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- Skye Collins - 07-13-2012 [html] foredated to after he gets back from the trade journey? :O She wasn't quite sure what she had done wrong. While she loved her children equally, they had turned out with worlds of differences - Erzulie like her father, willing to get down and dirty, but not overly so; and she, at least, knew how to protect herself. Robert, on the other hand... perhaps she had indulged his love of books too much. He despised all forms of fighting - but today, she decided firmly, that was going to change. She had nothing on except her usual belt with her own dagger tucked in - in her hand, however, was another dagger. Erzulie had a larger build, slightly pudgy, even, so she did not possess Skye's speed, agility, or ability to dodge with her slim frame. Robert, on the other hand, was just the right build for the art of the dagger. She stood in front of her own house, where she knew that Robert would be in, reading some books or something. She knew that if any other had approached him with the intent to fight, he would have scoffed and turned away, but that he could not refuse his own mother and leader. She did not knock on the door, but simply called his name out - "Robert! Come here!" she barked sharply. He was her son, yes, but he had to learn how to defend himself and, if it came to it, his pack. .freebjuly16 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e6d4bf; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #514332; } .freebjuly16 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly16 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#d6ac69; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly16a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796246; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#59452d; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ - Robert Frost Collins - 07-14-2012 [html] (308) Yepyep! And what is it with women and trying to make Robert into a manly man? xD Poor boy.[/html] - Skye Collins - 07-14-2012 [html] poor robert xD She was pleased at how fast he had come to the door - although he was not her strongest or most motivated offspring, he was still loyal and willing to help, which were wonderful virtues in of themselves. However, he still needed to know how to fight - there was no getting around that. Without a word, she handed him the knife, the handle pointing towards him. As she waited for him to take it - she was sure that he might simply stand there in shock for a moment before doing so - she began to explain to him the reasoning for her being there; "I know you don't like it," she said, "but you need to learn to fight, and to defend yourself. There is no way around that." She spoke the truth - although he was usually within the pack, reading or otherwise doing minor chores, he could not always have the pack protect him, even if he and his mother wished otherwise. One day he may be attacked, and without any wit about him, he would not last long. "Some rely on brute strength to win," she said, slowly making her way to the forest, pausing so that Robert would follow. "Others - myself included - use a little wit to win their battles. Wit, speed, agility, and resourcefulness - if you find yourself overpowered in a fight, those are the things you need to be able to rely on to win." She then turned towards him, her eye on him, waiting for him to speak. .freebjuly16 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e6d4bf; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #514332; } .freebjuly16 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly16 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#d6ac69; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly16a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796246; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#59452d; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ - Robert Frost Collins - 07-14-2012 [html] [/html] - Skye Collins - 07-14-2012 [html] "Good," she said, pleased with his answer. She looked down at his hand, and the knife; he was holding it awkwardly, almost like one would hold a pencil. She shook her head, approaching him and showing him her own knife, which she had expertly gripped in her hand, ready for any maneuver. She then moved her hands towards his, attempting to mold his hand over the knife like hers was - it would be much, much easier for him to fight when he wasn't holding the knife like it carried a disease. She then stepped back, turning to the side so that she was facing the forest. "Obviously, the most common thing you can do with a knife is this --" She stepped forward, flashing out her hand and knife so that it was a metallic blur in the air, stabbing an invisible foe. As fast as she had jabbed, she pulled it back again. She then looked at Robert. "An enemy will see that coming a mile away," she said, "but let's just see how you do it." She then stepped back, allowing room for her son to make an attempt at stabbing with the knife. .freebjuly16 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e6d4bf; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #514332; } .freebjuly16 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly16 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#d6ac69; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly16a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796246; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#59452d; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ - Robert Frost Collins - 07-16-2012 [html] (309)[/html] - Skye Collins - 07-22-2012 [html] "Everyone starts somewhere," the female commented after seeing Robert's attempt at swinging the knife. She remembered how she, herself, was clumsy with the weapon when she was younger - months of practice and perfection, however, had left her quite capable. "Don't think of the knife as something you are holding - think of it as an extension of your arm, think of it like your own hand." She swiped the air with her own knife, more slowly this time, so Robert could see what she was doing. She made sure to exaggerate the movements, to ensure that her son could see that her center of gravity was always in balance. She bent her knees more so than when she stood, spreading out her legs, her body tensed - keeping her balance, but also able to move in any direction at a moment's notice. .freebjuly16 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e6d4bf; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #514332; } .freebjuly16 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly16 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#d6ac69; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly16a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796246; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#59452d; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ - Robert Frost Collins - 07-28-2012 [html] /loves short posts x3[/html] - Skye Collins - 07-29-2012 [html] She could tell that her son was discouraged from his quiet demeanor - she knew that he did not like to fight, but it was certainly a necessity rather than an option. However, his willingness to learn was the only thing that was needed right now - if he was willing to learn, he would have an easier time doing so. She appraised him as he tried another attempt at swinging the knife - he took it more slowly this time, which was good - unless he was a prodigy, he would not complete the move perfectly and quickly the first time. This time, he kept his balance, and she nodded slowly, approving. "Now," she said, "most of fighting is instinct - you don't have time to recall special moves unless you've practiced them so much that they are also instinct. And the only way to condition yourself to fight well is to practice fighting well." With that nugget of advice, she leapt, taking on a fighting stance, and jabbed at Robert as if she were an enemy about to stab him. Of course, she wouldn't harm him - if he happened to be too slow or too surprised to defend himself adequately, she would pull back the knife; although it seemed quick and ferocious, she was only performing at a fraction of her abilities.
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