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Conor Soul · 03-10-2010, 09:08 AM

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Private, Pendzez. Sorry for such a sucky start D:

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The yearling had his hands full with Dahlia de Mai matters, but refused to skip his sessions with the white Phoenix Vale wolf. The training was extremely satisfying – he was allowed to let his worries and problems fall off and move with a body without burdens. He found peace and quiet with the arctic male and it was such a blessing to have a break from the war matters. He had already called for the white man from his usual spot by the borders and prayed he had picked a time when the man was available. Just like Conor was now, he knew that Pendzez surely had his own jobs and responsibilities. The boy sat down and closed his eyes briefly before starting scanning for the wolf that had been so kind to accept him as a student despite not being in the same pack.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 03-11-2010, 08:34 AM

Pendzez predicted that today was gonna be like any other day. He just seemed to do his duties every single day. However, today was going to be different. He was expecting his "new" student, Conor Soul, to arrive and receive training in the art of Bushido. Pendzez was quite pleased to have a student to teach Bushido to. He never really met anyone, except Conor, who showed any interest in the art. It seemed so ancient, only a few still practice it.

White ears perked up as the call for the white male was heard. Pendzez had his things ready. Bamboo sticks, crafted into staff like objects, perfected for the training. His stuff was gathered together and he was ready to teach. He began to make his way to the source of the call, finding the young Soul boy waiting for the white male. "Good day Conor. I trust you are ready?"

Conor Soul · 03-12-2010, 09:07 AM

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The moment he saw the white form of the Zazkex male’s approach from his spot, the boy’s somewhat sunken form stood erect and he let his gaze respectfully gather by Pendzez’ feet when he was close enough to halt and greet the Dahlian. ”I’m ready,” was the simple reply to the red eyed man. Violet eyes rose slowly now, and the yearling allowed his mouth to twist into a warm smile, anticipation so thick. He had yet to come up with a worthy payment for the Phoenix Valley member’s troubles, but he was a person that was certain to pay his debt. Pendzez was not merely his teacher either; was considered a friend as well. Before the young Dahlian had learned of his skills, he had found the other male’s presence comfortable and enlightening. ”Just tell me what to do,” he added after a few moments, so amazingly eager to start the session.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 03-15-2010, 07:39 AM

Pendzez placed his stuff down by a near tree. He made sure that everything was there, even to sticks. Everything was checked and present, now it was time. Pendzez turned to face Conor, a friendly smile upon his face. "Now Conor, we are going to start off with the basic. Karate." The white male spoke softly, pointing out the starting lessons.

Karate wasn't a weapon wielding style, it was an unarmed style. Hand to hand combat was known to be the basic of all combat. A fool would trust his life to a weapon if he attacks thoughtlessly. Stopping a good distance away, with good space between them, he lifted his eyes to meet with the young Soul's. "Karate, Conor, is an unarmed fighting style. Unarmed combat is the basics off all. However, before we start, lets begin with a stretch. That way, the muscles don't cramp up." he said as he started to stretch his arms.

Conor Soul · 03-23-2010, 10:29 AM

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The boy instinctively flexed his fingers as he watched the white man place his various items down by the nearest tree. He felt oddly energic and grinned nervously as Pendzez turned and started the session. Golden ears flickered eagerly when a familiar word brushed past. Karate. The word had been spoken before in his presence, but Cwmfen nic Graine had taught him her Korean style. It was refreshing to take up mortal combat training, mattered little if this was to be a completely different style. He listened patiently as more information and instructions were offered and nodded whenever he thought it fitted. The man finished and started to stretch and Conor made a point out of copying the male, making sure he felt the pull of his muscles as he stretched.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 03-24-2010, 07:54 AM

Pendzez heard numerous cracks and pops of his bones and of Conors as the two stretched out their muscles, that way no cramps would be impeding them in their work. Pendzez was ready to be a teacher and Conor was gonna be his student. Maybe, in due time, he could teach his own children the same, that's if they, or one of them, want to to learn the ancient Japanese art of fighting.

Pendzez had his muscles flexed. Now he was ready to begin the training. He straightened his body to upright, turning to face the young Soul. "Now, are you ready, Conor Soul?" he asked as he stood upright, ready to start this session

Conor Soul · 03-26-2010, 10:13 AM

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Conor and Cwmfen had always warmed up properly before they started their sessions, but Pendzez seemed only to require some stretching and flexing. Conor rolled his shoulders experimentally, continuing to tense and relax his muscles to let warmth slip into them. As Pendzez seemed finished and content with the little warm up, Conor straightened his back and let a pleasant shiver run up his spine as his back cracked silently. He nodded obediently when the red eyed man asked if he was ready. The excited smile was back now, and he could not force it away as long as the anticipation and joy ran so thickly through him. He was truly enthusiastic about this, it was clear for all to see.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 04-13-2010, 08:03 AM

OOC: Really sorry.

Silence came for a good moment. The master was ready for the student. Red orbs looked upon the youth, seeing the anticipation of receiving the knowledge of the white wolf in Karate. "Let us begin." A push of air went through the trees and past Pendzez's ears. "Watch my movements." He then moved into a stance which was more common in Karate, positioning his legs into certain spots. He placed his closed in palms to both of his hips. He let out a straight-punch into the air with his right, then drew it back in to his hip, then repeated with his left. Each punch he twisted to face his palms from up to down, moving his hips to increase the force and strength. "Focusing energy into a small area, such as two fingers can cause more damage than a whole fist. Rotating the hips will help increase speed and strength."

Conor Soul · 04-19-2010, 07:45 AM

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True focus was a stance free of thought, and lilac eyes narrowed slightly, though the muscles there relaxed rather than tensed as he breathed silently with his gaze set upon the man that he would refer to as Master. There were unacceptable amounts of cruelty and violence in the world and what they were doing right now was to Conor a necessity. It had not gone by unnoticed that the greatest warriors owned the most tranquil minds. Cwmfen nic Graine had been a warrior. Onus had been a vigilant guardian and Pendzez Zazkex was a peaceful member of the Valley pack. Conor was born from chaos and raised by violence, but the currents of his mind were rarely rippled by forces lurking under the surface. There was the rage, but it could be controlled. He was stronger than his father.

The position his teacher took on was not new to the young cinnamon male, and Conor followed fluently; curling his hand into a fist and making sure his thumb was not embraced by the four other fingers. He had once been told that otherwise the thumb could be fractured if the punch was hard enough. The young boy did not want to risk such a thing. He found and tightened his muscles; gained control of his entire body. The boy obediently copied the movements of the white adult and let his breath shoot out sharply for each controlled punch. He tried to remember and feel the hips rotate as he punched at the innocent air, confident that his teacher would let him know if he did anything wrong.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 04-22-2010, 06:44 PM

Pendzez had his eye on Conor to see if he was doing it correctly. Everything seemed fine. Conor had the correct lag position, his hips were rotating correctly with each punch, his fists did spin as they punched forward. Conor knew what to do, form the looks of it. "Good." He continued on with that, then paused, but didn't break the stance. "Now, kick." he said as he lifted his foot into the air, returning it to the ground and raising his other foot in the same manner. "Kicking is common in self defense as in offense. There are many forms of kicking, but for now, do the same as me." He again repeated the kicking of his feet, raising one in the air, then the other.

Conor Soul · 05-02-2010, 06:19 AM

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He felt the crimson gaze of his teacher wash over his body, but it seemed Pendzez had nothing to comment on, and the young male felt a rush of contentment drug his senses. He quickly masked his surprise when they immediately next moved on to kicks. He had silently believed they would stick to katas in the very start, but trusted the white male to know what he was doing. Conor lifted his knee up to his stomach and kicked out with his foot before setting it firmly down and repeating the movement with his other foot. Easy enough. Balance was something he would have to master bit by bit, it seemed, but as long as the move was quick and explosive his balance was under control. The younger male nodded as the Valley wolf spoke. This was correct, Conor knew, and he already had a few taekwondo kicks that he continued to practise on weekly.

Pendzez Zazkex · 05-27-2010, 09:03 AM

Pendzez watched the boy as he moved from his fists to his feet. The boy was doing fine. The master was being a good teacher, and he was being a good student. The white male lifted his feet up into the air at an imaginary opponent. He was certain that the young male would grow into a fine warrior, having knowledge of Bushido. The boy was full of potential. "Very good. You are quick to execute, which is good." He was deciding whether he should do a different form of kicks instead of the basic kick. The spinning or roundhouse kick? "You know roundhouse kicks?"

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