Old blood, young blood, it all bleeds the same

Regner Vilhelmsen · 02-26-2012, 04:11 PM

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Regner Vilhelmsen

Check my vitals signs and know i'm still alive

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Life at Casa di Cavalieri was unlike anything Regner had lived before, but slowly the wolfdog was starting to adjust. Despite being a pack of warrior's the Casa offered a softer life than that which Regner was accustomed to; lacking both the sheer ferocity of the Broderskab and the peril of living as a loner. Still despite the differences Regner fund that a quieter and gentler life suited him well, especially as age began to take its toll on his body. It was taking Regner longer to get up in the mornings, his movements slowed and his senses dulled. While Regner was by no means inform he no longer has the keen edge required of a professional warrior and had no illusions as to his lifespan had he still been with the Broderskab at this point; a Broderskab never retired, they kept fighting until battle or age claimed them.

Still even in this peaceful settings there were still wisps of familiarity. Despite being fairly peaceful CdC was a pack of warriors first and foremost and those who dwelt within could be called to fight if needed, which was why Regner had chosen the pack in the first place. Even if the pack hadn’t been like it was Regner would have still trained Adelle as a warrior, to not do so wasn't a thought that had even occurred to him, fighting being such a constant in his life and that of his family.

It was for this reason that Regner found himself sitting on a log out on the logs one afternoon, his carving knife in his hand and his pipe clasped between his teeth, lazy tendrils of smoke spiralling up through the air. Regner had come out earlier that morning to carve some practise weapons for when he would finally train his granddaughter. While it would be many months until Adelle was ready to learn the strength inherit in his bloodline meant that many a wooden practice weapon would be broken during the course of her training; the flimsy material simply couldn’t stand up to the strength of an Ovcharka in Optime form when it was whittled down into shapes so thin.

Regner had been working for several hours and amassed quite the collection beneath his feet; Swords, Axes, Knives, Spears and even two pairs of Bola he had fished up from some twine and rocks were all present. While Axes were a typical weapon for the Broderskab to use, the heavy weapons allowing them to make full use of their strength, they were warriors and saw the inherit weakness in limiting themselves to a single weapon. The weapons were crudely shaped, often little more than lumps of wood in roughly the correct proportions, but they would do for basic training.

Finishing his latest work, a long hafted axe, Regner took a deep puff from his pipe and leaned back on the log, letting the weak afternoon sun warm his face. Scarce snips of birdsong fluttered by on the wind as the first of the avian creatures began to return to the land and aside from the faitnt music the silence of the clearing was broken only by light crunching sounds as Adelle played in the snow nearby.

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Laikira · 02-26-2012, 04:36 PM

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OOC here!

The small woman walked through the bright afternoon day, tail swishing contently behind her as she padded along. Snow and ice clung to the fae's white fur, only melting to just irritantignly wet her fur. Tendrils of smoke drifting through the late afternoon air caught Laikira's attention. Following the smoke, she soon came across an old large male, relaxing with a carving knife next to him. Another was nearby as well, for the crunching of snow could be heard.

Laikira suddenly became shy, looking over what he seemed to be carving. They seemed to be practice weapons. As she looked yhim over for a moment, Laikira suddenly thought to introduce herself and stop looking like a creeper. "Oh, h-hi, sorry to disturb you...I was just following smoke. I thought it was something serious, I guess." Laikira said with an embarrassed smile. "I'm Laikira...what exactly are you doing with those?" The fae asked, curiousity full in her expression and stance.

Regner Vilhelmsen · 03-10-2012, 07:56 PM

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Regner Vilhelmsen

Check my vitals signs and know i'm still alive

Word Count :: 266 Sorry for the wait, college has been busy recently.

Regner's ear twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps and he looked up, small spirals of smoke wafting through the air from his pipe as Regner gave a small nod of greeting towards the white furred wolfess that stepped into the clearing where he was sat, a nervous look on her face.

Regner's pipe bobbed up and down as he spoke but remained clamped between his teeth, "It is no worry." he replied simply, head tilting as he examined the young wolf in front of him, picking up another piece of wood and beginning to shape it absent minded as he did so.

"Nothing in particular. Practise at carving I suppose. Eventually I wish to teach Adelle to fight, but she is young, too young for now." Recognising her own name Adelle bounded over to the two, her head thrusting out of a snow drift. The puppy let out a happy bark of greeting as she noticed Laikira but didn’t leave the drift, evidently stuck."I am Regner." He added, realising he hadn’t introduced himself.

Regner glanced to the side of the log he was sitting on and, seeing plenty of space, swung the stick he held out to clear some snow off before beckoning to Laikira "Take a seat if you wish, any willing company is welcomed. Do you smoke?" Regner had had good luck finding tobacco recently and had a fair stockpile built up so he wasn't adverse to sharing his pipe and as he made the offer he reached up a hand, flicking the pipe out of his mouth and offering it to her.

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