I dun have a pic for Haven's sword, but just your standard, medieval style longsword :B 300+
Haven, too, had been eagerly awaiting this day. Finally he had someone to spar with. For a while he had wondered if such a time would ever come. Anann had come to Cour des Miracles though and answered his hopes. Unfortunately when they had met he had still been recovering from his fatal fight with the loner that had trespassed and attacked Princess. The wounds were all healed now though, no longer scabs but scars that ran across his muscled body. Thankfully though he had had plenty of things to occupy his mind in the interim, between the pack celebration and the birth of his new little brothers. There was the less pleasant matter also of Rio. It'd been about a month since he'd brought her here and he wasn't sure how exactly she was doing. Haven didn't know how to help her, aside from protecting her to make sure it didn't happen again.
He had spent the day and afternoon stretching out his muscles and practicing swinging his longsword. Despite the wounds being healed, there was a stiffness to his muscles that somewhat limited that flexibility and strength that he had had prior. With time he knew that he would return to normal, but the waiting in between was never an easy process. The Aatte worked slowly through his movements, learning exactly where and how his body would protest and then redoing the maneuver until things loosened back up to a degree. When he had done as much as he thought he could on his own without wearing himself down he checked the sky. There was still some time before their appointed meeting time, but heading to the stables early wouldn't hurt.
The Knight grabbed Vowkeeper and his pair of wooden longswords and made his way to the stables, wearing only his jeans. It was a warm day and he didn't want to get his jacket dirty during their practice. As he reached the large building he was surprised to find Anann already there, practicing some stances with her stallion Rem nearby. Smiling he walked over to where she stood. "Seems we were both anxious to get things started, eh?" he said, humor in his face.
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