diamond in the night raven's talon

Selene Vansenza · 03-02-2012, 03:44 PM

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for Fia, the training/sparring thread <3

The day the small coydog had left the meeting, it was not hard to feel dizzy with the responsibility she had been endowed with. Training. Sparring. Sole's daughter. The words swam in Selene's mind. However nervous and awkward the girl felt, on the surface she happily managed to sustain a flat expression, as if not so so nervous of the time to come. Sure, she knew how to work a sword. But would Sel make an idiot out of herself? Drop her weapon, trip over her own feet? That wouldn't be possible. Rising from the bed, Selene looked in her reflection on the glass of the cracked mirror she had brought in, sighing at her reflection. She was someone typical. Never changing. Finding an old elastic, Selene slipped her hair into a sleek pony tail, grinning at her youthful new reflection. This was training. Training was exertion. Hair would get in the way.

She had slipped easily out of the room, leaving another one of her notes for Hadley. Explaining her mission. The sword lay leaning against the corner of the room, behind the door for use. Slipping it into her fingers, Selene held her beautiful weapon gently and lovingly. If only...If only it had been in her arms those many times of need, of pain and violation. She could have been safe. Sighing, Selene slipped it into her belt. She had tried to wear clothing, but it didn't feel right. She had to cut a hole in them for her tail, and so much discomfort. She ha fashioned herself a tool-belt style belt, equipped with small daggers for many uses, a slot to slip her sword. Sel was actually proud of her work, something she didn't have to scrap once again.

She wandered the hallway, remembering where Fia's room with Gunnar was. Gunnar was someone else who had left Anathema, just like herself. They had never met, but there seemed to be a mysterious way of relating to the stranger. What were his reasons for leaving? Were they similar to her own? One hand rested on the silver handle of her sword, not as if to swing it out right away for her protection. It gave her a sense of security, something she couldn't cower over once again.

Finally finding the door, Selene stared at it for a moment quietly. What had she gotten into? This was a good thing. The Sole would be happy with this, and the opportunity to educate someone else on the principles of weaponry, it seemed rewarding. A slender black hand was raised in a fist, knocking loudly on the door. "Fia?" This was a great jim-dandy idea. Was it?

Will you stand when it all burns down. Will you love when it all burns down
Will it end when it all burns down. Will you just let it all burn down

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