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POSTED: Sat Oct 27, 2012 10:55 pm

like a lotus blossom soft and palm

It had been a few weeks since her return from Freetown, and Shiloh had finally gotten around to giving everyone their gifts and settling her own prize, the medicine hat gelding, in the stables with the other equines brought back from the trip. She was glad to have contributed something to the pack, even though she’d accidentally skipped out on a lot of the repairs as a result of the trading journey. She knew that the addition of the adult horses and the little wooden cart would help with anything left, though Shiloh also decided to let herself focus on things besides mending after the storm.

The white-furred woman woke with the dawn, nudging Muddy gently away; the smoky tortoiseshell spilled onto the blankets and stretched luxuriously, flashing her pale ginger throat. Shiloh donned her summer dress, though the wool would be warmer; this one provided her with a lot more flexibility. She fingered the cat charm sitting high on her chest, giving herself a cursory glance in her large mirror before stepping quickly through her little grassy house, pausing at the doorway to grab the thick wooden staff.

She swung the door open to a brisk but bright morning, delighting at the shiver that passed through her and the promise that the sun would warm the earth a little later in the day. Muddy slid past her, kinking her tail around her canine companion’s ankles before vanishing into the foliage behind the house to hunt breakfast, while Shiloh set off on a path with the staff clasped firmly in her hand.

The journey to the other side of the village warmed her up slightly, and a fire sparkled in her cerulean eyes as she trotted the last hundred yards toward her nephew’s house. “Temeraire!” she called, her voice sharp and rousing, as she came to a halt before his front door and gripped the staff with both hands. She had to grin.

The Hollr had been delighted when her dark-furred nephew had asked for his particular goods from Freetown, though she tried to hide how touched she was that he’d think of her in wanting a fighting staff, too. She’d been glad to return with that and his exquisitely crafted dagger, too, and she’d done her best to show him a few beginner’s tips when she first returned with the wooden weapon. She was ready for more robust training today, though—both to help the young Stormbringer in his skill and to polish her own after disuse.

uhh I think I said I was gonna start this, anyway ;_; sorry for random post out of nowhere <33 please hit me if I need to change anything at all, seriously, I assumed a lot D: ; 418 words

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POSTED: Wed Oct 31, 2012 11:59 am

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Teme Optime is by Alaine!

The slumbering form of the Stormbringer male was perhaps rather comical, had anyone access to his bedroom at the moment. Diagonally spread across his bed with various furs and cloth draped onto over the bottom of his back and tail where he lay on his front. His arms were thrown out wildly, one over his head and the other hanging over the edge of the bed. His head was on a weird angle, scruffy hair thrown all around his face. And the snore that rumbled from him made it seem as though a wild beast had tossed him around his room and was currently hiding under the bed, waiting for its next move. It was commonly known that, while his father was an early riser, Temeraire did not take this trait and enjoyed his sleep. He didn't feel the need to wake up at the crack of dawn and purposefully hung a fur over the small window in his bedroom. He didn't need to be up.

His name, barked from outside his front door, however, seemed to act as a current through the boy. His body jerked before his mind fully awoke and he tumbled, his body hitting the floor. He gave a yelp as his tail was caught beneath him and he dragged it out from under him, a scowl on his lips. It wasn't broken, but it was sore. Taking a deep breath, the boy hauled himself off the floor, blue eyes groggy and blinking rapidly to try and get the fuzz to move. There was someone at his door and he had no idea who it was. He was only aware of being woken and it hadn't put him in the best mood.

Wrenching open his door with speed, he was about to let whoever it was out there know that disturbing his beauty sleep wasn't tolerated, before the bright white and honey blond combination caused his opened mouth to snap shut. He had more respect for his Aunt since she'd brought his gifts back from Freetown and even in his grump he knew it wouldn't help him to shout at her. "Aunt Shiloh... what brings you to my door so... early?" He questioned, unable to keep the intonation from his voice. It wasn't particularly early for most, but he found it offensive to be awake at such a time.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 05, 2012 9:32 am

-- Ohai Honey pretend I don't suck!


Shiloh is by me!

The female heard a thump from within the house, as well as a yelp, and she laughed softly, muffling the sound behind a slender white hand. She had good enough of an imagination (and enough experience with some lazy brothers) to guess at what had happened in the moment she called out to her nephew. There was no pity in her, however, and she kept a straight face even as the growing dark-furred boy jerked open the door. Apparently groggy and grouchy but not rude (as if she’d ever let him get away with that), Temeraire demanded to know what she was doing at his door at such an hour.

In answer, Shiloh transferred her staff to her other hand and tapped him lightly on the shoulder with it. Get your staff; we’re going to train. She drew herself up slightly and adopted the tone of a wizened elder, adding: You never know when you’ll need to fight, young one. Our enemies could attack us just before dawn, and you must be ready. It was sound enough advice, even delivered as a parody line, and she wordlessly turned around again, dress and tail sweeping behind her.

Come on, she added over her shoulder, blue eyes twinkling, and trotted a ways away from the house to a larger, clearer area for them to spar.

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POSTED: Tue Nov 06, 2012 3:10 pm

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Teme Optime is by Alaine!

The fast movement of the staff from one hand to another was only just noted through blurred blue eyes. He would have wished to rub his fists in each eye, wiping away the sleepy dust and tiredness so that he could be a little more alert. There was a reservation in him though, a streak of pride that refused to show his want to go back to bed. Shiloh wouldn't look on him too highly if he'd given in to the desire to open his jaws, yawn and spend a little while waking up once more. The rap to his shoulder with the staff clearing told him that she expected him to be alert and ready to go.

Her words concurred this and he gave a groan, the smile touching his face telling his aunt that he wasn't being serious. Of course, the boy couldn't help the snort of derision and amusement at his aunt's attempts at giving him some advice. "I get it, I get it! And anyway, our enemies will quake with fear when confronted with me, no matter what time it is." He retorted, moving back to his room. He took a moment to stretch, spine-cracking and groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He felt a bit better as he reached for his staff, swinging it up, behind his head and across his shoulders, hands resting over the wood and keeping it in place.

His aunt's call caused another snicker from the male, but he quickened his pace and exited his house to see her moving away. For just a moment, blue eyes were drawn to the sway of her hips before the action startled him and he turned to close his door. Eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he pushed it away. He was going for a spar and he needed to get his head in the right place. Having removed the staff from his shoulders to close his door, the male gripped the middle loosely, jogging towards his aunt to catch up with her. "Where're we going?" He asked, coming up to stand beside his aunt, his usual crooked grin in place.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:23 pm

333 Sucks having a hot aunt, don't it, Teme? And I like playing sarcastic Shiloh, she really doesn't drop her mask around most others. xD


Shiloh is by me!

The boy snorted at her wise little gem and remarked that any enemies would fear him, while stretching and popping and otherwise preparing his body for anything other than snoozing. Quick and sharp as a whip, Shiloh grinned at him. They'll certainly fear that bedhead, she said, and might have reached out to ruffle his sleep-tousled black hair. She let her gaze do that for her as she meandered off, waiting for him to retrieve his weapon. He at least seemed eager for the training, which made her happier than she'd dare let on; it was strange to be a part of her nephew's life and actually be valued, too. She wondered if Gideon had done anything for him in the short time he'd been here, but pushed thoughts of her shadowy brother out of her mind, not wanting regret to make her mind sloppy.

Temeraire reached her side and asked where they were going, and the blonde woman smiled back at him. Miles away, she said without inflection, eyes landing back on the path ahead. We need to cross a few swamps, overcome a few trials, and then reach the top of a mountain where I was trained. She stopped then tapped the ground with her staff, glancing around the larger space where they wouldn't bump into a house or anything else. Or here works.

She stepped away from him quickly and gracefully, dropping into an easy stance and gripping her staff, hoping he'd take her cue and do the same. She'd shown him the basics of holding it and balancing its weight already, and was sure he knew how to strike various parts of the body as any child with a stick might. She wanted to move away from the violent, instinctual flurries today, however, and focus more on the delicate strikes she favored.

Quiz first, Shiloh stated, and her posture loosened lightly. What are some key points to strike with your staff?

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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:36 pm

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Teme Optime is by Alaine!

His aunt's quick remark caused a scowl from the boy, although his usually crooked grin wasn't far behind. His own experiences teasing most others around him had hardened him to the quips of others and as such, he brushed it aside. It didn't stop him from replying though, blue eyes narrowing and nose crunching up as if he smelt something bad. "I suppose you think your bad breath is going to stop our enemies in their tracks?" He questioned, moving swiftly out of the way to avoid a tap from her staff. Still, he was willing to follow her and moved away from his door, trying to shake himself into some sense of ready to participate in this spar. He couldn't help the snort as Shiloh began to speak.

Unfortunately, he wasn't gullible and shook his head softly, a rumbling laugh echoing in his chest at her visual picture. He quite liked the fact that his aunt wasn't so serious- in fact most of his family knew how to have a laugh and tease the other. It was one of the things he loved about them. Still, his attention was taken as she announced that they would practise here. As Shiloh relaxed into her own stance, Temeraire followed suit, the staff held firmly but not too tightly in his grip, his dominant foot forward and staff held diagonally across his body. He figured they would just go at each other, but his aunt's tinkling voice caused him to stop.

Where was he could to hit? Well, that was a question. His brows furrowed slightly for a moment and considered his answer. If he were to hit anyone, it would probably be the head or the stomach area. So he supposed that was what he would tell her. "I'd got for the stomach and sides, winding my opponent. Or for the head, to try and incapacitate them." He was probably wrong, but he could at least give her an answer.

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POSTED: Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:42 pm

340 *beats Teme*


Shiloh is by me!

The dark boy cheekily made a remark of his own about her breath, and she let out an offended snort though she let it slide. While vain, she wasn’t so hoity-toity anymore that she’d fly off the handle for a joke, and it was in good fun considering what she’d told him. I’m emulating a dragon, she said, but didn’t bother to make more jokes about it, clamping them behind an amused smile. Indeed, any enemy of Vinátta should fear wild-maned Temeraire and poison-breathing Shiloh!

She was glad that her would-be cryptic words amused him; she wanted to be a good aunt, and humor would only help him to like her better, lame as it was. She hoped she was doing well enough, at least; it was difficult with a half-grown boy who hadn’t known her for most of his life, and hadn’t really known a mother either.

Having the staff fighting to bond over with helped. She stood lightly as he thought over his answer, and she smiled at the response, one of the more instinctual ones. It was good sense to beat someone over the skull or in the gut with a staff. Both good places to hit, she conceded. I’ve got a couple of new one for you.

Here she lashed out and tapped him lightly but smartly on the hand, not enough to really hurt but for a brief sting. Hands, she said, and then dropped the weapon down to his toes, not so harshly. And feet.

She stepped back then, returning to her original posture. And probably the groin, she added with a wicked smile. But the little things can be important. If your opponent can’t grip their weapon or stand properly, you’re closer to victory. They also might not guard their hands and feet as well as they do their head or abdomen.

She tossed her blonde hair over one shoulder. With that in mind, she concluded, we can go ahead and spar. For once she remained still, letting him make the first attack.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 10, 2012 12:29 pm

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Teme Optime is by Alaine!

His aunt's response caused a snicker from the boy, a grin that was far more genuine than his usual crooked smile. He liked his aunt- she was down to earth despite her pride in her appearance that would usually mean a prissy, stuck up character. He found Shiloh to be sharp witted, unafraid to insult and be insulted. He had also noticed that her polite demeanour dropped a little when she was around him, possibly all family. It was endearing, to know that she felt comfortable enough to be a little rude. Still chuckling softly to himself, the male listened as Shiloh agreed with his choice of targets.

He didn't see her quick staff moving before the rap on the knuckles stung him. She verbally confirmed that hands were a good place t aim for, her staff dropping down to tap his feet as she spoke on these also. The sting to his knuckles had caused him to recoil slightly and he lifted first one foot, then the other (too late) as if to avoid her tap. His aunt's wicked grin, accompanied by her words, caused him to flinch softly. He'd hurt himself in the groin a fair few times- a misplaced hand on a treebranch had caused him to drop, his legs forking on a branch. It had hurt, there was no doubt in his mind about that. She followed up by saying that it could be equally important to target smaller areas than large ones. At that, she invited him to start, settling back into a sparring stance.

She didn't make a move, so he assumed he would start. With her lessons in mind, the male made to strike forward, the more bulbous end of his staff moving to rap her across the knuckles. Hopefully, she expected him to make a move he was more familiar with and not what she'd just taught him only moments ago.

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POSTED: Wed Nov 21, 2012 7:05 pm

-- Shortpost sparring timmee!

The blonde woman allowed herself the faintest of vain smiles when the dark-furred boy hopped back and forth to nurse his various hurts and avoid further attacks. She was quick to put it away again, though; she wasn’t a sadist even if she was glad she was teaching the wild child a lesson. Others surely would give him lessons on tooth and claw and arrow and dagger, but Shiloh had the staff, and she was glad to have done her part to teach her nephew how to defend himself against the world.

Temeraire’s weapon shot forward, but Shiloh knew it was hard to resist the urge to try out new tricks right away. She intercepted his staff with her own and grinned toothily. Try not to be entirely transparent, she said, and while her staff leaned against his, she flicked the end down to drop on his dark-toed foot.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 22, 2012 3:04 pm

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Teme Optime is by Alaine!

Clearly his Aunt understood that he would want to try these new ideas out just after he'd learnt them. However, there was a reservation in the boy- his own instinct would be to go for the head or stomach, but the thought of striking the cream woman in either of these places froze his hand. What if he hurt her? What if his own momentum hadn't been able to be contained and he'd actually hit her far harder than intended? At least with arms and legs it wouldn't be as bad, but the stomach was soft and vulnerable and the head was a tricky area in general.

His attack, however, was short lived as she intercepted his attack, the thwack of wood on wood ringing in his ears. Her comment earned a crooked grin, but no verbal come-back as her staff dropped to rap on his toes. It smarted but it wasn't a blow that would have him hopping from foot to foot in pain. He winced, his foot automatically moving back. He flexed the muscles, trying to alleviate the pain quickly as his staff came up, jabbing quickly to strike his aunt's right arm.

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