<div class="floatright">(http://d.facdn.net/art/nuttynut93/1500943414/1500943364.nuttynut93_17._ready_for_action_.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Bellarose<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00-ish AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Onyx, Rein<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was true.  Onyx could definitely loom over Celeste with her superior height, but the alpha seemed to handle the treatment rather well.  Her single eye, slitted and rimmed with gold, gazed up into the dragon's eyes, a subtle smirk on her lips as she kept her own full height, making sure that Onyx had to keep up the effort to stay over her like that.  Celeste was tall, but there were many taller still and as with seemingly everything else, a little experience went a long ways.  What was new to her, though, was just how aggressively sexual the dragon was, even now.  She'd never had anyone beneath her risk punishment like that, but then, Onyx didn't have much to worry about in that department, did she?  Celeste wasn't that kind of alpha.<br/><br/>A hand lifted up and a single, green digit stroked underneath Onyx's chin affectionately and Celeste chuckled, "You're so cute, you know that?  Getting close enough to grapple might get you what you want in the long term, but it is my specialty, you know."<br/><br/>With that Celeste turned and headed towards the weapon racks, generous hips swaying as she walked.  The gator knew exactly what she was doing and how to<em>properly</em>motivate Onyx not with promises, but suggestions of what could be.  She knew just how the curve of her back drew down to her rear, obscured by her tail only enough to show the green cheeks separated by a thin, almost nonexistent, piece of leather.<br/><br/>As far as weapons went, Celeste was a pretty defensive fighter.  It was true that keeping a shield up was hard work, but someone good with it knew not only how to be an impenetrable wall, but an elusive one as well.  After all, just because you had a shield didn't mean you had to take every hit that was thrown at you and every miss was more wasted energy on the part of her opponent.  It was just a tool like any other and, in some cases, a weapon.  If it became a disadvantage, she'd toss it aside and leap in, defaulting to her unarmed style of grappling and submission holds.  In this case, she chose a wooden scimitar and a good, round shield.  She also snagged a few extra shields and, on her way back dropped all but the one she wanted in a pile outside the ring.<br/><br/>"Whenever you're ready."  Celeste offered after a brief stretch, raising her shield and peering over top of it.