03-31-2012, 07:11 PM
I want as many people in this as there wants to be, Jace needs to meet her new pack-mates 
Don't feel obliged to stay out even if someone else has replied ^^
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The morning came with a slight bite to the air, a thin chill that hinted at the now passed memory of winter, something that she mourned quite readily. She was unwilling to part with the cold and resented the oncoming heat of summer where she would be forced to suffer for her thick arctic coat, it was during those times when she would find ponds and rivers to bathe in, allowing it to seep all the way through, something she would never dare to in the winter, and which had almost killed her a few short months ago, involving a certain dysfunctional fragment minded female.
Like so many before it as was her trend lately, she had not slept the night before, exhaustion had not yet fallen upon her enough to drive her into slumber and so she remained, ploughing on through the daily tasks that needed tending to. Only before she started on them, she allowed herself a small amount of free time now, not to skive off but to practice and warm up her skills once more. It had been a while since she had wielded a sword, and some of her techniques had rusted. The metal rang as it was withdrawn from its sheath and the note was pure and filled her ears with the sound of battle.
With exaggerated slowness the woman began to work her way through the basic stances that she had been taught, guiding the sword's razor edge in a dance about her form as she twisted and turned. As soon as she felt that she was back into her style and could move onto more intricate sets then she did. The steely weapon sliced the air and whistled sharply, its glittering tip a blur that chased only light and air, she brought it down on an imaginary enemy's head before whirling to the side and dodging another blow, jabbing back with a fatal strike to the stomach. Her dance progressed ever onwards, and she moved to a tune only she could hear, a warrior through and through.
Don't feel obliged to stay out even if someone else has replied ^^343
The morning came with a slight bite to the air, a thin chill that hinted at the now passed memory of winter, something that she mourned quite readily. She was unwilling to part with the cold and resented the oncoming heat of summer where she would be forced to suffer for her thick arctic coat, it was during those times when she would find ponds and rivers to bathe in, allowing it to seep all the way through, something she would never dare to in the winter, and which had almost killed her a few short months ago, involving a certain dysfunctional fragment minded female.
Like so many before it as was her trend lately, she had not slept the night before, exhaustion had not yet fallen upon her enough to drive her into slumber and so she remained, ploughing on through the daily tasks that needed tending to. Only before she started on them, she allowed herself a small amount of free time now, not to skive off but to practice and warm up her skills once more. It had been a while since she had wielded a sword, and some of her techniques had rusted. The metal rang as it was withdrawn from its sheath and the note was pure and filled her ears with the sound of battle.
With exaggerated slowness the woman began to work her way through the basic stances that she had been taught, guiding the sword's razor edge in a dance about her form as she twisted and turned. As soon as she felt that she was back into her style and could move onto more intricate sets then she did. The steely weapon sliced the air and whistled sharply, its glittering tip a blur that chased only light and air, she brought it down on an imaginary enemy's head before whirling to the side and dodging another blow, jabbing back with a fatal strike to the stomach. Her dance progressed ever onwards, and she moved to a tune only she could hear, a warrior through and through.