A crow's cry

Alaki · 04-22-2011, 12:02 PM

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Forward Dated: 23rd April
Lemme know if FD is okay? And such a charming friendship he will have with the crow xD

Within his arms he cradled the small white bird, the net still tangled around it, its white feathers stained red from the small cut the threads had caused. Initially, the bird had struggled, kicking up as much of a fuss as it was capable of, but after awhile and a few death threats from the Dasa, the bird seemed resigned to its fate and had remained still within his arms since.

After stumbling across the captured creature, he had felt compelled to pick it up and take it home and he knew why; when he lost one he cared for, he found something to replace it. When he had lost Jay, he’d learned to depend upon the necklace Jay had given him, now he’d lost Selene and so he was using a small, helpless bird that reminded him of her to get over her death.

Despite his position as a Dasa, warrior of Anathema, he was a weak wolf; both in mind and body. He possessed none of the skills he needed to defend those close to him.

Entering the cave system that he called home, he sought out the pompous grey wolf for his assistance; hoping that Liev would know what to do with the bird and to see if Liev was willing to give him some lessons on how to use the blade that hung by his side.

But after his last encounter with the male, he didn’t get his hopes up; Liev had every right to reject his request for assistance, for he had threatened to kill him and attempted to..

Sighing, he hovered around outside Liev’s room, being indecisive about whether to ask the other for help or not. As he was about to turn around and give up, the small bird let out a piercing cry; announcing his presence to the world.

“You little piece of..” he growled down that the creature in his arms and he was sure the bird looked smug…

Liev Morozov · 04-22-2011, 12:32 PM

It was being a quiet, peaceful evening.

The Russian, retreated to his study, analised the tubes and the changing colors of the multiple chemicals inside them. So far, none of those colors displeased his wise knowledge of their meanings. They all showed him exactly what he wanted to see - why would he be mad at that?

He had decided to take this day to take samples of the earth where he was planning to settle down the grazing fields, just to see if they were a good soil. The better the soil, the better is the grass that grows. And the better the grass, the better food for the livestock. Simple as that. And, from his simple knowledges on alchemy and chemestry, analising the soil wouldn't be much of a task.

A sudden squak just outside his door got the male off his guard. Luckily, years worth of working with chemicals granted him steady hands, which avoided a tragic accident if that glass with [html]aqua fortis[/html] he held on his hands was to fall on his table or worse, on his lap.

The grayish wolf turned slowly to his door while putting down the glass on its holster just as slowly and finally, got up. He found it weird, for that cry sounded exactly like a crow, and as far as he knew, no crows lived inside the cave system. Unless someone brought it inside? But what for?

He moved out his leather door and, for his surprise, he saw none other than Alaki looking rather mad at whatever he held on his arms - which seemed to be some sort of net or tangled pieces of straw.

"Alaki...! What are you doing here?" He asked, surprised at the minimun. Ever since that unfortunate meeting with the AniWayan J'adore at the borders, both Anatheman seemed to avoid each other. Liev did it only because the other seemed to feel bad about it, and he knew he would came back to talk about it, sooner or later. All the Russian was doing was giving the younger warrior the time and space to think it all through.

Alaki · 04-22-2011, 12:45 PM

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Smile

A groan passed his lips before he could reign it back in; the stupid bird had blown his cover. Looking down at the white pile of feathers, the temptation to ring the birds neck was there, but he resisted and settled on growling a harsh warning at the bird. “What part of shut up did you not understand, you filthy little pest?” thanks to the birds sudden need to cry out, he now had no choice but to confront the other wolf and ask for his assistance.

Reluctantly, he turned to face the light Anzu. He made no attempt to hide the irritation he felt from reaching his expression; Liev had seen him loose it before, so there was no point in acting as if he wasn’t majorly annoyed. “Ya look after the animals right? Found this pain in the butt down at the quartz shoreline” he moved his arms outwards, so that the other could see the bird in which they cradled.

“Frigging thing wouldn’t shut up crying, so I figured I’d take him back and see if someone could sort him out…” he mumbled. What he said had been close enough to the truth; he’d found the bird crying and screaming up a storm and taken pity upon it, there was no need to mention how he saw the white creature covered in cuts and thought of Selene.

Looking down, he saw the bird give him a questioning look and he was sure the pest had picked up on his partial lie. To silence the bird, he gave it another threatening look.

“Anything you can do for it?”

Liev Morozov · 04-22-2011, 02:24 PM

The lighter male turns around, revealing a white bird. At first, the Russian believed it was a seagull, but soon that hypotesis was discarded, since the sound that came from it was surely that of a crow. He then notices the caracteristic beak and beady eyes of the bird, and he understood. It was a white crow!!

The Russian had to take a few seconds to actually process all that such rarity brought. The legends of a white crow he heard from the storytellers of his old pack, that it was a pure soul cursed to roam the world until its scores with the material world was settled. Also, the scientific parts, which implied a rare color mutation that could happen in pratically every living being: the impossibility to create pigments.

He gulped down all those thoughts and mentioned for the other to get inside. Why wouldn't he help such a magnificent creature?! He simply smiled towards the male in an attempt to hide his enthusiasm. "I'd say I can do pretty much everything it needs" He said, gesturing to the other table. The one not filled with his alchemy sets and alos the closest one.

Liev took off his knife in order to cut out the string restraining the poor bird, but the sight of the blade made it struggle. Gently but surely, he steadied the crow, unabling it to move much on the grasp of his hand. Even though it didn't stop it to scream its throat out. Within minutes, the bird was free, which meant that it could move much more freely now.

"Could you hold it for a second while I get the rest of my supplies? Just hold it like this and it shouldn't be much trouble." The grayish male spoke, showing the warrior how to properly hold down the crow.

Alaki · 04-22-2011, 03:04 PM

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xD

Reluctantly, he followed the Anzu into his room; the white pest wriggled slightly within his arms, digging it’s claws into his arms in a silent complaint. Despite his unease around the other, he was relived that Liev had agreed to assist him regarding the bird’s treatment. That one was problem down… once the bird was treated, he’d tackle the second part of why we had sought the male out; combat training.

Following the other’s gesture he placed the bird carefully onto the table, his eyes scanning over the other table full of foreign objects he had nether seen before. Trust Liev to have a strange hobby…

Silently, he stepped back and watched as the other tried to cut the bird free from the tangled thread. When he had found the bird, he had only been carrying his katana and had decided that cutting the thin net away with the sword would be a bad idea; instead he had cut around the bird, freeing it from the majority of the net so he could carry it. Looking back, he wished he had managed to remove more of the netting than he had.

He flinched as the bird screamed, his ears ringing from the sharp sound. But quickly enough, the bird was freed from the net. At Liev’s command, he silently moved over to the bird, but instead of moving to hold it down straight away, he simply stared down at the bird for a moment, baring his teeth a little; the pest wasn’t as dumb as it would like others to think it was, it knew well enough to sit still.

Regardless, he mimicked the hold in which Liev had used and restrained the nuisance’s movements. “It’s not seriously damaged then?” he asked, unsure of whether the bird’s ability to fly would be hampered by such injuries.

Liev Morozov · 04-22-2011, 03:48 PM

The other folowed, though he could sense a rather unease aura surrounding Alaki. Still, he managed to keep the bird down while Liev went further deeper into the cave in search for his medicinal herbs' pots and a few other things.

The warrior inquired about the injuries, but the male wasn't still fully sure of how grave they were just yet. That bird might as well have a broken wing and neither of the wolves know of it just yet. Anything can happen. Or did. "I'm not sure yet..." He said simply as he returned to the table.

The Russian put down the retrieved itens down on the table, and motioned for the other to let him take the lead again. Once the crow was back of his grip, the Anzu started to gently feel around the crow's body in search for any broken bones and such. After a long enough search, he found nothing. Lucky soul! And for the somehow astonishment of the grayish man, the bird stood still during the analisys. It probably figured they didn't really wanted to hurt him, on the very contrary.

The male then started to look after those cuts on his wings and body. They very small and it seemed part of the bleeding had stopped. With soothing gentle fingers, the male massaged the injuries with the thick, rather smelly grub of herbs. As far as he could tell, the bird was rather enjoying it, except for some small cries here and there, when he'd hit a painful part of the wounds. Luckily, they weren't that high nor that often.

Once he was done, he inspected the bigger feathers of the bird, as well as the ones on the tail. If he had broken one of those and if it was too close to its root, it could infect and turn into a real problem. Lucky for him, the broken feathers weren't many; just three, which Liev had a rather hard time plucking off. It could still fly, even with thos missing feathers.

"Well, that's pretty much all I can do for this little guy. All I can say is to be careful when moving it, especially on the wing - they seem particularly sore. Also, keep it well-fed and with water available at all times. Nuts, fruits, seeds and maybe a bit of meat should do well for his diet. Let him get some rest and sunshine from time to time, but try not to expose it too much. Albine creatures are very sensitive to it." He said, cleaning his dirty hands with a piece of cloth and gathering together all his things. "Oh, and be careful. Once it gets more strong, it might try to fly. It's too weak to make a long enough time on the air, but still." He warned, this time looking at the other male's face.

Alaki · 04-22-2011, 04:17 PM

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Onto combat and control training? xx

Stepping back, he let the Anzu do his thing; he had no idea about how to treat the bird and was rendered useless baggage in the situation at hand. He watched with interest as the other worked and was surprised to see the grey male pluck a few feathers from the pest.

As the other spoke, he frowned. It was as if Liev was expecting him to take care of the creature himself! He’d brought the pain to the Anzu so he wouldn’t have to be responsible for it. Sighing, he looked the white bird in the eye, giving him a look that he wished could kill.

Bending down, so that he was eye level with the bird, he stared into its red-ish, pink rimmed eyes. “I guess I’m stuck with you, huh?” he moaned to the bird, who silently hopped onto Alaki’s shoulder. Turning his head, to see the bird, he continued to lecture the creature. “At least I won’t have to carry you any more” he complained “If you’re with me, no pooping in my room, no screaming, and heck, probably a lot more no’s aswell.” He told the bird in a firm voice, expecting the creature to understand.

Turning from the pest, he stood up and looked at Liev, “Thanks for sorting him out. Nuts, fruits, meat, no sun and no flying” he repeated the orders. Pausing for a moment, he considered whether to ask the second favour of the male or not. “Liev.. truth is I was planning to drop by anyway. I was hoping if you would, erm, um…” he stopped, feeling awkward; asking others for help was something new to him and he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it.

Liev Morozov · 04-22-2011, 04:46 PM

Oh yeah ;P PP btw?

As the Russian went back to the farthest dug up shelves on his room to organize all his itens, you hear Alaki speaking to the bird. God, you can feel the love emanating from that scene.

Nonetheless, he was about to turn back when he nticed Alaki's attention went back to him. The grayish male went back to the table, of course noticing the bird that know sat rather confortably on Alaki's shoulder. No wonder, of course. Crow are highly intelligent birds, and it surely got a hang of the whole situation quite quickly. Still, the stuttering speech of the Dasa would make him smile.

Of course he didn't. The last thing he wanted was to embarass the male and probably make him change his mind. Oh no, you had been waiting for quite sometime for the younger warrior to step out and talk to him. Unfortunately, he seemed to need a little hand on it.

"Help you with the sword trainning...?" The Russian spoke suddenly. It was a wild guess, but taking the male's face, he was assured it was the right one. Yes, everyone noticed his awfully awkward use of the blade, which clearly spoke up his lack of aptitude with the katana.

Liev wasn't much used to longer blades, but he surely had a good grasp on the subject. In fact... he might as well have some book on that blade...! He spun on his heels and went for the three shelves filled to the top with books and more books. The Anatheman began to scavenge on all the huge and old books - carefully enough not to damage them, of course. In record time, he found it. The symbols were not the ones used neither in English or even Russian language. As far as he knew, those were "Japanese". Yes, Japanese. He also had a book with tranlations on that particular iconography, but it was a trainning book, and it had more picture than anything, actually.

The Russian presented the book to the Dasa. "This should help a lot, if you wish to train by yourself once our classes are done." The male spoke, placing his hands on his waist, since the other had taken the book. Of course, he had already accepted to teach him, as implied on his sentence.

Alaki · 04-22-2011, 05:20 PM

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Haha. He's whispering to the crow o.o

At the others guess he flinched, staring at the male with suspicion. “How’d you..” he stared, mouth hanging open in surprise; apparently the Anzu was more perceptive than he given him credit for. Recovering from the shock, his expression turned into a sour frown; he was not impressed that the other had read his intentions so easily. The white pest dug its claws into his shoulder, picking up on his change of mood and tensing body.

Turning to the bird, he shot it a silent warning look, and then nodded to confirm Liev’s guess. Thinking more rationally, the other had seen his poor attempt at using his blade. Despite having read attack strategies and practised them with Tala, he couldn’t execute them at all. Then, there was the minor problem that was his temper…

Alert now, he cautiously watched as the other spun around and went to find something. “Never trust that guy, he acts way too nice all the time; he’s got to have some secret or be plotting something. The nice guys are always like that” he whispered to the companion sat on his shoulder. Patiently, he waited for the other to locater whatever it was he was hinting for. After a short wait, the Anzu returned with a book in hand.

Grabbing the book from the other, he looked down upon it, recognising a few words here and there. “Forms and Grips, huh?” he read out loud. Peering up from the book, he looked up to the male. “Erm, thanks for this Liev. You know you coulda just turned me down, heck, you had every right to.”

Flicking through the pages of the book, he looked at the various pictures. “I found a book on attack strategies, but it made a lot of references to forms and specific grips. Guess I shoulda learned the basics first instead of just jumping right in?” he thought aloud.

Liev Morozov · 04-29-2011, 02:55 PM

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lol You could say Alaki is.... pretty much silly? >D

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The grayish warrior could hear the other speaking, but he couldn't distinguish the words clearly. Taking that, he imagined he was probably mumbling to himself something, or worse, talking to the bird. Already.

Once the book came to the other male's hands, he read some of the words written, and it made one of the Russian's eyebrown twitch upwards. He could read Japanese? Impressive. It was a language different from the Ocidental ones in origin, writting, structure, and a few more things as well, turning them especially difficult for most to master. After the first stun, he smiled a little.

"Yes, 'first things first' is always a good way to start." He agreed when the male mentioned he had read another book on the subject. "Besides, good thing you already have some background with this type of blade. It gives us something to work on, eh?"

He moved forward, body language instructing the other to follow. If they were to train, it would be best to do somewhere with not so many fragile objects. Especially the ones on his possession. On the way out, the grayish man put out all the fires and lidded all the glasses on his experiments and made a mental note to clean those up when he got back.

Alaki · 04-29-2011, 03:41 PM

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Bah, boring post :')

Book in hand; he followed the other out of Liev’s room. Without a doubt, they could not practice within the confines of Liev’s room… no matter how much fun he could have had with ‘accidentally’ destroying some of the Anzu’s property. What can he say? Even though Liev had helped him in the situation with J’Adore, and was helping him again… he still held a grudge.

“You can see how well that ‘background knowledge’ served me last time. It’s all nonsense and impossible to apply in a real situation” especially if you loose your temper, the last part he thought to himself. Moving forward, the two walked out of the cave system and into the trees, heading for a clearing where they could practice without destroying anything.

Weaving through the trees, he cast his mind back to the book he had read before, refreshing his knowledge on it so that if asked, he could answer the necessary questions. Overall, the book had lightly touched on places to aim and the best angles and such to cut with, complimented with form combinations to disarm, immobilize and kill and the necessary grips to complete certain tasks. None of which had made a lot of sense to him at the time, but with the help of Liev, he may finally understand how to properly use the weapon he carried.

As he emerged into the opening, the young Dasa took in his surroundings; all around were trees, a small stream passing through the far left part of the opening, but overall the ground seemed smooth enough. “This place should work?” he looked to the other, to see if he agreed or if they would have to continue searching for a suitable location.

Liev Morozov · 04-29-2011, 04:13 PM

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BLUH no problem >P Also, badass teacher Liev mode is on. BTW, hover for translation v3v

They walked out of the cave systems, both silent and immersed in their own thoughts. Liev's were remembering all he could about the Dasa's new weapon. Most of those were historical information on the subject, and most were useless for the pratical parts. Well, most, that is. The youger male might not like to have a small lecture on the theory bits on the society that created that weapon, which would certainly lead to a better understanding and use with the blade.

Yet, still pictures of books he read during his wanderings began to take life inside his mind, moving according to what the book said. Those were going to be useful.

They stepped into a good enough clearing, and the other spoke. "Yes, here is okay." The Anzu said, turning to the other. He looked around a bit, absorving all his trainned senses could muster. Purple orbs found a long, thick fallen branch on the borders of the small creak, not too far. The Russian took it on his hands, moving it around a bit.

"Take this, da?" The grayish male said, throwing it to the other, his accent and voice suddenly turning deeper. It was just how it worked for him, his "serious bussiness" self. His eyes were much harder and colder, like real cold amesthysts staring into the male. The white crow, still sitting on Alaki's shoulder, shrunk down a bit by making his feathers un-pluff, probably out of the sudden change into the Russian's aura. "Let's start. What do you know about your new weapon, molodoi uchenik?" The male spoke, ack resting on a tree behind him, arms crossed over his chest. Try as you may, if his stance didn't take the other aback, his aura and heavy glare would. The Russian was a good teacher, but he took such a role seriously, all pros and cons implied. And no, the sudden Russian use was not actually intecional. It was a part of him, and there was no denying it. If anything, he was only showing the fellow Anatheman his true self, no polite gentleman shell. He was a warrior of heart and soul, and it was that nature of his that now reflected from his deep hard eyes.

Alaki · 04-29-2011, 05:11 PM

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Go random Katana facts :')

More by reflex, than by skill, he caught the stick Liev had thrown at him and gave it a childish test swing, swiping it through the air and creating a ‘swoosh’ sound. His ears perked up at the others question, “Hrmm, gimmie a sec” he replied, then he headed over to the base of a nearby tree and placed the white bird down, along with taking off his actual Katana; since it seemed he would be practicing with a stick instead of the real thing.

Recalling all of the relevant information, he began to recite it as it came to mind as if he was reading from the books themselves. “Generally, a Katana’s length varies between 60-73 cm depending in the time in which it was made. Mine is 72cm.” he took a breath and made a few nonsense sound effects as he continued to decide what information was relevant and that which wasn’t. “Alongside a Katana’s, a human warrior would carry a wakizashi or shoto, but I only came across the single blade; I don’t think that matters much, but the short blades were mentioned in the book I found, so I don’t know” he shrugged, to emphasise his lack of knowledge there.

“Due to it’s particular sharpness, there are quite a few necessary precautions to keep in mind when handling it; yet aside from that, said precautions weren’t actually mentioned.” Which, at the time had greatly irritated the young Dasa; why even mention these precautions but not actually tell you what they were? “I know of storage and maintenance, along side basic fighting strategy book, I found maintenance one and it covers more than enough in detail.” The second book was the better find; with it he had pretty much managed to restore the blade back to how it once was.

“The first 2inches of the blade are used to cut” he said, indicating from the tip of his stick to roughly 2 inches down it. “The rest of what I know were theories about targeting fatal spots upon an opponents body and using blocks to create openings” he shrugged once more. “Aside from those theories and trivial information, I know not a lot, and the theories themselves are useless since I have no understanding of the attack angles they require and the holds, grips, etc.”

Liev Morozov · 04-29-2011, 05:41 PM

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Go MOAR random katana facts

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The older male nodded slowly, organizing his thoughts. Yes, Alaki did knew a good lot about it, but not much about the historical part of it. Too bad that; since he would have to spend a good time explainning it a bit.

The Russian took a good, deep breath before starting. "Yes, you know a lot about the theory on the pratical use of a katana, but not the theory on its whole background. To understand a weapon and use it properly, one must first understand it's history, it's context.

A katana is a japanese saber blade created during the Muromachi period, and used mostly by samurais and ninjas. About the wakizaki you mentioned; those were similar blades but shorter, mostly used on indoors fights, while the katana is more fit for the open fields. Also, some of the fighting styles utilized both blades, even though the katana was meant to be used by both hands." The Russian finished his own little speech, but had a new one at the ready. "I do hope you know about samurais, the main holders of the katanas." He spoke solemnly and waited a second or two before restarting. "Grand noble warriors known for their skill with the blade, loyalty to their masters and, most of all, their discipline. If you want to learn the art of the katana, you ought to learn from the bests. And by that, follow their ways as well. You might want to escape it for now, but you will eventually clash with their knowledge, sooner or later." He spoke, warning the young Dasa about a simple fact of life. If you want to learn about something - anything - you will, eventually, face the works of the best in that subject.

Alaki · 04-29-2011, 07:41 PM

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Key = bad student ¬.¬

Initially, he sat there and listened, as a good student should. But the longer he listened, the more he found himself becoming fixated on one thought; that god dammed smart arse! It was as if the Anzu was reading from a Katana fact book! He had guessed the Anzu would have some knowledge on fighting with blades, maybe one or two specific things he could teach him; after receiving it, he had assumed that they’d work from the book and figure out that out, but no. Liev was already more than well informed on Katanas and it annoyed the young Dasa beyond belief.

Thankfully, before he had a chance to let hit temper flare, the other directed a question at him that made him stop and think. Those with greater knowledge? Why did you think I asked for you assistance? But instead of voicing his complaints, he simply nodded. “I know the basics of samurais” he added, to make sure Liev knew that he was actually paying attention… or atleast somewhat doing so.

“If by following theirs ways, I can improve myself, then that would be the obvious course of action. But how would I go about that?” he asked.

Liev Morozov · 04-29-2011, 08:37 PM

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Epic sweet moves Big Grin

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The Dasa, the other could tell, was the kind of student that wanted to be the best, but also in the fastest way possible. Sadly, it was a paradox. There was no mastering of any technique without time, patience and discipline. In his deep scanning gaze, the Russian could also tell the other was unpleased by something. Maybe his knowledge, maybe his way of teaching... the Anzu wasn't sure of which it wa. Either way, he couldn't stop now. They had barely started!

When the other asked how to do it, the Russian smiled. Not the kind, warm smiles he smiled all the time. No. It was more of a wicked grin a devil would give to its next victim. "That's where I come in, dorogoi uchenik!" The grayish male spoke simply and walked towards his pupil, taking the katana from the holster on the other male's waist, careful not to hit him - even if he moved from the older's sudden actions -, and held it with one hand at first, but then held it properly, angling it so it was about 45° from the horizontal, in the base position. One of his hands rested on the upper half of the handle, while the other gripped right below.

"Take note, malyutka..." He spoke, and let the other look on how he held the weapon at first, and began to perform simple attack and defense moves, stating the names of the grips and moves as he went, slow enough for the other to imprint the image and relate it with the names.

Alaki · 04-29-2011, 09:05 PM

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Blah post x.x

Eyes rimmed with suspicion glared out at Liev, as he watched the other take his Katana; he did not take well to another handling his weapon and his instincts screamed for him to snatch it back, despite how dangerous and stupid such actions would be. However, he managed to keep level headed and allowed the other to take his sword; as an extra precaution, he crossed his arms across his chest to make sure he didn’t make a move to reclaim the weapon.

Silently he watched as the Anzu handled his weapon; taking in how he held one hand above another, keeping a space between the two instead of placing his hands next to each other. After seeing the grip and the following movements, he could see the advantages to holding it in such away; it allowed the user to apply more power behind each strike.

With ears perked up, his listened, his mind absorbing each word and move his instructor introduced him to, noting the subtle differences between each one; a straight down strike, one coming down from above at an angle, which could injure another’s legs. Piece by piece, he matched up the moves with the knowledge he already had and he could see where he had been going wrong; which was pretty much everywhere and everything he’d done.

“Considering the angles and such, would it not be best to immobilize an opponent, say go for their legs, and then go for the kill? My strength is in speed over power and I doubt I could slay with one hit…” he asked, for after looking at the moves Liev had shown him, he could not see himself taking down an opponent in one strike; power was not his forte, speed was, and so he figured that if he gave himself an advantage over an opponent, an weaker attack would be capable of killing.

Liev Morozov · 04-29-2011, 09:36 PM

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Liev. He's being awesome again v3v

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As he went, he noticed the blue gaze from his new apprentice on his moves and movements as the Russian made his little show-off. The darker male than spoke, cutting him off between two moves. Purple eyes darted to the other for his full attention. Strenght is not his forte, eh? As if the older warriror didn't notice it.

"Yes, uchenik, I know. I noticed it during our... unfortunate encounter with J'adore that day. You used most of yourspeed to make a momentum big enough to conpensate your lack of strenght and add it to your hit. Or you would have, if you had actually succeeded on those moves." The other spoke, retaking his pose, one hand on his waist, the other hanging besides his body, the tip of the blade barely touching the ground. "But you won't need as mcuh strenght as you imagine. Nor use all your speed." He said solemnly, making a quick drawing on the ground in front of his feet before returning to the other, the same wicked smile on his face again. "All you need is the way of using your weapon, the skill. The technique. Win the technique, and you win the world." He put it out plainly. The Russian didn't win all those wars from his speed, stamina or strenght. No, those were all a consequence from his trainning. His trainnings to master the techniques.

"And that's all I'll teach you, malyutka. The technique. All that come from it, will be your profit. Nothing more." The Anzu spoke again, this time, handing the sword back to its owner, both hands open wide, supporting the sharp blade on them. He waited until the Dasa took the saber back and pointed to a thin tree not too far. It wasn't all that thick; about as thick as a regular luperci torso.

"I dare you to pierce through that tree." The Russian said, an empty face showing.

Alaki · 04-30-2011, 12:19 PM

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Continuation of the blah posts x.x

It pleased him to know that despite his lack of physical prowess, he could still be a formidable opponent with his blade if he mastered the techniques to it; which he, without a shadow of doubt, planned to do. Some may say that, as he is, he is strong, but the young Dasa always saw himself as weak, seeking to gain more strength to protect those he cared for. He’d lost those he cared for before and blamed his lack of strength and so, to him, strength was all he strived for. Within his mind, only the strong lived happy lives and achieved what they wished for.

At the Anzu’s dare, he raised both eyebrows and a childish grin stretched across his lips. ”Kougi furui baka! I shall take you up on that dare!” reaching out, he took his bladed and marched towards the designated tree. Mimicking the grip and stance in which he’d seen Liev use, he familiarized himself with the feel, glad to have his weapon back in hand once more.

Eyeing the tree, the task itself didn’t seem to hard; simply stick his katana into it in one go. Focusing on the stabbing motion he had observed, he concentrated solely on it and his body moved with the images in his mind. As the tip of the blade hit the tree, he could feel the resistance in his arms and applied more force until he felt the blade begin to seep into the tree.

After a few moments, he had the Katana in the tree by at least 1 ½ inches. Stepping back, he left the blade stuck in the tree and admired his work. Turning back to Liev, childish glee upon his face, “Anata ga furui onara o taikutsu to, sono sanshou shit e kudasai ka?!” he shuted at the Anzu, then realized that Liev most likely had no idea what he was shouting and so he repeated this time, in a more polite manner, “Hows that?”.

Liev Morozov · 04-30-2011, 06:04 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

Liev is not impressed ¬¬

In Character

Alaki spoke in Japanese, but it didn't mean the Russian couldn't understand. A few words here and there, but just the enough to make his pruple eyes reflect in an almost murderous disapproving leer. The thick fur on his back and mostly on his neck got to their tip, showing he wasn't please by the other's comments. Not. One. Bit.

Yet, he took his challenge, and the grayish male used those few minutes in which the other attempted to complete the given task to free himself from that feeling of disgrace and filfth. He never accepted to be taken down by that, especially when the other had nothing on him to free him from the guilt.

As expected, the other couldn't do much. The Dasa managed to get through only a little of the sword's tip, and it made the other let his head fall into one of his palms, fingers lightly massaging the start of a headache.

"This is no good, moi uchenik beschestno... You have no technique at all.... orokana." He said, remembering to make a small conotation that he did knew a bit of Japanese. He walked to the tree and, with one single brute push, tore off the sword from the tree. Taking a starting position, he prepared for his own strike. In a swift and yet steady movement, he pierced almost a third of the blade's lenght into the tree. Yes, it did took a bit of his strenght for that, but mostly, his knowledge in vegetable anatomy, as well in the manipulation of sabers, did most of the work.

The Russian let go of the sword and stood in a nearly peaceful pose, but part of his pelt was still standing high. That feeling was still there. "Also, another thing. Samurais weren't only great warriors. They were also artists, poets. They were a perfect example that balance is everywhere, and one must achieve its own inner balance in order to achieve one's goals." The Russian stated, and slowly turned to the other. "Try to keep that in mind." He said, amesthysts still drilling holes into the other's face. Again, he took the sword back from the tree, but in a somewhat more brutal move. He then dug it into the soft ground for the other. "Class dismissed. Same place, next noon. Try to practive a bit in the meanwhile, da?" He spoke simply, turning away from the other and walking away. On the way out, he passed under the tree the albino crow sat, cleaning its feathers. The Anzu didn't stop, but did whistle a few warnings to the bird. The action startled it when he spoke in low speech, but it cawed a surprised yes. He then made a good nod to the bird and resumed his track of thoughts. Which weren't much other than how this would be a long, long apprenticeship

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