09-16-2012, 07:07 PM
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I'll drown out the shadows
by making some light
but I still can't forget
all those wrongs not made right.
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I'll drown out the shadows
by making some light
but I still can't forget
all those wrongs not made right.
The sun shone down, golden and warm, upon the best hunting spot in Sangi'lak's territory. beneath the trees, sunlight poured down in rays like liquid, pooling upon the floor. Valtiere was bound for one of the more open areas, newly-made throwing spear in hand. He'd fashioned it from the straightest piece of wood he could find, carving and wearing the wood to make it smooth and even straighter. The tip was a formidable piece of stone, chipped into a leaf-like shape with a cruel point of the end.
Valtiere had seen throwing spears used before, and even made one or two in his old home, but he'd never actually used one before. Currently the stone tip was covered and tied with a soft piece of rabbit pelt; and as he walked, he tossed the spear lightly ahead of him as he went, retrieving it and then tossing it again down the trail in an attempt to get used to the throwing motion. He really had no clue if he was doing it right, but that was the point - today was all about practice. Of course, it'd be nice to catch something too.
The talk of possible violence with Vinátta concerned him - bloodshed was the last thing he wanted. He'd left his first home to get away from exactly that, and returning to such a lifestyle was hardly an appealing prospect. His second home, with the Nomads, had taught him virtues he'd never known about in his birth pack. He wanted to create things, not bring about destruction - and yet, he understood the importance of being prepared, the importance of being able to defend one's home from outside threats. He was hardly naive enough to think they didn't exist. His own, improvised style of knife fighting would hardly suffice, so the Mareck was determined to try his hand at a few other things. Throwing spears were certainly easy enough to make - and well-suited to his lithe, lean form. A bow might also make a good choice, but he had never made one of those before, and he wanted to try this out - hunting seemed like as good a way as any.
As he broke out of the treeline, he spotted one of his pack mates - the small, jackal-looking girl who'd had a kitten with her at the meeting. Picking up his spear from where it lay in the grass, he waved in greeting and began to make his way toward her, watching her as he did. She leapt and twisted through the air in Secui form, and at first he couldn't tell what she was doing - perhaps some strange sort of dance? As he drew closer, though, he spied the butterflies, and a smile spread across his face. "Good afternoon! Having a bit of a snack, or just a game?" he inquired.
Word Count: 479
Form: Optime
Walk "Talk!" Think
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Valtiere had seen throwing spears used before, and even made one or two in his old home, but he'd never actually used one before. Currently the stone tip was covered and tied with a soft piece of rabbit pelt; and as he walked, he tossed the spear lightly ahead of him as he went, retrieving it and then tossing it again down the trail in an attempt to get used to the throwing motion. He really had no clue if he was doing it right, but that was the point - today was all about practice. Of course, it'd be nice to catch something too.
The talk of possible violence with Vinátta concerned him - bloodshed was the last thing he wanted. He'd left his first home to get away from exactly that, and returning to such a lifestyle was hardly an appealing prospect. His second home, with the Nomads, had taught him virtues he'd never known about in his birth pack. He wanted to create things, not bring about destruction - and yet, he understood the importance of being prepared, the importance of being able to defend one's home from outside threats. He was hardly naive enough to think they didn't exist. His own, improvised style of knife fighting would hardly suffice, so the Mareck was determined to try his hand at a few other things. Throwing spears were certainly easy enough to make - and well-suited to his lithe, lean form. A bow might also make a good choice, but he had never made one of those before, and he wanted to try this out - hunting seemed like as good a way as any.
As he broke out of the treeline, he spotted one of his pack mates - the small, jackal-looking girl who'd had a kitten with her at the meeting. Picking up his spear from where it lay in the grass, he waved in greeting and began to make his way toward her, watching her as he did. She leapt and twisted through the air in Secui form, and at first he couldn't tell what she was doing - perhaps some strange sort of dance? As he drew closer, though, he spied the butterflies, and a smile spread across his face. "Good afternoon! Having a bit of a snack, or just a game?" he inquired.
Word Count: 479
Form: Optime
Walk "Talk!" Think
x