Keegan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
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Post by Keegan on Mar 20, 2011 23:31:56 GMT
Keegan was a natural protector, a wolf who lived and breathed for the purpose he had discovered with the pack under the guidance of those like Cole and Dia. It was in his blood, such a huge part of his life and who he was to the very core now that he couldn't imagine being without that purpose and focus. He was a fighter, in many ways it was what he had been born to do despite the trials and torments of his earlier years and how they haunted his steps even now years later. Keegan had had no siblings growing up and no time for friends, he had been consumed by his devotion to his family and that had taken up so much of his time and attention and now that he was with the pack after escaping his own kind of personal hell it was almost as though he was making up for lost time. A brother and sisters, friends everywhere he turned, people he loved and trusted with his life, people he would fight and die for. A woman he cared for more than he could say, more than he could even deal with. In many ways, his life was more complete than it had ever been before.
With a growl and just a glimpse of feral intention in his normally hazel eyes, Keegan let his mind run quickly, tactics and experience learned over many years firing through his brain to lend him ideas and he chuckled low and quiet in the base of his throat in response to Molly's mirth filled words. "No?" he challenged. "We'll see about that."
With that he acted, releasing his hold on Molly's leg only to reach up with both arms; one took hers above the elbow and the other managed to grasp her below joint of the shoulder. With a generous application of his strength and speed and a full bow over at the waist he was able to dislodge the younger wolf, laughing at her gasp as her weight was shifted over his head, tucked as it was close to his chest. Her back hit the mat and he loomed over her with his grip having slid around her arms to pin her instead, the slight smirk he had shown moments before spreading into a full and satisfied grin.
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Molly
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
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Post by Molly on Mar 21, 2011 18:19:38 GMT
Well, it wasn't so much a gasp as it was a "gah!" Obviously Keegan would best her in any 'fight' and Molly wouldn't even consider trying to push her luck. She was still in training, and wouldn't be a full-fledged fighter for some time. There was nothing shameful or upsetting about it -- that was simply how it was. When she was ready to join the ranks with the likes of Keegan and Irina, she would.
Of course, the bruises did get a little tiresome. Her healing factor as a werewolf meant that the marks would never show up for more than a day, but being banged around could still be a bit painful.
Molly squeaked when she hit the mat, breath rushing out of her on a laugh. Wriggling free was out of the question, so she 'scowled' up at her surrogate brother. "Fine, Top Dog," she groused, the potentially bitter jab softened by the grin on her face. "But I still ain't afraid of you."
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Keegan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
Posts: 240
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Post by Keegan on Mar 22, 2011 0:38:54 GMT
When the time came and Molly was ready Keegan would be behind her all the way. That was part of why he liked to play such an active role in her training. He wanted to be able to say he believed Molly was ready to be a fighter and mean it with all his heart and soul without being biased one way or the other. Naturally he worried about her going into any combat situation but he knew that when she qualified as a fighter she would be ready for it. That was the conflict he would be faced with time and time again as her brother, as the one who had adopted her into his life and into his heart as family regardless of blood and name. Keegan would worry about her for the rest of their lives and that was his right. Nothing was going to change that.
His smirk was triumphant and he let a little of the wolf shine through again. "Top Dog?" he echoed, his head tilting to a thoroughly wolfen angle. "I'll take it." Keegan held himself steady, not even remotely out of breath after the brief scuffle and he had the air of a man who could hold such a pose for the rest of the day if he chose to. He was comfortable, confident in his victory, and just to tease the younger wolf on the mat beneath him he made out as though he would going to drag it out. "What did we just learn about climbing on bigger, badder opponents?" he asked her with a teasing edge in his voice, one brow quirking upward.
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Molly
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
Posts: 171
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Post by Molly on Mar 22, 2011 17:16:43 GMT
Molly narrowed her eyes. She pulled against Keegan's solid grip on her arms and tried to wriggle herself free. The fact that both actions had the same result -- absolutely nothing -- made the younger female sigh in exaggerated irritation. A heavy exhale blew a few wayward locks of jet-black hair away from her face as she fixed her older brother with a dull kind of stare.
"Larger opponents are not jungle gyms," the Irish she-wolf deadpanned. It wasn't their typical lesson, despite the fact that Keegan had apparently decided to turn it into one, however playfully. When they truly sparred together and when Molly had it in her mind to make progress, there would be no horseplay.
Nonetheless, she was who she was. That mischief was always there, just beneath the surface -- Molly couldn't help who she was. She squirmed again. "Can I get up now?"
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Keegan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
Posts: 240
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Post by Keegan on Mar 23, 2011 0:31:28 GMT
Keegan had a lot of weight to throw around in a fight and what made him dangerous was the fact that he not only knew that but he also knew just how to utilise his formidable size and strength. For some it could be a disadvantage being so physically large and imposing, it made people slow and clumsy, but not Keegan. He had spent years -- literally years -- learning just how to put his size to good use and just what moves he could rely on in a fight. He was big and he was powerful but he had also learned how to be quick and agile. He was able to keep Molly pinned easily with minimal effort but it wasn't just because he was large and heavy; Keegan was a serious contender in most physical altercations because he knew his own strengths and weaknesses. The smallest fighter could be the most dangerous in any fight. Size meant nothing. Molly would learn that -- in fact she was already on her way -- and perhaps in time she would figure out the best way to successfully wriggle her way out of this kind of hold.
"Very good," he responded with an amused and affectionate lilt to his voice, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. When he released his hold on her he rocked back onto his haunches fully and then stood whilst taking a purposeful step back. He was stepping out of range. Keegan knew Molly better than most, sometimes better than she knew herself, and he wouldn't put it past her to try and claim the upper hand even after she had been pinned and made to admit defeat. "Had enough training yet?" he asked her, his head cocked to one side as he lifted his brows. Just because he had pinned her to the mat that didn't mean Molly would be done for the day.
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Molly
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
Posts: 171
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Post by Molly on Mar 25, 2011 15:49:35 GMT
She watched Keegan take that preemptive step back and resisted the urge to growl at him. Of course the older fighter had every reason to be concerned -- Molly would have been on him again in a heartbeat, if only to ruffle his feathers. As it was, she simply grinned as she rolled gracefully back onto her feet. Already, Molly was coming to understand how her body moved and what her strengths and weaknesses were in a combat situation. It would take plenty more training for her to truly feel comfortable, but that was why she had the likes of Keegan around to help.
Her mood vastly improved, part of the black-haired female wanted to bound off and see what trouble she could cause. However, she met Keegan's gaze, still grinning, and shook her head. If she wanted to fight for this pack, she needed to train.
"We can keep going."
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Keegan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
Posts: 240
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Post by Keegan on Mar 26, 2011 2:05:28 GMT
Given that he was their primary trainer in what he supposed could be classed their mandatory self defence sessions, Keegan understandably knew each of his siblings' tactics well, better than any other wolf in the pack or so he liked to think. He had worked with them all to such a point that he could pre-empt their moves and their reactions to any part of a fight, especially when he was their opponent. Against anyone else the rhythm would be completely different but he still knew them all better than any other fighter in the pack. He had made sure of that.
"Good," he said to her with a smile and a nod. "That's what I like to hear." With that he let his eyes flash to their wolfen hue, goading her into acting first. Keegan was a big man and an even bigger wolf and if he struck first then the odds were that he would land at least one blow whilst on the offensive and the last thing he wanted to do was cause Molly harm. He wasn't wearing the pads but he would be able to deflect her blows just as easily and painlessly on his part all the same.
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