Liquid Sunlight

P. X'yrin { Training }

POSTED: Fri Jan 04, 2013 1:00 am


OOC :: Jan. 9th | Early Morning | Optime

The sun had just risen, bathing the treetops in golden light. The sky on the horizon was an art worth of canvas, rich with the colors of pink, blue, and orange that faded seamlessly into each other. The blanket of snow that covered the Sangi'lak forest flared bright in the face of sunlight, throwing a piercing bright light back into the eye of the beholder. The stream that sliced through the small clearing of pure alabaster was running swift and unfrozen, a ribbon of reliable chilly blue when all else was limp under the burden of snowflakes. And then there was the Luperci girl, no older than one, that sat on the boulder next to the stream, her knees drawn up to her chest and her hands linked around her shins. Her tail was drawn up beside her body, her scarred muzzle raised to the sky in the East, her bright evergreen gaze glinting with little flecks of golden rays. Lyris always got up in the morning to watch the sunrise. She liked it better then the sunset- it was a dawn of a new day, a new series of events. It marked the first steps of a child just born, or the first crack in the delicate eggshell. It was a time a extreme fragility and new beginnings- it was her favorite time. But she just liked to watch the sunrise. She was quirky like that.

The sun was peeked halfway over the slight bowl ridge of the earth, and it would be a moment yet before it's base had surpassed the evergreen tree tips. So the Acknowledged slid from her rocky perch, just to slip into a kneel beside the river. She dipped her hands beneath the surface, ignoring the biting cold and watching the water current tug at her powder-white fur. Afraid her fingers would grow numb, Lyris sealed her fingers together and lifted a handful of cool liquid. In her hands, she held an orb of dancing sunlight. The star's bright rays rebounded off the H2O, flowing with the tiny rivulets of water that ran between her fingers and raced over the surface, creating a living, breathing beauty. Afraid that all of it would vanish, the Sangi'lak member dipped her thin muzzle into what she held, drinking it all up before it escaped. Satisfied with the liquid sunlight, Lyris sat back on her heels, returning her slightly wetted muzzle up to the sky to watch the last few inches of the bright golden disk surpass the guardian trees.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 04, 2013 5:38 pm

ooc: Let it begin

  • Setting: The early morning just as the sun is rising
  • Location: North of the Stone Lake
  • Form: Optime
  • Another morning was spent in the company of her Family, and her little ones were awake to embracing the warm morning light. Despite the return of Jaden and the turn of the air of Sangi'lak, they pups were none the wiser and went off as they did to disturb the calm of the dens...especially the calm of their elder brother Zeus. With another set of paws to nibble and bounce on and another body to run about and play their little games with, X'yrin was confident the children would be occupied just long enough for her to fulfill her promise to the up and coming Evan'ule. She had allowed the girl time to get used to her newly awakened body...and with how the youth conducted herself before Jaden as well as Asgeir (as X'yrin was told), there was certainly no reason for their lessons to stall any longer.

    From the den the Shepard departed in her tallest of forms donned in little more than dual leather cuffs bound around her wrists and forearms, and the cougar tooth necklace woven between the grooves of the binding on her left arm. As she left the den without destination, she took care to gather her lengthy tresses and ball them into several messy knots around her head. For what she had in store with the youth this day, she could not allow herself to be hindered by her own mane; even if it would have been sensible to lop the lot of it off with a few careful clips.

    Through fresh morning snow, she arrived near the center of the territory just north of the Stone Lake now frozen with rock and slush. With a sharp raise of her voice, she summoned her dark-winged predator to her shoulder then breathed in deeply the crisp morning air to call in a more familiar octave for the young snowy female to make herself known.

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    POSTED: Sat Jan 05, 2013 3:12 pm


    OOC ::

    It echoed between the trees with pristine clarity, sliced through the air and followed the feathered birds close behind. It slithered through the grass and dove through the water- it was everywhere, though it only had one destination; the softly furred ears of Lyris Stryder. The notes danced in her mind- the notes she had been long awaiting. Yes, this is one call that she had been waiting for. Her bright eyes looked up from the water from where they had been previously fixed- they rose from the rippling liquid to the almost full disk of the bright sun. A small smile curved at the edges of the young girl's muzzle- a small smile that she couldn't help. Parting her jaws the young one gave out a similar call- acknowledging that she heard and that she was coming... coming. Swifter than an eagle in flight and quicker than a fox, Lyris slid onto all fours from her kneeling position, turned towards the dark trees beyond, and took off, no more than a white streak in the green surroundings.

    Lyris had been close by- near a small stream that broke off from the peninsula of Aldarto'k. She was nearly a mile away- and with the adrenaline pumping through her muscles and the liquid sunlight flooding her veins, Lyris had arrived in just minutes, having not stopped once for breath. Though now she did so, falling straight from her running pose to her knees in front of the autumn female. Slender flanks rose and fell as she regained her breath. Once she could speak again, Lyris blinked, lowering her lashes to her cheeks. "My Shepard. You called?" The question was slightly shortened, reflecting the shortness of breath the snowy wolf had. But after a moment the Acknowledged could easily find oxygen again, and her heartbeat had returned to a fairly normal thrum. She stood, looking over X'yrin's shoulder at the black beast. When she had first seen the bird of prey at the borders she had been shaken, as if being watched. But she then realized something- Evan'ule were animal tamers, yes? The first step in the right direction was not to be afraid. Lyris narrowed her eyes at the feathered being, though it just stared back. Well, perhaps she wouldn't get it to be scared of her...
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    POSTED: Sat Jan 05, 2013 6:01 pm

    ooc: Let it begin

  • Setting: The early morning just as the sun is rising
  • Location: North of the Stone Lake
  • Form: Optime
  • As the Nomad stood patiently in waiting she observed the fine feathers of her companion, noting with pride how well he had managed to keep his adornments. Shamelessly, the golden breast of the bird swelled with pride upon being observed, with an intellectual glint in his eyes that told of his knowing of why the female looked at him so. A silent conversation was passed through their connected gaze until their bond was broken by the appearance of her student.

    How the young one had chosen to appear determined what sort of training would begin this day; one the Shepard considered harsh..if not relentless. But was in truth one of her favorite methods. Gently she dipped her head in greeting to her student with warm eyes and delicate smile. The epitome of calm before it was shattered.

    "Good morning to you, Lyris," X'yrin uttered quietly, ever mindful to speak slowly and carefully that all words would be grasped. "I hope you slept soundly. This day marks the beginning of your training. And as well all lessons, we will start with the basic. This day, you will master two objectives; being able to speak to an animal that could very well be your guide, and train the endurance of your body. I will speak only one word to aid in your first objective...but the second you must rely upon your instinct. Thought will only hinder you. Worry over technique will cause you to fail. Only when you have learned to trust your body...your instinct will you pass this objective and be ready to move on to the next."

    There was no word to signal the start, save for the careful utterance of the Low Spoken word to her feathered companion. 'Attack'. His black wings spanned wide lifting the bird from his perch. Upon the soft currents of the winds he rounded from the elder female to the younger, soft and vulnerable with talons bared to pluck the fur from her flesh. And in that instance, the Shepard moved forward with trained speed to rival the most fleet-footed of fodder. She did not punch, but swung down at the smaller she-wolf in a sharply executed jab in an effort to tear her claws through her shoulder.

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    POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:41 am


    OOC ::

    Perhaps Lyris's last thoughts with her previous encounter with X'yrin- I will get to Evan'ule even if I have to bite my own tail off- had been taken a little bit too literal.

    Of course, the girl hadn't known what to expect when training began. X'yrin had told her it was going to be difficult, but no specifics further than that. So, naturally, the young member had entered with a slight curious aura, though it was also a bit wary. Difficult could mean anything from climbing mountains to hunting a fifteen point buck. Her curiousness (and skittishness) had gone up as the white Optime had entered to find a powerful bird of prey perched on her Shepard's shoulder. What did she have in store for her?

    Lyris was fully capable of comprehending the words that the autumn woman spoke- but not so much understanding what she was referring that the Luperci do. All of this babble about instinct, don't think, just do... what would require her not to think? She received the answer in the form of a low sound from her alpha's throat. And just like that, it all clicked.

    Lyris's eyes went wide as the great black wings blotted out the sky, and as the bright ivory claws of X'yrin came diving for her shoulder. In that moment, her mind shut off, and her muscles... turned on. This was going to be a test of her Optime form, and she better learn fast. As the deadly, crooked talons of the vulture came swooping for her face and the claws of the woman came racing for her shoulder, there was only one thing she could do. Dodge, move, react. Just like she had at the border that one fall day so long ago. Lyris fell onto all fours and twisted her whole body to the left, thankful for her smaller and more slender figure at that moment. A sharp pain lanced up her right arm, signifying that X'yrin had landed a swipe. It hadn't been deep- she had managed to move far enough away that only the smaller two of her four claws had actually met flesh, and only barely at that. In just a heartbeat Lyris had torn away from the strike, crimson staining her fur in a trickle. The vulture had only missed by centimeters- Lyris could feel a dark-tipped wing brush her back as the predator changed its course so as not to crash land. She only had seconds before either the wolf or the bird launched again, which means she had only a blink to rest and come up with a plan.

    Don't think. Just act. Don't plan, Lyris. Alright, so she didn't make a plan. Instead, she dashed the only place she could- right between X'yrin's legs. Her body was small and agile, and on all fours in Optime form she could easily slip between the woman's knees- as long as she didn't react quick enough to snag at her fur, that is. If she had succeeded she would skid to a stop behind an Autumn tail, turning to face the alpha's back and the quickly approaching bird. In the few heartbeats she had, Lyris closed her eyes, set her hands in the frost-stiff grass, and spoke. Though it wasn't a word, it was more of a feeling, a simple sound. The same utterance that her mentor- yes, that's all she was now, her mentor- had used to direct the bird. She now used it. The beast did in fact stop in mid-track, but it didn't dive for the autumn female. Instead it simply hovered, stirring the air with its heavy wings. 'Attack' Attack her. She willed with all her might for it to move, to dive, to lash out at X'yrin, but it simply waited. Was it confused, or just playing with her? Had she spoken the required word right?

    Word Count :: 521
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    POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:05 am

    ooc: Let it begin

  • Setting: The early morning just as the sun is rising
  • Location: North of the Stone Lake
  • Form: Optime
  • As the lesson began, the Shepard would observe carefully whether these objectives would be accomplished, and gain a sense for herself if the young one was indeed able to take the Evan’ule name. Had she the will to accomplish what was needed? The purpose of this objective was to test the extent of this ambition.

    Thought lit the young one’s eyes, but as swiftly at it was birthed, it was gone in an instant; a subtle effect worth noting as the Exultare took lead of their impromptu dance. And quite the aggressive partner she was. As the child dodged only catching a glance of her attack rather than the brunt, X’yrin was quick to correct her footing keeping her legs splayed at a balancing width. SShe watched with a sharp eye, the mind of the predator honing her senses and anticipate the reactions of her quarry by instinct alone. Yet sentience tended to reign over the dull minds of the fodder, and in this instinct she was angled not to grasp down at the swiftly fleeting form, but backward.

    As Lyris slipped between her legs, X’yrin pushed from the ground and leapt to land upon bent legs supporting her weight with the assistance of her right arm braced against the ground. And with her left, she surged forward to take hold of the young one’s throat. She uttered not a word to her companion to allow the youth the opportunity to fulfill her objective. And so he remained at his hovering height, watching and waiting for his command.

    258 words.

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    POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:28 am


    OOC ::

    So it seemed that the first time the young Lyris had attempted not to think, it had sufficiently backfired into a problem. Just as she had opened her mouth to utter the call again, her throat was grasped by a firm and relentless hand, one belonging to none other than the autumn female. Curse her subtle, little form. The love and hate of her small and agile body was on and off, like the flick of a light switch. At a loss, Lyris was lifted ever so slight from the frosty ground beneath her feet. Oh, what to do now? How was she not supposed to think, but yet accomplish her goal? This was something new and incomprehensible by the white wolf. Her cool green eyes met with the fiery auburn ones of her alpha- no, her mentor. If X'yrin had been her alpha at that moment, she would have not dared to do what she was going to do next. But she wasn't her alpha, she was simply an obstacle. And obstacle in her way of getting to that bird. And suddenly, she knew what to do. She knew the weakest point that she could hit and without the need of strength bring the autumn woman to her knees- that was just it, her knees! In a determination-filled spurt of strength, the girl shot out her long legs and connected the ball of her foot with the kneecap of her foe. This was a weak point- if she had done it correctly, the larger opponent's joints would buckle and she would have no choice but to release her hold and drop Lyris as she tried to steady herself. If she was dropped, Lyris would just as soon send the palm of her hand into the abdomen of X'yrin, unbalancing her even further- either sending her wheeling backwards or too the ground. And this would give her one more chance at a call.

    If she had succeeded in her attempt at aiming at the weak points of X'yrin, Lyris would lock eyes with the insomniac red ones of the Bearded Vulture, open her jaws, and utter a low, strong sound, demanding that the beast would swoop low and swipe at its master with deadly, crooked talons. And if all had gone well, it would.

    Word Count :: 384
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    POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:53 am

    ooc: Let it begin

  • Setting: The early morning just as the sun is rising
  • Location: North of the Stone Lake
  • Form: Optime
  • Not as an opponent but as a mentor, the Nomad’s ears would fall back in disappointment as her reaching claws were true to their aim and held fast to the young one’s throat. The thought that crossed her mind was quickly, little more than a glimmer of sentience behind her eyes as they bore mercilessly into the emerald orbs of the youth. She did not trust herself to react, focusing on summoning the companion rather than ‘letting’ it happen. In the heat of conflict there was no time to consider what could or could not be done. There was only the utilization of what was there and ‘using’ it…not doubting it…not wondering if it would work. Using it.

    X’yrin would have called an end to their lesson there had there not been the determined flicker behind the spring green eyes. Her grip had tightened then all too soon was released as the radiating shock of impact to her knee brought her down to one, then sprawling back against the snow with a smarting sensation to her stomach as a memento from another hit. Any mentor would have smiled then, and X’yrin was no exception. And as her ears twitched to the call to her companion, her muzzle donned an expression of pride as she sharp talons of the vulture came to bear upon her throat…then swiftly retracted his weapons and settled benignly on her head.

    With her head pressed against the snow, the Nomad’s tail beat happily against the snow. She took a moment to let the irritating sting of her knee subside before she pulled herself up, startling the vulture into taking a hovering height in the process. “Wonderful, Lyris!” The Shepard exclaimed while already pulling herself to stand once more. She did not bother to bring the snow from her fur knowing that with what more was in store for the pair of them, minding something as insignificant as snow could be disregarded for now. “Shall we start again? I assure you, I will not withhold my actions.”

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    POSTED: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:09 pm


    OOC :: Time jump from early morning to mid-afternoon~

    As her alpha returned to her feet, Lyris looked up to her, eyes curious in her response. She seemed to have spoken the Low Speech correctly, seeing as the great bird had swooped to its destination, though without completing its expected task. She was faintly glad it had not harmed X’yrin, though the girl was sure if it had she could have easily called it off. Seeing the bright tail beat against the snow and the smile on her superior’s face, she assumed this was good, unless she was pulling another trick. Though it seemed she wasn’t, for words of appraisal flowed freely from X’yrin’s maw. Warmth flooded through snowy white feet at the good words, though they were few. At the woman’s next inquiry, although, Lyris tipped her head. The hesitation was only seconds, before the girl crouched low to the frost-stiff ground, her tail moving left to right slowly, a small smirk painted on her jaws. “I’m ready.”

    * * *

    Lyris twirled away from the strong grip on her shoulder and the claws that had just begun to sink into her flesh before any harm could be done. She took a strong leap backwards, her legs screaming in protest though obeying her wishes. Tipping her thin muzzle to the sky the girl once again called the new speech pattern, satisfaction clutching at her limbs as the vulture took a dive in the air. Lyris stood again, her flanks rising and falling rapidly while her pink tongue lolled as she panted, arms weak. Exhaustion had gradually begun to take hold of the girl, only an hour or so into her training. She had endurance from her long trek not too long ago, but the practices her and X’yrin were using required a fair amount of arm and leg strength, which she lacked greatly. The muscles in her shoulders and in the small of her back ached, and her forehead pulsed not with a headache but with her quick heartbeat. Now, mid-afternoon and after hours of training, she feared that she couldn’t go much longer without rest. She planned that after another exercise or so if her mentor had not already offered she would unfortunately have to ask for a drink or some kind of break. It wouldn’t be too long before the sun began to brush the tip of the trees once again, opposite to the horizon where she had entered that morning. “Was that alright, X’yrin?” She asked respectfully, bright eyes searching hers for a response.

    Word Count :: 420
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    POSTED: Wed Jan 09, 2013 10:05 pm

    ooc:

  • Setting: Afternoon
  • Location: North of the Stone Lake
  • Form: Optime
  • Unmistakable resilience had shown through the youth's emerald eyes and had carried on for the duration of their training, never faltering though she was certain Lyris was beginning to feel the strain of their practice. Her objectives had long since been fulfilled. For the length of their training she had seen in her eyes the lack of foresight, what some would considered a fault, but the Shepard saw as a strength. Now that she was able to trust her body to move as it needed, molding her movements into proper form would be easier.

    As once again Lyris evaded and sent the vulture by her call, X'yrin leapt back and raised an arm to catch the perching claws of her faithful and spectacular companion. As he fluttered his wings, she cooed to him softly, letting the beautiful bird nibble on her nose before sending him off again with a bob of her arm.

    "Oh Lyris, such wonderful progress!" the female exclaimed while literally bounding over to the snowy female and took her into her large arms...and hoisted her off the ground. "That was more than alright!" She all but squeezed the girl before setting her down. "I am so glad to see your potential...your endurance. It will make your training in the days to come much easier. Oh I am so proud!""I think that will do for today. We mustn't overwork you before our next session. Place take the rest of the day and tomorrow to rest and let your body adjust to your...changes in routine. You will be sore tomorrow, but the day after, I promise you will be brimming to train again."

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