Sharpening the mind and body

Cassia Calidus · 05-24-2012, 03:51 PM

[html] Set east of Berwick near CDC

Wind raced around her as she stood motionless, clad in her leather amor. Sea green eyes closed, her right hand wound loosely around the hilt of her sword. The rushing air whipped her mahogany locks, tressed up in a ponytail, as out of the way as possible. Her quiver and bow lay at the edge of the clearing, beside a bush.

The clearing the cinnamon girl stood in had been a nice, level patch of earth just suitable to her needs, and it was private. Her practice sessions, while not something she wished to hide from any of the luperci she lived with, were things she deeply enjoyed and found to be most effective when she could quiet her mind, which often meant being alone. The sun still climbed upward towards its peak, its warmth bathing her form as she still waited. She would start momentarily, her breathing had slowed, her heart beat a steady rhythm in her chest, and her every sense was focused towards the task at hand.

The sea green eyes flashed open, her grip tightened and her glistening sword hissed as it flew from its sheath, her arm drawing it in a wide upward slash in a complete 180 degree arc before stopping just as quickly as it had started. Cassia crouched deep in her stance, her footpads shifting in the earth as she moved to her next strike at the imaginary foe before her. A shift of her hips preceded her shoulders and arm driving the blade forward in a thrust. Her left hand moved to grip the pommel of her sword, twisting the blade in a finishing blow before the cinnamon girl spun, slashing as she did, stopping in the same stance as she had begun, blade brandished above her head, right arm poised like a snake. The following barage of blows flew at breakneck speed punctuated with brief pauses as she shifted stances, forcing her body to move with perfect precision.

Each inhale and exhale was timed carefully to coincide with each movement as she fought her invisible foe. Such rigorous practice against a nonexistent foe was not the most ideal form of rehearsal, but as of yet Cassia had not met anyone to spar with, not with her weapon at least. She had not asked Oak to spar with her bare handed, but she figured he would be willing if she asked. No, to practice her swordsmanship she would have to settle with striking targetted blows at air for now.[/html]

Tony Marino-Knight · 05-26-2012, 10:13 AM

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OOC sup bitches? / +yo numbah!

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Mil was a sturdy horse, but he wasn't that fast. Not at all. Especially with Tony's added weight. The bay stallion hobbled along happily, taking his time purposely. 'Y'know Mil' the warrior and blacksmith mused lightly, 'One day imma ask' Neela t' be my mate an' then imma give her that dagger. Y'know th' one I'm onna 'bout, the one with th' chuck a' glass in it...' He mumbled gently, his rough way of speaking jumbling up the words in a relaxed, pleasant way. 'She's the' one tha' found 'em wi' me anyway... Seems jus' about proper, eh?' he continued, petting Milite on his wide shoulders.

Soon he arrive at some small town, where a female was training with a sword. The horse below him seemed unsteady for a moment, stamping backwards. But Tony only pulled the reins back and dismounted the now stationary horse. Letting the bay stallion go. Tony paced forward confidently, eyeing the woman. Decked in leather armour and her hair tied back. 'Need any help there?' he asked suddenly, removing his large claymore from his back and leaning on it for a moment.

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Cassia Calidus · 05-30-2012, 09:18 AM

[html] Sorry for the delay

Steel whistled through the air as she moved through her forms, sea green gaze focused ever forward towards her invisible opponent, ears and nose focused on world around her so as to not leave herself unawares. She had been practicing for just a short while when her ears detected the sound of horse hooves approaching. Likely it was someone out exploring the area, doubtful that they had any interest in her. However, the horse hooves got closer and closer before halting, a figure dismounting. Finishing a final strike, Cassia sheathed her weapon and turned to look at the male who had arrived, pulling a large two handed sword from his back. His rough voice came forth in an inquiry as he leaned on his sword. Help? Not in the typical sense, but if he wished to spar with her she need only know his intentions were friendly before accepting. "That depends, good sir, what is your name and where do you hail from? She inquired calmly, the edges of her lips curling in a curious smile. The male bore the scent of a pack, though she knew not which one. The cinnamon girl knew which packs had been allies of Crimson Dreams during its existence and if this male answered that he was from one of them then she would not hesitate to accept his offer and the challenge it presented. She had only ever sparred with a claymore wielder once in her life and had lost quite quickly. Her shorter, 3 foot blade put her at a disadvantage in reach from the longer blade. She would need speed and agility to try to take advantage of the potentially slower strikes of a two handed sword. "My name is Cassia Calidus, I used to be a member of Crimson Dreams until recently," she stated, offering her own introduction to match her request for his. [/html]

Tony Marino-Knight · 06-04-2012, 09:22 AM

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The horse meandered around idly behind him, a quick glance towards the confirmed this and Tony went back to speaking with the woman. She seemed to be quite the warrior, granted her sword was only a three foot one, much smaller than Tony' two handed claymore. It would do a lot of damage if it got wind of any body parts but it lack the speed and agility of a smaller sword. After all claymores were may for battles up in the Scottish highlands above anything else. 'Name's Tony' his Scottish draw spun in the air, a charming sort of roguishness to it. 'Ah come from Casa, ma Dad's the alpha'. The mention of his fathers high position within the new pack was always something of mention.

'Ah, th' Dreamers... Tha' was the pack I was born into. Savina's my aunt'. It was sad that the place no longer existed, because it seemed to have gone on forever and Tony was quite disorientated by the fact that it no longer existed tangibly. It would always exist in his heart though, no one could ever take the memories away from him. And he assumed his siblings, mother, father, aunt and cousins felt much the same about it.

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