'I haven't had that much fun since a mother moose tried to crush me for attacking her calf... I think I ran almost this fast.'
Athene let loose a light lilting laugh - he may have ran almost this fast, but there was no way that he would have ran as far. Moose were fickle things, and if you understood them they were easy indeed to deal with. That wasn't to say that a well placed kick or being mapped by their racks was not dangerous, merely that they would not give chase to attackers. Their greatest strength was staying in numbers - meaning that they would attack you if you got too close and managed to get your mark, but they would soon leave their fallen comrades and save their own skin. They understood the way of life - prey were meant to be eaten, and predators were meant to kill. It was not often that the roles found themselves reversed.
The warrioress cut off her laugh quickly though, her exhausted lungs not allowing any more air flow to be spent on such an action. Instead, she gulped down air as if it was water, reoxygenation her system. The galloping had been quite the good workout, yes, but the recovering from such a workout was just as important as the workout itself. She would allow herself a few brief moments of rest, but she would need to stretch soon so that her muscles would not tie up - this time was when most of the danger lay - strong sinew tainted with lactic acid that threatened to tighten painfully and uncontrollably. Once Kershov made his demands, she would agree to them before moving on to stretching. But what he demanded of her was intriguing indeed - not only was it nothing absurd, but he was going to participate himself even though he was able to lord a win over her.
'Are you ready for your challenge, Madame Athene? Since I am a kind, generous Alpha, I will even partake in the challenge with you. Now - drop and give me twenty.'
Brindled fur had ruffled and rippled as she shook out her pelt, trying to figure out exactly what he meant, but her thick pools of honey stayed glued upon him in order to watch him for instruction. His form dipped in the front end toward the ground, and it would resemble a play bow to the untrained eye, but Athene could see it was different from such. His haunches were not holding the majority of his weight, but rather were sharing the load with his front end. As soon as his brisket grazed the ground, his shoulders worked to raise him up to his full height. Athene cocked her head to the side - it was an exercise she had never seen, but she was more than willing to partake. But the best part about the exercise was that if she made some minor adjustments, she would be able to work her stretches into it. Athene mimicked him, lowering herself to the ground and felt her pectinius muscles stretch and work, just as her triceps did as well. She paused in the lowered position a moment, looking to him for corrections. She would not be accused of half-assing it, and would not stand for failure herself. If Kershov instructed her further, she would made the necessary changes to her posture before pushing hard against the ground with her front end and rising. Her muscles irked in a way they rarely did and she smiled, happy with the opportunity to learn something new such as this, and knew that she would soon be adding this exercise to her normal workout regime and would perhaps even make a contest out of it, a challenge for Kershov in the days to come.
After the first push up she tilted her nape and peered upward, thinking about what she should do to increased the stretch, when an idea slyly snuck into her mind and a coy smile snuck across her kissers.
"Kershov, King, you beat me and I applaude you
Such a feat is something thata few ever do.
It has given me more respect for you as a leader
It many ways you are the perfect sample for a breeder."
She paused and gleaned at his gaze, waiting to see if there was any reaction from him, any shock or amusement.
"I meant that not as an invitation or insult of course
My warrior clan takes their mates based on similar shows of force
Choosing them for their attributes and strengths rather than love
So you see how this compliment is not one I would joke of.
"You are strong and fast, but more than that skilled
And have no doubtedly trained to help prevent being killed.
You have been feared and respected, student and teacher
All in all you are the quite the intriguing creature.
"Now tell me my Lord, which of these is preferable
I think you will find that my body is quite flexible..."
Athene dipped low into another push up, but this time rolled down into it, extending each vertebrae one by one, her spine doing the wave as she came closer to the ground. Her lumbar region arched to lift her pelvis high into the air, but the motion did not stop there. Instead, it continued down her tail until the wavering hairs lay above her dorsum to graze the hairs of her back. Slowly, in complete control of her form, she pushed herself back into the standing position but went further, pushing herself forward to stretch out her back legs completely much the way a yoga instructor would move from downward facing dog into an upward facing dog, or asana. Once again, she returned to standing. Her coy smile returned and she rotated her body slowly, paws moving in a half circle so that instead of her head facing Kershov, it was instead her rump. Again she went through the phase, dipping low into a bow and allowed her plume to rise again over her dorsum, allowing him the same delectable view that she had given him during the race, only this time he was not running after her and she was not in motion. She stayed there for a moment, allowing her perfumes to waft from her folds before finishing the motion. Seemingly innocently, she curved her nape about to peek back at his facade, and raised a single brow.
"That was only three, now there are seventeen more
Really I do find this exercise is one that I will adore
Now if I am not mistaken, you did prefer the latter?
Tell me your thoughts in detail, unless your mind did shatter..."
The words were released with a purr, a murmur, a promise, a threat... but without waiting for his response she continued her exercises, keeping her the corner of her periphery upon him to watch his reaction.
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