The day the small coydog had left the meeting, it was not hard to feel dizzy with the responsibility she had been endowed with. Training. Sparring. Sole's daughter. The words swam in Selene's mind. However nervous and awkward the girl felt, on the surface she happily managed to sustain a flat expression, as if not so so nervous of the time to come. Sure, she knew how to work a sword. But would Sel make an idiot out of herself? Drop her weapon, trip over her own feet? That wouldn't be possible. Rising from the bed, Selene looked in her reflection on the glass of the cracked mirror she had brought in, sighing at her reflection. She was someone typical. Never changing. Finding an old elastic, Selene slipped her hair into a sleek pony tail, grinning at her youthful new reflection. This was training. Training was exertion. Hair would get in the way.
She had slipped easily out of the room, leaving another one of her notes for Hadley. Explaining her mission. The sword lay leaning against the corner of the room, behind the door for use. Slipping it into her fingers, Selene held her beautiful weapon gently and lovingly. If only...If only it had been in her arms those many times of need, of pain and violation. She could have been safe. Sighing, Selene slipped it into her belt. She had tried to wear clothing, but it didn't feel right. She had to cut a hole in them for her tail, and so much discomfort. She ha fashioned herself a tool-belt style belt, equipped with small daggers for many uses, a slot to slip her sword. Sel was actually proud of her work, something she didn't have to scrap once again.
She wandered the hallway, remembering where Fia's room with Gunnar was. Gunnar was someone else who had left Anathema, just like herself. They had never met, but there seemed to be a mysterious way of relating to the stranger. What were his reasons for leaving? Were they similar to her own? One hand rested on the silver handle of her sword, not as if to swing it out right away for her protection. It gave her a sense of security, something she couldn't cower over once again.
Finally finding the door, Selene stared at it for a moment quietly. What had she gotten into? This was a good thing. The Sole would be happy with this, and the opportunity to educate someone else on the principles of weaponry, it seemed rewarding. A slender black hand was raised in a fist, knocking loudly on the door. "Fia?" This was a great jim-dandy idea. Was it?
Will it end when it all burns down. Will you just let it all burn down
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Word Count → +300 :: x3 <3
Fia had been in her room, cleaning up a little bit and straightening up. Her paws worked as she moved about the room at a normal pace. Swiping an old, ripped, small piece of cloth, she picked up the dust that sat on the furniture in the room. Swiping a finger across to make sure all the dust was gone, the married fae set the cloth down and made the bed. Fixing the blankets a bit and straightening up just a bit more, she threw in the towel and sat onto the bed. The sunlight flooded into the window, igniting the room with natural warm light. The black and white fae wondered to herself silently about how she was going to gain skills in fighting and sparring. She'd learn somehow, right? After all, she was a Knight . And Knight's always get good at being a warrior. It's in their family blood.
A sudden knock at her door brought her back from day-dream land. The voice sounded familiar through the dark auburn door. Rising off her bed, it gave a small squeak in protest as she headed across the bedroom to the door. Grasping the slightly cold doorknob, she opened it to see Selene standing there in the doorway, a sword in her paw, hair slicked back. Fia instantly grew curious as to why someone was here. She didn't really have visitors who came to her bedroom. "Oh, hello Selene!" The small woman said with a warm smile, bright blue eyes looking at the female coy-dog. "What brings you here?" The white furred woman asked, arching a curious left brow.
Maybe for whatever reason Selene was here, the two girls would be able to get to know each other better, and who knows, maybe become great friends. Fia never really had a 'BFF'. Growing up with two knuckle-head brothers. Fia's eyes flashed in amusement at her thoughts, her smile widening slightly. Also, why did she have a sword in her paw? What was it for? The young fae eyed the sword slightly as she awaited for Selene to explain. One paw rested on the door frame, slightly leaning on it in a relaxed manner.
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Thinking idly, Selene got to notice how much prettier Fia was than herself. Ever since a child, Sel had envied the more wolffish canines, with their pretty icy eyes and ivory fur. Her own coloring was much too exotic, her body much too coyote than anything. In her eyes, Sel still looked like a skinny kid with too much earth colors. A small smile spread across her lips, thinking more about making friends with the Marino-Knight. She'd have a nice pal, someone to look up to. But this was training. This was to be somewhat close to hardship with working the muscles to an extent.
"Do you have a sword?" Reddish eyes gleaned curiously at the achromatic feya, averting to the outside room to fall upon a duo sword tapestry. For a moment her eyes rested there, debating back and forth. They were real swords, that was the truth. But of course..."Do you think they'd mind if we used one of those? If we put it back maybe--" behind her, a tawny tail swished in the open air. It seemed mischievous, yet who hangs weapons on the wall? Wouldn't they be more of a good use if used for their purpose?
Within more of her jumbled thoughts, Sel realized that most of the pack wore clothing. She must've looked feral! Back in Italy, Selene usually donned lacy vividly colored dresses. Those had to be left behind. Shrugging her thin shoulders, Sel dismissed her thoughts. She could be whatever the hell she wanted.
Word Count → 000 :: Sorry took so long! Got really busy with school all the sudden :X
The fae smiled at the fae standing before her. As she began to speak, Fia perked her ears suddenly. She had almost forgotten about that. "Sure! I'd love to" Fia said with an excited smile and wag of her tail. Fia's blue eyes looked over the beautiful fae. Her fur was different, it wasn't the same as everyone else's. It was different and lovely, looking rather exotic. Her coyote-like shape was beautiful and elegant. The she-wolf smiled softly at having her as a friend.
The white- furred woman shook her head at her words. "No, I don't." Her blue eyes looked up towards the direction where Selene was looking and smiled slightly deviously. "They don't have to notice that we ever took it!" Fia said, laughing softly as her tail swayed behind her. No one would notice it missing, right?
Looking up at the tapestry, Fia wondered how'd they get it down. Reaching up on the tips of her paws, she tried to grab hold of the hanging swords- But it was just out of her reach. Reclining back onto her paws, she turned back to Selene. "Can you reach it? I'm too tiny, even though I came from a giant family" The black tipped fae laughed, her laugh silky and light.
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powerplaying them to outside...
A short laugh tinkled from Selene's maw as she listened to the enthusiastic agreement to the training. "And I won't harp on you all day...This will be fun!" Selene smiled and felt her tail waving behind her happily, there was mischief involved to getting that sword. There was that devilish glimmer in Fia's eyes. A grin plastered over her own features, looking towards the weapon, studying it. Fia tried to get it down, with no amends. Yet, the coydog applauded her try, and nodded. She jumped, her hand would not be able to reach it though. In midair, Sel took her sword from its sheath and pushed the one upon the wall off from its mantle. It clattered to the floor, despite her graceful rescue of the weapon from the wall. "Oops...We better scram or they will know!" Sel yelped and laughed, retrieving the sword and passing it to Fia. It was good quality, pretty and adept to fighting.
As they left the fort, Sel could feel her spirits brightening to a bright glow. This wasn't a long hard training session, it would be fun! A thing of both education and skill, as well as play. Fia was part of a great family, and already Sel could see that the legacy would live in through the ivory woman. Standing just outside, Sel drew her sword, standing in a readied stance. "Like this...On your toes, they won't be able to get you if you're ready." Sel instructed gently, a smile upon her features. This would go well, Sel could feel it!
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Fia smiled, her tail waving with slight whooshing motions behind her. "Great!" She exclaimed. She laughed as Selene applauded her, it wasn't needed though it was appreciated. The beautifully exotic-colored fae sprung from her back paws and stabbed the sword through the hanging sword on the wall, forcing it down with a loud clank. Fia gave out a small chuckle, taking the sword from her paw and balancing it in between both hands. It felt odd in her paws. Perhaps because as ironic as it was, she never really used a sword before?
A nice breeze of air lifted up her hair and blew through her fur, the air nice and refreshing. Just like Selene, the white and black furred woman's spirits uplifted and she seemed bright and bubbly, tail swinging back and forth at a quick rate behind her, blue eyes ecstatic and electrifying, a wide wolfish grin on her muzzle.
As Selene instructed her, Fia made notes inside her head to remember later. The young married she-wolf copied her stance, a bit wobbly though and not the greatest. The fae balanced the sword in her grip tightly, not wanting to accidentally drop it. "Okay, now what do we do?" She asked the brown furred she coy-dog. Some may find this dull, but the soft furred woman found this quite fun. And by the looks of it, Selene did too. This made Fia's smile brighten up even more then it already had. Since a pup and her 'teen' months, Fia loved exploring and learning new things. It was a new adventure!
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