Dreams Come a Size Too Big, so That We May Grow into Them

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POSTED: Tue Nov 15, 2016 1:09 am

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There had been many trips to the storage, to the training dummies that had been marred, and back to the storage, as Darkness did his best to try and decided what was the best course of action to take. He didn't dark lay a charcoal dipped hand on a single instrument until today, however. Today was the moment of deciding. With the weight of a blade in his hand, he lifted the metal and gazed down it's edge. Chipped and bitten with use, but still heavy enough to cause a great deal of damage. It was as acceptable as Darkness could figure. Any good quality blade would likely be injured with his uneducated swinging.

Taking a deep breath, he made his way out of the storage and out into the fort's heart. He didn't have a sheath to carry the weapon, and the way he held it in his hand made it known that he didn't know a damn thing about what he was doing. With the hilt gripped in one palm, and the blade facing the ground, angled backward, it was a sight to see. That single golden eye, however, held a determination within it that didn't much consider how he looked, or what it was he should be doing with it. If he could learn anything today, that was a step up from the day before. Any improvement, was improvement.

One dark foot-paw stepped into the training grounds, and sights set on the dummies that were perched their. The man couldn't help but linger for a moment. This seemed a bit big for him. The weapon, the pack, the souls that lived here and the land they claimed. He'd never been in the presence of something that seemed so grand. Even New Dawn didn't have this effect on him, though that could be blamed on the shock of such different cultures. A breath exhaled became his introduction to the ring, as he stepped fully into it and made his way to one of the dummies that stood. They seemed a great deal more imposing up close.

Molten amber peered into the inanimate thing, lifting his borrowed weapon and touching the surface of the thing. Almost as if poking it, to see if it was going to react. Of course, it didn't do much of anything, but Darkness stood before it, with sword in hand and the metal tip prodding the thing for a good minute, before he did anything else. He thought back to the stance that the stranger before had taken against the dummy. Sight moved from the dummy, to the blade, and back again while he decided if making a fool of himself was worth it or not. Of course it was. Improvement, right?

Taking a few steps back, he moved the blade in one hand and pitched the blade over one shoulder. It hung there for a moment while unchanging features of uncertainty remained static on the dummy. This wasn't going to be successful, and he knew it. He had to try, of course, but the outcome wasn't going to be any good. He swallowed, the ball of his throat protruding, and muscles coiled. Ready? Set... And-

The metal sailed through the air, guided by Darkness' unsteady hand. The dull edge struck the dummy and the shock of it traveled from the blade, to his hand, to his shoulder; the whole thing bounced off of the dummy and he recoiled. The sword flew back and rattled as it hit the ground. Darkness free hand moved up to his shoulder to squeeze where the pressure had bitten back the most as he stumbled back. A few heavy breaths later, and his golden eye reached over to the blade on the ground. With a sigh, he caught his breath, but his determination had fractured slightly. He didn't want to give up, he couldn't give up, but how was he going to do this?
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POSTED: Thu Nov 17, 2016 2:47 am

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It had been a while—a little over a month if she were honest with herself—since she had practiced with her sword, had done any sort of training actually. Her chest injury had prevented the swordsman from doing much else other than stretching exercises and light movement drills. The medics, Miwa, and then, later, Morty, had both highly advised against straining her injuries lest she cause more damage to herself. It had been a hard order for the Stryder to follow, and, so, after having waited as long as she had, she had had enough!

The Bracciante donned her tunic to cover up her scarred chest and snatched up her sword from the weapons rack in the sisters’ shared room. The weapon had actually been a communally owned one at one time, but, with how often she’d used it and had taken care of it, it had basically become her own. She exited the room, closed the door, and made her way up and out of the hallway before finally exiting the Courthouse. A hand rose up to shield her eyes as she stepped out into the daylight.

It took a second before her eyes adjusted, but, even before they had, the Stryder had been on the move. She knew the Fort like the back of her hand, and she was confident enough in her sixth sense to trust herself not to run into anyone. Her pace over to the training grounds was one that wasn’t hurried despite her eagerness to get back into routine. The yard wasn’t going anywhere, and she didn’t want to call attention to herself in case someone thought to tattle on her to Morty.

When the training area came in sight though, she found it already occupied, and the individual was not someone she recognized. It was a large male of obviously wolf heritage. His fur was an off-white color, tinged in dark grey at various points. Hair longer than her own cascaded down from his crown. The fluffy look was seen in other areas too; around his neck and on his arms. In one of his hands was a sword—one of the larger ones from the looks of it—but…was he really trying to use it like that?

She watched as the male poked the practice dummy before trying his hand at a tactless hack at it. His weapon went flying, and the dummy merely wobbled from the impact looking no worse for wear. Teagan gave a small sigh, her lips turning into a grimace. She hadn’t planned on training anyone her first day back from recovery, but, it appeared this individual was in dire need of some guidance before he hurt himself—or someone else for that matter.

Teagan picked up her pace a bit to cover the distance. She swooped down and effortlessly picked up the wayward weapon from where it had lain. Canary eyes sought out the stranger’s face, and, upon seeing the clouded eye, refocused so that she look him in his one good one. “Don’t keep your arm so stiff, and, you’ll have to hold the handle tighter next time so it won’t do that,” she informed him.

The Stryder readjusted her grip and held out the sword to the male, giving him the handle to grip. “You must be new to the pack.” Because I’ve never seen you here before. Remembering her manners and deciding to not start off their first impression of one another on the wrong foot, Teagan offered an introduction and a nod. “I’m Teagan Stryder, daughter of Luca and Lyris.”

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POSTED: Fri Nov 18, 2016 3:12 pm

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Footsteps had only grasped his attention once an alabaster hand gripped the hilt of the liberated weapon. Harks shivered before coming to attention, as a lone eye traveled up the woman's arm, and to her features. Pastel sun's reached to him, just the same, a shade and a hue lighter than that of his own, and her lips parted to address him. It was naive way, in which he nodded his head, but there was a great apprehension in him to return conversation, initially. It was clear he was a stronger man physically, especially now that he wasn't a bag of bones anymore, but it didn't quite transfer into his personality well.

There was a powerful way in which she offered the weapon in return to him, and he took it sheepishly, though his form lacked any decent submission. He was on unsure ground, and considering their culture and the fact that he didn't want to offend. It was hard not to, however, with him not having been present to civil niceties and etiquettes. Ink dipped hand reached for the hilt and took it from her grip. He attempted her advice, trying to teach his muscles in this form how to properly work to reach his new objective. Firm grip. Loose arm. The gears of his mind were whirling as he tightened his fist, and his arm coiled with it. He did this several times before her tune came from her maw again. Another quiet nod, the charcoal coated ends of his hair undulating with the motion. It would have done him a great deal of good to be more friendly in the neutral lands, as practice, but with Dusk at his side at the time, it was difficult not to be protective. She was all he had.

Finally, the woman offered her name, and it was then that Darkness recalled where he'd first seen her, and why he found might in her actions, and words. She was the one that had defended the Lune, before all others. Amber gaze reached into the metal of the blade before he lowered it, and returned his sight to Teagan Stryder,” Daerkniess... Hooshhoewl...” The words rung hollow and he blinked a bit before piping up again,” Son of... Laeddieous Hooshlaend ahnd Daene Nieghthoewl,” It been years since he'd even thought of those names. Of course, there was no great value to them to anyone else, and very little value to even to Darkness; they were dead. Should he mention his brother? Was he even alive? What of his mate? His children? No, he'd leave it at what he said. There was no reason to confuse the woman, and certainly no reason to put his short-comings over his daughter's heads.

Having spoken just a little, his apprehension was waning, though he kept his eye firmly on Teagan. Who knew if she would even understand him? There wasn't much he could do if she didn't, save for try to carry on in simple sentences so she could understand. Then again, the way he spoke truly wasn't that complex, if you ditch the accent. It was likely going to end up as embarrassment stacked higher than he was used to, being a previous solitary soul, but before there was no purpose to it. He didn't need more than Hartt in his life before the children, and they didn't care too much for bringing up his short-comings. They chose to breeze over them, sparing his already wounded pride. Pride. What even was that? Golden gaze reached to the hilt of the blade as he started working his muscles to adhere to her instruction. If he could get this weapon right, or any weapon right, then he was worth something, at least.
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POSTED: Fri Dec 09, 2016 5:03 pm

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The larger male looked almost…nervous? Embarrassed? Unsure? Whatever it was, he didn’t exactly display complete confidence as she offered him his sword back. Had this been his first time handling a blade? He seemed to consider her words for a moment, his hand and arm twisting to hold the weapon properly as if the whole concept had been foreign to him before her words of advice. It was interesting to watch, and more so as she considered the thought of the male perhaps not having come from a place of violence, or need or knowledge of such tools. It explained why he might have looked and held the weapon as he had.

He offered a simple nod to confirm her statement about his membership with the Cavaliers. He was new blood, which meant he was new to the pack’s ways of doing things. Even for being new though, he appeared to have a self-starting drive to him. Already trying to take up a weapon and learn? It was something Teagan could respect and appreciate.

When he gave his own introduction, her mismatched ears flickered at the strange accent he had to his words. Never before had she heard such a way of speaking. Milos and those of Krokar had a funny way of talking yes, but, this male—whose name sounded remarkably similar to the word “Darkness”—he was on a totally different level. His tongue twisted the consonance and vowels in strange ways, and added length to the words in others.

For a moment, she blinked as her brain tried to translate the mass of syllables that rolled off his tongue and were formed by his lips. When it all finally wove into something semi-coherent for the young Stryder, she nodded politely to him. “A pleasure to have you with us, Hooshowel.” She had no other way of knowing what the surname might have translated to, so, her only option was to mimic what he had said.

As his gaze turned onto his sword once more, Teagan’s canary eyes sought out the practice dummy that he’d tried to previously attack to no avail. She had planned to do some practice for herself, to get back into the shape she had been in before her unfortunate accident, but, seeing the Prova standing there, she cocked her jaw. Someone would have to teach him. Might as well be her.

Her sword sung as she withdrew it from its sheath at her side. Her eyes turned onto Darkness. “Do you want me to teach you?” Her first instinct had been to simply tell him how to stand, but, her manners had gotten the better of her. If she was going to do this, she’d have to do it right, and that meant not just forcing a lesson onto someone if they didn’t want it.

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POSTED: Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:38 pm

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Lone orb was left to his hands, and the blade, to keep himself from wearing too much worry on his features for his accent. There was a silence after he had spoken, and it was to be expected, but just as he expected the dagger of regret plunge into his stomach, Teagan's voice lifted in a reply. There was a small astonishment in his expression, and a breath relief ran over him as gratitude crept into his eyes. Crown turned away from the weapon and returned to Teagan, undivided, as harks flattened with her pronunciation,” Uh-... Saeme,” Usually being at a loss for words, he dipped his maw again and wanted to return her gesture of kind words, but clearly lacked in the social graces required to sound so eloquent.

The blade caught his attention again, as continued to mime in his small bit of instruction; How to hold it, loosening his arm. He mocked a strike at the straw man before him, though not offering contact with it. The position certainly felt much better in his arm, but he wouldn't be able to say for sure what progress was made until he'd hit his mark again. Before he could muster up what it took to wail on the hay dummy, the metallic hum of Teagan's blade caught him off guard. A quick twist of his head with perked ears found him staring at an impressive sight. Teagan Stryder, with a weapon in hand, seemed to be just that. A short glance of the woman up and down, and the man found himself taking a step away from the target. He didn't expect what was to come next.

“Taech-?”
An echo came from the more masculine voice, the strong draw of his tone revealing his surprise. A moment of processing ran through his mind before he gathered himself and clamped the awe of his maw shut, shaking the disbelief off,” Yies,” A strong nod came from the canine, the long strands that rant he length of his back undulating with the motion, while the locks that framed his face cascaded upon his chest. If it was one thing that Darkness could do, and well, was listen when he desired to be taught. His success wasn't not ensured, of course. When New Dawners had tried to teach him tracking, he'd done his best to no avail, but maybe this was different. With a new fire beneath him, he gripped the blade tightly in his hand and lifted it to his waist. That is, before loosening his arm to correct his wielding.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 02, 2017 4:40 am

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Sorry for the delay Dx

Darkness seemed like a quiet fellow, and every bit as awkward with conversation as she might have expected of a newcomer to the pack and one that appeared to have a different native tongue from the sounds of it too. The Prova tested his swordhand, though, did not actually strike the dummy. He seemed to be testing her advice, and his stance and swing had a noticeable improvement in comparison to his previous, unguided attempt. Perhaps, with time and training, he might wield the weapon with the expertise that her Uncle Callum or Alistair did.

As her sword was released from the safety of its sheath, the male’s lonesome eye fell upon it instantly. He made room between them and the unfortunate dummy after a quick glance over the Bracciante. It was good of him to react as he did, as it showed him to be attentive to danger even in friendly territory. He’d make a promising Cavalier yet.

Teagan nodded, humming positively to his parroted word. He seemed surprised that she’d be willing to teach him. How else was he to learn? Had no one ever offered him help before? She knew too little about the man to judge much more, and her arms-length approach to others meant that asking anything of it would have been a break in character.

In the end, he agreed to a lesson, and the Stryder gave him a small, approving smile. Darkness took up a stance, ready to begin.

She moved so that she stood on the side of his good eye, allowing him to absorb what it was she was to teach him. “Good,” she commented, nodding to this hold on his sword as she’d instructed him previously. She adjusted her feet and took up a limber stance. “Now, position your feet like mine; shoulder-length apart. You want to have a solid base from which to attack from, but, you want to be nimble too. Bend your knees a bit so you aren’t so rigid.”

Her canary eyes looked him over. “Since that looks to be your dominate hand—” She began, gesturing to his swordhand. “—Put that foot forward. This will be your leading foot.” She dropped her stance, sheathed her sword, and moved towards Darkness. “I’m going to push you. If done right, you should sway, but your stance should not break. If you have to regain your balance or if you fall over, you’re too stiff.”

Without any further warning, she reached out to shove the larger male from his shoulder.

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