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POSTED: Tue Sep 06, 2016 8:56 pm

(351) Training session anyone? Located vaguely near the Estate, near the river. FD to 9/08

”Don’t forget your stance. Never forget your stance.”

Her mother’s words rang in her ears every time she trained. When she sunk low on her knees, assuming the fighting stance that was drilled into her head time and time before that, Lithia always thought back about her mother. Axelle the famous warrior in Anathema. She was the one to teach her and Tzila how to use their weapons – daggers, short swords, bows – and she was the one to give them the best instruction.

But with time, Lithia fell out of practice. Instead of a warrior, she chose to wander the forests as what Anathema called a Seere, which was an uncomfortable mixture of things. She assumed she was intel – which was one of the things it happened to be – and instead of working on her sword tricks, she worked on her mind tricks.

Wielding her short swords for the first time in a long time, Lithia stared down her invisible opponent. She wished she had a real opponent, but sometimes warriors just had to fight themselves. Advancing on the shadow, she swung one sword, holding the other in place to block an imaginary lunge. Then she spun, kicking out a leg as if to push her imaginary target to stumble. Then she slashed, all the while making Huh! Hah! Hargh! noises uncharacteristic to her being.

If asked then, Lithia would have denied it, but it seemed as though she were angry. Her movements were quick and fierce, which said that much, but in the present, Lithia had nothing to be angry about. That was all in the past. So, perhaps she imagined her mother as her opponent, or perhaps her father - both absent figures in her life. Perhaps she imagined Kentaro or Amorette - beings that she wished she could sink her claws into. Or perhaps she thought of a time where Anathema would learn of her treachery and come after her. Perhaps she thought of a time where she would have to fight for her life, and all that her mother had taught her would be put to the test.

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POSTED: Tue Sep 06, 2016 9:20 pm

[[wc 475

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The hollering could be heard from quite a distance away, even from the still broken glass of Shaamah's Estate window. It was faint, but it was there, and it was what caught Shaamah's attention before all things in the Estate. Hackles shivered with the sound as he glanced through the shards that were still erect from the frame, heterochromic sights peering as if he could see past the wall that hindered his view. He'd already put his armor on, and the axe that was normally for cropping trees to a shorter height rested in his hand. The sounds of a fight? Training? Whatever it was, he wanted to be there.

Paws moved with weighted caution down the steps and out of the Estate. Finally clear of the building, dark ears spun atop his crown to judge from where the voice was coming from. Rather than in the direction of the boundaries, the echoes resounded from the direction of the river that crept through Sapient's territory. One fluid motion propped the axe upon his bonded shoulder and he set off. It was more of a march than a jog, but his weight just wouldn't allow for a brisk run through the land. He wasn't built for such things.

Coming upon the river, he tested again for the sounds and from whence they came. Upstream, he noted, and took up gait again. It wasn't long before the shadow of a soul with blades in her hands appeared in Shaamah's view. The soldier tasted the breeze for a scent of clarification, but all he grasped was Sapien and something slightly familiar. A pack mate, certainly. As he neared, however, there came a face, and then a name, to the soldier's mind.

Lithia.

The charcoal pelt with silver accents became more detailed as the hulking warrior came upon her, silently, as she carried on with her training. There was ferocity to her attacks, so much so that the veteran soldier took note of it. This Lithia had the makings of a warrior in herself as well, and that boded well in the soldiers thoughts. Someone else here that was able to defend themselves? A delight, though he'd never speak it. Not only this, but a female who valued a weapon with such a trained hand? There were few in Sapient's list who met that mark. Quiet, however, remained his motive as she worked. Eventually, she'd see him here, and then if she sought to be disrupted, she'd state so. There was nothing worse than being in the middle of your own war, working on your form and your fight, and being stolen from it with a foolish greeting.
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POSTED: Tue Sep 06, 2016 9:43 pm

(326) yassss

The opponent in her mind took many forms. First her mother, then her father, and then varying members of Anathema afterwards. But they didn’t remain the same for long. She imagined her mother’s moves – Axelle’s mix of hand-to-hand with swordplay – and dodged an imaginary kick, stumbled, rolled, and kicked one out herself, which was meant to stumble her opponent. When she was back on her feet again, she stared back at the yellow hues of her father, but what looked back at her was the twisted face of his alternative personality. Eztli lunged for her, and she jumped back, slashing her swords at outstretched black arms. When the swords went through them, they faded like smoke into the gray ones of Amorette. She glared back at Lithia, an ever-present smirk on the confident she-wolf’s face. Rage blinded Lithia at this moment, and it was a good thing that this was all made-up because she probably would have lost this fight. Lithia rushed forward and drove one of her swords right into Amorette’s heart, but when she looked up the she-wolf had sidestepped the lunge.

Lithia stared in awe and frustration, but at that point, she noticed a gray form that hung in the corner of her vision. She peered over her shoulder at him, and then back at her opponent – Amorette was gone.

Lithia straightened, sheathed her swords, and smoothed her straggly braided hair back while she caught her breath. She stretched the muscles in her arms as she turned around and met eyes with the different hues of a new comrade she had met only a few days before. A small smirk met her lips as she walked over to him.

”Enjoyed the show?” she asked, cocking her head slightly. She was still breathing rather heavily, but her heartrate was slowing. It no longer pounded so hard in her ears. ”Do you make up your own opponents too? Or is it just a me thing?”

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POSTED: Tue Sep 20, 2016 8:22 pm

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Her motions were precises, calculated and worked with a dexterous hand, but suddenly, all of her focus faded. It was clear on her features that she wasn't where she once was mentally, and perhaps the woman was venting her frustrations through training. Some might find that slinging your sword around while your angered, and calling it training was enough. Shaamah knew that this was not true, and Lithia might have felt the same way. As her focus dwindled, her attentions moved from mirages around her to the soldier that stood in audience of her ethereal battle.

A smile graced where fury had once been, and it seemed she dropped the guise of a warrior, or was it that the more civilized woman was the guise? Either way, Shaamah did not immediately answer her initial question, rather watched her bright eyes and black mask as she neared. He pondered the answers he might give her as his stoic expression was ever-present on his maw. Now, he never went to far as to envision the foes he sought to conquer in a training session, but there was a little thing in his family, a hiccup in their blue-blood line, that would make any denial of 'making up opponents' an outright lie. Shaamah, was certainly no liar and he would never expect to be, even over something so silly. His visions always came in a dire place, in a dire time, and every face became one in the same.

Of course, such visions were never in training,” At times,” The low hum of his tune replied to her second question first, letting his words linger for a moment before black lips parted again,” I do not enjoy much,” He began, his lexis trailing off, leaving behind only the gravel of his voice. The man he once was might have not been so inclined to compliment, or even go on for that matter. A great deal in him had changed,” You have a great deal of experience, first hand, in combat, it seems,” Until you lose track. He chose his words wisely, as most might take offense to anything that was more heavily based on criticism,” What had changed between the warrior you were, and the blind you had become near the end of your scrap?” The inquiry left his maw on a short note, the man expecting something of a reply from her. Of course, he could be grasping at straws, but if she chose to fill the Opus tier, which she could fill well, he wanted to know what it was that needed work. That was, if she was even interested in opening her mind to a higher process of training.
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POSTED: Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:45 pm

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Lithia felt a little naked, exposed before this seemingly seasoned warrior. His bodily scars were enough to prove that he had been through a lot. Lithia equated him to her mother, Axelle, who also had quite a few scars. Her mother had told her that the scars were a representation of hardship, and when you received one, it was to show everyone else that you made it and you pushed through. Lithia did not have any scars to show her triumph – none prominent anyway. None as prominent as her mother’s and certainly not as prominent as Shaamah’s.

To hear that he sometimes did the same when training alone made her feel a little better. Even though she couldn't possibly know whether he really did, she felt a little more in tune with him. She didn't feel like a complete strange person, fighting herself because she was too proud to ask anyone else. Or rather, she didn't know who else to ask, and yet, he was standing right in front of her.

”Thank you. It seemed the training my mother had drilled into my head hasn’t faded after all,” she observed, casting a glance over her shoulder at the field that she had just fought her imaginary battles in.

Lithia’s confidence sunk slightly, though, when she realized he had been paying a lot of attention to what she was doing out there. He sensed the shift of her emotions even from his view from the back. That was bad, and even though she knew never to do that in a real fight, she had fallen victim to her emotions before in other fights.

”Rage,” she answered simply. ”My mother always warned me against letting emotions get in the way of fights. If it were a real fight, I would have lost.” She wanted to let him know that she knew where her head was at. She knew many of these things, even if she did not follow them personally.

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POSTED: Tue Sep 27, 2016 6:36 pm

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Tzila had been wandering the grounds again, without paying much mind to where her feet lead her, as she usually did. It tended to get her in new and interesting places and situations, and today was no exception. Macula's wings flapping around her as he bobbed from tree to tree, following her as she wandered didn't mask the sound of fighting in the distance. Or at least, a one-sided fight, since she could hear the grunts of exertion and the whistling of a blade in the air, but no clashing of weapons.

She steered towards the noise in an easy pace, and a smile curved her lips as she smelled her sister in the faint breeze, and another Sapient. Macula seemed a bit put off by it, not overly fond of other luperci and fighting in general, the cowardly thing. So he perched on a high enough branch and settle down there, watching curiously as Tzila approached them. She could hear voices now, simple chatter.

By the time she rounded the overgrowth and could see the two, she simply leaned against a nearby trunk and smiled wider, waiting for a cue to step in. She knew her sister; she could see when she feeling uncomfortable about something, that slight widening of her eyes when she was caught in the act. Whatever said act was. "Greetings, Adcredo, sister. Hope I'm not interrupting too much?" She said lightly, letting her eyes linger just a little more over her sister than on Shaamah. She noticed Lithia's short sword, and the bone daggers by her hips suddenly felt a tiny bit heavier, as if begging to come out from their sheathes.
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So, it was familial training that had Lithia so well rounded, so well versed in the art of combat, or at least the act of a spar. While those bright eyes cast back to her battlefield of the mind, Shaamah's sights scrutinized her form. She appeared well muscled enough, and as she had been practicing out in the field, her motions were quick and precise, up until her little disrupt. The woman, compared to Shaamah, was more lean. Likely, more steadfast than Shaamah was able to be. Her clothing wasn't like the Spanish women that roamed about Sapient. Practical. Functional. Just enough to cover, without getting in the way of movement. Or so Shaamah though. He'd never worn a mini-skirt before, so he wasn't too terribly sure how much function was available with one on.

The answer to his question came as a simple reply and a reason thereafter. Rage. It was the common factor in a loss, and more often than not, in death during a fight that was for survival. At least she recognized it. Shaamah, on the other hand, didn't much differentiate a spar in comparison to a fight. If one was going to practice not dying, because that was exactly what honing one's abilities were for, one should practice that with a little more urgency toward survival. Shaamah, he knew, was different. These people couldn't be held to the same expectations. These people were not at war.

From what he had heard, however, Lithia was not from outward of Nova Scotia. Lithia was from a pack on the landmass, not terribly far from here. From the history of it all, perhaps she had seen a little more of war than many Sapien's had the chance to experience. The soldier had not yet a chance to offer himself, before the second of the pair had arrived on the scene. A voice in the background, familiar enough, caught dark harks and the man's attention turned on his foot. Gaze reached to the equally young Tzlia, in comparison to her sister. A quick glance of her own features outside of the bar, whence they had met, offered Shaamah a little more insight to the girl. Taller than her sibling, that was for sure. The amber-eyed woman didn't seemed to be as lean as Lithia, but that could be for show. Tzila wasn't out here training, after all.

Shaamah dipped his heavy crown at the Novus after her greeting, the man still not quiet at the point of saying 'good morning' or 'how are you'. Speech like that was still frivolity in his mind, and useless, as far as he was concerned. Greetings. It was simple and to the point. It worked for Tzila, but was still far too compassionate for Shaamah's taste,” You have not,” The Acredo offered to the gloomy pelted she-wolf,” I was merely about to inquire of our Scio,” He began, an inkling of an idea offered to Lithia.


“Would you care to test your metal against Sapient's Acredo?” He mused, his voice a low hum, but his features were a little more curious than his usual stoic nature. Mind, he did say metal, and it was clear that he was unarmed. Not only could she show him what she was made of, but she could redeem herself in her own mind from her little mistake. Of course, if rage was a weakness of hers, Shaamah was already primed to exploit it. If she was to fight at Sapient's aide, she'd have to learn that irritations and roused memories would do no good. If they were to spar today, then she might leave the grounds a very irritated woman, when complete. The brute wasn't worried about injuries, as far as he was concerned. The armor he bore was much more covering than his last. This would also be a perfect test of allegiance.

Should she have a darker intent in her eyes, combat would be the perfect moment to spot, and subdue,” Or have you worn yourself for the day?” It was not a taunt, or a tease, or a test. If he was going to spar with the woman, it would be best for both of them if she had the energy in reserve to do so. Heterochromic gaze returned to the newcomer and offered a rise of one brow,” If you are interested in keeping your sister company and honing your own skills, I would not mind the opportunity to spar with you both,” Two birds with one stone? If the taller woman was up for it, that is. Perhaps, they did not work in sync. Perhaps, they did. If Shaamah could meet his match in two fast, well-trained women, then he'd find his opportunity and work on his own methods.
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(306) I giggled at the thought of Shaamah with a miniskirt on LOL

”Hello, sis,” Lithia echoed, turning her gaze to her sister off to the side for a moment. Lithia had seen when the woman decided to show up, but she had not acknowledged her until she acknowledged them. Tzila could easily be the smoke on the wind just as Lithia was the shadow in the darkness.

Even by meeting the scarred warrior by her little training field, Lithia had never dreamed of sparring with him. Sure, maybe she had been taught by one of Anathema’s greatest warriors, but that didn’t mean she was anywhere near being great, too. Lithia was a little surprised to hear the request, and it took her a few seconds longer to respond to it.

On one paw, she could potentially embarrass herself. She would be beat by this scarred, seasoned warrior and potentially look like a fool out here. But then on the other, she had the chance to train with this man. This well-known fighter in Sapient. Maybe she would learn a thing or two that could help her in the future.

”Sure,” she responded, casting a glance to Tzila before resting her bright gaze on the scarred male. If anything, maybe she could even impress him. ”Maybe I could teach you a thing or two.” She smiled, knowing that was playful banter. The only thing she’d be able to teach him, a seasoned member of his tier, would be her weaknesses.

”At the same time?” Lithia asked, quirking an eyebrow. Wow, this guy was pretty confident of his skills, she thought. And then she wondered what Tzila's skills had been like. Was she practicing on her own, too, or had she let mother's teachings fade with time? She cast her gaze in Tzila’s direction, offering a devious smile, ”What’dya say, sis? Care to give Shaamah a run for his resources?”

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Tzila noticed the tiny delay in her sister's reply to the large warrior's offer, and she could guess what she was thinking. Lithia was a schemer more than a fighter, they both were. The sisters could hold their own, Axelle made sure of that, but to face off with one who devoted their lives to studying the art of combat was a different matter entirely. Still, Lithia accepted with some humor, and it made Tzila chuckle a bit.

But when the question landed now on her lap, she tapped a finger on her chin and hummed, half rolling her eyes in mock pondering. "Mmm, well..." And a matching devilish smile slowly curled on her lips. "I guess I can spare some time of my busy schedule for this." Her hands slipped down her sides to caress the hilt of her daggers, as she nearly strutted closer to pair. She knew chances were they were both going to end up eating the floor after Shaamah was done with them, so no reason to play the bravado here. But she wasn't going to be a sore loser about it either. "All work and no play..." She muttered, mostly to herself than to the others.

She walked right between them and settled closer to the middle of the clearing, yellow eyes bouncing from one to the other, expectant, waiting. Tzila made a point of saving a few hours every day to train and stay sharp, the lessons from both her mother and Nyx never dulling in her mind and body for it. She may have slipped a bit on her archery, but never with her daggers. If it was going to be enough for this situation, well, guess they were going to find out.
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POSTED: Sun Oct 30, 2016 12:46 pm

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It seemed Lithia had a little deliberation to do before she was prepared to answer Shaamah, which was good news in itself. The woman was either weighing her talents, skills or options, because it certainly didn't seem like she was disinterested in the idea, and that might lead to a better training opportunity for Shaamah, considering there was a great deal of thought put into it. It didn't take too terribly long, however, for Lithia's voice to pipe up in agreement, followed by a small jest that she didn't know actually had some merit behind it. If she was a well trained as she appeared before her little mishap in her own training, then she certainly could show him a trick or two, though he'd never tell a soul if she did.

At his second inquiry, Lithia's reaction came to be a little more serious than her previous jest, though the grin fell on her features again when she addressed her sibling about it. The soldier's eyes made their way to the taller of the two, settling on golden eyes as Tzila didn't seem too lost in thought about it. Their grins seemed to match, and where some folk might find a reason to waver in that, Shaamah wasn't so easily swayed. Tzila handled her daggers while still sheathed and made her way across the terrain with what was either misplaced confidence, or mocked confidence. Where this would be a lesson to tame Lithia's fury, he might think to take Tzila down a few notches as well.

With that, the soldier felt there was something needing to be spoken about the small match that was about to ensue,” Fight with honor, or I will not,” A lingering eye was left to the ex-Anathemans, a notation left that ensured the two of them that he didn't know a thing about Anathema's moral's or laws. Sapient tended to be a different kind of monster, one that was hidden more in wool in waiting. It wasn't beyond a Sapien to fight dirty, but Shaamah had his ways about himself. He wasn't for taking cheap shots, but if one wanted to offer a loosely moraled match, then he would be willing to provide it. Call it that strongest form of his adaptability. With that, he set pose with parted feet, slightly bent knees, straight back and arms at his sides, hands spread wide as if taunting for an attack to be made. While his posture seemed to dare, his features left a very different taste. Stern gaze moved between the two of them slowly. It didn't matter to him who was the first to strike, but it would give him certain information that he might need to give these sisters judgment. So far they seemed nothing to be concerned of to Sapient, but Shaamah wasn't such a trusting fellow.
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