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It had occurred to the female that like her male companion, she was away from her family and the responsibilities there in. In her mind, her reason for disregarding the day’s training was just; she was utterly tired and wanted a day of play that did not result in her brother’s taunts or the caretaker’s instruction. But to see another warranted question; why was he away from his family? Was his training too hard as well? But as it came to light that he was not trained physically but mentally, her curiosity only further peaked and was drawn from her seat to bear down upon the male inquisitively.
The ‘noise’ of her fellow young ones was never what drove her from their company. It was always the training, the tireless and relentless training. Conditioned to defend and protect, never to unleash the pent of energy but assume ways to divert it. She could never understand why she was made to endure this routine, why she could never aim for an ear or attempt to tackle her fellow pup to the ground in play. There was much to be unleashed but never would be and her young mind could not yet fathom the reasons for this brand of torture, or the benefit it would have in her future. How was she to convey this driving force when she herself did not fully understand it?
“I…am not happy,” each word felt like a betrayal against her family and with the carefully spoken syllables, she visibly flinched. “…don’t play anymore. Always rise in morning… say not a word… watch examples, follow examples. No attacking… only defending. No playing… only training.” When compared to the articulate tongue of her companion, her speech was terrible soft and broken. She had yet to learn the gestures of ‘understanding’ as her body had yet to undergo the change. But the use of speech had been highly discouraged when not used to instruct a lesson or to recite the creed of the family Exultare. She was not meant to find power in words, but by the strength that physically resided.
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