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Cwmfen gave a final, wild cry, swinging her spear over her before stabbing the empty air. Her breath slightly labored, she paused in that final form, breathing in the scent of the rain as it cooled her heated body. Her facial expression was as fierce as her uttered yell, and as she slowly returned to a standing posture, her face gradually relaxed and became calm. A slowly released breath created a faint cloud in the air before the wild wind stole it away into the darkness. Silently, content with her training exercise, the female tapped the butt of her spear upon the earth as she gazed about the empty clearing. She was forced for now to rely upon her imagination, and her imagination had a cruel sense of humor. There had been times when she was defeated by her own, imaginary enemies. But today she had killed them all, and she was satisfied. She knew, however, that no amount of training could satisfy the needs of a true fight. Perhaps she would go and find someone to spar with, but that would be at a later time.
The pied Raven croaked with marginal approval before lifting into the cold wind to precede the female’s travels. With a stress relieving sigh, the female turned and left that clearing behind, only to return to it at a later day. The female strode with a certain amount of pride, her posture erect, for she felt a great calm whenever she practiced in the art of war. With the hint of a serene smile upon her maw, the female returned to her den. It was not far from where she practiced, and she had chosen her den’s location knowing that. When she heard the sound of the nearly frozen brook, she knew that she was near. Swiftly, the woad-marked luperci slid into the opening of her den, piercing the darkness with the blade of her Raven Spear. When the main cavern was reached, she lay the spear down to rest before she pulled back into the weeping world.
She had heard that there was a newcomer among them, though she did not know his name or of what appearance he held. However, having just completed the better part of her day’s activities, she thought that perhaps it would be proper for her seek out this wolf and greet him. As one of a higher rank, would that not be polite. Nodding to herself, the female set out from her den. Because she was unsure of where to find him or even of what he smelled like, she decided to frequent the boarders as she went if only to keep up the protection of the boarders. While not strictly of her co-rank’s duties, she felt that protection was something to look after. Was that not the duty of a warrior?
After many hours of her patrol, the Head Warrior finally spotted something worth inspecting. In the distance, she had found a speck of gold, and in the colourless world, such a colour could not be missed. The woad-marked tail waved once behind her as she suspected that this might be the male that she sought. Her slow saunter quickened to a lively trot as she approached the curled up wolf. "Hello?" she called from a good distance, her quiet voice almost timid as she made the first approach in this acquaintance. She hoped, however, that she was not disturbing him.
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Cwmfen gave a final, wild cry, swinging her spear over her before stabbing the empty air. Her breath slightly labored, she paused in that final form, breathing in the scent of the rain as it cooled her heated body. Her facial expression was as fierce as her uttered yell, and as she slowly returned to a standing posture, her face gradually relaxed and became calm. A slowly released breath created a faint cloud in the air before the wild wind stole it away into the darkness. Silently, content with her training exercise, the female tapped the butt of her spear upon the earth as she gazed about the empty clearing. She was forced for now to rely upon her imagination, and her imagination had a cruel sense of humor. There had been times when she was defeated by her own, imaginary enemies. But today she had killed them all, and she was satisfied. She knew, however, that no amount of training could satisfy the needs of a true fight. Perhaps she would go and find someone to spar with, but that would be at a later time.
The pied Raven croaked with marginal approval before lifting into the cold wind to precede the female’s travels. With a stress relieving sigh, the female turned and left that clearing behind, only to return to it at a later day. The female strode with a certain amount of pride, her posture erect, for she felt a great calm whenever she practiced in the art of war. With the hint of a serene smile upon her maw, the female returned to her den. It was not far from where she practiced, and she had chosen her den’s location knowing that. When she heard the sound of the nearly frozen brook, she knew that she was near. Swiftly, the woad-marked luperci slid into the opening of her den, piercing the darkness with the blade of her Raven Spear. When the main cavern was reached, she lay the spear down to rest before she pulled back into the weeping world.
She had heard that there was a newcomer among them, though she did not know his name or of what appearance he held. However, having just completed the better part of her day’s activities, she thought that perhaps it would be proper for her seek out this wolf and greet him. As one of a higher rank, would that not be polite. Nodding to herself, the female set out from her den. Because she was unsure of where to find him or even of what he smelled like, she decided to frequent the boarders as she went if only to keep up the protection of the boarders. While not strictly of her co-rank’s duties, she felt that protection was something to look after. Was that not the duty of a warrior?
After many hours of her patrol, the Head Warrior finally spotted something worth inspecting. In the distance, she had found a speck of gold, and in the colourless world, such a colour could not be missed. The woad-marked tail waved once behind her as she suspected that this might be the male that she sought. Her slow saunter quickened to a lively trot as she approached the curled up wolf. "Hello?" she called from a good distance, her quiet voice almost timid as she made the first approach in this acquaintance. She hoped, however, that she was not disturbing him.