Fire at will

Eve

POSTED: Tue Dec 05, 2017 11:57 pm

Jace Wolfe
Word Count ♞ 424 :: Out of Character text

It was only scant a fortnight since that day they had slow-motion fought with staffs whilst her child slept peacefully against her chest and yet the difference within the arctic mother was astounding. Health was returning rapidly as was weight, she had put on a probably fifteen to twenty pounds since two weeks prior. Where before her weary fatigue had been palatable; this day she exuded strength, as though nothing had ever been amiss.

Internally she was lacking something, the pregnancy had stolen a last vestige of youth from her and now put the female firmly into old age territory. She would never be as strong or fast again. Naturally this made her prickly and irritable though on the outside nothing suggested her onset of waning.

Maybe her pupil noticed the tenseness in her stance or the ire that seethed within, she refused to care. Skill would still hold her place whilst the lesser trained continued to flail around her. She would still be distinguished for a long time coming yet but admitting to herself that the fall would come eventually.

Bow and arrow was the flavor of today's training. Everett had shown some measure of competence with archery, more so than the staff and today Jace would be practicing her own prowess alongside him. Issac had so kindly volunteered himself to assist.

The archery stands had been set up at a decent distance for the new archer to better improve his aims and Jace watched with precision as he drew back the arrow, docilely letting her correct his stance with her hands,

You must pull it higher, to the curve of the cheek. Your sight needs to be along the arrow shaft or you will always be off target. She had been making true on her word and promise, to shape a warrior from his clay; breaking the mold that he had created and recasting him as something new.

She let him alone for moments to ready her own bow and arrow, fingers expertly knowing where they needed to be held and with a sharp tone the woman barked, Fire! Away across the field Issac launched up into the air the sand filled sack, it sailed high, for the butcher possessed a great heaving strength.

She followed it with her sight, as it flew high into the sky in an arc. As it began to descend she let loose her arrow and it rushed through the air, striking the bag and throwing it off balance. It ended it's flight with a dull thump as it hit the ground.

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my bow at the ready
Gonna fire at will

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Jace Wolfe


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POSTED: Fri Dec 08, 2017 3:47 pm

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Jace stalked the training area, in a way that reminded Everett of a hunting cat. Her miss-matched gaze never left his; he was fairly certain he could still feel her studying him as he occupied himself with the bow. It was a facet of the woman’s character that he had grown accustomed to, and so he did not shrink beneath her glares as he once did. At some point in their relationship, the scholar had noticed a difference in one of her intimidating expressions and wondered if he had begun to unravel her moods. The male had consigned the ideas to the corners of his mind as his studies had continued. Everett nodded to Isaac as the butcher readied his own bow in readiness.

The scholar stood straight-backed as he tested the feel of the bow. Fingers twitched experimentally in the hide finger guards he had taken to use for practise. To his great surprise, the bow proved to be an effective weapon in his hands. He hoped vaguely that he looked more competent and noble with the curved armament in his grasp. Jaws parted with the morn’s excursion, as his breath turned to vapour in the air. His muscles ached in protest at the consistent rhythm of draw and release, and he grunted as his hold wavered.

Jace was by his side, her hands guided him into the correct archer’s position. It was not dissimilar to the way the huntresses’ accented voice had offered discipline, or her touch would alter his stance. The thought of the woodland woman caused his heart to stir worryingly, in a way that was both similar and yet unlike anxiety.

Everett was torn from his nostalgic and troubled thoughts by his teacher’s command. His features settled into his stoic mask as he nodded, and closed one eye as he sought to experiment with the theory Jace had given him. The male’s view narrowed under his singular eye, and the periphery became blurred. The target, on the other hand, loomed from his surroundings. A smile curled at the corners of his lips as he envisioned a successful shot flung from the bow.

A bark of direction lingered on the air as Isaac fired first. Everett waited a moment as he inhaled the crisp air and exhaled, his feet spread apart. The butcher’s arrow soared, and as it drifted downward, Jace released a missile of her own. Hers flew high and true, its head implanted into the sack but not before it had disturbed the trajectory of Isaac’s. The scholar closed an eye again and drew back on his bow; his own arrow thudded into the ground just shy of the target itself. Everett’s smile broadened as he went to retrieve the bolts, his silver-tipped tail wagged in triumph. “I am getting closer.”

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POSTED: Sat Dec 30, 2017 6:04 pm

Jace Wolfe
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Competence was not something achieved overnight and nor did Jace expect that her pupil would attain such impossibilities. His progress was slow but not enough such to bring down her ire for a lack of practice or dedication. She could see in the way his muscles quavered and the fingers were less sure, could feel it beneath her fingers as she corrected him. He was nearing fatigue of his muscles for this round at least.

Yes, very good. You've been practicing in your spare time I see.

Aware that pushing a new learner to physical heights not before reached could produce dangerous stresses, as he returned with the dulled training arrows she signaled to him to take a break,

Stretch out your muscles in the way I showed you. Until they don't shake anymore. Her voice suggested he bring no arguments to her. She left him to his stretching and turned back to Issac, who was watching with something on an amused smile, she returned a smirk. The rapport between the two doggish canines stretched back years to when Jace had first come to Casa on a diplomatic mission from Cercatori.

She nodded to let him know she was ready to go again, nocking the arrow and drawing it expertly to her cheek, sighting down the straight shaft. Even those such as she who pursued perfection with single minded determination could never achieve that unattainable goal, there would always be errors in calculation and slights of chance that would work against an otherwise flawless cast.

She heard Issac grunt as again he threw high the small sand filled sack, sending it sailing upwards in the air. Another arrow sliced through the air, spinning in fast circles and.... she missed. Her arrow flew off into the distance, falling away into the forest behind the Fort. Jace muttered an oath under her breath and Issac laughed, earning himself a glare from the arctic woman.

She returned to their communal arrow store and grabbed a handful. A great cacophony of squawking calls lit up the air and not too far away a flock of birds suddenly took flight from their tree. They soared towards the three gathered luperci and Jace readied her arrows again. Issac said something mockingly but the she-wolf was no longer paying attention to either of her partners.

Focused solely upon the birds that filled the sky above them, the hunter's silence descended upon the arctic woman and with her sharp eyes she followed their path, drawing back the strong with her fingers. Years and years of training and practice came forth to be used in seriousness, no longer simply half-hearted to spare her pupil's sake.

She released the bolt and it shot from them, away in to the gathering and a prone form fell from the sky. A second arrow followed the first as the flock wheeled about in confusion, a second body dropping like a stone.

Then the woman was running away from them, arrows and bow still clenched in her paws. A higher vantage point and she leaped up onto the top of the fence of the training ring, body bending like willow in the breeze and turned as the birds began to scatter. Arrow three raced and missed, arching towards the steps of the Fort. Number four hit the slowest of them as the rest flew from her range and a third bird joined its downed brethren.

A savage grin lit up the woman's face, and she strode back towards the two men victorious, stooping to pick up her three prizes on the way. The arrows had hit them clean through the breast of each bird, hitting it's heart and killing them instantly.

Wordlessly she handed the three arrow strewn corpses to Issac and turned to Everett,

Are you ready to try again?

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my bow at the ready
Gonna fire at will

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POSTED: Tue Jan 02, 2018 11:37 am

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The male’s light-hearted quip earned him a compliment. Everett was about to retrieve the bolt he had shot when he noticed the now familiar gesture Jace used to communicate a break in proceedings. As if on cue to her warnings, his chest and shoulders spasm in protest. The male grimaced as he rolled his shoulders gingerly, as he had been instructed. Next, he rotated one arm in a circular motion and followed with the other limb. A pale tongue flopped from the sides of his open muzzle as he panted. The scholar focused on the sensation of his breaths expanding in his lungs and becoming vapour as they were expelled.

His pale gaze swept over the steel blue and copper accented man as he watched. The corners of Isaac’s mouth were drawn upward in mirth, whether this was at Everett’s attempts at exercise or a private joke he shared with Jace, he did not know. Regardless, he needed to concentrate lest he injure himself. This next stretch could be difficult if not attempted correctly, as the silver male lowered one knee into the ground and raised the other slowly. He could feel the impact on his core immediately; taut muscles relaxed as his body shifted into position.

Everett let out a breath as he extended both arms to rest on the knee of the raised leg. He would need to extend the limb he balanced upon, as it was beginning to twinge beneath his weight. A warmth spread through his body as the morning’s physical exertion flowed through him, and the fatigue seemed to melt away. He rose to his feet, his tail swayed to and fro as he studied Jace as she took up her bow again.

The woman murmured something low, which elicited laughter from the butcher. The pair’s camaraderie gave the impression that their relationship had spanned a great deal of time together, in so much as they were accustomed to being in the other’s company. A pang of envy bloomed in Everett; he had once been like that with Olivia. Honking calls above the canine’s heads prevented him from examining that old wound. A flock of geese overhead attracted the miss-matched gaze of the huntress, as she angled her bow toward their number.

The scholar glanced from Isaac to Jace as an ear tucked back with interest. The silver and gold woman’s pupils dilated as a feral frill vibrated from her body. The birds were drawing near, a blur of motion and suddenly, one plummeted. Everett’s mouth fell open as he watched the once-living creature descend to the earth. Jace broke apart from the men, her strides long and loping as she perched upon the ring’s fence. With the way her body moved smoothly, with both the poise of a dancer and the precision of a predator the scholar often forgot that the woman was not as young as he imagined. Her finesse and power far outweighed his own meagre years of life, and he harboured only respect for her.

A second victim fell from the group, and still Jace loaded and fired another arrow. The flock broke apart and tried to gather itself together, as the woman released another bolt. His glacial orbs trailed its quick arc and followed it as it bounced harmlessly off the Fort’s steps. The woman had settled to strike at the weakest of the flock, as one of the stragglers was hit and joined the rest of its kindred.

Three kills. It was absurd and incredible. With satisfaction lightening Jace’s features and a spring in her step, she collected the bodies and transferred them to the stunned Isaac. The sharp gaze turned towards Everett, whose brow was quirked and his tone on the cusp of a chuckle. “Such a pity, it looks as though all the birds have flown away. I can not dazzle you with my skills, dear Jace.”

The term of endearment was testament to how comfortable the male felt. With a smile on his lips, Everett padded towards the target to recover the used bolts and return to the firing line. He added the arrows to a bucket they kept close by, before returning to his own bow. Slender fingers threaded a bolt along its body, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot. With a single eye, he stared down the length of the arrow until the target filled his vision. Everett drew back the string without hesitation, and heard the dull thud as it embedded itself in the leather covering. It had landed outside the painted rings, but that did not matter. It was his first true shot of the day.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 17, 2018 2:25 pm

Jace Wolfe
Word Count ♞ 324 :: Out of Character text

She snorted at his words, though whether in amusement or mocking was hard to tell. If he did believe he knew her better than most though then he would see the wry twist to her lips and know that he had managed to subtly please her. She watched him keenly as he drew up to take another shot at the target, hands folded across her chest. She did not know yet whether he would make an effective soldier on the field but.. he would be able to defend from afar if that was what she had to pound into his head.

Occasionally she thought back to their unfortunate meeting, the day in her Wetu with the child. In response to remembrance the fur on her spine prickled uncomfortably. Something had been wrong, so very wrong. She could still feel the alarms ringing deep inside of her, like a chiming bell that could not be turned off or silenced. Sometimes she thought she saw glimpses of it again, of what had prompted her in maternal insanity to snap for his throat in defense of her child. She would destroy that thing too, whatever it was. The only voice Everett should be hearing inside his head was hers, forcing him to be beter than life had cast him out to be.

The shot landed, if not really on target but it was a start at least and as he looked to her there was a tempered pride for visible improvement. You have been practicing. Well done. Archery took significant hand to eye coordination and to hit a moving target was even more difficult.

She was ever a task master though and there were reasons that some refused to throw themselves under her tutelage, claiming they would not survive the experience. Again. She would not let him linger in minimal effort, it was abhorrant to every code she held herself to.

She watched critically as he readied himself again.

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my bow at the ready
Gonna fire at will

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Jace Wolfe


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POSTED: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:32 pm

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The woman expended her energy carefully, Everett observed. Jace was brief in her movements and gestures, as she crossed her arms about her chest to inspect his progress. There was a curl at the edge of her scarred muzzle that could have indicated appreciation for his friendly banter, then again, it could simply be wishful thinking on his part. The man was under no presumption that his skills would improve in the throes of real combat, however. In the training ring he could take as much time as he needed to correct a stance or hold the string taut. Time would be a luxury he could ill afford in a hostile situation.

He turned his gaze on Jace to gauge her approval of his hit. She commended the scholar and noted that he had been practising, which was a fact. Everett had begun to incorporate practise into his daily routine as par the course, and yet he could see minor improvement. The Denahlii woman and Isaac, on the other hand, cleanly outstripped his attempts. Some things could not be helped, he mused.

Everett nodded and narrowed his brows at her order to fire again. He exhaled deeply, and felt his muscles move into an instinctive position brought on by repetition and dedication. A single blue orb stared down the length of the arrow’s body, as he focused entirely on the target ahead. The scholar forced himself to perceive nothing but the hide-bound construction, to quell the pounding of his pulse against his neck or the gravity of expectant eyes on his back.

A heartbeat later, he fired.

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