Blade Dancing

Soran Aatte · 10-12-2011, 04:06 PM

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Private for Jazper/Mel-face <3 with apologies for taking so long! Can this be backdated to the 7th or 8th of October please? Otherwise Soran will be inujured XD

The morning was surprisingly bright when all things were considered. The sun was hidden beneath a blanket of thick looking grey clouds, the breeze that blew across the lands not seeming to make any difference to the sky, not seeming to want to blow the clouds away. It had clearly rained during the night, the grass was still damp, as were the dying leaves still clinging to the branches of the tall trees that were scattered about the lands, but there seemed to be no further signs of rain, at least not yet. All around the small animals that shared the pack lands with the wolves were scurrying here and there, making their final preperations and gatherings before the winter chill took hold of the land once again and sent them all into times when food was difficult to find. Soran sat in the middle of this, the sable Aedile was examining the sword that she had found in the small storage cupboard in her room more closely; it seemed sturdy enough, though the green eyed lady was far from an expert on these matters. She sat quietly, turning the sword this way and that in her hands, musing on what a helpful asset it could be in the war, she already had her hunting knife and the basic hand to hand combat knowledge that Dayna had taught her, but she did not know how to use this larger weapon, she could not help but think that it might be the asset that she would require when the war raged once again. She pressed her thumb to the blade, it did not seem sharp enough for her liking, this was no worry though, the sable female had a steel in her room, she would be able to sharpen it quickly enough, just as she had done with the hunting knife, when she had found it it had been dull with age, but now it was wickedly sharp and made a fantastic thrown weapon. It was currently in it's holster on her upper thigh, her satchel was on the floor beside her, the sable Aedile had collected many useful items over the years and often had a collection of them with her at any given time, today was not exception to this.

Soran gave a yawn and reached up, stretching her arms high above her head, she was sat cross legged on the ground, not too far from the manor; she kept it in view now when she had simply popped out for a walk, she did not like the idea of anything happening to her loved ones, her children or Mati, or indeed Deuce, no she needed to stay close in case there was any trouble. The dark female had been considering patrolling the borders, but had decided against it, instead picking this spot in the clearing and examining the sword that she had taken out with her carefully. She needed someone to teach her to use it, warfare seemed to have moved on, no longer was it fought by Secui wolves with sharp fangs and even sharper wits, now it seemed that the Optime form was more preferred and that carrying weapons was the norm. The Aedile had usually fought in her Lupus form, being most comfortable and confident in that shape, but now that she had learnt some hand to hand combat she supposed that she could fight in her Optime form. At the battle she had taken on her Secui form, changing and shifting without much thought, how she had wished that she had been in her Optime form though, then she would have had her hunting knife with her and she would have thrown it and buried it in the back of that large grey male that had kidnapped Anu. The sable female's eyes darkened as she thought on such things, she still felt such guilt for not having made it in time to save the grey furred leader, she had already decided that she would make the grey wolf pay for what he had done, Anu had raised Soran's grandchildren and no-one hurt anyone that Soran owed that sort of debt to. The sable female gave a sigh and stretched her long legs out in front of her, crossing one ankle over the other, resting the sword across her lap and looking back into the sky. Such a dull grey day, not even a single cloud could be picked out from the solid block, she could do nothing to calm her tensions, perhaps if she learnt to defend herself then she might be have been more calm.

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Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 10-21-2011, 04:49 PM

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Sorry about the wait on this! D:

WC:300+

Sitting on the ground the large coal wolf tenderly dragged blade against smooth stone. Although no action had been seen in the past couple weeks the warrior was more than aware that at some point Savina would make a decision and the pack would be off to war. Although he sat feeling rather put out because of the long wait, Jazper understood why they could not simply rush to battle. He had lived in this pack since he was a young boy, since Savina was a young lady, and he knew what the pack was capable of and incapable of. As far as he was concerned very few of the Dreamers would fair well in a fight, their leader being one of the few. As a group they were generally made up of peaceful people who had never held a blade in their life, let alone used one against someone.

Sighing to himself he looked at the pile of small to large blades, which lined the grass beside him and the much smaller pile of sharpened blades on his other side. Somehow they would get Anu back though, one way or another they would get her back. The giant’s stomach gave a quiet growl and he rose to his feet. At all times now, while outside of the manor, the man wore his sword on his back and his knife belt just incase the idiots who ran Aniwaya decided to come back for more. Abandoning his work Jazper made his way closer to the manor his mind set on a snack. At the sight of Soran and a sword he couldn’t help but make a small detour. With a soft smile he approached the older lady, “What you thinking about?” It was a question that most dare not ask in such a trying time but the dark lady was slowly becoming very dear to the Knight.

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Soran Aatte · 10-23-2011, 09:11 PM

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By the way, Soran is now Jazper's step mother XD, but she wouldn't be in this thread... darn timelines XD

The sable female was lost in thought, the memories of the night of the raid coursing through her mind with what seemed to be terribly cruel ease. The horrendous incident still brought the grief and guilt bubbling up in the ebony Aedile's chest, she could not bear thinking about that night, she had not been there when the pack had needed her, being outside of the lands, when she had finally heard the call and managed to arrive it was all too late, Anu had been captured and there was nothing Soran could do to change that. She knew that feeling guilty would change nothing, punishing herself with the memory of that night over and over again would never allow her to turn back time, all it would do would build the anger and hatred towards the Aniwayan wolves, then again this might be a good thing, the anger and hatred could be cultivated into something impressive, it would give her the right mentality for the inevitable final battle, Crimson Dreams' stand against Aniwaya. Any fool knew that it would come soon, the patience of the dreaming pack had now been tested to its limit, the pack was at breaking point, they would not stand idly by for much longer, Soran wanted to be a part of this when it happened; she would be there to make the Aniwayans pay for the hurt that they had caused those that the ebony pelted female loved. She would make them hurt as they had hurt her pack mates and friends, but their pain would be physical rather than psychological. The sable female turned the sword over and over in her hands, idly moving, something that she often did when she was nervous or on edge, usually she fiddled with her hair, but now she had the sword she was fiddling with that. The ebony lady had a lot of tactics and tricks to calm herself down, often she read, but she was too wound up even to focus on that today, she could not even play her flute, her mind was too busy, she could not focus on anything properly today, she was too guilty, too concerned about her loved ones. The dark pelted female was in serious turmoil, her heart was aching.

This tirade of self guilt and self pity was rather thankfully broken by the sudden appearance of a familiar wolf approaching. He was just a glimmer in the corner of Soran's eye, she barely registered that he was there until he spoke. She looked up at him and a weary smile crossed her lips. Jazper was always a good wolf to come across, especially now that the sable female had officially told Charm that it was over, that she could not be with her, that she had chosen Deuce to be her mate, all that was left was to tell the pale female that she still loved her, that she still wanted her and to see if the female with the bi-coloured eyes would still be with her.
"I was just thinking about the raid on our home. I was not there when I was needed, I feel so guilty Jazper, I wish that I had come sooner. I wish that I could have done something to rescue Anu" She said with a sorrowful voice, she did not want to bring the male down, but her honest nature and the fact that she trusted the ebony Lictor made the words tumble from her lips without her being able to stop them.
"I found this sword, I was hoping to learn how to use it so that I might help with defending our home, but I am unsure where to start. How about you Jazper dear? How are you today?" She asked, genuinely hoping that the male was having a better day than she was. She smiled at the male again, hoping that the mood might be lightened. It didn't even occur to her that the sable male would be able to teach her to use the sword, even though he was the pack's Lictor and protector the thought did not even cross her mind. The sable female smiled up at the male as she looked him over, he seemed well, this was a good sign, the ebony female held a great affection for him, in another life he would have been calling her mother after all, in the life that she was meant to lead she and Deuce would have always been together and would have more than likely adopted the sable male together. She might still be his mother if Deuce decided that she still wanted her, how would he react to that she wondered, would he be pleased for the pale female? Or would he be confused about his mother's sudden choice, loving a female? The sable female hoped that he would choose the latter rather than the former, she did not want to be the cause of a rift between him and his mother.

wc: 838

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