Blade Dancing
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Private for Jazper/Mel-face <3 with apologies for taking so long! Can this be backdated to the 7th or 8th of October please? Otherwise Soran will be inujured XD


The morning was surprisingly bright when all things were considered. The sun was hidden beneath a blanket of thick looking grey clouds, the breeze that blew across the lands not seeming to make any difference to the sky, not seeming to want to blow the clouds away. It had clearly rained during the night, the grass was still damp, as were the dying leaves still clinging to the branches of the tall trees that were scattered about the lands, but there seemed to be no further signs of rain, at least not yet. All around the small animals that shared the pack lands with the wolves were scurrying here and there, making their final preperations and gatherings before the winter chill took hold of the land once again and sent them all into times when food was difficult to find. Soran sat in the middle of this, the sable Aedile was examining the sword that she had found in the small storage cupboard in her room more closely; it seemed sturdy enough, though the green eyed lady was far from an expert on these matters. She sat quietly, turning the sword this way and that in her hands, musing on what a helpful asset it could be in the war, she already had her hunting knife and the basic hand to hand combat knowledge that Dayna had taught her, but she did not know how to use this larger weapon, she could not help but think that it might be the asset that she would require when the war raged once again. She pressed her thumb to the blade, it did not seem sharp enough for her liking, this was no worry though, the sable female had a steel in her room, she would be able to sharpen it quickly enough, just as she had done with the hunting knife, when she had found it it had been dull with age, but now it was wickedly sharp and made a fantastic thrown weapon. It was currently in it's holster on her upper thigh, her satchel was on the floor beside her, the sable Aedile had collected many useful items over the years and often had a collection of them with her at any given time, today was not exception to this.

Soran gave a yawn and reached up, stretching her arms high above her head, she was sat cross legged on the ground, not too far from the manor; she kept it in view now when she had simply popped out for a walk, she did not like the idea of anything happening to her loved ones, her children or Mati, or indeed Deuce, no she needed to stay close in case there was any trouble. The dark female had been considering patrolling the borders, but had decided against it, instead picking this spot in the clearing and examining the sword that she had taken out with her carefully. She needed someone to teach her to use it, warfare seemed to have moved on, no longer was it fought by Secui wolves with sharp fangs and even sharper wits, now it seemed that the Optime form was more preferred and that carrying weapons was the norm. The Aedile had usually fought in her Lupus form, being most comfortable and confident in that shape, but now that she had learnt some hand to hand combat she supposed that she could fight in her Optime form. At the battle she had taken on her Secui form, changing and shifting without much thought, how she had wished that she had been in her Optime form though, then she would have had her hunting knife with her and she would have thrown it and buried it in the back of that large grey male that had kidnapped Anu. The sable female's eyes darkened as she thought on such things, she still felt such guilt for not having made it in time to save the grey furred leader, she had already decided that she would make the grey wolf pay for what he had done, Anu had raised Soran's grandchildren and no-one hurt anyone that Soran owed that sort of debt to. The sable female gave a sigh and stretched her long legs out in front of her, crossing one ankle over the other, resting the sword across her lap and looking back into the sky. Such a dull grey day, not even a single cloud could be picked out from the solid block, she could do nothing to calm her tensions, perhaps if she learnt to defend herself then she might be have been more calm.

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