01-06-2009, 06:09 PM
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One hand was gripped around the limb of the bow, the other on the fletching of the arrow. His stance was nearly perfect, eyes locked on the target he had made for himself by the house. This was simple—a burlap sack stuffed with dried plants and pillow stuffing. The tawny male inhaled, breathed out, and let the arrow fly. It cut through the cold air and landed with a satisfying thump near the center of his bull’s-eye. Ezekiel frowned, and pulled another practice arrow from the ground near his feet.
Tristan had always drilled it into his head that practice mattered, which was why he dedicated so much time to the matter at hand. His uncle (considering Fatin was his godmother) was one of the most skilled fighters the boy had ever seen. Knowing full and well that he would not grow to be much larger then he currently was, Ezekiel was intent on having an advantage with weapons.
Another thump, though this time, the arrow hit home. Please, Ezekiel put down his bow and moved towards the target.
One hand was gripped around the limb of the bow, the other on the fletching of the arrow. His stance was nearly perfect, eyes locked on the target he had made for himself by the house. This was simple—a burlap sack stuffed with dried plants and pillow stuffing. The tawny male inhaled, breathed out, and let the arrow fly. It cut through the cold air and landed with a satisfying thump near the center of his bull’s-eye. Ezekiel frowned, and pulled another practice arrow from the ground near his feet.
Tristan had always drilled it into his head that practice mattered, which was why he dedicated so much time to the matter at hand. His uncle (considering Fatin was his godmother) was one of the most skilled fighters the boy had ever seen. Knowing full and well that he would not grow to be much larger then he currently was, Ezekiel was intent on having an advantage with weapons.
Another thump, though this time, the arrow hit home. Please, Ezekiel put down his bow and moved towards the target.