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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.
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.