08-06-2012, 01:57 PM
Saved some, not all
Raoth
He had to keep training and improving. Raoth stood out in the clearing, striking again and again against the target he had set up. Amy and Helotes' lessons ran through his head, correcting his positions as he moved. Raoth wasn't using any of the pack's sparring rings. He didn't trust the pack, feeling very much like an outsider. His angry nature had changed very little, beyond growing more fierce towards those that threatened Aro. As foolish as it was, Raoth felt something for Aro. It wasn't an emotion he could explain, but Aro was the center of his world.
So he worked for him. Even when Raoth felt frustrated and chained, he worked loyally for Aro. He would flinch away from Aro's touch, expecting blows, but did as was requested with little complaint. Not that he could complain much anyways. Growling deeply Raoth hit the target again, sending the precarious wooden pieces shattering across the clearing. Great. Now he'd need to make it again. Rolling his eyes he stepped forwards, working on making another target.
Aro
Aro went walking in search of Raoth, yes he could call for the male, but why? It was more interesting to see where he went, and to see what he was up to. When the scent of the coyote came closer, Aro slowed and became silent. For a large male, his footsteps fell silent. His eyes observed Raoth bash a target into pieces. Sometimes Aro wished the man could speak, he could learn what made him so angry. He obviously had a hard beginning, but Aro wished to make it better. He let Raoth have as much freedom without much interference. The man never went far.
He watched in silence as the man began to make another target. Aro stepped out, a small charming grin flashed on his muzzle, "Want to spar? It's not like we could talk...or..perhaps we can just relax?" The two sparred almost half the time they were around one another, maybe they could do something different besides hunting, sparring, and killing cougars. Aro folded his arms over his chest, ears perked and head tilted slightly. The coyote was something of a mystery, really. Aro loved a good mystery..always led to some sort of discovery...
OOC
Raoth checks to make sure there isn't anything going on that he needs to be aware of. Following that he agrees to relaxing, and waits for Aro to settle on what to do. Aro decides to smoke some weed, and hits against a shattered piece of Raoth's target practice. It's removed, and Raoth takes the joint with some hesitation. He breathes it in, and finds himself choking on it. He won't be trying again.
Raoth
He had to keep training and improving. Raoth stood out in the clearing, striking again and again against the target he had set up. Amy and Helotes' lessons ran through his head, correcting his positions as he moved. Raoth wasn't using any of the pack's sparring rings. He didn't trust the pack, feeling very much like an outsider. His angry nature had changed very little, beyond growing more fierce towards those that threatened Aro. As foolish as it was, Raoth felt something for Aro. It wasn't an emotion he could explain, but Aro was the center of his world.
So he worked for him. Even when Raoth felt frustrated and chained, he worked loyally for Aro. He would flinch away from Aro's touch, expecting blows, but did as was requested with little complaint. Not that he could complain much anyways. Growling deeply Raoth hit the target again, sending the precarious wooden pieces shattering across the clearing. Great. Now he'd need to make it again. Rolling his eyes he stepped forwards, working on making another target.
Aro
Aro went walking in search of Raoth, yes he could call for the male, but why? It was more interesting to see where he went, and to see what he was up to. When the scent of the coyote came closer, Aro slowed and became silent. For a large male, his footsteps fell silent. His eyes observed Raoth bash a target into pieces. Sometimes Aro wished the man could speak, he could learn what made him so angry. He obviously had a hard beginning, but Aro wished to make it better. He let Raoth have as much freedom without much interference. The man never went far.
He watched in silence as the man began to make another target. Aro stepped out, a small charming grin flashed on his muzzle, "Want to spar? It's not like we could talk...or..perhaps we can just relax?" The two sparred almost half the time they were around one another, maybe they could do something different besides hunting, sparring, and killing cougars. Aro folded his arms over his chest, ears perked and head tilted slightly. The coyote was something of a mystery, really. Aro loved a good mystery..always led to some sort of discovery...
OOC
Raoth checks to make sure there isn't anything going on that he needs to be aware of. Following that he agrees to relaxing, and waits for Aro to settle on what to do. Aro decides to smoke some weed, and hits against a shattered piece of Raoth's target practice. It's removed, and Raoth takes the joint with some hesitation. He breathes it in, and finds himself choking on it. He won't be trying again.