02-15-2009, 01:39 PM
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I’ll just leave this open for Svara to walk in, I hope you don’t mind, ^=^;; It will take place nearby Cwmfen’s den.
500+
Cwmfen had woken early, earlier than the sun. As she was accustom to doing, the woad warrior practiced her arts of war. Each day, twice a day, she would review as much as she knew beginning with the basics, making her body remember everything it could do. She was quick and strong, and her body had and would serve her well—serve the pack well. And then, if she was in the mood, the warrior would pick up a weapon. Usually she picked up her spear, but sometimes she’d use a sword or a bow that she had found. The black fae had always believed that if she could use it, someone else could, and so she would be prepared for them. Only several days prior she had sparred with the coyote—the one who had bound his eyes. It was a strange creature, and a strange encounter. But it had shown her both her assets and her flaws. She meant to fix the latter.
Now the female simply lay in the grass. The shoots were dry and brittle from the winter season, and they whispered and scratched as the woad warrior shifted. Always she would complete her training with an hour of relaxation. It was not so important for the body as it was for the soul. The soul was as a separate entity from the body, and it required just as much as the body. There were many who had failed to recognize such a fact, and she knew it, saw it everyday. And this training of the soul, too, was a part of her training. With a soft sigh, the female turned her white orbs to the heavens. It was snowing again, and those soft flakes fell silently to the earth as if they were accepting their fate today. No wind blew to change and delay their fall. The woman’s breath rose up in a white cloud and disappeared.
The female smiled and was content.
Hearing someone approach, the female shifted, turning her body so that she lay on her side supported by an elbow. The other hand lay comfortably on the dip of her waist. The white orbs were turned toward the approaching distraction and her woad-banded ears pricked forward, but she was not irritated—and she hardly ever was. But the wind was not in her favor today, and the scent of the approaching was taken from her. Cwmfen was not concerned, however. She was deep enough within the pack’s boarders that intruders would be absent (and if it were indeed an intruder, there would be trouble, more than what she had given the ignorant Russian boy Nikolai). And the woad warrior wondered who would come so near her den, for the spot that she had chosen was a scarcely frequented area. Only Haku had visited her there. Other acquaintances were made elsewhere in the pack. The black female was sure it was one of her pack members, for the sound of its approach was familiar, though only vaguely so.
I’ll just leave this open for Svara to walk in, I hope you don’t mind, ^=^;; It will take place nearby Cwmfen’s den.
500+
Cwmfen had woken early, earlier than the sun. As she was accustom to doing, the woad warrior practiced her arts of war. Each day, twice a day, she would review as much as she knew beginning with the basics, making her body remember everything it could do. She was quick and strong, and her body had and would serve her well—serve the pack well. And then, if she was in the mood, the warrior would pick up a weapon. Usually she picked up her spear, but sometimes she’d use a sword or a bow that she had found. The black fae had always believed that if she could use it, someone else could, and so she would be prepared for them. Only several days prior she had sparred with the coyote—the one who had bound his eyes. It was a strange creature, and a strange encounter. But it had shown her both her assets and her flaws. She meant to fix the latter.
Now the female simply lay in the grass. The shoots were dry and brittle from the winter season, and they whispered and scratched as the woad warrior shifted. Always she would complete her training with an hour of relaxation. It was not so important for the body as it was for the soul. The soul was as a separate entity from the body, and it required just as much as the body. There were many who had failed to recognize such a fact, and she knew it, saw it everyday. And this training of the soul, too, was a part of her training. With a soft sigh, the female turned her white orbs to the heavens. It was snowing again, and those soft flakes fell silently to the earth as if they were accepting their fate today. No wind blew to change and delay their fall. The woman’s breath rose up in a white cloud and disappeared.
The female smiled and was content.
Hearing someone approach, the female shifted, turning her body so that she lay on her side supported by an elbow. The other hand lay comfortably on the dip of her waist. The white orbs were turned toward the approaching distraction and her woad-banded ears pricked forward, but she was not irritated—and she hardly ever was. But the wind was not in her favor today, and the scent of the approaching was taken from her. Cwmfen was not concerned, however. She was deep enough within the pack’s boarders that intruders would be absent (and if it were indeed an intruder, there would be trouble, more than what she had given the ignorant Russian boy Nikolai). And the woad warrior wondered who would come so near her den, for the spot that she had chosen was a scarcely frequented area. Only Haku had visited her there. Other acquaintances were made elsewhere in the pack. The black female was sure it was one of her pack members, for the sound of its approach was familiar, though only vaguely so.