Unproven Again [Spar w/ Fourth]

[Crystal M. V. Rosepaw]

ooc; This is a spar for me an Rinafera, whom will be RPing Fourth. It is not an open RP- it's just me and Fourth. We shall be helping each other vis occ advice. And, due to the fact that it's a diffrent feeling, diffrent song lyrics for me! [Under Pressure]

xx.Crystal
Kick my brains on the floor,
These are the days it never rains,
But it pours...

The sun was frammed in it's wanning by the stileld skys, the thick dark air cold around all the fuzzy grey shapes moving around, each one outlined crudly by the bright hues of the great golden orb casting it's goodbye to the land with about an hour of forlorn stillness. The skys were stained blood red and pretty oranges and pinks as well, each color smeared carefully over the light blue canvas that was extremely slowwing pinching it's edges closer to reveal the dark sky and pinpricks of stars cowwering behind it. Ships rocked on the small but choppy waves, the white foam crying to the few on board the ships with their crashing and trying to gain a place on deck themselves. In the town, the few last minute creatures scurried to finsih their work before the rest closed their shops. Loud music and laughter was able to be heard anywhere from the tavern, and if the wind was blowwing to you from the bar, you could easily smell the sweet and bitter smells alike from it. However, the center of intrest to anyone carefully observing would be the waves just below on of the boats, seemingly empty. A single lantuern cast an eerie glow to accompany the warm one of the sun from it's place on the ship, and the waves carried away their precious prize that some creatue had tossed overboard- a slightly wilted rosebud.

The vixen aboard the ship looked over as the tiny white flower was exposed to the waters and was taken away from land. The snow shaded pelt of the fox was like a dove at midnight- it's striking look drew many eyes too her in populated areas. However, now, she doubted wether anyone knew she ws here. She was placidly awaiting the arrvial of 'Fourth'- a young hare whom she'd promised to treat to a bit of sparring. Inwardly, Crystal glowwed at the thought of seeing another young creatue join the fortress- for the longest time she'd been the youngest to set a paw inside. her deep blue dress flapped around her dark black boots like the murmer of silent bat wings against the night sky. her lavender belt sagged on one of her sides with the weight of the immense sword, which was only off the ground by a single fraction of an inch.

The muzzle of the battlescarred fox turned down too the docks, then back to the open sea. She was delighted to have somebody she didn't have to prove herself too. Sandegar and Raiden felt that she had no idea what she was doing, Rinafera had thought all 'vermin' were bad, Nadia seemed warry of anyone and everyone. Fourth, however, didn't seem to care she was a fox and that she'd adandoned her post to go pirating with Rikian, or the fact that she was even a girl. She rested her arm on her battlesword, perfrectly oen with the ship's uneven rocking. If Fourth didn't show up soon, darkness would overtake and she'd have to go home.

This is out last dance,
This is our souls...
Under pressure!.xx

[Rinafera Woxwitty III]

As the sun glistened off of the cherry bark of the redwood tree, a hare marched whistfully down the path. He hummed a marching tune, holding an apple in his paw and chewing ever so strongly upon the juicy fruit. Larks flew in the blue sky, flapping their wings in an eager salute while other birds chirped and sang their peaceful melody. Fourth hummed along with them, the cornerpiece of nature's orchestra. Gravel clung to the bottom of his black boots and mud splattered the right side of his new tunic, but his face was chipper and his eyes were bright. Nothing could bring down the hare as he munched on the apple and hummed with delight. The Western Settlement was a gloomy place, desolate and void, with only but a few vermin patrolling the area and not even bothering to stop travelers. Highwaybeasts simply waved off the hare as he marched with a superior ambiance, the sabre in his sheathe and sling in his napsack.

Fourth approached the dock, his brown eyes immediately being drawn to the Tavern. Uncle Cragg works at a Tavern now... The indefatigable hare yearned to get a drink in the Tavern, but he knew that Crystal was waiting for him upon a ship. Perhaps the ship would raise anchor while they were upon it and sail away, leaving Mossflower behind like a tiny speck of dust. If that happened, Fourth would have mixed feelings. Being a happy-go-lucky kind of hare, he would enjoy a nice adventure, but he would be saddened by the thought of losing his parents and friends. Throwing such thoughts aside, he realized that this itself was an adventure! The Western Settlement was the farthest away from Redwall Abbey he had ever traveled, and the Guardians of Mossflower was a grand andventure in itself as well.

His father was a snowshoe hare, meaning that he had white fur, and his mother was a normal mountain hare with the brown fur. Thus, Fourth was born with a light brown tone and chocolate brown eyes. Also, because what he liked to do most was stand on the ramparts and gaze out at the woods, his favorite color was green. Almost all of his tunics were green, and he desired to fill it someday with medals and awards. That was his goal, and although it would be quite a while before he did anything like that, the hare yearned for battle. Truthfully, he would not be able to stand the sight of comrades dying and blood being shed at his age, but he still wanted to fight for his friends and put his life on the line. Safety was second under the safety of his comrades.

Fourth tossed the apple away, licking his teeth and removing all tidbits of the apple that remained. Wiping off the mud from his tunic, he nodded to a weasel that approached and pretended to be a local. A little nervous in front of real vermin, and not just goodbeasts like Crystal, he became craven and hopped aboard the ship. The white pelt of Crystal was glaring as he stepped on the platform; there were no other white foxes around to confuse her with, so he was confident that this was the on. Crystal's tail and hair were a little obvious, too, with the red marks and the length of the tail. He grinned and stood opposite from her, enjoying the rocking that the ship created as the tides came and went.

"Hey there, Crystal!" Fourth bellowed happily while adjusting his belt. Unsheating the sabre, he held the basket handle with ease and patience. "I've been training with sabres for a while, wot, but I've never fought with someone who wields such a flippin' large blade. Bear with me." He blushed, a little embarressed that he wasn't an experienced fighter. In fact, this was his first spar with somebeast other than his father. The young hare had never been in a real fight, battling off enemies, nor had he sparred with an experienced swordsbeast besides his father, Rinafera III. Rinafera... he thought, what a gastly name. I much prefer Fourth. Shrugging, he waited for Crystal to get ready. "I shall make the first move, I suppose."

Holding the sabre loosely in his paw, he got into a formal fencing stance and padded quickly around on his feet. Then, when the time was right, he took two quick steps forward and lunged, streching his arm and attempting a jab for Crystal's arm, not trying to hurt her but a little too short for her shoulder.

OOC: Fourth's battle-style is based off of eppe fencing, a sport that's not too common. I can find a video of it if you're not familiar, Crystal.

[Crystal M. V. Rosepaw]

Crystal's chest heaved with the dark shadow of a sigh, carbon dioxicide escape between her deadly sharp teeth. The vixen's pale green eyes chanced a glance at the dockm and she saw the dark shilloutte of a lanky creatre striding along the boardwalk. Instanly she decoded him from the surrounding darkness, the gleam of twlight again his lithe young form allowing her jsut enough light to define him from the darkness dragging around him. The lantuern swung hyponotically making it look as if she was swaying along with the ship around her. Her dark black lips curled upward in a smile, showwing her curved fangs. Her snakebite percing reflected the light calmly, keen eyes watching the young hare tip his head back to glance up at her. The vixen blinked, her tailtip twitching. Her snow-and-blood hair whipped around her waist as the wind picked up slightly as the young hare scampered his way up. Turning swiftly on the spot, she glances around sharply as she breathed in. She was using her decent power of smell along with her eyesight to determien which way the wind was blowing. It smelled heavily of drinks - the wind was comming from the direction of the town. The vixen gracefully spuun herself across across the areana's 'spotlight' cast by the single lanturern above so that her back was the the bow of the boat and the wind, if it picked up rapidly, would blow her hair out of her face.

The hare looked his place in front of her, drawing his saber with an artful flick of his wrist. The vixen - whom was only an inch taller - blinked at the weapon, noting the apprent good care of the blade. She smiled fainted at his good mood. "Hey there, Crystal!" Eekkk. That was what she didn't like about this kid; Fourth was extremly loud to her senstive ears. "I've been training with sabres for a while, wot, but I've never fought with someone who wields such a flippin' large blade. Bear with me."

"Sure," she uttered softly, her velvet but high voice whipped away by the wind, lips scarecly parting. The vixen drew her blade, wrapping both paws around it's hilt. The dull ruby pommel stone glimmered through it's coating of dust. Crystal brought her large blade up and held it in a samuri way- straight out behind her at her side. "I shall make the first move, I suppose."

"Sure," the vixen mused again, watching carefully. She didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't want to underestimate him ethier. That would be foolish. he lunged at her with his saber, a quick jab at her arm. The Vixen lifted one paw and swung herself like a door so that the blade passed harmlessly in front of her. the fox performed a neat upercut and pushed her battle sword slightly out from her body - trying with a gentle flick to hit the saber with her longsword and disarm the hare.