Chronicle III
54th of Fall, 501
54th of Fall, 501
The blooded dagger dropped from her fingers and thudded to the ground. Yellow eyes widened in fear and regret...yet she couldn't help a smile from spreading across her features...Victory.
ooc :
"GET UP YOU FUCKING WEAKLING!"
The scream did not fall upon deaf ears as a young Tinnok lay sprawled in the dirt, blood rushing from her nose, dagger clutched lamely in one hand. She felt the pressure of a foot upon her back and groaned in pain.
"Goddess you are soooo pathetic, scale face. What the fuck is even the point of doing this?"
She had heard a lot of insults in her time, but it was the disdain that got Tinnok back off the ground every time. She rolled, dislodging the foot and leaping up like a tired panther, attacking her sister full on, mouth open in an enraged snarl, dagger at the ready aimed for her throat.
Reina batted her away like a doll with a well placed side swiping kick into her midsection, sending Tinnok back into the dirt for the 12th time. She was counting.
"No, I really mean it, bitch, you must be messed up in that scaly little head of yours to keep doing this like a rabid dog."
A tear dribbled down Tinnok's face, but she made sure to wipe it into the dirt before rising. She took in a deep undulating breath, standing shakily on the last of her strength. Reina tilted her head a little, clearly intrigued. "Interesting...not just going to charge in like a Tskanna in heat?"
Tinnok's gaze remained steady, her feet spreading apart slightly in preparation for whatever was surely going to be coming her way. The older, more beautiful, more experience full blooded sister came in like a dancer. Her body gyrated wonderfully, Tinnok's eyes lighting up with envy at the way her feet barely disturbed the dust they strode upon. Tinnok was lanky and tall for her age, but completely a mess coordination wise. As her sister's scythe came sweeping in, Tinnok had to put the full force of her body into the long dagger she held in her grasp, steel clashing against steel, as she stopped the curve of the blade just barely from cutting off anything precious. Those of the Tempered Steel clan rarely trained with wooden weapons. If one of their own lost a finger or limb in a training bout...well it was their own damn fault wasn't it? This rule started from an extremely young age, to the point where Tinnok did not notice it unless she watched the military training with wooden practice swords.
But she rarely entered Taloba after...
Her teeth were gritted, her body tired and aching from the bruisings she had already received. Her sister's superior strength was soon to win out in this contest of wills, and so Tinnok ducked, releasing the force of the weapon, and hearing Reina curse as her body was forced to follow through with the sweep, Tinnok jumping up and putting the dagger to her sister's throat with a triumphant smile. The rage was palpable in her sibling's darker, smaller eyes as they set upon Tinnok. Reina was a notoriously sore loser. And she showed it in this moment, but kicking Tinnok in the groin.
The half breed cried out, falling to the earth once more, and listening to the laughter of her sister fade as she walked back towards the longhouses. Petching bitch...
