything. Some grass or sort when it got windy kicked up something. [Its very soon, and neither of you have had much exercise of late, under my eye.] She explained it wasn't a sarane only tournament, those were indefinitely suspended for some reason or another. That a number of heavy hitters were rumored to enter. The gossip of the city starts when suddenly the heavy hitting beasts come to the streets again to get some last minute warming up. An opinionated snort ruffles her hair. {The whelp needs time to get into the air. He'll be crushed.} [Aw, you care.] she teased him. A disgruntled growl; he didn't care. Flapping his wings and ruffling her already mussed hair worse. [Is that intentional?!] {Yes} This sparked an idea. harsh gust 1 5.5 105/62[/i]
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Post by Skylos on May 19, 2019 9:08:28 GMT -6
[Hear me out. All those heavy hitters have a one hit kill... something. A move. An ability, a something. We don't have that something. What about flapping your wings really hard, similar to buffing the wind with your wings, but harder. It can be a cold wind, a dark wind, an angry wind... sort of thing. Wind is adaptable, and carries things.] She sneezed. [Like awlwergies] She points out to a tree beyond the property line. [Its really a similar tactic. Lets meet at the old oak in the park. I know you won't take me on your back, I won't try to ask.] The agreement made, the two met at the park's old oak. Previous damage to the wood hadn't healed but the leaves had grown back, waving merrily in the breeze, almost saying 'lala lala, I grew back'. [Did we ever decide on a code word for your wings?] she asked him. A pause of silence probably meant no. [Alright. Wing buff.] The drake's wings had not lost their touch, the wind scratched at her as it buffeted the tree, working to rip off its leaves. The leaves swirled, torn from tender new branches to scatter twigs and leaves around them. [Good. Haven't lost your touch. Now try and start ripping branches off simply with the wind. Harsh gust.] The look the drake shot her had a determined stare. He had the strength, they both knew this. The oak became assaulted by wind. It creaked ominously, branches leaning in the wind. It was a wind, but it wasn't THE wind she wanted. [Harder. This is a strong attack. Hurricane gale force winds.] What was a hurricane? Harsh gust 2 1.5
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Post by Skylos on May 19, 2019 12:53:24 GMT -6
[Its pushing the wind forward, but not down as in taking off.] He had the basic idea, wing buff had the effect, but it wasn't a strong move. [Try again. Harsh gust.] If she had a hat, Ridelys would've already lost it before this wind picked up. The drake's elemental affinity seemed to be trying to egg him on, gusting at that moment to ruffle the leaves. It whispers by his ears as he stood there. The wind quiets again, then picks up dramatically a moment later. Almost taking this as a cue, Caiman's wings swept forth, buffeting the tree with more wind then it ever withstood. Creaking and waving, a few small branches snapped off in the wake of the combined winds, dropping through the remaining branches to lay on the ground around the trunk. Caiman had to take a few steps back to regain his balance. Although he hadn't reared up to get more strength into the initial flap, he could hear his windblood pulse throughout him. Egging him on. This tree was those who made a joke of his abilities. [That's good! Very good! Are you okay?] {I can hear rushing} he growls. {The wind, I can hear it}. harsh gust 3 2.5
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Post by Skylos on May 20, 2019 4:14:59 GMT -6
[Thats good, but lets take a break. Get some water.] Ridelys mentioned. There was a small pond near the old tree's hill. Caiman wasn't in full form for blowing the tree over, he could've overexerted himself. She got a mental glower as the drake glided down (not flew, glided) and drank several gulps of cold water. It seemed to refresh him. Once he was at the pond, Ridelys disappeared from his gaze briefly. He found out why once Caiman got back to the tree. Ridelys had brought out the dummy again, using ropes? to anchor it to the ground near the tree. [Lets keep practicing. Some on the tree, some on the dummy, then really know the tree.] she explained. He grumbled. [Gust] After a thought, Caiman chose to rear back, opening his wings wide and then coming back down onto all fours, taking the wind gathered in the furls of his leathery wings and sending it forward. The grass around the tree flattened as it blew harder then normal, but wasn't quite enough. [Again. Gust] The way he appeared to be going about it now seemed like filling two bucketfuls of wind then throwing it forward. Which he did again. Two sides of wind blowing harder, but needed to converge on one point it appeared. She gave him praise, and the promise of a full galabex kill. Of course not anywhere near his guard post. harsh gust 4 3.5
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Post by Skylos on May 20, 2019 4:32:31 GMT -6
[From what I've seen, the gust needs to throw your opponent off their feet with wind. A self generated storm that ends when you're done with your turn. Lets try on the dummy.] she points out. {Lets try it out on something that lives.} Caiman growled, looking the dummy with dislike. Granted, he'd done some real damage to that thing once. [Shush. Gust. Converge your wind on one point. Blow it away.] Now Ridelys didn't have immediate recall of what the heavy hitters look like, but she imagined it. A thundergug. An enormous water snake that could try to eat a thundergug whole, and likely win. Other champion sarane. The sarane part did it. A snarl, a roar, the wind got VERY strong as it blew almost painfully hard forward. The dummy had been held down with ropes and such for this matter. Imagine little animated surprise eyes on the dummy as it wobbled dangerously on its legs, wings being pulled back on the wooden joints. These ropes had a bit of wear, but the dummy's wooden legs were held fast. The winds finally started to die off as it crashed back onto all fours. The drakes sides rose and fell as he took in deep breaths, like a bull seeing red. [Good job. Easy big guy, I'm nervous about going against some of these guys.] {They won't last against my wind.} [Dont' let your ego go to your head until you blow a thundergug away. Gust on the dummy.] Aided by his ego driven desire to blow them away, the crude knots Ridelys had done pulled almost loose as the dummy's wings opened fully rattling in the oncoming storm that was a sarane. harsh gust 5 4.5
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Post by Skylos on May 20, 2019 4:42:26 GMT -6
[Once the tournament is over, I want to work on your stamina. I did this with Dune-don't you give me that look.] Ridelys told him off as Caiman's wings halted the oncoming storm. He glared at her with wide angry eyes. [Dune needs more stamina so he can get into the air and stay there. He's not wind-blooded like you are. If anything, he could be a thundercloud.] {Focus. Me. Not him.} [Yes yes, Gust.] The wings of the dummy pulled at its leather padded body, the nails holding the joints together bending slightly as the wind again ripped them backwards. Age before power? Maybe, but one nail snapped in the wake of the contiunal gust, blowing one wing away. Shreds of burlap, torn free from the wing's escape, flapped lamely in the wind. In Caiman's head, that was another sarane losing a wing. [Your wind isn't a sword, and the healers wouldn't let you leave an opponent lame like that.] Drakes couldn't pout, but the set of his jaw shadowed by his old burn mark, aged and long healed over to darken his face dramatically looked interesting. Ridelys retrieved the wing before she had to chase it across the park. But made a bad choice of commanding before getting out of range. Having to duck as the other wing flew past her, rolling the wingless dummy into the trees. Shielding her face, Ridelys had to cling to the tree to avoid being blown away herself. No real response to that. After all, Wrath was taken. harsh gust 6 5.5 106/63
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Post by Skylos on May 20, 2019 4:56:38 GMT -6
[Once more, and really give that tree a blowdown. Gust of Envy.] This time, Ridelys had gotten back to Caiman, and out of range. Steeled with determination, the drake's generated winds whipped through the branches, taking bits and pieces off. A medium size branch, weakened from pervious attempts and other abuse by natural means broke free, crashing to the ground. The dummy's legs finally twisted free, the body spinning away to crash backwards down the hill. He could hear her jaw clack together in surprise. Chunks of bark joined the broken branches, even a few blunted marks in the aged bark. A mild whistle of surprise, and a pleased feeling passed between them. [Lets see them notice the Hurricane now...] {The fish tail called me Windblood once.} Caiman remembered. {I am the wind. I am a wind blood.} With the way he was holding his wings delicately, it appeared that the gust wasn't a repeated move back to back. They would need to work on his endurances after the tournament. [We've got a letter to write.] Hopefully it wasnt' too late, as Ridelys intended to personally deliver the note. Harsh gust 7 1.5 -learned?
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Post by Skylos on Jun 6, 2020 16:35:09 GMT -6
[Do you remember when I taught you how to dodge things thrown at you? she asked him as Caiman took off as soon as they were clear of the pit doors. Thankfully ribbons didn't have some sort of distance issue as he climbed into the air, pumping his wings. She didn't get an answer but more of an affirmative feeling, and a bit of irritation. Of having things thrown at him then walking into poles. She smiled. That was a long time ago in his pit ...career. [You are able to avoid the first rush, unless they spook you. The resulting sharp spike of anger of NOT SPOOKED came to her, probably because she couldn't hear him. He was enjoying his flight. [But you should be able to avoid on the ground. Come land, and we'll try this out. Dune can do this. We call it tag. Grumble. What that whelp could do, he could be better. Was he... jealous? {NO} By the time Caiman reluctantly came in to land, he found himself with his partner, but accompanied by what looked like a cat and a bat, worn around her shoulders like a second skin, waving his tail back and forth and shrieking occasionally. She had a small handful of red objects 'berries' to pacify it. Start dash
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Post by Skylos on Jun 8, 2020 10:43:23 GMT -6
{what is this} the drake towered over her, staring down at the pteropty using her as a jungle gym. Nightshade squealed and tried to hide on her, but her feather-hair wasn't thick enough to serve as a curtain. “His name is Nightshade, he’s going to play with you today. You are to evade him. It’s called play tag” She knelt down to the creature’s face level once peeling him off her. “Nightshade, the big mean drake is my partner. We’re going to play tag today. Just tap him with your tail.” she took his tail briefly and bumped it against her own leg as he protested. “Little taps. He won’t hurt me, but he will keep away. Ok? Tag with tail. Lightly.” Ridelys repeated the gesture of tapping the oozing tail until the pteropty pulled it out of her hand and poked her with it briefly and she fed him berries. “Good. Go play tail tag” 'You're going to evade Nightshade, he's fast for his size and this is what I did with Dune-Eye.' The haughty growl that came from her partner, seasoned from fighting and his own pride, suddenly found his legs splattered with goop. "I forgot to tell you to evade him..." she smacked her forehead briefly. The bat scampered back to her, gibbering happily that he'd done his job. Caiman did note that she had Gloves on.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 8, 2020 10:57:07 GMT -6
'Whatever you do, don't lick that off. He's poisonous.' Ridelys warned. The resting irritation expression on the long muzzle of her partner really hit home of {what is this reasoning} 'Like I told Dune a long time ago, and how you know already, sarane fight dirty. They aren't going to wait for you to get the first foot off to land their one hit kills and such.' Didn't he know the feeling. A sharp memory of the gold, the giant monster brown, and a few other drakes who had somehow moved faster then he did. "Play tag Caiman. You need to keep away from Nightshade, but don't hurt him." Nightshade on the other hand, had a grand time irritating the bigger drake as he flapped around and scampered up and down, gooping the drake every time he managed to not avoid him. Moving in short bursts of speed to avoid the goop splashing bat thing appeared much harder then it appeared. Especially with needing to repeat the gesture every few minutes or so. About lunchtime, Ridelys coaxed them both to stop so Caiman could be cleaned up, they be fed and praised, and rest a bit. Seasoned he may be, but Caiman himself admitted to being slightly rusty. He was breathing a bit hard. {This smells bad, like bad meat} the drake complained while she wiped the poisonous goo off his hide.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 8, 2020 11:54:06 GMT -6
"Play tag!" He could avoid the first attack, but subsequent ones were not his specialty. Since Dune could not fly, that was why Ridelys had worked him on his abilities to be nimble on the ground. She hadn't taught him about keeping up an outright run yet, but that might be an idea later on. He'd done a fair job on his contest routine, and she could still feel the strength of those weave poles against her back. While she was trying to wash him, Nightshade took it upon himself to make Caiman's wash a difficult one, trying to take distracted headshots. But what he didn't expect was to be flattened out of the air into the sand. Squeaking loudly, the bat flailed and screamed. PANCAKE PANCAKE! "Let him up Caiman. You're hurting Nightshade." the pressure seemed to lessen. Squalling bloody murder, the bat struggled back to his perch of his owner, giving Caiman the dirtiest of looks, only to be ignored. He let his partner wash the hardening goop off him, which thankfully seemed to be water-soluble. She straightened up, quite wet herself, and gave the bat a few head scratches. "You, little guy, are nothing but trouble." the amount of exasperated squeaking seemed to be an argument of his innocence. Caiman growled at the little bat, but the bat somehow managed to twist his lower body upwards and scorpion curl his twin tails, trying to be threatening. "Play tag!" Ridelys plucked the bat from her back and tossed him into the air. He swooped for Caiman, who both flattened him and worked to avoid the dives. As the game continued, with Ridelys interfering to avoid Nightshade being injured by the wrath of the drake who now seemed to be pancaking the bat whnever he could take a potshot chance. Cheapshots. "I'm sure you're having great fun flattening Nightshade, but the idea is to avoid him with moving quickly away. Not just squashing everything you see with wrath." Caiman grumbled audibly. "Try again, but no pancakes. Play tag!" The little bat came for him... and he waited a bit too late to avoid him. Getting tagged, but not as much.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 8, 2020 14:48:52 GMT -6
{I am much more agile in the air then on the ground. I am the wind, not the ground} the drake hissed as he stumbled backwards away from the diving bat. The speed would come with time, but perhaps she should be changing targets. For the last part of their day, Ridelys stopped shouting commands at the two, since a. she could talk normally if Caiman was in earshot due to the ingrown ring, and they had a ribbon. She had no specific codeword in mind yet for the specific choice of movement. Pulling Nightshade off the drake's snout of one too many cheap shots of pancaking with air pressure proved to be difficult. With their interactions, Caiman figured out that despite the troublemaking nature of the bat, Ridelys did care for it very much, and did not eat it as a result. Plus, he'd rather not deal with being poisoned by his meals. The bat, tired of being flattened, clung to the long muzzle of the giant carnivore with two wings, chewing grumpily on his nostrils. Thankfully his fangs were too small to cause much damage, and Ridelys had an antivenom shot on her in case he did end up poisoning her partner in spite. Caiman held himself still when she administered the small pinch. 'good boy.' She patted his neck briefly. 'You're doing really well. I'm proud of you.' A rumbling growl as he bowed his head to rest the edge of his jaw on her shoulder in a rare form of affection. Or just exasperation over her featherbrained ideas. 'I'll think up a codeword for this in a while. but I'm going to chase you now. Lets play tag.' To add insult to her lack of wings, he just plain showered her with water and took off. -end dash?-
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Post by Skylos on Jun 16, 2020 10:32:19 GMT -6
Perhaps what he needed to learn how to dash about on the ground was a grounded opponent. Something or someone who can't fly. Dune sprung to mind. But first building up his endurance would be best. The next day, Ridelys called her partner out to the loch. Drawing him in to land beside her. "Were going to walk around the lake." Grumbling, the drake glowered at her with his squinted eye. {Walk? WALK?!} "YES, WALK." she explained. And walked off without him. "Come on, lets go!" Frustrated by the lack of interest in what HE wanted to do today (usually entailing flying his territory), the brown veteran followed his partner grumplily. The farther edges of the giant loch went into wooded forest and that forest could be crawling with prey. {Why are you doing this} "Remember when I first decided to let Dune fight in a tournament?" {I try to forget that} -Start Endurance-
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Post by Skylos on Jun 16, 2020 10:40:45 GMT -6
He didn't need to see her flat face to know his partner wasn't happy with that fact. "Because he can't fly, I wanted him to be swifter on the ground. I'm sure you noticed, their human rules force all combatants to be on the ground when the bell starts. And some drakes/hens are either wearing jewelry or have trained hard to be faster. So the first attack isn't something always avoided." Caiman clearly recalled this unfair fact, even if he claimed no fear. She had started picking up the pace as well. "Its not always the endurance of your legs, but of your wings." {I don't understand what you mean.} the drake growled as he sped up, matching her pace. Perhaps it was because he didn't walk everywhere that he already could feel pain in his feet spreading up his legs to be painful. And they weren't even jogging yet. In this case, it would be his legs.
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