Post by Lee Panthera on May 29, 2011 22:38:33 GMT -5
This is for you Demoan Syndel, boss and friend of Nefarious Pleasures. My book may not get published maybe it will but till then in the meantime enjoy the excerpts and here is something to pounder on in the mean time. I have been of the furry domain since its infancy; the boards, forums and games. For most of them I was a traveler, a wonderer and even loner. Until that night in the bar at Nefarious were we met when two fools happen to burst in and decided to be stupid while we shared drinks and common conversation. I became part of a very unique family and dream place of Furcadia. And let’s not forget that in RL some time back we unknowingly met on a figure eight track and like in this short story we proceeded to try and beat the hell out of each other. My poor little Duster never had a chance, maybe a rematch!?
Till next time Dem boss.
Lee
They walked out into the arena slowly their eyes focused on each other their steps firm but silent. Demoan wore a jumpsuit like outfit, the ends strapped tight to her wrists and ankles. Slender slickly formed boots on her pawed feet that where almost knee high laced tightly augmenting her shapely calves. The suit was an all black with a slight trace of red lines crossing the front of her chest crisscrossing then over her waist then down her legs. She wore fingerless gloves the knuckles exposed threw small openings the ends of the gloves going to the mid part of her arms. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tightly wrapped ponytail, a small sash tied about it. She smiled and put her hands on her hips and nodded to Lee who faced opposite of her.
Lee wore a loose fitting BDU like pants, the ends tucked into traditional Shinobi footwear, sandal like shoes with cross sectioned straps that lined the upper leg the soles flat and thick. His top was also a BDU like shirt with no pockets or loops, the front held closed with small laces. His hands bare, no gloves or rings upon them. The entire outfit was black as the coal in the earth, not one place showed any color or lightness. In fact the whole outfit he wore looked like it was almost a kind of void in the place he stood. She didn’t know whether she found it fascinating or a little strange. Even the band tied across around his head was black; a gray lined symbol of the Trieye Shinobi clan could barely be seen. Lee bowed slightly to Demoan as he cupped his hands behind him and smiled in return.
“I am honored to have this opportunity to spar with you Dem. I hope to bring the honor to you and be worthy of your combat.” Lee nodded a little bit and smiled sincerely.
Demoan tilted her head a little and returned the smile. “Lee, you already have earned my respect and honor a long time ago. You have proven yourself to me and the others many times in both as a partner of Nefarious Pleasures and in battle”. She then made the traditional salute of putting a fist into an open palm it slamming home making a loud smack.
“But don’t think for a moment I’m going easy on your furry ass!” she announced and took a ready combat stance.
Lee returned the salute with a universal movement, his fist making a slight rotating movement before becoming a fully formed fist and took up a ready stance as well.
“Would not want it any other way Dem!” he replied.
The others sat in the arena seats above them; Dom, Ob, Luc, Dar and the rest. Most of them had fought Demoan here; all came away with different results and experiences, and a few bruises. Most of them have excellent combat experience; others were more adapt to the arts of darkness and light. The various forms of heretic arts and magic. But tonight Dem was facing off with someone whose life was combat and all known and even unknown Martial form. Who’s very being flowed with the many chi of battle and war. Panthera was the very essence of combat, a rare living being that the universe choose. To live on as a humble mortal soul to those who looked upon him but behind the face of that humbleness existed the very spirit of battle it’s self. There were knights, soldiers, warriors and martial masters; but then there are the Shinobi.
This was not a battle but a fight, a fight of honor and to explore one’s opponent combat abilities. What Dem called getting to know one another better by beating the hell out of each other. Both of them skilled and veterans of combat, both practical and street. Both of them aged by success, determination and hardship. Panthera had spilled his blood and others in war, local conflicts, coos, special operations and oppositions. Except for one thing; Dem was not aged in war like Panthera. Not in what was known but in what was done over the ages and Panthera unlike those here was for more aged than anyone could possibly ever know. Except for Demoan, she suspected and perhaps somehow knew Lee was perhaps the most combat skilled soul she had ever met and much older than he was known to be. Very much older. Whether by fate, magic or nature she did not care. She only cared about what mattered and that was knowing those you worked with in regards to their ideals, loyalty and skills.
They stood motionless for several minutes not moving almost statue like. The others in the observation area made no sound at all for it seemed like they all felt a difference in the air. The sound of the air conditioning system was about all that was making any noise. Then what seemed like forever both fighters moved with speed that was almost to that of a bullet, their foot paw falls making little if any sound. They all had to adjust their eyes and seats to make sure they were able to see them both as they closed with remarkable speed.
Dem and Lee did not make a striking pass like most others had done for instead they both met head on and almost airborne in the process. Dem had made a side kick with a twisting fist strike while Lee had brought his knees up to chest level one hand open making a circular knife hand strike while the other clinched fist straight inward. The sound of stinking flesh on flesh was nothing short of one hearing a steel bat hitting another or a two by four being broke over a stone. For several seconds they exchanged blows and blocks, parries and kicks. Each technique different than the last though to an amateur it would appear to be the same punches and kicks. Then as fast as they had started it all took about twenty seconds for the first attacks by both to subside and they took a stance inches from each other.
“Fucking hey, I could hardly see that!” Ob said in a low voice. Luc folded his arms and leaned back looking over to Ob. “That was just a simple warm up”. He stated.
Indeed, but if all fights started in the way this had with some of the others there would be some serious hurt going on. Dem rarely went easy on others and Lee was no exception. Though at times she went easy on a few that she was training. But in this instance they both agreed no silly ass feints and taps were going on here at starting. This spar involved two serious masters of kick ass.
They looked into each other’s eyes for second and once again they attacked and this time the blood and fury in their eyes was evident. Lee attacked more to her left side, his back fist being intercepted by her forearm in which she returned same with a counter strike along with a shin attack. Lee drew up his leg as she did so, the sound would make most people clinch. They exchanged multiple strikes and blocks in kick boxing style while their fists entangled repeatedly in grasps and pulls. Their faces showed no expression of surprise or anger, only concentration and calm. Dem was very well skilled in kick boxing; she was a master in her own right. Suddenly they both became entangled in a lock of arms and legs, for a second they made a few pushes and pulls in an attempt to get in a strike to brake the hold they had upon each other and then they flew apart into the air landing a few feet away.
“I like that last move, very intense Dem. It took some effort to pull free, but not too much”. He stated with a slight smile.
“Your technique to get free was interesting, but not that interesting!” she replied.
And then they charged into another head on fury, this time they both announced their charge in a yell related to their style. Just as they clashed the alarm system to the place went off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. They both froze and looked to each other and nodded.
“Guess my furry ass will have to wait on the no going easy stuff!?” He said to Dem.
Dem lowered her arms and stance as he did. “A rain check on that!” she stated in return a smirk on her face.
They both along with the others were on their feet and heading out to meet what stupid fool or thing had decided to intrude on Nefarious Pleasures’ secure areas.
-TBC
Till next time Dem boss.
Lee
Friends fight, enemies embattle
They walked out into the arena slowly their eyes focused on each other their steps firm but silent. Demoan wore a jumpsuit like outfit, the ends strapped tight to her wrists and ankles. Slender slickly formed boots on her pawed feet that where almost knee high laced tightly augmenting her shapely calves. The suit was an all black with a slight trace of red lines crossing the front of her chest crisscrossing then over her waist then down her legs. She wore fingerless gloves the knuckles exposed threw small openings the ends of the gloves going to the mid part of her arms. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tightly wrapped ponytail, a small sash tied about it. She smiled and put her hands on her hips and nodded to Lee who faced opposite of her.
Lee wore a loose fitting BDU like pants, the ends tucked into traditional Shinobi footwear, sandal like shoes with cross sectioned straps that lined the upper leg the soles flat and thick. His top was also a BDU like shirt with no pockets or loops, the front held closed with small laces. His hands bare, no gloves or rings upon them. The entire outfit was black as the coal in the earth, not one place showed any color or lightness. In fact the whole outfit he wore looked like it was almost a kind of void in the place he stood. She didn’t know whether she found it fascinating or a little strange. Even the band tied across around his head was black; a gray lined symbol of the Trieye Shinobi clan could barely be seen. Lee bowed slightly to Demoan as he cupped his hands behind him and smiled in return.
“I am honored to have this opportunity to spar with you Dem. I hope to bring the honor to you and be worthy of your combat.” Lee nodded a little bit and smiled sincerely.
Demoan tilted her head a little and returned the smile. “Lee, you already have earned my respect and honor a long time ago. You have proven yourself to me and the others many times in both as a partner of Nefarious Pleasures and in battle”. She then made the traditional salute of putting a fist into an open palm it slamming home making a loud smack.
“But don’t think for a moment I’m going easy on your furry ass!” she announced and took a ready combat stance.
Lee returned the salute with a universal movement, his fist making a slight rotating movement before becoming a fully formed fist and took up a ready stance as well.
“Would not want it any other way Dem!” he replied.
The others sat in the arena seats above them; Dom, Ob, Luc, Dar and the rest. Most of them had fought Demoan here; all came away with different results and experiences, and a few bruises. Most of them have excellent combat experience; others were more adapt to the arts of darkness and light. The various forms of heretic arts and magic. But tonight Dem was facing off with someone whose life was combat and all known and even unknown Martial form. Who’s very being flowed with the many chi of battle and war. Panthera was the very essence of combat, a rare living being that the universe choose. To live on as a humble mortal soul to those who looked upon him but behind the face of that humbleness existed the very spirit of battle it’s self. There were knights, soldiers, warriors and martial masters; but then there are the Shinobi.
This was not a battle but a fight, a fight of honor and to explore one’s opponent combat abilities. What Dem called getting to know one another better by beating the hell out of each other. Both of them skilled and veterans of combat, both practical and street. Both of them aged by success, determination and hardship. Panthera had spilled his blood and others in war, local conflicts, coos, special operations and oppositions. Except for one thing; Dem was not aged in war like Panthera. Not in what was known but in what was done over the ages and Panthera unlike those here was for more aged than anyone could possibly ever know. Except for Demoan, she suspected and perhaps somehow knew Lee was perhaps the most combat skilled soul she had ever met and much older than he was known to be. Very much older. Whether by fate, magic or nature she did not care. She only cared about what mattered and that was knowing those you worked with in regards to their ideals, loyalty and skills.
They stood motionless for several minutes not moving almost statue like. The others in the observation area made no sound at all for it seemed like they all felt a difference in the air. The sound of the air conditioning system was about all that was making any noise. Then what seemed like forever both fighters moved with speed that was almost to that of a bullet, their foot paw falls making little if any sound. They all had to adjust their eyes and seats to make sure they were able to see them both as they closed with remarkable speed.
Dem and Lee did not make a striking pass like most others had done for instead they both met head on and almost airborne in the process. Dem had made a side kick with a twisting fist strike while Lee had brought his knees up to chest level one hand open making a circular knife hand strike while the other clinched fist straight inward. The sound of stinking flesh on flesh was nothing short of one hearing a steel bat hitting another or a two by four being broke over a stone. For several seconds they exchanged blows and blocks, parries and kicks. Each technique different than the last though to an amateur it would appear to be the same punches and kicks. Then as fast as they had started it all took about twenty seconds for the first attacks by both to subside and they took a stance inches from each other.
“Fucking hey, I could hardly see that!” Ob said in a low voice. Luc folded his arms and leaned back looking over to Ob. “That was just a simple warm up”. He stated.
Indeed, but if all fights started in the way this had with some of the others there would be some serious hurt going on. Dem rarely went easy on others and Lee was no exception. Though at times she went easy on a few that she was training. But in this instance they both agreed no silly ass feints and taps were going on here at starting. This spar involved two serious masters of kick ass.
They looked into each other’s eyes for second and once again they attacked and this time the blood and fury in their eyes was evident. Lee attacked more to her left side, his back fist being intercepted by her forearm in which she returned same with a counter strike along with a shin attack. Lee drew up his leg as she did so, the sound would make most people clinch. They exchanged multiple strikes and blocks in kick boxing style while their fists entangled repeatedly in grasps and pulls. Their faces showed no expression of surprise or anger, only concentration and calm. Dem was very well skilled in kick boxing; she was a master in her own right. Suddenly they both became entangled in a lock of arms and legs, for a second they made a few pushes and pulls in an attempt to get in a strike to brake the hold they had upon each other and then they flew apart into the air landing a few feet away.
“I like that last move, very intense Dem. It took some effort to pull free, but not too much”. He stated with a slight smile.
“Your technique to get free was interesting, but not that interesting!” she replied.
And then they charged into another head on fury, this time they both announced their charge in a yell related to their style. Just as they clashed the alarm system to the place went off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. They both froze and looked to each other and nodded.
“Guess my furry ass will have to wait on the no going easy stuff!?” He said to Dem.
Dem lowered her arms and stance as he did. “A rain check on that!” she stated in return a smirk on her face.
They both along with the others were on their feet and heading out to meet what stupid fool or thing had decided to intrude on Nefarious Pleasures’ secure areas.
-TBC