Beauty is power; a smile is its sword


POSTED: Tue Feb 12, 2019 9:37 pm

Evening came and he was a little disappointed in the fact that Honrin and he hadn't found the perfect weapon for him, yet. He wanted something big, and mighty, but Honrin didn't have anything like that which he could use, or practice with. Going off to the storage, he found a few swords, which seemed to fit, but they were small and he'd lie if he said he wasn't being finicky. A knife, a sword and a bow were all that came to him as usable, but neither one of them really struck him as the perfect thing.

It was the vision of Howland and his huge staff that brought an idea into his mind. A small blade on the end of a long stick seemed like a mighty weapon, but what if he could swap those two around? A large blade on a short stick. A huge sword. As big as him! His heart fluttered at the notion, and to the Denali-Wolfe camp he went to the only man he knew would be able to give him something like that and likely take just as much delight in it as well. The visions of how grand a Brotherhood Knight he would be if he managed to master such a weapon as that!

“Tieeemooo,” Pushok's head popped out of the brush as he tip toed into the camp, looking around for the man that was pretty much their Grandfather. While he wasn't as strict as Jace seemed to be, he knew that the man might take a liking to the idea he had in mind,” Tiemooo, ahre yeu hiere teudaey?” Standing in the center of camp, he turned about to find the man who always seemed to be working on one thing or another, with his heart bursting. He couldn't wait to ask him what he had in store for his weapon.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 22, 2019 4:05 pm

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When he heard his name being called, the old dog poked his head out the door of the wetu that he was in and glanced around until he spotted the body that matched the voice. As usual, due to the rarity of happening, he was somewhat surprised that someone was actually looking for him. Most of the time, Honrin, Jace, or any one of the other denizens of the camp were the usual recipients of any company that happened to wander into the compound for whatever reason.

The rest of his body followed his head out the door and into the compound, Yes, Pushok, I am here today, The elder answered the query that had lured him out of the building. It was obvious to Temo that his young visitor had something on his mind and was totally excited about it. What he could not tell was what it was that had Pushok excited nor could he see how it would involve him.

Whenever someone did come around looking for him, it would make the black dog happy to know that he was needed at least once in a while. Temo smiled as he asked the young man, What brings you here today?

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POSTED: Tue Apr 23, 2019 2:35 am

The Wetu! He should have known to check it first!

Temo popped his head out of the shadow cast by the Wetu through it's entry, and Pushok hopped in excitement,” Tiemooo!” He chirped enthusiastically as he skipped on new legs to the Honored Elder as the graying male came into the warmth of the late winter sun. Jittering with the enthralling idea of what was to be, Pushok couldn't hold his tongue when Temo finally asked what brought him here.

“Tiemo! Cahn yeu mahke mie a'swoard?” Stepping back a few paces,” I wan' it maed ov woed, 'n a graet swoard, like dhis!” Stretching his arms as wide as he could, he looked between them before bihued eyes found Temo again. It was an exaggeration to say the least, but in Pushok's excitement for finding a great sword his size, he wasn't so much interested in what exactly was best for his size.

“Cahn yeu deu dhat, huh, Tiemo?” He barked, eyes suddenly wide and ears drooped, hoping the same tricks worked for him now that worked when he was younger,” Oh, oh!” Almost as he if was going to run of the other direction, he took a couple of fast steps away before turning around,” I cahn giet yeu soehmthieng! A bihrd? Oh! I cahn giet die woed feur it!” A sudden realization hit him before he lunged back to Temo's side,” Deu yeu nied mieser-,” Stumbling over what to say, his hands gestured for him,” Die size, die mieseirs?” His attempt was clearly a rough hack at the word 'measurements', but his second language being the common tongue, it was hard to say or think of the right words.

He'd suddenly realized that he'd not give Temo any sort of incite as to where he was coming from. Even as his body vibrated with the joy of honing his own blade, without the worry of his father picking at the safety of it, he still needed to give Temo some sort of information as to where he'd achieved the idea,” Hoenrien toeld me aboeut Graet Swoard ahnd liet me hoeld ohne ihn die pack stieuff. Cahn yeu maek ohne?” Fingers claps together as he almost begged Temo for a bit of his time, willing to do anything to get the sword of his dreams and make his father proud.

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