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- Asha Amara - 06-08-2009 [html] 300+ For the duration of her re-introduction back into the tribe lands, her presence remained lingering about the region of Grandfather's Tears. Remaining here for the fact that the springs provided a cool reliable source for water and bathing (especially after her journey; talk about not holding the tradition feminine needs! For a second she honestly thought she was turning into a messy adolescent male!), fish and plentiful wildlife to prey upon, and for the fact that her trusted equine was quite winded and exhausted from their journey, so sticking to the springs was a good idea for the fact that the equine could drink, cool off, and graze when needed. With russet pelt damp after a refreshing dip in one of the more deeper pools of the spring, the fiery red headed yearling was situated on one of the banks; sitting in the grasses, knees raised and outstretched in front of her. Within her grasp she was wielding what was a makeshift sort of wooden spear, collected by semi heavy tree branches that had either been broken off or naturally fell off with time (there was a collection of two others at her side, different shapes and sizes). Its pointed end was incredibly dull, however, so no real fine thrusting could mortally damage any mock assailant that came her way. The rest of the elongated base was thick and sturdy, however; good quality of wood that could hit its target and remain unbreakable. Asha was certainly no craftsman, but knew several basic tricks of the trade to make simple weaponry from when she was only six months old. Her profession could have been one making such said tools and weaponry, but, Asha was more proficient with putting said things to use. For someone who was naturally dainty, her small hands were quite quick, and her delicate wrists fluid in sudden jerking motions. Her little makeshift weapon for the day, it was nothing special. Its underlying purpose was mainly for spearing fish for a meal this afternoon, but the point end was so dull that she didn't think she could modify it to be as sharp as she wanted. The base was strong enough to wield as a long club like weapon, maybe she could strike down a fast moving hare. It would surely find purpose with whatever it was destined to use, as she was shaving out the base with a sharp rock. Biting her lip, her soft amber eyes concentrated on tailoring this long and skinny piece of wood, ever so often bringing her gaze up to Aiden and checking upon his current status by the springs. [/html] - Hemming - 06-08-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-08-2009 [html] No problem. ^^ 300+ Asha had took to attempting to shave the sharper end, holding the sharply edged rock closely as her arms worked with effort to shave as much as she could off on an angle, until suddenly a voice made its presence known, and instantly did the rock fall from her grasp and she slightly jumped; too lost in her concentration to have seen him coming. With her soft amber gaze looking up, there stood a tawny and golden male who uttered some sort of interesting yet strangely put words; to otherwise say vocabulary and grammar that was taken aback in confusion. Casting a look over her shoulder, she made certain that he wasn't addressing anyone else (even though it was a given he was clearly talking to her in that strangely put sentence). Putting the slab of stick down now, her tail behind her thumped a couple beats upon the moist Earth. Her equine that wasn't too far away seemed to notice the appearance of the male, and waving his long lustrous tail, gave a gentle neigh. There were two things to depict from this. One, he was probably joking around with the manner he came at her, or two, he was slightly off. And just what if he was slightly off? It didn't particularly mean it was a bad trait, not in the least! Demented folk were surely a spectacle to behold on their own accord, not to mention playing along with them at their own game! The rest of him didn't seem to be off in any sense. Grace, huh? Asha liked the sound of that. "Grace, eh? Well, if you want to put it that way..." She trailed off to herself, a wolfish grin now spread upon the width of her muzzle. There was something that instantly stuck this male as compelling to her, and so in the manner that he addressed her, why not jump into character and do something of the similar sort? Match slightly different with just as different, no? "Ah, but I am only but a mere lass, removeth once from my kingdom, now returneth and seeking redemption and solitudeth. What brings thou here, humble cavalier?" Her voice had spoken in the most regal tone she could muster (in all seriousness, mind you!), and tacked on the "eth" endings to sound even more like one who spoke from such a time era. There was a peculiar fire of mischief that sparked in her gaze, one that told that this was going to be an interesting encounter indeed. Asha certainly wasn't a fan of static initiations. [/html] - Hemming - 06-08-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-08-2009 [html] 400+ Watching his regal presentation as he played his part perfectly in a graceful bow, Asha couldn’t help but hold back soft laughter, although the smile on her muzzle was wide with amusement. This male, he had not been around before she left, it was a certain fact. Asha could only remember a handful of the members that were present when AniWaya first settled into these particular lands, but Asha had to give it to her Agidoda, Dawali, that he certainly chose some peculiar and intriguing outsiders to become part of the tribe. Better to have those who dream they’re in the Victorian age than someone who’s a bore! Her eyebrows raised in entertainment as he successfully snatched off a branch from a nearby tree, seeing how effortless he had done so and proclaiming his aspiration and dream to be king one day. Asha put a hand to her mouth, holding in a snicker. Snickering not for the fact that it was his inspiration to become king, but how amusing his role play was to her. Nodding in compliance with an ahhh, I see look, her head tilted to the side for a moment. “Does this humble page have a good name to himself?” She questioned, and if he chose to not reveal his real name just yet, Asha would be fine on role playing along past it. “Your Grace and Lady is Asha Amara, my loyal Steed Sir Aiden.” She addressed, giving a respectful bow of her muzzle. Man, she was really getting into this! If this humble page destined to be king one day, then surely he would have to be a nobleman who endured plenty of feats, had the strategy of the gods, and was ruthless. Grabbing the stick that she was shaping, Asha stood up in a fluid motion effortlessly. She held the stick in both of her hands, twirling it in her grasp. “So you wisheth to be king? I taketh thou endured perilous trials of impossible feats, courageous adventure, mastery of strategy?” An eyebrow quirked again, gesturing if this was indeed factual. “A king could not simply be given thou title lest not born unto a royal family, but for the humble page, one must thou put forth proving effort to do so.” And it was there that she declared to be shown of such skills he had, if he destined to be king. [/html] - Hemming - 06-09-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-12-2009 [html] You know, this would be pretty amusing to witness IRL with these two. Bahaha. 400+ Hemming. Whether it was indeed the male’s real name or just an alias, it would certainly work. Hemming was indeed cordial enough, giving a graceful bow to Asha and of the equine. With Aiden in the background, mindlessly watching the two role play in Victorian style, there was no real comment or action to elicit from the steed, as he softly swished his length tail behind him, and returned to grazing at the fine grasses below him. “’Tis my pleasure.” After his bow and formal introduction, there was a fine curtsey made from Asha; bending at the knees, lowering muzzle and head, and extending her fingers outward with her thumbs and indexes touching as if she was lifting an invisible hem of a skirt. Their greetings seemed to be flowing smooth at the moment, until what was to come next, at least. So, Hemming had spoke of his perils, and they seemed to be quite impressive and daunting indeed. Slender fingers rose to rub the fine hairs beneath the chin of her maw, stroking them as if in thought to all these trials. “Impressive I shall say, it is a righteous feat to taketh tooth and claw upon unholy, vile creatures from the very depths of hell itself. Not a privilege many can doeth.” Indeed it was, but what was to show for it? As impressive as it sounded, she wished that good Hemming would impress her further by his skill in the art of slaying. Rising out of her lady like curtsey and bow came a stance suddenly prepared for battle; muscles flexed, knees bent, chest puffed, and now the stick slightly held out from her, tightly and with all the confidence mustered within. The stick pointed at Hemming, which the woodened weapon in itself was long enough to where the very dull point was mere inches from his muzzle, now. “Care if thou take part in friendly joust, my good Hemming?” Her soft amber gaze was afire with a mischievous glint, narrowing and looking upon at him as if she was to devour him alive right then and there. A ravenous swish was given of her tail behind her, ready to engage in anything that he was about to bring forth. It would be pretty obvious that Hemming could overpower Asha in a second; he was obviously more adept in his build and stance, but that didn’t mean Asha wouldn’t give up so quickly without making it a challenge. Things were about to get a lot more interesting between the two. [/html] - Hemming - 06-13-2009 [html] Haha, it would be awesome.
- Asha Amara - 06-19-2009 [html] I'm not too familiar with any fancy sword moves, so i'm going to elaborate as much as I can and hopefully you'll understand what she's trying to do. If not, send me a PM and i'll re-edit so it'll make more sense. Wotd: Nimety 300+ Akin to an approving, coy smirk passed along the red she-wolf's muzzle, seeing as how Hemming himself adjusted accordingly for sparring. Her mottled plume behind her gave a couple of ravenous swishes, excited and feeling the adrenaline instantly dripping into her veins. Play sparring, it was an activity that had been absent from her life in quite awhile. Given that it was sparring against someone who had just as little experience as she did, it was at best an opportunity to learn, experience, get better adjusted with the art of combat and defense. What a nimety of fun this will be! Softly biting her leathery wolven lips, there was a sense of focus to come over the female as if she was concentrating on a very pivoting task. And so it was there that noble Hemming couldn't decline such an invitation, and with the tapping of her own stick with his (in gesture of beginning their sparring, as she took it), there was a fairly dipping nod of approval and respect to be given to Hemming before suddenly the female twisted the stick in her hand with a stealth and fluid motion; from the point of where the two sticks touched, she was able to make a down curving "U" shape underneath his own stick to where her own weapon arrived at the opposite side of his apparatus to tap the opposite end of his makeshift sword. "Ready?" She questioned with a quirked brow. There was no hesitation then that Asha drew her stick back, and with the same fluid motion she attempted to make a slash at Hemming. Depending if his movements were just as quick as hers, his own weapon would be able to clash with her own, and the two would be locked together for a brief second, and it would be their first gesture of a wooden sword, spear thing spar! [/html] - Hemming - 06-20-2009 [html] I think I understood your explanation. :] I don't know any of the moves either, so I'll try to elaborate as well.
- Asha Amara - 06-20-2009 [html] 400+ Damn! In an instance Asha herself had been the one who was just so close to landing her strike, but Hemming certainly proved to be agile in evading her swipe. This Hemming, he was doing a pretty satisfactory upkeep so far. Better than Asha thought. That was quite alright, for she liked challenges anyways; she was generally the type that grew quite bored with static, repetitive routines, especially those who purposely took it easy on her. It was unknown to her whether or not Hemming was attempting to take it just a little bit easy, but so far Asha was having a blast, and getting down some moves and techniques with weaponry, no matter how big or small they seemed to be. It was then his makeshift weapon suddenly snapped in two at the attempt of batting at her own stick again (in which it obviously missed), and the Amara couldn't help but bring her digits to the front of her muzzle in which she muffled her snickering. It was even more humorous to her when Hemming bellowed that his imaginary blacksmith was going to get the third degree for such a poorly designed weapon. She continued forth with her snickering which evolved into soft laughter, then made a reply to him laced in daring amusement with a coy smirk to match. "...That is, if you live to see your blacksmith." She commented smartly, giving a vivacious swish of her tail behind. Seeing as how Hemming was now weaponless and at her advantage, it was in the honorable code, however, that one shouldn't strike another who didn't have a weapon. Asha wouldn't torment him like that anyways, and plus, she was having too much damn fun to suddenly stop. At the request of taking hold of one of her other laying sticks as Hemming moved over to them, for a second she weighed out the options of him having a sturdy stick like hers, but after a momentary pause, her muzzle graced a smile. "I would not, noble Hemming. Majestic I must say, but we are not doneth. A better weapon, makes for a much bettereth, ruthless king." And so it was indeed that Hemming could take one of her extra sticks, and now with the probability of his new weapon holding strong throughout their jousting, their fun would continue without any technical difficulties made. Asha was ready, more than ever now. [/html] - Hemming - 06-20-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-20-2009 [html] Dammit! I accidentally modified my post before yours instead of adding a new reply! ><; 400+ Damn! In an instance Asha herself had been the one who was just so close to landing her strike, but Hemming certainly proved to be agile in evading her swipe. This Hemming, he was doing a pretty satisfactory upkeep so far. Better than Asha thought. That was quite alright, for she liked challenges anyways; she was generally the type that grew quite bored with static, repetitive routines, especially those who purposely took it easy on her. It was unknown to her whether or not Hemming was attempting to take it just a little bit easy, but so far Asha was having a blast, and getting down some moves and techniques with weaponry, no matter how big or small they seemed to be. It was then his makeshift weapon suddenly snapped in two at the attempt of batting at her own stick again (in which it obviously missed), and the Amara couldn't help but bring her digits to the front of her muzzle in which she muffled her snickering. It was even more humorous to her when Hemming bellowed that his imaginary blacksmith was going to get the third degree for such a poorly designed weapon. She continued forth with her snickering which evolved into soft laughter, then made a reply to him laced in daring amusement with a coy smirk to match. "...That is, if you live to see your blacksmith." She commented smartly, giving a vivacious swish of her tail behind. Seeing as how Hemming was now weaponless and at her advantage, it was in the honorable code, however, that one shouldn't strike another who didn't have a weapon. Asha wouldn't torment him like that anyways, and plus, she was having too much damn fun to suddenly stop. At the request of taking hold of one of her other laying sticks as Hemming moved over to them, for a second she weighed out the options of him having a sturdy stick like hers, but after a momentary pause, her muzzle graced a smile. "I would not, noble Hemming. Majestic I must say, but we are not doneth. A better weapon, makes for a much bettereth, ruthless king." And so it was indeed that Hemming could take one of her extra sticks, and now with the probability of his new weapon holding strong throughout their jousting, their fun would continue without any technical difficulties made. Asha was ready, more than ever now. [/html] - Hemming - 06-20-2009 [html] but no such luck.
- Asha Amara - 06-24-2009 [html]
Aw, it's alright. Thanks for checking. (: 300+
Aidan had been gazing at the two from the distance in their satire of royal sword (stick) fighting, gently grazing and chewing at the long grasses while the two Luperci were engaged in a tepid conflict of skill and strategy with their timber weapons. What was her Spirit Guide, Jaya, to think and say to all this? Like a hushed lover's lips whispering in her pierced ears, Jaya was commenting on the stance and persona of Hemming, quite amused himself of Hemming's natural humor that came to him inherently and what started this whole ordeal in the first place among them. Commenting about which blacksmith to consult in her weaponry, the Amara grinned, dipping her muzzle in a respectful nod once again. "Such weaponry was wielded by your Lady itself, though it is not any more sturdieth than weapons of the mercyful gods themselves." It might have been Asha's second choice to be a craftsman (or woman) of some sort due to the fact that she could easily manipulate most objects, but fighting, and the courageous spirit of adventure and thrill was more up her alley than anything. With her lithe and small figure returning to the previous stance she had in which she was ready for any move to be executed her way, Asha chortled a hearty laugh at his statement of herself falling before her own weaponry. There was no reply to come from her this time, in which she would like her wooden sword do the talking for her; Asha began her trickery with her feet at first, dancing madly for mere moments, before bringing her weapon down in a crescent (first rising up and then falling hard) upon her opponent. Hemming had better be ready to intercept this tactic, or else it could be a pretty bruising and painful smack of her stick made to him indeed. - Hemming - 06-25-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-26-2009 [html]
Mwahah. >] 400+
The Amara couldn't help but have a sparkling laugh spill from her red maw at his overdramatic statement with herself getting promoted to the gods. This was simply too fun for their own good. If these two were to put on a play for the puppies of the tribe, she knew that they would probably make a hit among them! "I believe in what makes up in a noble aspiring king also does fittingly with a clever role-player." She replied with her own smirk, commenting him on his engaging ability to shift the two into a different time period altogether, with the littlest spark of imagination. The red wolf was honestly expecting Hemming to evade her next move and dodge swiftly out of the way to avoid it, however, this time that didn't happen. Asha was actually quite stunned when her makeshift weapon hit its mark upon a choice bone in his shoulder, hearing the initial crack of wood meeting fur and flesh covered bone, and for a brief moment her ears instantly flattened against her head, and a shocked look came about her face as her sword was unstoppable and trailing down his arm now. There was a slight gasp to fly from her muzzle, in which her fingers immediately rushed up to cover the tip of her snout in surprise. Seemingly though, Hemming played it off as like it was nothing but a scratch, even though it certainly didn't sound anything of the such. Ouch! Proclaiming his readiness still, the blow that connected with him also gave her more spirit and liveliness to repeat a similar action in a different quadrant upon his tawny figure. With Hemming now lunging toward her, Asha backed up too fast on her feet to where she slightly stumbled, and it was that stumble that caused Hemming's wooden sword to connect with the area right above her left elbow, coming too close to painfully hitting her funny bone, but it was a solid hit enough to elicit some pain. "Yow!" She said, surprised by the strike, and also disappointed by her stumbling. There was no time for tending and rubbing her wound, however. Oh yeah? Well try and dodge this! Immediately she sprang back into action, this time slashing her weapon down to where it could possibly make a hit on one of his upper legs. Hemming had better deflect that strike fast, for it was coming to him on swift wings quick. - Hemming - 06-28-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 07-17-2009 [html]
Feel free to verbally rip me apart for my delay in this. .___. 300+
Victorious with her initial strike, the red-wolf smirked viciously. Sir Hemming had quite the strong willed spirit to take a smack to the thigh in stride the way he did, seeing that any smack to tender areas of the body would elicit something of a squeal (or, at least if Asha knew she was struck there, she would be temporarily stunned by such a thing). Impressed by his strong holding, Hemming geared up for something of a crescent attack as the sword gracefully and swiftly raised up and then came gliding down. Even while his attacks and agility of such were not as swift as her own vibrant strikes, his at least did connect with the bony structure of the top of her left shoulder; coming in contact with the bone rather roughly, and an audible sound of smacking against hard bone was heard. Asha gasped, fumbling backwards and raising her other hand to nurture and cherish the recently fresh hit on her shoulder. "Jesus." To her, that was a pretty good placed hit. "Your future kingdom, thou shall be destined to perish under my rule and warriors for such a grave mistake!" Keeping in character with her taunting nature, there was a thunderous growl that spit forth from the cavernous trenches of her throat (one that was entirely all in good, fair humor though, but signified the intensity of this situation) as the quite delicate and petite visage of the Amara began to become more stern, wearing a little bit more of a threatening look about her. It was then after reeling back, she charged for Hemming once again, this time swinging her wooden sword this way and that, trying to trick him into thinking that he was unprepared for which side of him she was about to strike. It would end up being the right side where she would gracefully snap her wrist to fling the stick at his side, and unless Hemming picked up on which side she was destined to target, he was about to get struck with a good length of her weapon. Better stay on your feet for this one! - Hemming - 07-17-2009 [html]
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