10-18-2012, 09:34 PM
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Ottilie had yet to visit the training grounds, but she figured it was worth a look. It had been a while since she had gotten any practice in with any of her preferred weapons, and she didn't want to get rusty after all. She had collected her gear-- a sling of steel chain and leather cord with a dark leather pouch, a zipped leather coin purse filled with metal and stone 'bullets', and two black-handled gleaming steel stiletto daggers. The whole lot was attached to her belt, made of thick gold chain looped around her twice with the excess allowed to hang down her left side. It was perhaps a little flashy, but Ottilie did so enjoy jewelry. She had a dark leather belt for when she was actually out to kill, but today was just practice-- what did it matter?
The coyote yawned with her hand over her mouth as she stepped onto the training grounds. She had been napping her caravan only minutes ago, before waking and deciding to hone her skills a little. So she'd collected her things and walked across the village to the grounds to practice on the targets a little. She noted the faintest whiff of fresh blood as she entered the area before her gazed landed on a dark coated male. A wolf? No, no, a coywolf. He had apparently been training on the grounds before her, but now her looked listless. She shot a polite smile in his direction before standing in a fair distance away from the front of a target and unhooking her sling from her belt.
She hooked the finger loop onto her right index finger and loaded a metal bullet into the pouch. She drew her arm back and snapped it forward in an overhead arc, releasing the strap that wasn't looped onto her and sending the bullet flying. There was a powerful crack of metal on wood as the bullet made contact with the centre of the target, and Ottilie made a pleased noise in the back of her throat.
"So! She directed to the male without looking at him as she loaded the pouch again. "You having fun out here?" She released the second bullet and it cracked into the same spot as the first.
Word Count :: 000 | OOC :: --
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Form :: Optime
Ottilie had yet to visit the training grounds, but she figured it was worth a look. It had been a while since she had gotten any practice in with any of her preferred weapons, and she didn't want to get rusty after all. She had collected her gear-- a sling of steel chain and leather cord with a dark leather pouch, a zipped leather coin purse filled with metal and stone 'bullets', and two black-handled gleaming steel stiletto daggers. The whole lot was attached to her belt, made of thick gold chain looped around her twice with the excess allowed to hang down her left side. It was perhaps a little flashy, but Ottilie did so enjoy jewelry. She had a dark leather belt for when she was actually out to kill, but today was just practice-- what did it matter?
The coyote yawned with her hand over her mouth as she stepped onto the training grounds. She had been napping her caravan only minutes ago, before waking and deciding to hone her skills a little. So she'd collected her things and walked across the village to the grounds to practice on the targets a little. She noted the faintest whiff of fresh blood as she entered the area before her gazed landed on a dark coated male. A wolf? No, no, a coywolf. He had apparently been training on the grounds before her, but now her looked listless. She shot a polite smile in his direction before standing in a fair distance away from the front of a target and unhooking her sling from her belt.
She hooked the finger loop onto her right index finger and loaded a metal bullet into the pouch. She drew her arm back and snapped it forward in an overhead arc, releasing the strap that wasn't looped onto her and sending the bullet flying. There was a powerful crack of metal on wood as the bullet made contact with the centre of the target, and Ottilie made a pleased noise in the back of her throat.
"So! She directed to the male without looking at him as she loaded the pouch again. "You having fun out here?" She released the second bullet and it cracked into the same spot as the first.
Word Count :: 000 | OOC :: --
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