Post by OmegaBearBeast on Oct 31, 2014 8:39:42 GMT -5
Almost as soon as Kitamura was teleported back in her quarters, she was met by her cubs. The two rammed into her like freight trains, the force created by their speed, weight and strength completely bowling their mother over as she was showered under nuzzles and snuggles. The two had overlooked her wounds – so eager and proud they were. The pain flared up, but thankfully, the youngsters realized this and slacked their crushing embrace, allowing their mother to breathe again.
Because he was too small to join the group hug without being crushed, Isaarker offered a bow to his master, and invited her to take care of her wounds.
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Big Mamma Bear placed the belt she had just won just on top of the one made for her - a black belt with multiple golden stripes to symbolize her rank as a grandmaster of martial arts. It was a gift from Earth, to thank her for her help in defending the planet and to acknowledge her skills. Colossus had never worked with belts to signify ranks, and especially not the Beasts. Instead, she was met with the deepest of bows, the utmost respect. But her presence also brought fear. While this, as an affectionate creature that enjoyed social interactions, made her feel strange, she also thought of it as helpful. She had always been taught that the best weapon was the one that instilled so much fear in the enemies that it did not at all need to be drawn in the first place. It allowed her to avoid violence altogether. Though they loved combat, Beasts were not mindless. If there was a peaceful solution, then they would avoid wasting their energy.
The fiery Beast stepped back, her eyes looking to the side of the belts – over the collection of old weapons she kept. Though she knew how to use them, she never did use them. For every weapon, staff or spear, her greenish eyes met, she remembered the exact moment she had received them and remembered what moves could be performed with them.
For the first time, the ursine bruiser felt old.
After all, she was dangerously close to the age limit Beasts had before Himmelen claimed them for eternal rest – the limit of 30, 000 years. She sure had come a long way, but what was left for her to do? Would she at all be able to set foot on Colossus again, her home, before her old age caught up with her? She enjoyed fighting, and at least she had the pleasure of having her cubs and friends with her, as well as being able to meet fellow warriors, but she would prefer to do what she was created to do – to protect Colossus. Knowing her home, however, it was likely that it had birthed new Beasts to protect itself, rendering Kit and the rest of the Beasts of Onada... disposable. Signs of age were quite obvious to notice on her – her blue colors appeared greyish, washed out, and she was riddled with scars under her rugged scales.
The spiked warrior looked over her shoulder, watching her cubs sleeping. In her mind, her greatest accomplishment was not her fighting skills. It was her cubs. Even they did not need their mother anymore, but they still loved her. She would live what remained of her days to the fullest, as they would want her to.
The warrior of old slipped between her cubs and drifted to sleep.
Because he was too small to join the group hug without being crushed, Isaarker offered a bow to his master, and invited her to take care of her wounds.
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Big Mamma Bear placed the belt she had just won just on top of the one made for her - a black belt with multiple golden stripes to symbolize her rank as a grandmaster of martial arts. It was a gift from Earth, to thank her for her help in defending the planet and to acknowledge her skills. Colossus had never worked with belts to signify ranks, and especially not the Beasts. Instead, she was met with the deepest of bows, the utmost respect. But her presence also brought fear. While this, as an affectionate creature that enjoyed social interactions, made her feel strange, she also thought of it as helpful. She had always been taught that the best weapon was the one that instilled so much fear in the enemies that it did not at all need to be drawn in the first place. It allowed her to avoid violence altogether. Though they loved combat, Beasts were not mindless. If there was a peaceful solution, then they would avoid wasting their energy.
The fiery Beast stepped back, her eyes looking to the side of the belts – over the collection of old weapons she kept. Though she knew how to use them, she never did use them. For every weapon, staff or spear, her greenish eyes met, she remembered the exact moment she had received them and remembered what moves could be performed with them.
For the first time, the ursine bruiser felt old.
After all, she was dangerously close to the age limit Beasts had before Himmelen claimed them for eternal rest – the limit of 30, 000 years. She sure had come a long way, but what was left for her to do? Would she at all be able to set foot on Colossus again, her home, before her old age caught up with her? She enjoyed fighting, and at least she had the pleasure of having her cubs and friends with her, as well as being able to meet fellow warriors, but she would prefer to do what she was created to do – to protect Colossus. Knowing her home, however, it was likely that it had birthed new Beasts to protect itself, rendering Kit and the rest of the Beasts of Onada... disposable. Signs of age were quite obvious to notice on her – her blue colors appeared greyish, washed out, and she was riddled with scars under her rugged scales.
The spiked warrior looked over her shoulder, watching her cubs sleeping. In her mind, her greatest accomplishment was not her fighting skills. It was her cubs. Even they did not need their mother anymore, but they still loved her. She would live what remained of her days to the fullest, as they would want her to.
The warrior of old slipped between her cubs and drifted to sleep.