there's a hole in the earth somewhere

Yi TaeKyung · 08-22-2012, 01:47 PM

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I apologize for the wait… I suuuuck
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Training had been cut short for that day. TaeKyung had known that training as usual would not be possible that day. She had therefore condensed her routine, focusing only upon perfecting the basic techniques. Her body moved effortlessly, her movements natural and her body well versed. These techniques were used against invisible enemies, performed as if a deadly dance. There was order and purpose to her movements. And perhaps the enemy, to the haunted Korean, was not invisible but perceptible in the early morning shadows. The shadows moved, and she responded. His Shade attacked her. But a shade was but a shade, and His clawed attacks could not truly harm her fleshed body. Nevertheless, she responded as if such a thing were possible, as if the shattered mind could truly feel the pain and burn of the Crow Wolf’s shade. Even with her great skill, she had grown much since her capture and enslavement. The battles and invasions had taught her many lessons, and the Fighter was compelled every day and every moment to improve. Surely, the Slave of the Flame would now be worth her Master. The belligerent slave, her shattered mind focused upon a single track, was compelled for that single thing.

With the heat rising from her dense, tenebrous fur, the slave had gone to her master’s side. A trip was being prepared for, and the black slave was pleased that she had been permitted to accompany her master. Silently, the Korean woman carried the caged hares to the cart and helped to secure the strange, long-necked prey beasts. While the Jindo-Wolf hybrid hoped always for violence and for a kill to grace her wicked maw, the primary purpose of her presence was revealed to her. She was to keep the prey-animal sheep from straying—she was a shepherd. There was a disgust that moved through the fighter’s heart, but she was silent and compliant, responding to her master with a deep bow. The sinewy humanesque form was relinquished then as she took her natural shape. The sinew shifted beneath her pelt as her body rearranged itself. White, fathomless orbs watched the group of prey that was now her ward, a fierce intensity within those orbs. In the natural form, she would be better able fulfill her orders.

The black slave moved gracefully, her head held low and her eyes upon the prey sheep. The feral hunger within her made her heart beat more rapidly, but she stilled her hungering jaws. As if sensing the danger that lurked within the black-furred fae, the sheep baaed, nervous. The white orbs kept the sheep in line, the intensity of her gaze keeping the sheep grouped together. Their wide eyes glinted in the light, the whites showing as a mild fear moved among them. Like a black shadow she bound the animals, intent on fullfiling Salvia’s orders. The slave acknowledged only her master with an occasional glance, ignoring the large black brother, with whom she was quite familiar, and the other ranked Salsolan. The Slave held only that strange respect for her Master. The shattered mind cared not for anything else.

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