11-15-2009, 08:22 AM
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The girl had decided to spend the few last hours of the day outside the mansion so that she could take advantage of the last light from the sun before it tumbled over the horizon and introduced the remaining world to the night. She drew one of her twin swords and gazed adoringly at the glistering blade. The girl had been quite surprised when she had pulled them from their sheaths and found them completely free of rust. A rare find indeed, but they had been stored way, away from wind and rain and safely secure in sheaths that had been personally made for each weapon. She found that very odd. The young hybrid was used to cheaper mass production findings and did not fully realize the possible value for the latest twin treasures she had found. She wanted immediately to run to Halifax and try to find a book that could enlighten her about the art of polishing, but Halifax was a sort of frightening place as of lately. Memories lingered with sharp fangs and claws. The girl shuddered uncomfortably in her seat on the porch, afraid to go back to that violent scene.
The girl rose and walked down on the grass holding the sword steadily in one hand and moved it fluently through the air. How she fucking wished for someone that knew this art already. She always felt somewhat stupid when she tried to train her skills with swords. She actually had found one single book on the subject, but one single book could not help her much in the long run. Well, if nothing else then her arms, shoulders and back got some extra strength as she had started to practise every day unless it was raining heavily outside. The sword had been heavy at first, but she was starting to forget that nowadays. That was a great sign that her muscles were being worked and slowly grew stronger and more flexible. Both her hands connected at the shaft now and she let the sword rise up slightly above her head before she swiftly sliced vertically through the air, struggling to keep the whole motion fluid. Still she seemed to lean too much forwards when she cut through the air with it, and quite often she had to take a forced step forward or visibly battle to regain balance.
The girl had decided to spend the few last hours of the day outside the mansion so that she could take advantage of the last light from the sun before it tumbled over the horizon and introduced the remaining world to the night. She drew one of her twin swords and gazed adoringly at the glistering blade. The girl had been quite surprised when she had pulled them from their sheaths and found them completely free of rust. A rare find indeed, but they had been stored way, away from wind and rain and safely secure in sheaths that had been personally made for each weapon. She found that very odd. The young hybrid was used to cheaper mass production findings and did not fully realize the possible value for the latest twin treasures she had found. She wanted immediately to run to Halifax and try to find a book that could enlighten her about the art of polishing, but Halifax was a sort of frightening place as of lately. Memories lingered with sharp fangs and claws. The girl shuddered uncomfortably in her seat on the porch, afraid to go back to that violent scene.
The girl rose and walked down on the grass holding the sword steadily in one hand and moved it fluently through the air. How she fucking wished for someone that knew this art already. She always felt somewhat stupid when she tried to train her skills with swords. She actually had found one single book on the subject, but one single book could not help her much in the long run. Well, if nothing else then her arms, shoulders and back got some extra strength as she had started to practise every day unless it was raining heavily outside. The sword had been heavy at first, but she was starting to forget that nowadays. That was a great sign that her muscles were being worked and slowly grew stronger and more flexible. Both her hands connected at the shaft now and she let the sword rise up slightly above her head before she swiftly sliced vertically through the air, struggling to keep the whole motion fluid. Still she seemed to lean too much forwards when she cut through the air with it, and quite often she had to take a forced step forward or visibly battle to regain balance.