Tutoring Lessons (Private Arkhor

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It was a late summer day, and Rayla was out being taught by none other then the tribe lieutenant himself, and her own father, Arkhor. Rayla, wanting to eventually grow up to become the tribe leader, watched Arkhor's every move as he presented himself to her, not that she hadn't seen him every day of her life before, though. She was extremely interested in learning how to do stuff, such as hunting things and fighting. She was very interested in fighting. After all, Rayla was nearly fourteen years old now, and she would be given her rank when she was eighteen/seventeen. She was simply beaming with excitement and the possibility of becoming the leader of the tribe. Her tail whipped back and forth and her paws darted out in front of her with impatience as she watched her father approach her. He had been SOOOOOOO busy lately, and the young SeaWing barely got to spend any time with him any more. Rayla hoped that today she would be learning important stuff, such as how to fight, and how to hunt like the most beloved of pros. That was why she let out a shrill screech of happiness and started bouncing all over the place when she saw her father, leaping over to him and circling around him several times, before finally calming down and sitting down in the sand, her eyes wide, and her tongue lolling, her paws bouncing up and down. She could hardly control all of her energy, especially when she was excited as she was. She yipped at Arkhor a few times, bouncing on her hind legs, before she fell backwards and quickly picked herself up again, her tail wagging like a dog's.

Ark snarled at Rayla egging her on, when his tail swung towards her snout, but suddenly stopping just before her cheek. Smirking he stroked his wet tail sliding against her cheek scales. "Come on!" he laughed gazing towards her as she prepared to pounce wondering what her first move will be.

// short but I want to make the first move //

Growling, Rayla leaped up on his tail, rolling the way he had showed her to dodge it, before leaping up on her hind legs and running toward Arkhor. Before she attacked him, she sped off in the opposite direction, whirling around and launching herself on his back.

Turning his head he noticed that she jumped onto his back, curious what could she hope to achieve being on his back. He prepared himself anyway watching closely he noticed that she was looking around him for a 'weakness' no doubt. Giving out a low growl, "What you up too?"

Watching Arkhor carefully, she dug her claws into his back, jumping on his neck and wrapping her arms around it. Since she was almost as big as Arkhor, her weight almost matched his. She then leaned back, letting gravity pull her and Arkhor's neck down without flexing. She also looped her tail around one of his front legs and pulled.

letting out a growl of pain when Rayla dug her claws in, then following up with her jumping and wrapping herself around his neck. At that moment he knew what she was trying to do, using his large wings to apply weight to counter Rayla's, suddenly he felt her tail wrapping around one of his legs, pulling it made him slip on the sand, but using his tail he managed to readjust himself. "Nice try... It would have worked if you where quicker." he smirked

Rayla growled when Arkhor threw her off him, and her attack didn't work. She snarled and leaped off him, rolling in the sand and quickly jumping up and watching him, crouching low to the ground as she eyed him. Her tail flicked back and forth impatiently. Arkhor was strong, true, but she thought that she could over power him. Watching him move, she hissed, clawing the sand, her tail flicking back and forth. So he wanted her to move faster? Alright then, she would show him how fast she could move!

With a lunge of her hind legs, she started running circles around Arkhor, keeping a careful eye on him to make sure he'd fall for her plan. While she ran she kicked up dust and sand in her wake, opening up her wings and sending more sand in Ark's direction as she span around him in a tight circle.

Her plan was that the sand would fly into her father's eyes and temporarily blind her father, so then while he wasn't sure what to do, she could jump on his neck and tear him down. If that didn't work, she could use her tail to wrap around his neck and use her paws to take his paws out, like he had taught her.

Watching Rayla as he circled him causing dust and sand to hover in the air, he had an idea of what she was doing, knowing that it was a good idea he choose to let her continue. Suddenly a gust of air and sand blasted towards his face, catching some up his nose he sneezed while being blinded from the sand in his eyes. The discomfort was annoying him as he rubbed his eyes with his right paw, knowing that Rayla would make an attack at any moment he prepared himself for another lunge on his neck.

Being predictable, Rayla did just that, waiting until the time was right to lunge herself at Arkhor's neck while he was trying to wipe the dust from his eyes. Though she didn't exactly do it in a likely spot. Instead, when she was about to leap, she lost her footing from the sheer momentum of trying to suddenly stop from the speed she had been going in the sand, causing her to slide for a little bit. Though she refused to let this get in the way of her 'genius' plan, and quickly stood up, leaping at his neck from behind him. She just lept right over his neck, using her tail to wrap around it, before she fell over him and bit his leg, using her front paws to stop her from falling into the sand.

Finally he managed to clear his eyes, only to be greeted with Rayla curling her tail around his neck and biting into his right leg, his leg flinched and let out a growl of pain. He began to shake his leg trying to release Rayla's grip, It seemed like Ray's plan didn't work, since she missed his neck he thought. gripping the sand again with his claws he awaited to see what she would do next.

Rayla was becoming frustrated now. An instinctual part of her said to curse in an unknown language. She was done trying to figure out how to knock her father down to the ground. Instead, she decided to jump off his back and run off in a far away direction, before spinning around and glaring over at Arkhor. She was about fifty yards away, crouching as she watched Arkhor. Her attention span had run short at this point. Letting out a growl, she lunged toward Arkhor, kicking up sand in her wake.

With a snarl, she charged into his neck at full speed, her claws digging into his scales. Her tail whipped wildly back and forth, and the area around Arkhor's feet and legs -- unknown to her -- began to freeze. She was unaware that her body was subconsciously producing ice from her anger and frustration. The ice, combined with the sheer power of her body slamming into his, would be pretty hard not to avoid.

Ark sighed, as Rayla jumped off him, thinking to himself 'Maybe she can't...' as she darted a distance away he turned around and dashed back towards him. She was trying again charging straight at him, as she landed her claws her claws dug in again. Letting out another growl of pain he noticed his legs felt cold , turning his gaze he noticed ice began to form around his scales. A slight surge of panic sparked inside, knowing that it must be Rayla, snarling as she slammed her weight into his chest, he felt the sheer force as he slided in the sand. The ice continued to grow up his legs, "Rayla stop!" he shouted as he began to try to release his paws from the ice prison then held them.

(Short post. On mobile.)

When she heard her father scream, she let go, and the ice stopped growing.

After a few moments he managed to unfreeze the ice around his scales, Rayla stopped her attack, he smirked slightly and responded "You need to control your ice powers, Ice can damage me very easily. But I'm not blaming you..." his paw shook from the sheer cold.

"Pfft, you're the one who didn't fall down!" said Rayla, unapologetic.

Ark sighed replying "Ray.. Lets try again, this time control your emotions. They get the better of you." As his scales started to warm up he felt better and return back to the previous stance. Continuing "This time I will strike back so its like a real fight, don't worry it will only be like you where dodging before." He smiled letting Ray strike first.

Rayla grinned and smirked at her father, feeling frisky and risky when he mentioned that he wasn't going to go easy on her this time. Great, a real challenge! She thought with pride, smirking as she glanced over at her father, her tail whipping back and forth as she nodded at his order to control her emotions better, though not really listening. She didn't really listen to anything he was saying anymore, she just wanted to get some real action done. Nodding at her father, she jumped back a few steps, away from him so that she would have more room to move around and attack on command. She assumed she wouldn't be allowed to use her breath attacks, which made her pout, but she otherwise ignored that fact. Then she made her move.

Zipping across the sand, she made no effort to hide the fact she was a guardian, standing tall and intimidating against the mysterious yellow sun as she ran at Arkhor, her tail flailing in the wind as she launched toward him at top speeds. Her claws were unsheathed as she spun toward Arkhor, launching at him. At the last moment, she leaped up, extending her claws long so that she could scratch his face or something, her muscles tense in case she had to make a sudden escape or something.

(End you're sentances like that when in actual battle. It allows the other to make a move.

Ark smiled then quickly changing to a playful snarl, preparing himself for her lunge, lunging with her right talon scratching his face, following up with Ark swiping his tail towards her to counter or something. Tensing his legs to counter her weight. His face twitched from his scales being cut on his cheek as a small drop of blood ran down his snout.

When she scratched him successfully, drawing blood, Rayla was too excited to notice the tail winding at her, and so it knocked her to the side, preventing her from actually tackling him, and sending her flying off to the side with a thump. This in turn caused her to roll on the sand for a few minutes, before she finally launched her wings out and unsheathed her claws, bouncing her up into the air. Before she could fly up and loose control, her claws dug deep into the sand, giving her a grip to stop moving, before she glanced over at Arkhor. Man, this was going to be more difficult then the SeaWing demigod trainee had originally thought. But that didn't matter, seeing as she was the most powerful trainee ever - an exaggeration - she thought with incompetence, grinning as she watched her father, and relaxed her muscles so that she would more easily be able to glide across the sand at the speed of a shooting bullet.

Relaxing herself, Rayla let out a breath, and began to circle her father, her eyes narrowing as she watched his every move, in case he tried to charge at her again. Her tail just barely skinned the grains of sand, making a soft, practically barely noticeable rattling sound as her rough scales scaled the sand. Then, she decided to make her next move, running toward Arkhor's tail and opening her jaws, attempting to clamp onto it.

Ark gave out a soft chuckle, smiling slightly as Rayla was sent rocketing through the air from his tail swipe. "You still need to improve your reaction times" smirking she regained her stance and started to circle him, watching her carefully he growled egging her on. Within a few moments she lunged onto his tail, as she sinked he growled in pain, naturally he started to shake his tail trying to remove her grip. Countering with his own bite towards her own tail or something. Hoping to make contact with her tail he then moved his tail closer to his chest allowing him to use his paw to swipe at her neck or something.

Rayla smirked triumphantly yet again when she noticed him wince at the pressure of her on his tail, which made her sink her fangs in harder. When he started flailing his tail around to her her to let go, she growled, and sunk her claws into the sand, her eyes narrowing as she shook her head, flapping her wings. It was hard to keep one's balance when the opponent was much bigger then she was. Eventually, he brought her to him. She couldn't stay on his tail, so she let go, before he could attack her and jumped underneath him, lifting her claws up to scratch at his belly.

(Lazy post. Sowwy.)

After the failed attempt of counter attacking Rayla, he noticed her dive underneath him, scratching away at his underbelly. The pain was uncomfortable, knowing that Ray had made a big mistake he lowered his body attempting to trap her under his weight. Also using his tail to help block her escape, Ray would have to act fast, which would be difficult as she was clearly on her back with very limited space. Smirking towards her he spoke "Never limit yourself, making hard to escape tricky situations"

As Rayla realized her mistake, she almost cursed under her breath. Almost. She didn't want to let her dad know how frustrated she was, nor herself for that matter. Instead, she would go on seeing this in a challenge. She thought the stomach was the softest and weakest part of the body, so, of course, she had gone there. Turns out that quick assumption hadn't been correct, but quickly choosing weakspots was a good skill to have, since the dragon could quickly pick out a spot they determined was weak and aim their. Now would be a good time to make a good decision, and very quickly, before her father fell on her. Watching her opinions very closely, Rayla, instead of running, decided to do a new plan.

Instead of running, Rayla quickly stuck her tail into the sand, rolling herself onto her back, and unsheathing her claws, facing upright. Before Arkhor landed on her, she picked all her paws up, digging her claws into his stomach as he landed on her, and holding him up painfully, before she opened her mouth and released a jet of water, buffeting him in the stomach. This water was also mixed with ice shards, and was freezing cold, colder then the land at the IceWing palace. And mixed with the cuts in his stomach, it would be painful to any ordinary dragon. But Arkhor was a semi god, and could take on more damage then a regular dragon.

Within a few moments from lowering his weight, he felt a sheer cold blasting at his vulnerable underbelly's scales, roaring from the pain he jumped high into the air, using his wings to roll himself in the air grabbing her, as he releasing her claws another growl of pain followed, as he landed back onto the ground he threw Rayla away from him or something, awaiting for another strike.

// sorry for short post //

Rayla was thrown across the ground, growling as she dug her claws into the sand. She had found this an effective way to stop herself from slipping. Unfortunately, she miscalculated, and slipped at the last moment on some wet sand, probably caused from the ice she had previously used to get her father to slip, and barreled into a palm tree, causing some blood to swell up on her forehead and back. At this point, blood from her father and herself were littered across the floor of the sand. Snarling, Rayla shot some ice/water slurry mix and her father, in an attempt to get him disorganized while she tried to get herself organized. She had done so on her side, so the trejectory of the blast may be off, and might not land on its decided target.

Ark checked his underbelly really quick noticing his scales had partially frozen, also blood was dripping from where Rayla had dug her claws in. Suddenly he glanced back towards Rayla he noticed she started to fire an ice like water at him, within a few moments he gained a water shield covering the jet of ice coming towards him. "Rayla are you alright?" he asked, clearly concerned that she was pushing to hard.