The red droplets fall
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Word Count: 288
Forward Date: 5th April, 2011
Hope it's okay to forward date? Can change the date to whatever works ^^ Btw, i really couldn't resist a wet wolf fight/sparring/teaching thing :') Makes the situation much more interesting Big Grin


His fingers tensed, tightening around the pommel of his blade; the rough, worn down leather felt smooth within his palm. Every now and then, a rouge breeze would know the weapon; it would simply bounce and rock by his side, tugging at the belt that secured the scabbard to his waist. Just the feel of the sword by his side reassured him; by simply carrying it, he knew that if something bad happened he would more able to defend himself and others. His needed to defend didn’t come from his pride as a warrior, nor did it stem from the feeling of superiority and the respect that some warriors bathed in. Much to his dismay, the young Dasa had fallen head over heels in love with Anathema, and for that very reason he strived… along with a few less pure motives, he strived to improve his skills.


As the sun had barely begun to rise that morning, he had left the familiar caves behind him, carrying few possessions; a pair of jeans, which he wore, his katana, a crudely made comb and a length of string. Travelling at a fast pace, he headed towards his desired destination; the serene sands.


By the time he had made it to the sand shores, the sun was standing proudly in the sky; its rays blinding and burning at the same time. Carefully, he took in the scents and surrounding area, the dumped all his belongings by a large rock he’d found. The rock was large that stood away from the gentle tide. Satisfied his goods were hidden out of sight, he moved into the water and began to leisurely swim, the cool wet liquid relaxing tense muscles and calming his mind.



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+3. I'm no Furry, but I highly approve of wet, muscular warriors in combat. ;o


Mornings were quiet, much like the bone hued male that emerged from the caves of Anathema before the sun rose above the mountains. It was a perfect time to get away - when no one wanted anything from you. The foreign warrior, trained to be eager to please his king and queen, would leave to be alone with the privacy of his thoughts.. and be back before anyone noticed he was gone.

Thundering steps were taken towards the shores, ascending and descending the rocky mountain cliff. Viking's axe, once his father's, still remained at his side; though there was no intention to use it, it was very much a part of him like the scars that marred his physique. Memory allowed him to remember where the shores were, hidden by a large rock face, making the place secluded. Viking had been to the area a couple of times, occasionally to stare out into the horizon - towards his homeland.

But the silent warrior could never blame what the Band had done to him, as he descended the cliff to meet the soft, nearly untouched sand. It was more of what he did to them. King deserved to be cast out, for attempting to save the life of one whose life was as good as gone... and forever would that black memory remain, strapped to the giant's face for all the world to see.

Making a final leap down from atop a jutting rock, an audible 'THUD' was heard as the over-sized, bone washed male made it onto the sands. The morning sun had reached its destination over the mountains, bathing the warrior in sunlight, making him appear almost white. Only a few steps were taken towards the shore, however, before his single eye caught the glance of a black form in the water, feet ahead. Beneath closed lips, the warrior gritted his teeth, unable to tell who the character was or if they even belonged to these lands. A rush of instinct crawled through Viking, finding himself unsure of whether to confront the stranger or just turn around and go back the way he came.

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

(WC: 241)
My thoughts exactly ^^


In Character

A dark ear twitched, picking up the sound of something falling, although the sound was muted by the sand, whatever fell must have been of some size. Turning his body to face the direction in which the sound had came from, he cast his eyes over the sandy beach, locating the source of the sound with ease. Twisting his body and moving his legs underneath him, he placed his feet upon solid ground and instantly started to wade his way through the water and back onto the sandy shore.


This area was well within Anathema territory and he did not recognise the intruder, but in this situation he was at a disadvantage. The young Dasa had left his weapon, hidden behind the stone in which he had planned to nap on whilst his fur dried, and at that moment he was kicking himself for letting his guard down.


As he emerged onto the sand, his muscles tensed and his eyes glowered at the male. Scanning his memory, he did not recognise the male by sight and his scent was overwhelmed by the waters scents and unreliable at that moment. If the male was an intruder, he was skilled to have gotten so deep into Anathema territory without being detected.


Carefully, he took a few slow steps towards the rock. He couldn’t do much unarmed, and so for now he would have to get to his stuff before he confront the stranger.


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;3


The bone giant watched with intense curiosity as the shadow waded through the water and back onto the sands. Even the gentle, passing breeze that swept his braids about his shoulders did nothing to help Viking identity the man. He was large, and strong, a good indication of a fighter. Ruby eye drifted to where the strange shadow was walking towards - a rock with a pile of things upon it. It seems as if King were the one intruding upon this man's.. bathing hour, or something.

But he wasn't about to turn back now. Viking wasn't going to look like the fool - instead, he took an obvious step forward towards the water, heavy prints staying behind; as if he intended to be here. The colossal male did peregrinate the mountain that day towards the beach, too, but with different motives. Salt water lapped over his foot, cool in comparison to the dull heat of the sand. Gripping his axe handle, he gave a nod towards the other, gruff voice bouncing off the rock walls and echoing slightly. "Bror eller fiende?" As Viking fell silent once more, letting the other natural sounds drown out his voice, his pierced ear moved forwards in waiting.

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

WC:386 - o.o Had a burst of muse!! And i so did not forget his irritating little bird xD


In Character

Cautiously, he moved towards his pile of belongings in near silence, that was until the other spoke. In response to the other, he simply frowned and raised an eye brow. What the? Repeating the words within his head, he tried to understand what the other had said; normally he wasn’t that bad with canines and accents, but the male’s words were muffled and incoherent.


Finally, after playing around with the sounds, he believed to have figured out what the other had said; ‘Hello there friend?’ Or at least.. that’s what he thought the other said. Considering the other’s words, he wasn’t sure of the answer himself; was he a friend or a foe?


Edging another step closer to the rock so that he was within reaching range of his items, he bent down, eyes remaining fixed upon the larger male. Blindly, his hands grabbed at the heap of cloth and other belongings until he felt the smooth sheath of his blade. Curling his hand around it, he straightened up.


Instantly, he relaxed alittle, taking comfort in the knowledge that he was no longer un armed. His mind flashed through the various grips and stances he had picked up with the assistance of Liev; the grey male’s lessons still fresh in his min. One hand held firmly to the sheath, the other readily wrapped around the pommel.


A squawk of complaint came from the pile near the rocks and he recalled he had brought the pest Beyaz with him. It had been a day since he’d been lumped with the annoying white bird, but surprisingly he had grown accustomed to having it sat upon his shoulder, so accustomed that he often forget the crow’s existence until the pest deciders to cry out for attention.


Returning his focus back to the other, a thought crossed his mind. There was a saying.. all brawn and no brain, but did this apply to the male before him. Cocking his head to the side, he stared at the other for a moment, still not entirely sure who the male was and what he was doing upon Anathema territory. “Hello” he finally replied with words, his response was dull and short. “You would be?” he questioned; his hands were tied until he knew whether the one before him was friend or foe.


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+3. So sorry, I'm rushed this morning :d


Though Viking only had a single eye with which to see the world with, the giant was not blind. He watched with a bit of an irritated scowl on his countenance as the other found what he was looking for by a rock. The bone washed male nearly took a step forward until he saw the shadow draw out a sword - so he was a warrior after all. And, like all good warriors, this one wanted a sparring match.

It was a good thing King was always prepared, though this was the furthest thing from his mind earlier as he exited the mouth of the cave before the sun rose from its enclosure. The other asked a question that Viking did not comprehend among the crashing of the waves, but oftentimes even simple words were hard for the foreign one to grasp. Nevertheless, weapons spoke volumes from one fighter to another, and whether this male was from the same clan or not, they would soon meet blade to blade.

The large one took the initiative to step forward, walking closer to the black male, the grip on the leather-bound weapon tightening at every step. His form stopped when he was feet away from the other, still near the water's edge, his natural scowl now coupled with a spark of disappointment across his single eye. The scent of the other was now in his nostrils - he was a brother. Pierced ear moved backwards, uttering a single grunt over to the shadow. Drawing his axe towards himself, Viking lifted his free hand to grip the handle, the weapon turned sideways for the stranger, now his opponent, to see. In the proper stance, the giant male gave the greeting that was proper from his Band across the sea, one warrior to another. The battle would begin.

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

WC:274 - Post fail x.x


In Character

The larger male closed the space between them; a tightening of muscle drew the young Dasa’s eyes to the weapon the other carried,. An armed, large brute, huh? Apparently, today was not going to be one of those ‘quite, go for a swim in the sun’ days. Taking in a deep breath, he tested the air in an attempt to pick up the others scent. A lucky breeze drifted towards him and he finally managed to identify the other; although he had not met the stranger before, he recognised the male’s scent. He’s pack and a warrior to?


It was clear now, that the one before him was not a threat, at least not in the way he had assumed the other to be. Taking in the larger male’s stance and reading his body language, it was also clear his companion was looking for a fight.. and he was more than willing to comply.


Shifting his hand from the pommel, he wrapped it around the handle of his blade and drew it slightly from its sheath, in a silent show that he accepted the other’s challenge. Slowly, he widened his stance and dipped his foot into the sand to get better footing; he’d fought upon sand before and was well aware that it would affect his speed, which left him at a disadvantage. His opponent had greater physical strength than he, and under normal circumstances he would have relied upon speed to win, but now all he had was his mind and his sword.


A grin tugged at his lips and he finally pulled the weapon free from it’s scabbard. Let the fun begin.


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Psh, I bet this one's worse! -fail competition-


Viking watched as the sword was drawn from its sheath - a clear invitation to a spar between brothers. Though the shadow before him was large, the foreign giant was sure he was quick on his feet, even with the sand beneath them to slow them down. But the change in terrain was a welcome invitation, a challenge of sorts, to the bone washed fighter, surely proving to test the both of them to their fullest.

And it seemed it would be he to strike first, as the shadow before King posed in a fighting stance. It was strange, many of Viking's previous opponents - before he crossed the sea - nearly lunged at the chance to strike first, which gave the Verto male an opportunity to see how they moved. But attack priority mattered little to him, as large arms that once clutched the axe now tightened considerably, visible from his bare upper body. Leaving a heavy print in the sand, Viking charged towards the male with both hands gripping the axe, shoulder aimed at his opponent in attempts to swing upwards towards his collarbone.

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

WC:249 - Feel free to PP any injuries and such with Key ^^ (No touching his face tho!!!) You can decide whether he managed to completely dodge King's axe?


In Character

Alert now, he sharpened his senses and took in every detail of his surrounding area. When at a physical disadvantage, using that which was around him and his own speed was normally the best tactic to stay alive; and hopefully give him enough time to figure out how to win this spar. Within seconds he had his surroundings mapped out and the image ingrained within his mind. Tentatively, he tightened his grip; keeping space between his two hands which clutched his new found weapon.


When the other charged, he counted slowly in his head, working so that he got the timing just right. Thankfully it seemed as if the other hadn’t paid all that much attention to him dipping a paw into the sand; a small gesture which could be easily overlooked.


Cautiously, he watched the other raise his axe and he judge by the angle that the others aim was his shoulder. His instincts screamed for him to run and dodge, but he held his ground waiting patiently for the other to close in just alittle bit more.


And then he threw his foot up, twirling and leaping back in the same motion; sand was sent flying into the air, poorly aimed at the giant’s face. Water lapped at his paws and he noticed he was once more close to the moving tide.


Water or up-close and personal with a giant and his axe? The answer was easy, he stepped back once more, eyes never leaving the other.


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Mkkay Big Grin Hope you don't mind if Key didn't, but let me know otherwise. Also, this post contains exactly tree fitty words.


Some warriors had a method to their fighting, others studied books from famous human philosophers on the art of war and fighting itself. To King, neither of these things mattered. He was born with axe in hand, practically, and so fighting was not a duty, nor a hobby, but his lifestyle. It encompassed everything he was, and to prove himself some worth to his pack, and to his king and queen. But no matter how great a warrior he was, or thought he was, Viking only stopped training to eat, or sleep. The foreign male knew nothing else.

Every sparring partner was different, however. From the large Theodore to the young Itachi, King had yet to observe the moves and general style of this male. The brute lunged forward with his axe, the last connection to the homeland he once knew, senses fully alert. Viking overlooked the environment, however, and how one could use it to their advantage. Before his arms could complete their arch and meet their mark on the black warrior's body, a wave of sand came up towards his chin. It stalled the bone colored male, but he did not pull his weapon back.

Instead, the weapon met the surface of the black warrior's skin; receiving its first taste of blood, though barely. The shadow-hued fighter used sand to his advantage, and by the time Viking cleared his vision and shook his head of the offending grains, he glared as the other male slowly backed into the shores of the ocean. King grunted behind closed lips, frustration apparent as his nicked ear moved backwards upon his thick head of hair. Ruby eye observed the small red stain on the tip of his axe, and it only fueled the foreign warrior for more, as if feeling the need of the weapon itself. The male took thundering steps towards the other male, though cautiously, bracing himself as his feet became engulfed by foam. Silently, expectantly, he awaited for the other male to attack, keeping in mind the disadvantage of water and wet sand that would weigh down his feet.

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