Growling fiercely, Inora felt his paws slide in dust, small clouds forming around them. He lashed his tail, not used to being tossed around like a useless pup.
"You'll pay for that," he threatened.
Clover only looked at him calmly. "Icewolf was right, it is good for you to work out your anger. Look, you're already gaining focus," she added as she neatly dodged his lunge. "That try was closer than your others."
I can't believe I'm being beaten in a fight against her! She's.... Inora groped for a word, but failed. Clover, with her calm, serene personality, seemed the least likely candidate for Icewolf's idea to help Inora fight out his problems. But after testing each of the blogworld characters personally, Icewolf turned Clover onto Inora.
At first he didn't understand what Icewolf was playing at - setting his sister to this task - but he quickly gained the knowledge he lacked. Clover was agile and quick-witted. Through her quietness she observed more.
Inora landed on his paws hard, and winced as they stung. Before he could regain his composure, Clover flanked him and wrenched his scruff sideways. He gasped as he crashed onto his side. She braced him with her forepaws, and stared at him in concern.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Hardly," Inora lied. He wondered how Icewolf fared against Clover, if he was being beaten harshly.
Tamiki slunk in, unusually quiet. Clover caught sight of him and stepped away from Inora, allowing him to scramble to his paws.
"No comments?" Inora growled, testing his paw to see if it wasn't broken.
"None," Tamiki replied, "she beat me in a fight, so I know how you're feeling." Clover self-conciously bent to lick the fur on her flank. Inora saw the flicker of unease in her green eyes.
"I agree those are really pretty eyes." There was a hint of a wink to the voice.
Inora's heart leapt frighteningly in his chest, and he stumbled forward onto his face. He quickly righted himself, glaring daggers at Icewolf.
"Don't sneak up on me!" he shouted at her. Icewolf only smiled and winked at him. She flicked open a crimson wing and flexed her wingtips absentmindedly.
"You know, it's been forever since I've seen you this upset. What's on your mind," she murmured.
Inora had to nearly bite his tongue to keep from spilling his thoughts to her. Hiding behind a familiar mask of his grumpy demeanor, he faced her without saying a word.
She narrowed her eyes, but didn't pursue it.
Anyhow, since the last little quip was well received, I tried my hand at it again. I could get used to this kind of style. So what do you guys think? This style or the old?
On the other hand, no much is new. My stories such as Elemials and Heart of Ice are progressing well, and I've been procrastinating my school work like normal. XD
So, blogworld, I'm off!