A Friendly Spar (Dederik)

Stepping into the outside brought a wondrously fresh smell to the wolf's nose, making her smile rise ever so slightly. It wasn't long until she found herself in the middle of the sparring field, looking over her shoulder at the woman who so decided to ask her to spar. Orin was far too polite to turn such an offer down, especially if it meant possibly getting to know one of her fellow knights at the same time. Yet she wasn't exactly sure how this woman would take her opponents magic. Such volatile and heated blood was often considered demon magic, at least in Orin's experience. Hopefully she wouldn't be so judged among fellow mages. All she need do was heat it to a bit above what water boiled at and she would be fine.

"Are you prepared? I will allow you the privilege of the first strike." the wolf asked over her shoulder. Orin hadn't prepared in some kind of battle attire. Her long, flowing dress was all she usually fought in. And most of the time what happened was that the bottoms just burned so the ends reached to her knees instead of her ankles. But now wasn't the time to worry about her clothing. Bringing a hand up to her mouth, the wolf blushed a little and bit into her hand. Her canines sunk deep into her flesh, piercing blood vessels and causing blood to leak into her mouth. Pulling her sharpened teeth out of her hand, she let the crimson liquid run free. It stained the white on her dress, but she didn't mind. It would come out in a few moments, after all.

A light sheen of sweat coated the twin’s body as they stood across from one another, each toweling off the liquid from their faces after a round of rather mild sparring between them in the Rune Knight’s training fields. “We got the weekend off…. Right?” Deidara asked as she tossed the towel aside and began to stretch again. Her mane of white hair tied back in a bun as her black croptop clung to her muscular flesh from the sweat.

“Unless we get reassigned.” Dederik replied idly as he took a drink from a bottle of water.  “Intense spar then? Or just in the mood to flex your real muscles?”

Deidara’s pair of violet eyes glanced over the field, looking over the people with a slight smile. Her brother knew her oh so well… “Flex. I’ve been out of town on a noncombat mission for too long… I want to feel good.” She responded while approaching her sibling. Walking straight into him, causing their bodies to collide. However instead of one falling down, Dederik just appeared to merge into her as they combined. Her violet eyes glancing over, looking just past a beautiful woman in a dress walking in front of her to a strong looking swordsman on the other side.

“You, me, spar now.” She said, eyes looking just above the woman’s head to the swordsman. When it was the woman who accepted it however her eyes glanced down slightly to meet her gaze, her lips curving up in a smile. Well, a fight was a fight and she wasn’t one to judge based on attire.

“First strike… huh…” Deidara replied as her eyes watched the woman bite her hand, drawing blood. A slight smile grew across Deidara’s face as she started to casually walk towards the other woman, one hand reaching down to draw her longsword at her side only to toss it to the ground, leaving only a small leatherish satchel on her waist as she approached.

“I’ll take you up on that offer.” She responded as she stepped in front of the other woman, one hand reaching out to run her fingers through Orin’s hair; gripping it as she pulls the woman’s head closer. Leaning in she aggressively presses their lips together, forcing a kiss upon the other woman as she takes another step forward to press their breasts against one another’s. Her other hand starts to gently run down the woman’s side, caressing her through the dress as she subtly searches for more weapons. It would only last a moment however as Deidara would attempt to bring her knee up, trying to slam it into the woman’s groin with a surprise blow. If not further reactions would be given a series of kneeing and punching would take place until she could be forced off.

Orin watched as the woman strode casually over to her, drawing her longsword in the process. As this happened, the crimson flowing from the wound she had given herself started to leak down her hand and arm, some of it dripping onto the floor. The strange thing wasn't the fact that she had just given herself a wound, at least, compared to the amount of blood that was leaking from the two holes on her arm. Forcing the blood down her throat entirely via use of her power, Orin prepared to block an incoming sword strike, but instead found herself being roughly pulled into a kiss.

The wolf just stood there, frozen as this stranger pressed their bodies together completely and started rubbing her sides. Orin didn't know what to do about this. The warmth was nice, as was the hand running down her side, making the wolf shiver in delight. She wished it would have lasted longer, but the feeling of a knee ramming itself between her legs made her crumple up in debilitating pain. With a groan that sounded more like a moan, Orin pushed herself away from the woman before she could start her flurry of strikes and raised her bleeding hand up for protection. In the next few seconds, Orin's body started heating itself to uncomfortably high temperatures. Well, for this other woman. It wasn't enough to start fires, but it was more than enough to singe a little flesh. Which is exactly why Orin flung a decent amount of her blood at this woman with a single swing of her arm. Now parts of the wolf's dress were completely stained red from how much she bled, but she didn't care.

Standing still, Orin simply stood there, panting softly in pain and a certain other feeling that she derived from her own pain, unlike most human beings. The kick between her legs was nothing new, she had even begged her previous partners to kick her there on occasion. She actually kind of liked it. This situation wasn't any different. Staring at the woman who had so viciously aroused her, Orin stood there panting lightly and slowly standing upright as the pain seceded and her muscles let her move properly again.

"Such dirty tricks. I should have expected such after your first "maneuver"." the wolf said in a voice that reflected a sort of prim and proper attitude, minus the stuck-uppedness.