The tuxedo male was hoping to make his mark in the pack, maybe he could be the successor when his father was ready to retire, or was cut down. Hopefully, it wouldn't be the latter. The Marino male, was sharping and polishing his sword. He had to protect his sword from damage and that was the purpose of polishing it. His sharpening tools and a special blend of polish he made from oils and his sharpening tools special stone that he researched. His trained motions refining the blade, and smoothing out any imperfections in the blade. A rag he used being pulled from his pouch to be used to gently and carefully run along the side of the blades to get any metal dust away. He turned the sword to inspect the sharpening work. Plucking a blade of grass he ran it over the blade slicing it into two with ease. He smiled pleased.
He dipped the rag into a designed gourd to hold the oils he made. In practiced motions he began to polish the blade, starting at the top and making his way slowly down. Small circular motions making sure to get into every nook and cranny, careful around the sharp edges.
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The sparring rings were up, and Adelle was hard at work. The metal gloves she'd been given struck hard against the wooden post she'd planted in the ground for this purpose. It had been easy enough for her to do, having helped set up one of the rings herself and watching the construction going on around the pack. Small dents were forming in it from the steady blows she'd been landing. Unfortunately, as eager as Adelle was she was still learning, and ended up striking the pole wrong.
It wouldn't have been that bad if it weren't for the gloves. Before they had been protecting her from the worst of the blows. With the bad angle, the metal backfired, sending painful vibrations up her arms. Howling she danced back, pulling the gloves off. Whining softly she licked at her sore knuckles, wishing that it hadn't been that painful. Trotting off she spotted someone sitting nearby, working over a gleaming weapon. Adelle sat down, watching him work. It definitely took her mind off the burning sensation left behind.
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His oceanic stare was removed from his polishing to look over toward the source of the outburst. A young female, not even one year by the looks of it was walking away from something, it was just over a rise of earth making it hard to see, but he could see her. She was looking right at him. A light smile came to his muzzle and he beckoned toward her not wanting to stand. "Hey! Did ya hurt yourself!?" He continued to smile, waiting to see if she would come to him. He wanted to continue polishing his sword. The Marino male was almost done with one side of the sword, he needed to finish the other side. Once that was done he could give her his undivided attention.
His gaze fell from her to go back to polishing waiting for an answer, and maybe for her to come closer. His hands again going back to small circular motion down the blade toward the hilt, then wiping away the access oil with a dry portion of the rag. His eyes looked up toward the girl, his free hand grabbing the hilt and quickly rolling the hilt in his hand making the blade flip to the other side, stopping any more rotation, then rebalanced the blade on his lap. He resumed his attention back onto polishing.
She scowled as he mentioned the aching knuckles. As friendly as this guy was, she was still in a bit of a tantrum over the fact that she'd even gotten hurt in the first place. She should have done so much better. She was a Broderskab after all, and even more than that a Vilhelmsen and member of Casa. How could she have made such a mistake, getting hurt like that? Adelle had been doing well as well, her strikes landing with great power against the wood. It had only taken an instant for all of that to be discarded to the side for a single injury.
No. Metal acted bad. She wasn't being childish, she just didn't speak english well. Danish was her native tongue. The actual excuse flowed more along the lines of how she hadn't hurt herself, the metal had simply struck wrong and ended up surprising her, but she didn't have the words to say that in english. Soon enough she would. Her vocabulary was growing after all, and she could say much more than she had before. Silently she watched the polish of the metal, noting the gleam. Her own gloves didn't have that, as she didn't know how to polish. Picking them up she examined them. Need polish.
He watched as the girl seemed upset by him pointing out her injury. She shouldn't be so hard on herself. "..well, however, the injury occurred, ya' shouldn't be so upset or embarrassed by it.." He went about his polishing, finishing it off as she spoke about her gloves needing it. He gave a soft smile, "..ah, I see this..they're a little wore.." He smiled, gently taking them from her and placing one down beside him, "..if you want, I can show you how to polish..but if you want, I can just polish them, when you need them done...though, I kinda like the last one...let's me talk to you more," he grinned softly at her, his ocean blue eyes meeting her own eyes. She was an adorable looking girl, looked kind-hearted.
He dipped his rag, then began to polish the fingerends down until he had just the back and palm area. His circular motions covering the areas. He was quick, and in a way it didn't take long to do gloves, there were just smaller ends, and detailed areas to have done. Finally, he got out his dry rag and wiped away any excess. The one glove looking nearly brand new except a few dings, but he couldn't fix those, "..Look at that!" He mused handing the finished glove to her, "You like?" He asked as he picked up the second glove and repeated what he had done to the other. "You'll have a pair of pretty gloves.."
He handed her the second glove once finished, "..now put'em on, let me see just how pretty they look.." If she did as he requested he would smile, "...you look a little dangerous with those on! I don't wanna mess with you!" He pretended to be intimidated.
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Adelle nodded her head. Of course. Everyone got injured at times. Grandpa had plenty of scars. Except that this wasn't from battle. Just a stupid mistake. Adelle didn't like thinking about that at all, considering how she was supposed to be such a great warrior. Adelle's tail did wag a little at his smile. The gloves were taken, looked over carefully. She hadn't had them long, but Adelle had been using them plenty in her play battles, training to be stronger and a better warrior.
Adelle giggled at the words. She liked him polishing her gloves, but even she knew that she should learn to take care of them on her own. If she didn't, then if she was on her own and the gloves needed to be cared for she wouldn't be able to use them. Adelle looked over the gloves as they were polished, doing her best to try and figure it out, if not succeeding well. As soon as the gloves were finished Adelle slipped them on. It was so much easier to flex them now! Adelle smiled at the teasing, pretending to throw a couple punches his way. Very fierce!
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The girl seemed to take his words to heart, but who really knew. He smiled at her finding her to be quite cute. She was young, but so serious. Why was she so serious? She was a pup, she shouldn't be so focused on things like she was. It made him look at her not as a pup, but as a young adult. She giggled and he smiled again at her, she was a cute pup. He handed her back her gloves and said his little joke she came at him like a pup, reminding him that she was a just that; a pup. Her little punches came toward him, and he stood with hands up, "Uh, oh! Did I just help the enemy out!?" His eyes darted around and he found a stick, "...don't make me defend myself!" His voice holding a playful air as he readied himself for battle. He chuckled a little, ready if she wanted to play duel. It would be amusing as Aro never dueled with women, let alone little girls. He wasn't sexiest but he did believe female's should never have to fight...and in a way he wasn't all that attracted to women who were battle ready. He didn't mind them knowing how to fight, but that was it.
So, to play fight with the girl, it was taboo to him, but he didn't show it. This was a pack made up of primarily warriors, and girls needed to know how to fight too.
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Adelle laughed as Aro stood up, hands braced against her blows. Tail wagging she watched him brightly, as happy as could be. Adelle was always ready for a game, so much pent up energy inside her it was impossible to make her slow down. It was changing into a stronger form of energy, rather than the relentless hyper energy that welled inside her, but only time would make the change complete. Until then, she was still very much a child.
A stick was grabbed, and Adelle found herself facing something she didn't know how to fight. Adelle had really only fought hand to hand with others, or wrestling on four legs. Fighting against a weapon was completely new. Blue eyes grew serious as she eyed the stick, stepping around warily. She searched for an opening, not really sure what to look for. Leaping forwards Adelle struck out at him, heavy fist moving to tuck at his stomach.
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Aro watched the young mix, she eyed his weapon of choice cautiously. He smiled seeing his advantage, but would still somehow turn this into a lesson for her. He let out a grin as he watched her little mind churn with thought. She came at him and he leaped back then went to the side his stick coming out and tapped at the back of her leg, "Ha, little girly...watch yourself!" He teased. "Those metal gloves are good for more than damage...they'll help guard your hands..use them to grab the weapon and take it.." He smiled waiting for her to come at him again. "Take the stick, and use it against me.." He pointed out.
Somehow, Aro had become a teacher without trying. How had this happened? Was he becoming a mentor? He didn't know, but whatever he was turning into he would embrace it. The young male had hoped to be a hero, and he would, but perhaps he would help others become heroes along the way.
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Aro quickly leaped back out of reach of the dog, leaving her to think about what to do next. The stick whacked her leg, startling Adelle deeply. It didn't hurt, but Adelle wasn't used to thinking about how to fight against something that had a longer reach than she did. What was she supposed to do now? She bared her teeth at the teasing words, preparing herself to fight back against him. There was no way she was going to give in.
Her ears pricked up at his words, lifting from their flopped position. Grinning she charged in again, wrapping her hands around the stick. It was hard to grip in the metal, but as soon as she was sure that she had a solid grip Adelle yanked back as hard as she could. She was going to make sure that she didn't fail in this. Adelle was a warrior, and she wasn't one to give in.
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The youth was frustrated, but quickly took his instruction. She came at him, and he didn't move to see if she went for his weapon. She did, grabbing it, and gaining a firm grip. She yanked back, and he let her have it. Once she gain possession of his stick he waited, but not without withdrawing from her to give distance. His eyes watching her move, his mind focused on finding a way to get the upper hand. He knew many ways, but he would see where she went, and he wasn't going to be too easy on her. She was young, but he saw that she was a fighter, born and bred.
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Her tail wagged behind her, excited by the battle that was unfolding. True, it wasn't real, and had quickly moved from fooling around to a lesson for the young female, but that was all good. Adelle was always eager to try something new to become better. The stick came into her hands, the dog stepping back. Firmly she gripped it, holding it as one would a staff, hands spaced out at either end. Now that she had it, she just had to figure out what it was exactly she wanted to do with it.
The space had increased between them again, Adelle circling around to see if she could get the upper hand on the much more experienced warrior. Her blood boiled, the call of her ancestors loud for the pup to hear. She was going in. Her instincts guided her, a quick strike towards his side, rotating the stick to strike him again on the head if she wasn't blocked going for the ribs. The execution was clumsy in it's movement, too wide and unwieldy, but it was fast. Clearly she had at least a small idea of what she was supposed to do.
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Aro wanted to go easy on the girl, but that wouldn't do her any good. She had confidence, so a few knocks wouldn't harm her. Judging by her, it would only fuel her to do better. She circled in, then came forth, the stick taking up the rest of the gap as he attempted to back up. As it came to his side, he leaned toward it, arm moving with speed to wrap and catch it as it hit his ribs. It was a decent blow and he smiled looked up to her, "Staffs and the like, make good tools, however, unlike a sword they can be easily taken." If she continued to grip the stick, he would yank her closer, his leg coming out to sweep behind hers to knock her quickly to the ground. "...though....just like the staff...the swords blow can be halted some with the right technique..." He added a charming smile upon his muzzle as he gazed at her, most likely, her fallen form at his feet.
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She felt him hit his chest with a satisfying thud. Her tail wagged, pleased that her strike had gone well. The stick began to rotate for her next strike, but a hand gripped it, halting her progress. A whine escaped, looking to see that Aro had grabbed it. Growling she pulled back on the stick, trying to keep it in her grasp and away from him. Her ears flattened as he spoke, aware that he`d be trying to take her stick away. She wouldn`t give up so easily though.
A sudden pull came, Adelle`s hands gripping into his fur to hold on. She didn`t want to fall. A sweep of his leg ensured that it happened though, the large female knocked to the ground. She glanced up, frowning as he spoke. I won't give up! Her words were young, refusing to admit defeat. As swiftly as she could Adelle scrambled back up, preparing to defend against him. Growling she watched him, knowing he had the stick now.
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He watched as his every move moved her as he willed. His smile turning charmingly at the corners of his muzzle as his stormy blue eyes looked at her, her fingers wrapped his fur right before she fell. For a moment the heat and tension around him grew, but the spell broken just as quickly as it came. Stick still in hand he tossed it behind him as she snarled and spat like a tantrum child saying she'd never give up. "Good spirit, but don't let that temper get the better of you...just like it had earlier with your metal gloves..." His lips lifted, it was time to get serious and show her just how fast a giant like him can move. He turned his head, cocking it one way then the next cracking his joints, then outstretched his back making it pop here and there.
His nostrils flared and his body was ready, he had the urge to hold his sword, but this was not that kind of fight. It was instinct though, and he pushed it down. "...you should admit defeat when you're facing it...Pride only gets in the way...just me, I know...Pride is my weakness.." His claws ready he began to slowly circle her. "...but I see my small advise will not be headed...so..bring it little sister.." He challenged.
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The stick was tossed away, leaving them on equal grounds. It was her against him, and Adelle wouldn't be failing to fight against him with everything she had. She had training, if not as much as someone who had lived longer. She knew instinctively how to battle. Frowning she tried to take in the advice, but it was difficult when she was spoiling for the fight. Adelle longed to hit him, for the sparks to fly between them in battle. Adelle hadn't lost her temper. She'd simply struck wrong. She wouldn't let her temper carry her away.
Adelle turned, refusing to let Aro leave her line of sight. Lips pulled back, revealing sharp fangs. Her tail swished behind her before stiffening, pulling close so that it couldn't be grabbed. Clumsily she leaped forwards, hands striking for his chest. She wasn't going to go down so easily, especially once they were both weaponless. Adelle could face him on these grounds. She could take him down. She hadn't spent all that time training for nothing.
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He saw his words fell on deaf ears. That was fine, she'd learn the hard way, as he did. Her eyes locked onto him, and he stood ready and cool. He licked his lips slowly, as his piercing blue eyes watched her form, studying it. Suddenly, she moved forward and he watched her unsteady movement. She went for his chest her arm extending, and with a light dodge his dominant arm (right) came out and grabbed at her wrist and using her momentum twirled her, using her arm to wrap around her. His left grabbing her other wrist and wrapping it forcefully around her, her back to him, pulling her tightly to his body with her arms wrapped around her.
His head moved defensively back while he legs were positioned for defense and offense. "Now, Adelle...I think it's time to call it, eh?" He chuckled some, a large grin on his muzzle. His body could feel the warmth she seemed to radiant, and for a moment his mind wondered to how she'd look fully grown. Possibly a very attractive woman. The thought was fleeting, and he refocused back on the duel...a duel Adelle wasn't striding very well at, but then again she was easily a year behind him in experience.
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Adelle yelped as she was caught, quickly twisted around. Before she could even begin to defend herself the pup was pinned in his grasp. Growling Adelle twisted around, struggling uselessly. Everything she could hope to use to set herself free had been moved out of reach by the more experienced adult. She struggled for a few more moments before giving in as Aro spoke. Ears drooping she stared at the ground.
Nodding Adelle sighed. Next time I win. Strong! Adelle spoke with all the spirit she could muster, eager to keep herself from simply being a victim. Untangled from his grasp she smiled up at Aro. Play again next day?
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His muscles tenses a little in an effort to keep her close and under control. He smiled a little when she finally realized it was time to give in. She spoke cocky and confident, he grinned widely, "Alrighty, I'll hold ya to that, little one..." He let her go, her eye's looking up to meet his. Aro looked down to her, her voice fun and his ears perked while his tail began to relax and wag freely behind him " You're a good opponent Adelle, and with practice you'll become an excellent adversary, and probably someone that Casa will be pleased to have on their side...and I would love to do this again, but I can't promise you tomorrow, Sweetie." He gave her a wink and a pat on the head a light charming smile upon his muzzle.
Immediately a pout set in. Adelle wanted to defeat him tomorrow. Not the next day, or the day after. She wanted to do it as soon as she could. Surely if she just trained a little bit more she could take him. Aro was just trying to prevent that. He knew that she was powerful! She glared up at him as fiercely as possible, icy blue eyes flashing. You scared! She was going to take him down! He wouldn't know what hit him!
Spinning around she grabbed her gloves and darted off. She called over her shoulder one more time before vanishing into the woods, looking for her grandpa to talk about the warrior she had met. Will win! The energetic pup was gone then, ready to train hard and take the victory she was so sure she would win.
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