WRITER’S NOTE:

Writing is in RP format between Tashi/Khian & Cillian.

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🐺 - Rahdis: Tashi/Khian

🐯 - Haku: Cillian

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Left. Then right. Then left again. Sweat dripped down the tiger's temples, each curled fist of his making swift contact with the punching bag in front of him. Each lightning fast slam of his knuckles made a loud noise that could be heard in the entire training room. Haku's white-hot anger slowly melted away from his adrenaline pumped body. The whole ordeal with Wicked Thunder had clearly set off a few nerves. Him and Rahdis had already beaten Dancing Green, and for the two street rats, the neon-green shetona was fairly easy to overcome.

After a few more punches the last one lands rather harshly, just about making the chains rattle and the whole piece of equipment shift positions. The tiger pants heavily and leans against the punching bag, holding his forearm above his head as he tries to catch his breath. He then unwraps the tape around his hands and walks over to a nearby bench to grab a towel to wipe his face.

Haku is just wearing a pair of black shorts that stop midway down his thighs. There is a thick layer of sweat over his torso, giving it a nice sheen from the florescent lights of the room. And, for once, his hair is tied up and kept out of the way so he can see better.

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Some of Haku's more heavier, louder punches made Rahdis' short ears twitch. He tried to concentrate on his weight lifting but the un-rhythmic, angry punching noises stole the focus away he had left for today. He didn't complain, though. Whatever his temporary fighting companion was angry at was better let out on the punching bag, and Rahdis knew the need of letting off steam all too well.

He finished his set and stood up, looking over to Haku at the bench now drying his sweaty face with a towel. Why must the feral asshole look so attractive doing that? Rahdis growled to himself. He’s had some more than steamy and sweaty 'encounters' with the tiger now, and even though the first one had been kind of a disaster, it still didn't make the wolf say no to the ones that had followed over the span of their last months as... however one would name this.

Rahdis walked over to Haku but stayed standing, taking a sip out of his own water bottle and looked down at the other man to check if maltreating the punching bag had done anything to improve his mood. Rahdis silently prepared for some snarky remark from the other fighter who's skin was more sweaty than his own. The wolf wore knee long loose pants, his hands bandaged for a better grip on the weights he just lifted and otherwise just showed his bare tanned skin.

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