Your subtleties, they strangle me

Teme

POSTED: Thu Jul 25, 2013 12:49 pm

Arrows lay scattered on the ground, none having actually managed to penetrate anything or remotely land near the tree trunk that he had been aiming at. Sighing, the agouti hybrid made his way across his claimed practice space for the day, plucking up arrows and sliding them back into the quiver that hung across his back. You'd think with all the practice he put in that he would be getting better, not worse; then again he didn't really have a set teacher to correct the bad habits he was forming, predominantly self taught as he was. Sure he'd had a few lessons of strangers when he started out, but nothing recently and the lack of improvement left him both embarrassed and unable to approach any fellow clan members to ask for help.

Asking for help in his sisters pack over something he should be getting better at already was plain humiliating. That and the fact he may have been boasting about his skills to Dart, making them seem better then he actually was made such impossible, for nothing good would come out of that embellishment being revealed. Dart had always appeared to be like a god to the Moineau, finding everything easy and perfect at anything he tried to do; but Dart didn't know anything about Archery, as far as the hybrid was aware, which allowed the skill to be his alone for once.

With the last arrow picked up, he moved back and fumbled pulling an arrow out of the quiver, a growl ripping from his throat as he barely resisted the urge of throw bow and arrow alike on the ground.

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POSTED: Fri Jul 26, 2013 11:43 am

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It seemed that something was drawing the Squire away from the Court at the moment, but he suspected it had more to do with the relative silent treatment he was getting from Lena once more. He was trying his best to let it wash over his head but he could feel the frustration beginning to tense his muscles when he returned home or when he got a sour faced look from the girl. He couldn't win with her it seemed and for the moment at least, he had better things to be thinking of. He wanted to become an Archer in the pack and he knew perfectly well that his skills were getting better daily. He could hunt fairly well with his bow and arrow and the more he practised the better his aim became and there was more power behind the arrows heading towards the target. Improving his skills had certainly become and bit of an obsession at the moment with the male and as ever, he had his bow strapped across his back as he moved through the forest.

He might have thought he was imagining things when the familiar swish and twang of another bow, followed more often than not by a clatter or a rough thud. To him it sounded like target practise, but he couldn't be certain. Knowing how self-conscious some could get when practising something they weren't particularly good at, Temeraire remained hidden and downwind for a moment as he moved closer. Blue eyes caught sight of a large curly haired Luperci, a pack scent clinging to his body, attempting to hit at a treestump with a bow and arrow as he'd suspected. His aim seemed poor, or perhaps it was his posture. The dark male couldn't be certain, but whatever it was he was doing wrong it was consistently wrong. His arrows clattered all over the clearing and the arrogant male bit his tongue to stop himself from laughing at the other man's attempts. He clearly needed a bit of help.

He heard a frustrated growl as he circled back around to be to the side of the male he'd watched just moments before. Making sure to create a little bit of noise now that he wanted to be seen, Temeraire stepped out into the clearing, blue eyes taking in the scene more fully now that he wasn't hiding in a bush like a creep. "You look like you're having fun." He commented dryly, but a quick grin slipping across his lips revealed the light hearted taunt that his words had hinted at.

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POSTED: Fri Aug 02, 2013 11:44 am

Sharply his head twisted, yellow eyes pinning on the black figure that emerged and then spoke sarcasm. Apparently it wasn't as funny when dry words were used against him. Shoving the arrow within his grip into the quiver he straightened himself out, intending to use his height as an intimidation factor but then noticed, the male was roughly the same height as him, which was new, considering he typically spent his time around shorter coyotes. “The pinnacle of fun, this is” he responded just as dryly, lifting an eyebrow over at the black pelted male in irritation, sliding the bow across his chest, wanting his hands free. The weapon was useless in his hands anyway.

“What do you want brat? I got better things then ta listen ta ya insults, so unless it's important, scram” with his hand he gestured for the male to move along, not caring for his manners given that the other taunted him first. Levelly he stared at the male, waiting to see how the other would respond to the somewhat harshly spoken words. Under other circumstances he would have been much more welcoming to a healthy distraction, but his mood was sour and his failure at the practice wasn't helping his dark mood any.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:56 am

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The sarcastic response from the golden-eyed male caused a snort of amusement from the dark Courtier, who could understand the frustration that seemed obvious to him. He'd spent so many hours when he'd first been given his bow by his father just trying to figure out how to string it and the strength needed to pull the string back once that was done. Then there was trying to juggle the arrows and after that, trying to aim and shoot. It was a complicated process there was no denying and it had taken dedication and no small amount of instruction from others for him to eventually shoot straight. His grin grew wider, when the other lashed out at him. He definitely did have more important things to be doing, like shooting straight. "Well, I was gonna help you out, give you some tips or something..." He offered, before giving a rough shrug of his shoulder and a tilt of his head.

"But I mean, if you don't want my help, I'll 'scram'." He offered, before lifting his bow from his chest and knocking a quick arrow into it. Pulling the string back with confidence, elbow up by his eye and stance relaxed, he loosed the string and watched the arrow fly with its usual confidence. It thudded into the trunk squarely, embedded into the wood and still wobbling when he loosed another, hitting just inches above the first. He was most definitely a show off, even if he didn't do it too often and after a third arrow had hit another few inches above the second, presenting a nicely straight line, he glanced back at the male with a cock-sure grin on his lips. "I'm Temeriare, by the way." He introduced himself, swinging the bow briefly behind his neck and holding it there with both paws, waiting for an answer from the male.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 24, 2013 9:40 am

Words formed at the tip of his tongue, no particularly pleasant given his sour mood, his jaw snapping shut only when the black pelted male knocked an arrow and shot it into the trunk that he'd managed to endlessly miss all morning. Scrunching his face up, a few ideas of taking his irritation out on the smug male occurred to him, although were dismissed as quickly as they popped into his head, although as another two arrows struck the tree, the hybrid was quick to re-evaluate the pros and cons of taking a shot at the males face. It was oh so tempting, the only thing stopping him was his sisters wrath if she found out he'd picked a fight over something so petty.

Shrugging his shoulders back a little, he stared at the black male for a moment before lightly shaking his head. “Cocky little shite, where'd you learn to shoot like that and what's to gain in offering a complete strange help?” it just seemed too good to be true, for he carried nothing of worth with him but himself and the other wasn't exactly the nice, do-gooder type, judging from the impression the agouti had of the stranger so far. Still, as much as it would hurt his pride he did need help and the other at least seemed to know what he was doing with a bow.

“I'm Brumaire Moineau” he added reluctantly, waiting to hear the males reasons for offering assistance before he made any further decisions on the situation.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:24 pm

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The male he'd encountered seemed for a moment as though he might chase him off or otherwise tell him truly where to shove it. Temeraire wouldn't blame him of course, his manner of approach was always over-confident and others didn't often like to be told that they could be helped. Perhaps the other simply wished to struggle through until he lucked upon the right technique to shooting arrows, he might never know. His arrows went flying and whatever the dark agouti male might have said to him was lost in the near perfect line of arrows now quivering in the trunk. It was a trick he'd learnt when he'd spent hours practising his aim, because there had certainly been times that while his arrows had flown straight, they hadn't flown accurately. Blue eyes sliced briefly over to the other and noticed his stare before words came from his new acquaintance and another crooked grin lifted his lips. "My father and cousin taught me the basics, but practise and hunting mostly." He answered with a shrug that belied his previous display of accuracy.

His introduction seemed to have done the trick, for the male responded in kind and gave his name. Unlike his father, who would have given the pleasantry eagerly, the dark boy did not offer any 'pleasure to meet you' words, because he simply didn't know whether it was a true statement yet. "Knock an arrow and take aim." The male instructed, hoping to see how the male did so and his posture after he'd done it. Often an arm was too lazy or too taut, shoulders a little slack or elbow not high enough. He stepped back slightly to give the agouti male some room, ready to correct anything that might have been wrong in the others stance.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 04, 2013 9:25 am

Tensing the muscles along his jaw he stared at the black pelted male for a few more seconds. It peeved him off to no ends to not only be mocked, but then have a kid show of in front of him and offer him assistance; not only that, the brat seemed adamant not to elaborate what exactly he had to gain from helping a complete stranger that only added to the Signiferi's frustrations and caution. Again and again he formed a mental image of Vespers ice-queen angry face which did the trick in curbing his wounded pride; whilst there was no way of him knowing how Vesper would react to him stirring up trouble over petty stuff, if she'd react at all, just picturing that pale face looking angry at him washed away all desires to kick up a fuss and turn him into an obedient pup again.

Half-folded ears pinned back at the order, lips tugging back in a silent show of teeth that emphasised the scar that crossed his muzzle, cutting into the right side of his lip permanently; a small disfigurement that was always fun to lie about how he had gotten it, the truth only known to him really. Glaring at the male he breathed out heavily, rolling his shoulders and doing as he had been instructed, all the while making a point to emphasise just how unimpressed and irritated he was growing with the others form of conduct. Thankfully he wasn't dumb enough to look a gift horse in the mouth and once more the thought of 'Vespers angry face' had him taking up aim, breathing growing more relaxed as he pushed aside his agitation towards the stranger and concentrated on archery, which was what he'd been doing before he picked up an insufferable audience.

At the edges of his vision he watched the male, a stray thought comparing the black stranger to Nathaniel for a moment, for both males had an uncanny knack of setting his near non-existent temper into over drive. Aside from that small point the similarities ended; where Nathaniel was a red head with legs to die for, this male had more notable muscle and lacked any interesting colour upon him, aside from his eyes and a few white splodges here and there.

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