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Bennett

POSTED: Sat Oct 19, 2019 9:33 pm

Optime | Winterwynd; afternoon | NPC: Einarr (+575)

Sword “spar”

The autumn air was cool thanks to the cold rain that had come through during the morning hours. Clouds still lingered in the sky, creating for a rather grey afternoon. It was pretty though, at least for the young Eklund. It was her first time seeing the brilliant, bold colors of yellows, oranges, and reds that had overtaken many of the trees within Winterwynd. Leaves were scattered across town, collecting in piles here and there along the damp, cobblestone roads. Occasionally, a chilly breeze would flitter through the mazework of buildings, collecting leaves here and there and depositing them elsewhere.

Skadi walked along the low, stone wall that they had come across. Her arms were spread out to either side of her for balance as she placed one foot in front of the other. Shuffling along on the ground beside her was her bear brother, Einarr. “I’m just saying, if you had to choose between a rotten elk or a rotten pig, which would you pick?”

Einarr’s nose curled in disgust at his poor choice of options. “Why does it have to be rotten?” He asked in a whine, trying once more to evade having to pick.

She came to the end of the wall and hopped down, glancing at the bear. “Just answer the question,” she huffed.

He grunted, “Fine. Elk.”

Skadi knelt down and sniffed at the ground. “Good. Sindri’s gross butt picked the pig.” Inhaling, she was pleased to smell that they were still on the right track. Standing, she continued to lead them towards their—her—target of interest.

A few days prior, she’d seen him with his father training blows with a sword. It had been fascinated to watch, and she’d tried mimicking the actions she’d witnessed on her own. It had been entertaining, particularly since she had an interest in the combative arts, and she had been eager to learn more. And what better way than to go to the source?

Going to his father might have been more beneficial—he was older, wiser, more experienced—however, he was closer to her age, and there was a small comfort in that.

Einarr had tagged along, having taken their mother’s advice to heart about him learning as much about Luperci fighting techniques as possible if only to spare himself an early grave by their hands. Skadi didn’t mind, as, wherever she went, he was always welcomed too.

It didn’t take long to find the spitz-hybrid. It was a large, grass and leaf-covered courtyard with a wild, unkept hedge perimeter. A few thin trees were littered throughout it, but were spread out far enough from each other to allow ample room for various activities in-between.

She gestured for Einarr to go around as she crept in low and from her target’s back. She’d picked up a sizeable stick—one that had looked about roughly the size of the sword the father-son pair had used—on the journey over, and she must have looked like a thug creeping in fast on—what she thought was—unsuspecting prey. A wide, impish grin spread across her lips as she drew in close.

Appearing opposite, Einarr huffed, “Hello, Bennett.”

Skadi let out a laughing battle cry as she swung down with her stick from his back.

First rule to fighting according to her mother; always be vigilant of your surroundings.

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POSTED: Sun Oct 20, 2019 9:24 pm

Born in a terrible winter, Bennett too witnessed his first autumn as a boy with wonder and delight. He was familiar with it now, and no longer a child. Now fully grown (or near enough, as his bones and muscles filled out and settled) he felt like a proper adult – sometimes, at least.

This would have been more meaningful if he did not live under his father's roof, he supposed. There was little need for him to break away, given that Bennett and Linden had established between them an understanding. It was difficult sometimes, but Florian's absence provided leverage. There was give and take when it came to living in a pack and with other people.

Some of those people would not look upon him so kindly, and that was why he put up with all the misery that accompanied the daily lessons. A few hours of work would please his father and sharpen his skills. Both of these things would keep Linden off his back. Bennett thought himself rather accomplished despite his relative youth and secretly resented that his father did not seem to recognize this.

He was free of the older man's watchful eyes and no longer encumbered by the bow, having practiced in the morning when the weather still looked questionable. The rain and fog was full of mischief. Some days would start cold and damp and by noon not a cloud would be in the sky.

The groundhog hole was what interested him now. It was new, he thought, dug in the fortnight since his last visit to the area. Bennett had bent down and put his face near the dirt, sniffing and eyeing the secret passage half-hidden by the yellowing grass to confirm his suspicions.

That explained how the bear managed to get so close. When the musky smell of the young predator hit his nose the wolfdog bristled instinctively and stood up with his tail half-cocked, only to realize a moment later the dark eyed cub belonged with the pack. He opened his mouth – to chastise the young animal for sneaking up on him – and that was when Skadi attacked him.

She surprised Bennett, but the yell had ruined any chance for a proper assault. He had enough time to get an arm up between his face and the stick, but the blow left it smarting. Bennett grabbed the “weapon” with the same hand and gave it a strong shake, trying to wrench it from her grasp.

Despite this he was grinning, all sharp teeth and whiskers, and his tail wagged to show their fight was in good fun.


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POSTED: Mon Oct 21, 2019 2:17 pm

NPC: Einarr (+345)


He’d been bent over, inspecting something on the ground. It would have been a perfect attack, a perfect shot, had her childish glee at the thought of getting the drop on her prey not gotten the better of her. She was still a child though, and the attack was hardly anything serious. Had her mother witnessed it all though, she knew she would have been surely reprimanded for her poor execution. Ragna wasn’t there though. It was just her, Einarr, and Linden’s son.

As she brought the stick down, Bennett had twisted with lightning-fast reflexes, throwing an arm up and warding off her blow. The stick landed heavily on his raised forearm, but, not in the satisfying, surprise attack way that she had intended for. Her brows shot up, clearly having not expected him to have deflected her attack. The momentary lapse in her focus allowed the older boy to rid her of her weapon and make it his own.

Feeling suddenly vulnerable, she stepped backwards, getting out of immediate danger like her mother had taught her to do. The quickness of it all made her momentarily doubt if her fun had been taken too far, however, she spied a grin on his face and caught sight of his fluffy tail wagging in her peripherals. “Wow, you’re good,” she said in an admiring breath.

“Much better than Sindri,” Einarr added, recalling the last time the two siblings had tried something similar on their brother.

“That was so cool!” She gushed, excitement in her voice as she flexed her fingers with claws out. “I thought for sure that I had you.” Her glacier eyes left him briefly in search of a new stick to use against him. “Let me get another stick real quick and we can continue.”

The bear had moved in closer, sniffing loudly at the hole that Bennett had been inspecting previously. “What’s this that you were looking at?” He stuck his nose into the hole and took in a deep inhale. “It smells like a rodent.”

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POSTED: Sat Nov 09, 2019 9:16 pm

Bennett knew enough about Skadi's mother to know not to ask. His father had made it abundantly clear that without keeping secrets and respecting other people's privacy they would put themselves more at risk. Becoming notable meant exposing himself.

There was never any consequence, though.

He was getting comfortable.

Yeah well you still shouldn't try and attack me like that, he barked at the retreating youngster. Skadi's hunt for a replacement weapon gave the bear time to edge his way up to the groundhog's hole.

It felt weird, still, this rival predator in their midst. Bennett tried to ignore the danger-signals that the presence of a young, male bear sparked in him. He was able to keep himself composed, though his fur seemed a little puffier than average.

That's what I'm thinking. Groundhog, probably, they dig big holes like that. If it's down there watch out for your nose, don't stick it in the hole. They bite. It's like a big mean rat.

The wolfdog gave his stolen stick a swing, frowning briefly when he felt the lack of balance in the branch. Skadi! Bennett called. If you see another long stick bring it back too!

He glanced back at the bear. The stick made another sweeping circle as Bennett loosened up his arm. We can try poking him out, but I wanna see if he has another exit around here. You wanna keep an eye on the hole, in case he makes a run for it? Or do you want to get in on this fight? I'm gonna beat the crap out of her in either case, so it won't take long, he added, smiling a wicked toothy grin.


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POSTED: Fri Nov 15, 2019 6:50 pm

NPC: Einarr (+363)


“Is that a threat?” She barked back from over her shoulder, sneaking a teeth-filled smirk at the older boy. She was teasing, knowing full well that she likely didn’t have a chance against a son of Linden’s. Still, the thought of a challenge was an exciting idea to entertain. She loved challenges.

Skadi returned her attentions to the task at hand, searching the nearby grounds for a suitable weapon to combat Bennett with. Most were too thin, too brittle, or too hefty for proper wielding by her hand. She didn’t want to tire herself out with her own swings, nor did she want to leave herself defenseless against him. Obviously, Bennett had some skills to him. She at least needed to give herself a fighting chance.

Meanwhile, Einarr seemed oblivious to the de l’Or fighting his inner instincts. He continued to sniff, letting hot puffs of air to billow down into the hole. To Bennett’s warning though, he decided against sticking his nose any deeper. A skeptical look etched over his features as his chocolate eyes shifted to the older boy. “An oversized rat?” He was unimpressed with the thought. “Glade kills those all the time.”

He glanced over to where Skadi was when Bennett requested that she bring back two sticks instead of one. Looking up at the short Luperci, he chuckled, “I think I’ll watch the hole.”

The Eklund daughter jogged back over to them brandishing a stick of relatively equal size in each hand. “What was wrong with the one I had before?” She asked, eyeing her previous weapon that Bennett was swinging. “Is Einarr going to fight too?” She glanced at her brother.

Einarr held up a paw. “I’m on hole duty.” He pointed to Bennett. “I think he wanted the other stick though.”

Her brows knitted together at his answer before shaking her head. “Tch, whatever.” Turning her attention back to Bennett, she gave him an excited, feral grin as she tossed him the longer stick of the two she had brought back. “Let’s do this, fluffbutt!” She stepped forward and swung, aiming to strike him on his shoulder.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 16, 2019 12:36 pm

Well go ahead and stick your paw down there, if you want to see, Bennett scoffed at the bear. Groundhogs weren't particularly outstanding, in terms of damage, but they could be vicious. A bite was still a bite, and an infected wound could kill.

His single life's purpose was to survive at all costs. It forced Bennett to examine the world in terms of risk and reward.

The other stick is for the hole, he told the pair, only to toss it aside when Skadi brandished her new weapon towards him. They could try and flush out the food after more important business. Sparring was always a good chance to flex his skills, and it gave him experience with combatants who weren't his father. Linden was a brutal, stern teacher, and his lessons left bruises that Bennett's thick fur could hide.

He parried her blow with his own stick. The wolfdog stepped to the side, eager to find an advantage in the terrain. His lesser height put him at a disadvantage, but it also made chances for him to find openings in opponents they didn't expect.

Bennett took a step forward suddenly and jabbed his stick towards her belly. He bounced back to his other foot, aiming to keep distance between them.


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POSTED: Fri Dec 06, 2019 6:45 pm

NPC: Einarr (+421)

Yikes! I dropped the ball on this one! Sorry about that! @___@

Einarr’s nose wrinkled at Bennett’s testy suggestion. Well, he definitely wasn’t going to stick a nose or a paw down the hole now. While he held no fear of rats or their bite—no matter their size—he didn’t want to risk becoming the source of laughter if Bennett’s warning proved to be true. He could better thwart any goading comments for following the older boy’s advice than he could live with the shame of receiving a nasty bite from an oversized rodent.

When Bennett tossed the first stick aside, Einarr moved to retrieve it. He carried the abandoned tool of sorts back to his original position beside the gopher hole, setting it aside for after the Hawkesond took his sister to school. It would be entertaining to watch, no doubt, and be material to tease Skadi with if he needed to down the road.

Skadi’s first strike was easily thwarted by Bennett, and the force at which their sticks met reverberated up her arm. It was an exhilarating start, and she had hope that it would mean the rest of the impromptu spar would remain just as challenging to break through his guard. He sidestepped, and her eyes followed him, her stick swinging like a bat. He struck out before she could follow through with the action though, the end of his stick jabbing her soft belly.

It was enough to earn a grunt out of her as she partially folded inward, a hand leaving its two-handed hold on her stick to grasp her stomach soothingly. His jab hadn’t been hard enough to break skin or bruise, but, for the moment, pain certainly did ebb from the point of contact. She growled like one would while play fighting, and her glacier gaze looked him up and down as she tried to figure out how she should attack him next.

A head-on assault would likely just result in a repeat of previous actions. She needed to move into range again though. Maybe she could hope to get lucky while keeping him on his toes?

Both hands on the stick once more, Skadi followed after Bennett. This time, she swept lower with her stick, aiming more for his hip and side. “How long have you been training under your dad?” She wanted to know how long it might be before she was as good as her mother with knives and hand-to-hand combat as Bennett appeared to be with a sword.

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POSTED: Sat Dec 21, 2019 10:57 am

Skadi's question distracted him and he felt the stick slap against the taut area above his hip. She was already tall enough to have an advantage, and he imagined this would do her well in the future. Ragna was a powerful (and somewhat frightening) woman, and whoever had sired her children would certainly have been someone of comparable might. Skadi and her siblings had not been brought up soft.

Play fighting like this served a purpose. Each step they took was practice for the real world. Each glancing blow or bruise was a reminder as to the danger risked by combat.

Bennett had earned his share of bruises.

His father was not cruel as some men become, but there had been damage done to him that was long unresolved, and in its wake, his son suffered. All of the choices he had made were based upon stories that everyone else seemed to deny. Each lesson from his father left him hurt.

He stepped back to put more space between them.

Since before I could shift, Bennett said. But a long time. Since last winter at least, he tried to quantify the span. The disparity between his skills and his father's was too large for him to truly comprehend. Even if he could land blows on his teacher, Bennett was soundly reminded of his own inability by each defeat.

This made him, in turn, a brutal fighter. When he came at Skadi next he made a false lunge before dashing to her opened side to return the hit she had landed on him.


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POSTED: Sun Dec 29, 2019 10:00 pm

NPC: Einarr (+344)

We could probably end this soon if you wanted since it’s an older thread? :O Feel free to PP Bennett putting Skadi on her ass or otherwise winning the fight if so! xD

Had she not been scolded for it in the past by her mother, Skadi might have cheered for her success in landing a hit on the older boy. Proud as she was, she couldn’t allow herself to get cocky. Getting overly excited or arrogant over one lucky hit could throw off her rhythm and make her lose. Not that she wasn’t going to against the more experienced Bennett, but, at least she could try to give him a few welts before the spar ended.

Bennett put distance between them again, and she followed just like before, like a predator in pursuit of their prey.

From the sound of it, he had been raised similarly to Skadi and her siblings. Taught since they had started to cut their teeth. It was no wonder her mother seemed more amiable to Linden; they had similar styles, and were both good fighters. And if she and Bennett had been raised similarly, by comparison, it meant that she might be just as cool and strong as he was come summer.

The hopeful longing distracted her, and, when Bennett made a lunge at her, Skadi mistook the feint for what it was. She moved to dodge him, only to set herself up perfectly for the Hawkesond to carry out his true attack. When she registered the change in movement of his arms, it was too late. His stick smacked against her side, and she instantly felt the stinging pain that erupted from the contact.

That one would hurt later.

She winced and turned, stumbling quickly backwards with her stick raised to hopefully guard her from his next attack if he chose to pursue her.

“He’s beating your ass, Skadi.” Einarr smirked as he idly scratched at the edge of the gopher hole.

“Shut up, Einarr,” she snapped over her shoulder, though, from the smirk on her own face, she was not sore at the thought of losing to Bennett. She lunged forward, trying to mimic the same feint-strike move that the de l’Or had done.

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If she had been any older – any more experienced – Bennett would have struggled far more than he did. In a fight with swords, reach was the greatest advantage. Skadi's long limbs and height gave her far more than Bennett, who was forced to remain on the defensive for most of their combat.

His tactic relied heavily upon rushing in and forcing openings, taking advantage of her slower recovery to land a few stinging slaps upon her arms. In a few years she would be a proper warrior. He could see it even now – the thought delighted him. His father had always stressed the importance of things like might and the ability to protect themselves, and here too, was someone capable.

In a few years, she and the bear cub would be a force of magnitude.

Today, however, it was Bennett who made the better fighter. Inexperience and frustration led to more mistakes on Skadi's end. She was good, but she wasn't good enough to endure against her elder peer.

Bennett didn't necessarily thrash her, but there was little mercy in the fluffy wolfdog as he pummeled the younger girl with the stick. He did this until declaring his triumph, encouraging Skadi's progress as if he had something to measure it against, and finally returned to the other task at hand.

Though he spoke as if he were an expert of groundhogs, he had a rough start trying to fish their prey out of its hole. When he finally made contact with the fat thing inside, he urged Skadi to take over and indicated the likely places where an escape hole might be found. It took longer than he would have liked but eventually – finally spooked by the thing poking at its back – the groundhog did make a daring escape.

It, unfortunately, came up directly in Einarr's face.


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