Valentine's Devil [Algos/Ulv]

"Ohh? Princess Gossy isn't used to being treated with benevolence, huh?~" Ulv teased, giving her playful pokes in the belly and giggling. It was nice to just stretch out and have some good natured fun with Algos before the end. To do things so base, so simple and grounded..."It makes her uncomfortable when people say nice things about her" Ulv's playful tone continued as she ribbed her little love. Serious issues masked in the cladding of play were the best way to get into them, after all.

But, then there was need for serious issues without and cladding, so she would stroke Algos' cheek with a thumb.
"I can make no promises for who shall come for you. But I know you will show her love such that she will wish to be with you forever"

"There is a ring, you know" Ulv exclaimed, half way to getting up. She was a woman of insummountable passion and vigor, so a good wrestle was always on her head. "Alex took Elyss clean out fighting in it once. Was fun. Just, no Demon Magic crap. The people of Wulin believe the only way to truly see what is in a person's heart is to cross fists with them. How they fight tells a tale of million words. When you fight a person you can no longer hide anything from them. Thus, a fight is an admittance that you want them to know all you are, as much as it is a contest to be the victor"

Still, bossy and spoiled though Algos might have been, one had to indulge their brat at times to keep them happy. It was a most intricate dance of play, tease, and reward. So Ulv stroked her head lovingly.
"A fight is how Mirja bonded so well with her Inner Hollow, you know. Mirja's first fight with Hvit was out of fury and pride. Hvit wanted to be in control, and Mirja was a stubborn bitch who wouldn't give up even when there was every reason to do so.

But, then the second fight came. More than just a fight, it was a catharsis, a release of all the emotions they wanted to say but couldn't find the words for. They grappled and thrashed until they were both exhausted, and then collapsed upon each other.

And the third fight...Was a melding of the two hears. A deep conversation, and exhibition that they were admitting and accepting they were the mirror of each other, and cared deeply for that connection that had been built up.

My own fight with Hvit was more affirmation that I was not taking Mirja's legacy in vein, and that I could hold my own when required. That one Beowulf had to stop because we were getting a little too into it and were about to break open a pair of Bankais..."

"You don't always have to kill your opponent, you know?" Ulv commented, sliding her hands up Algos' thighs as she got on top and continued to be a brat. "There are, in fact, three major schools of combat"

Ulv settled in, bearing down with such overwhelming, loving pride that she seemed wholly in control of the situation despite Algos being on top and being a brat.

"The first, is The Killing Fist. Opposed to it's name, it's not actually a name that outright tries to kill you. More so, it is the style that doesn't try not to kill you. If you fight a member of The Killing Fist, then he will fight you with all he has. And if you die then you die, though he won't explicitly go out of his way for that sole purpose.

The second, is The Saving Fist. These Martial Artists believe that a fight should be a lesson, and dying negates the chance to learn or thank them for being taught. So they make sure not to kill you, however that might be. Killing your opponent is a great shame for them.

The third, is The Evil Fist. As you might have guessed, that is the fist of villiany and malice. Your whole intention is to kill your opponent. You have ditched your origins, no longer respect your ancestors, and give no care to your Face. Practitioners are often seen as little more than animals, as they have rid themselves of everything that matters in the world"

With that lecture over, she would give Algos a cute smirk.

"So, in closing. You keep being a brat and I will treat you like a brat"

"Samhain, no. I'd rather not disintegrate my baby's mother. You can come at me with everything you can do physically pull off, and I shall guide you down a path of noble conflict with one's knuckles. All fights are lessons but this would almost be a guided tour on how to fight. I actually-" she'd stand up suddenly, a fluid and flexible maneuvering around Algos done so naturally it was clear Ulv didn't even think about what she was doing. Ulv was a woman who had to put in effort to be natural, otherwise her preternatural grace and naturally predatorial prowl didn't make her a lot of friends. That and how easily she fixated on martial arts, made her a unique being she had to put a lot of thought into not being.

"-Wrote a book about this. You'll probably not be so interested in the first volume, it's just a training manual about how to do my things. But, you can read that in your off days. The second one is my rambling musing about how I came to learn all the stuff. Half of it is admittedly 'I had this really cool idea one day and it actually worked out' but you know how it is"

"Hahaha~ no. It's nothing like that. I just, like this whole thing" she'd say, rolling over and gently gliding the second book over to Algos as well. "I've never written a book before, nor put my thoughts to paper in such a manner. I am eager for feedback. I sent copies everywhere, but nobody has said anything about it so I need to be more proactive"

Ulv would slide up onto her feet and strike a subconsciously sultry pose that was at odds with her words, the passion for martial arts of any description bubbling to the surface and showing themselves in her delighted words.
"Tao Chi would be good for you. It's got slow, relaxing movements that allow you to contemplate the flow of the Tao. Basically your path in life. Comes out of Tajiquan, which is a slow and graceful style that also kicks a guy's ass if he needs it"