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- Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-15-2009 [html] http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/3402 ... 985rw1.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I’ll just leave this open for Svara to walk in, I hope you don’t mind, ^=^;; It will take place nearby Cwmfen’s den. 500+ Cwmfen had woken early, earlier than the sun. As she was accustom to doing, the woad warrior practiced her arts of war. Each day, twice a day, she would review as much as she knew beginning with the basics, making her body remember everything it could do. She was quick and strong, and her body had and would serve her well—serve the pack well. And then, if she was in the mood, the warrior would pick up a weapon. Usually she picked up her spear, but sometimes she’d use a sword or a bow that she had found. The black fae had always believed that if she could use it, someone else could, and so she would be prepared for them. Only several days prior she had sparred with the coyote—the one who had bound his eyes. It was a strange creature, and a strange encounter. But it had shown her both her assets and her flaws. She meant to fix the latter. Now the female simply lay in the grass. The shoots were dry and brittle from the winter season, and they whispered and scratched as the woad warrior shifted. Always she would complete her training with an hour of relaxation. It was not so important for the body as it was for the soul. The soul was as a separate entity from the body, and it required just as much as the body. There were many who had failed to recognize such a fact, and she knew it, saw it everyday. And this training of the soul, too, was a part of her training. With a soft sigh, the female turned her white orbs to the heavens. It was snowing again, and those soft flakes fell silently to the earth as if they were accepting their fate today. No wind blew to change and delay their fall. The woman’s breath rose up in a white cloud and disappeared. The female smiled and was content. Hearing someone approach, the female shifted, turning her body so that she lay on her side supported by an elbow. The other hand lay comfortably on the dip of her waist. The white orbs were turned toward the approaching distraction and her woad-banded ears pricked forward, but she was not irritated—and she hardly ever was. But the wind was not in her favor today, and the scent of the approaching was taken from her. Cwmfen was not concerned, however. She was deep enough within the pack’s boarders that intruders would be absent (and if it were indeed an intruder, there would be trouble, more than what she had given the ignorant Russian boy Nikolai). And the woad warrior wondered who would come so near her den, for the spot that she had chosen was a scarcely frequented area. Only Haku had visited her there. Other acquaintances were made elsewhere in the pack. The black female was sure it was one of her pack members, for the sound of its approach was familiar, though only vaguely so. - Svara Thames - 02-15-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-15-2009 [html] http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/3402 ... 985rw1.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ Cwmfen nic Graine was not disappointed. It was Svara, the young girl that was so taken with Firefly and Haku, that had come. The warrior had to admit that the unrefined pup was the last wolf she had expected to see, and she admitted once again that it was not company she would have chosen to share. The woad warrior had made it a point to ignore the pups, both Flayra and Svara, for she was not particularly fond of youth. Svara was a prime example of why the Dahlian warrior felt that way. And this particular youth had already strayed from a decent path. The woad warrior was very lenient in how she judged the actions of others, but the disrespectful girl definitely bypassed any tolerance. Yet, the woad warrior acknowledged that this youth was a member of the pack, and as she did with every member of the pack the black, woad-swirled female gave her the respect that was due. A light nod and a ghost of an amiable smile graced her maw in response the blunt greeting she was given. And yet, the warrior wasted no time in physically demanding submission from the other. The Tilia did not rise from where she lay, but the subtle changes—the slightly raised posture of her back and head, the erected ears, the lifted and flickering, feline-esque movement of her tail, and the fierce unwavering gaze penetrating the yellow orbs of the child—demanded it. The black fae watched with a mild curiosity as the girl shifted. There was always something strange and wonderful about the changing of the body, and it seemed to symbolize the youth’s own growing body perfectly. The woman, who saw the world through such symbols, took note of the presentation in silence and waited patiently. And she did not wait long. The warrior considered her request silently for a moment. The white orbs considered the girl, observing her body as well as her posture. Svara had grown since last they met, and, like all pups her age, she was growing like a weed. She was lanky and tall, but the female figured she’d fill out once she reached adulthood. Once again the female nodded, this time to herself, before she spoke. "I will,” was her simple agreement. There was a considerable pause before the silence was broken again. "But there is something that you must first do, and that you must learn as I teach you." Besides fighting, but she figured that the girl would understand the implication. "I need for you to learn discipline—I know you’ve heard that countless times before," the warrior quickly interjected, "but this business of fighting...it’s not all brutality. The best warriors know this." Then the alto melody with the silver chords faded and fell silent once more. She did not want to push this female too far yet, and she knew how sensitive she could be. The sensitivity that Svara felt may not have been the same as other females felt, but the warrior felt that there was something there that made the other respond with such hostility. And Cwmfen knew that she had to gain the trust of this female if all things were going to work. That would be the first step of the entire request that Svara had made. "Females are naturally physically inferior to males—at least most are." She thought briefly of certain fish and spiders. "It’s important for us to manipulate the power that we have. That requires self-control, and with self-control, anything his possible." Perhaps such knowledge was dangerous for this volatile girl to have, but she had to start somewhere. And she felt that power would appeal to her. - Svara Thames - 02-15-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I’ll use the cookie table as the comfortable table, hahah~ Yumyum, ^=^ Thanks again~ 500+ "Good." The female’s reply was simple as she nodded, emphasizing her approval. And she believed that the pup would be able to accomplish that feat, for she was still young and susceptible to change. The black fae watched the red-hued female for a few moments longer, the white orbs peering into the depths of those yellow eyes. And the force with which she looked was greater than she had exercised with any other, for the use of good judgment was crucial at this moment. If she taught the wrong person the wrong things, she was as much at fault as the perpetrator, for one must also be able to judge character and trust no one too deeply. Svara would learn this too, but the female figured that the younger girl would already be able to do such a thing. How else would she have been able to survive? And the warrior knew now that she must tread carefully. But the warrior gave her a small smile. At least the girl was eager to learn. If there was anything more difficult, it was teaching someone who did not wish to be taught. The woad warrior shifted and was about to rise when the girl spoke again. But the past shapes the future, she wanted to say, but she knew what was meant, and she was not meant to teach the discipline of words. "Understood," the alto responded with weight, and she meant it. Then, the woad warrior rose from her prone position to standing in a single fluid movement. Brushing the snow that had fallen upon her fur, she looked back at the shorter female. "Come," she commanded quietly, and she turned away, walking toward the cover of the trees. As she traveled, the female was silent and did not incite any conversation, for she was normally a taciturn creature and tended to say only what needed to be said. After joining the pack, her conversational tendencies had increased, but only slightly. But she did not think that the youth would be bothered by such a thing, and so she made no effort to fill the silence. The silent world was better to listen to anyhow. It was only a moment before her den came into view. It was nestled in the crook of a great tree and overlooked a small brook. With a small leap, the woad warrior crossed the frozen ribbon and slid into her den. She left Svara outside and did not invite her in, for training would not require her to come into her home. "Was there anything in particular that you wanted to learn?" She called from within. Somehow, Cwmfen felt that the girl had something particular in mind. Everything else had been done or said with a purpose. And the white eyed woman would have what she would need. If she wanted to learn how to fight without a weapon, that would be easy. If she wanted to learn how to fight with a weapon—knife, sword, bo, bow, anything—it would be equally as easy. And if the girl did not know, they could simply start with the basics. - Svara Thames - 02-16-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I hope you don’t mind me teaching Svara how to use a dagger—my initial plan was to give her one as a gift if she behaves, hahah, ^=^ 500+ Teach me what you know. The black fae could not help but smile. If she was expecting to learn all that she had this day, or even over a year, it would be impossible. And it was arrogant to claim that she even had extensive knowledge, for she continued to learn and expand everyday. But to know want to know all that she knew, one would have to be a disciple, and she had heard that this pup was aspiring to learn the secrets of the apothecary. She did not know whether this was true or not, but one would have to chose between the two, for only a single focus was possible if one skill were to be mastered. But she knew that the pup should know how to defend herself. And the warrior did not doubt that she would be able to do so, but there was always someone stronger out in the world who would seek to take something by force—sexual pleasure, life. Anything. And because Svara was a member of the pack, and because Cwmfen was its Warrior, she Cwmfen chose four daggers placed in the corner of her den, and it was apparent that each pair was separate. One pair was particularly elaborate, with the raven knot carved upon its keenly sharpened blade. The other pair was plain, and, while kept in good condition, its use was apparent on its tattered hilt and marred blade. But the black fae grabbed them both before turning in the tight space (for the den was made primarily for use while in lupus form) and returning to the colder world without. Steadying herself by gripping the lip of the den’s mouth, the female threw two daggers with a graceful and deft movement, and they flew with remarkable speed and force to burry their hungering blades into the height of a tree across the brook. The pair that she had placed out of reach shone dimly in the light, and the beaks of the ravens meticulously carved upon the blade scraped against the bark. Satisfied, the woad warrior pushed herself forth, holding the two lesser blades in her hand. The black fae held them properly, with the blade pointing behind her. With a cranial gesture, she motioned for the younger female to follow her once more, and she lead her to the tree in which the two Raven blades were buried. They were hers, as her Dream was carved upon them by her own hand, but she figured that the other might have more use of them—if she could prove herself. "They’re yours if you can cut down this tree," the female said, gesturing to her blades. A half amused smile graced her maw. Taking one of the daggers, she demonstrated with a upward, diagonal sweeping motion, a perfected technique. The blade was not quite parallel to her arm, and it pointed towards her elbow and out away from her body. She demonstrated the technique several more times before she turned the hilt towards Svara, offering her the blade. "When you have felled this tree with that technique, you will have mastered it." Whether her challenge was stated hyperbolically or not was difficult to say. What was clear was that Svara was to accept the presented blade and proceed. - Svara Thames - 02-20-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-20-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hahah, cool~~ And the blades that she handed her were the plane ones, but she’s going to give her the decorated ones, ^=^ 500+ Cwmfen nic Graine watched as Svara accepted the blades that were given to her. And the warrior knew that she had chosen the proper weapon for the girl to wield, for it seemed that the weapon had communicated with the pup—perhaps not in the same way in which the world communicated with the black female, but she felt that the youth had experienced something unique, something that not many other had experienced. And the Tilia saw it in her smile—a thing she knew to be rare for this antagonistic creature. The black female could not help but to smile herself, for she could not help but feel approval for this growing female. Her thoughts went back to when she had first heard a song of war, but she had been far younger than Svara was. The white eyes observed the question in her eyes, but the female was silent. Perhaps she just wanted the girl to have something of her own with which to protect herself. The red hued girl had watched her carefully, and the older female had approved. If one were to watch carefully, it was equivalent to practicing the technique. It was said that one could master a technique if it was repeated a thousand times and twice more. Watching added onto that count. That was why, at times, the warrior was forced to practice over a still pool or watch carefully her reflection as she practiced upon a frozen lake—but footing was difficult to maintain, and that in itself was a challenge with which to contend. And so, if she could help it, the female would spar with another, for there was nothing like practicing upon a creature that would respond in return. For now, Svara must begin with the basics, and so the warrior had presented to her as her sparring partner the tree. And the tree had been small and dying even before the autumn, so its loss would not be a great one. As Svara set to work, the Tilia stepped back to watch her technique. All the while, the female was silent, allowing the younger female to explore her body and the way in which the motions would feel right. Occasionally, Cwmfen would, with approval, call out, "Use your shoulder—don’t swing your arm," or remind the young girl, "Don’t forget to breath." But otherwise, she let the sound of the blade fill the silence. The white orbs that watched the small female were pleased, for she had proved to have control of herself. She showed great adherence to her words as she worked, and her diligence was clear. The woad marked female allowed herself to be impressed by this new facet. And so, when the girl had finished and the tree had been felled, the female moved to her side, kneeling. "You’ve done well," the female remarked, and there was no lie in her words, for she did not waste her time with empty compliments. Placing a hand upon the adolescent’s tired shoulders, the other woad banded fingers gently took the blade from her hands. With the sound of her breathing, the female had understood that the youth was not accustom to the activities of war and defense. But she understood also the energy that had been used to keep herself going, and so Cwmfen was resolved. Rising, she took a step back while saying, "Take up those blades," and indicated to her own that lay embedded in the now fallen tree, pointing their pommels to the snowing heavens. If Svara would accept them, she would have to take them with her own hands, and the blades would then become her own. Afterwards, the girl could take a drink from the cold brook, and, if she was not too tired, they could have a hand at a few more techniques. Or they could wait for another day. |