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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 11, 2014 23:57:16 GMT -6
Ashen continued to hit the training dummy, outside the Silver scale home. her right arm completely bandaged, her hunting mask still on, sweat drenched undershirt and shorts where the only other clothing she wore. her feathered mane tied back in a bread only having slight bangs loose.
every time her fists, knees, feet made contact in her endless string of strikes a quick exhale of breath. the odd shout when she did a powerful strike. her knuckles and knees where very bruised and slightly bloody from split skin, however the pain didn't stop her. she frankly didn't care. she needed to stay strong, she needed to keep up. every day the curse worsened and drained more and more of Ashen's will, strength and health.
Ashen continued to beat the Dummy harder and harder, the sweat dripping from her brow. she displayed moves her mother beat into her when she was being trained as an assassin sense a young age. her eyes locked on the Dummy and its moving arms that Ashen would have to Block and Strike back or she would have to suffer injury and pain. she turned, spun, kicked, punched, blocked and Parried like her mother taught her long, long ago. Anger Brewing in her mind and body she continued to block out everything around her. she needed to, she did things during the day she knew wasn't her. she needed to focus. it was the curse right? it's always the curse that influences evil choices! its not me! me reminded herself over and over as she continued to Train. 'or was it?'
as the voice questioned her, she stalled her movements only for a second. within that time, one of the dummy's rotating arms turned, and struck ashen hard on right of her forehead. she staggered back as she cried out in pain as blood tricked down her brow mixing with her sweat
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! SILENCE you stupid voice I have had enough of you!" As ashen cursed allowed she could feel her shoulder burn with a now familiar sensation. she could feel the curse crawl slightly more up to her temple as if it was trying to reach her fresh wound. she could also feel it reach and crawl down her side, beside her stomach. great...now its visible. she cursed silently. she stood watching the dummy's arms continue to spin slowly from lack of momentum. she walked back to it and Continued to strike it with her uncommon feral ferocity.
"must.become.stronger.don't.let.it.win" she repeated as she struck the training dummy over and over each breath it own word of her chant she repeated.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 15:01:17 GMT -6
Gil had been wandering around the Silverscale Guild for the last day or two. Exploring, he Loved it. The place was far more grandeur than any he'd ever been at. Living in the most desolate of places his entire life... being around Ashen and her Kin made him feel like he had found a place. Her encouragement and praise made him feel like he was finally doing something with his life, At Last. he and Chimaera felt safe.
This is what Gil had been thinking about almost constantly since they arrived back at the Guild after luckily meeting with the Dragon Mother. He wanted to get to know her more, and her kin. So he trailed behind her like a lost dog... In fact He was a dog at one point. he watched her work, watched her train through ups and downs, and there were alot of them. But He felt as if she was disconnected... avoiding people. She had issues that she wouldn't share with others, especially the new guy. Him.
So He wandered out into the yard and dismantled the Training dummy. Stashing it off into the far corner unseen And waited... waited until Ashen had another bout of distraught emotions and went to train, like he did when she wanted to be left alone. When she arrived and geared up, the Training dummy was there as per usual. And she was so wrapped up in her rage that she didn't notice something off until the last strike knocked the Dummy down, and landed with a thunk and a cloud of silver dust at her feet. Gil coughed and sputtered. Wiping a dash of blood from a split lip. "By the Gods, You're powerful." He said. Smiling up at her. His yellow eyes glowing with admiration. He had heard everything... And he couldn't help but admire her more. He lay on the ground in his black and grey cloak, full of dust, His long black ponytail wrapped around his neck.
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Post by Chimaera on May 13, 2014 15:31:38 GMT -6
A small two-tailed fox was hiding around the corner of the silverscale. Shaking with fear, Chimaera had watched the scene unfold. it had been following around Ashen also, trying to learn more about the curse. He noticed when the curse worsened, she always went to be alone. But really, that didn't help her either. 'What was it...? Rage, hatred... and..." Suddenly, eyes wide, the fox realized what was about to happen as Gil transformed. 'FEAR. Oh crap. Gil...!'
Around the corner of the building, Chimaera stepped back as the usual fog enveloped him. Suddenly, the kitsune was gone, and in it's place, there was a dragon several times its size. Scales shimmered blues and grays, and it's wings were silver. Low to the ground, and peering around the corner, Chimaera kept one of his vibrant blue eyes focused on the situation. He hoped that if things went badly, that a dragon galloping into the scene would at least distract Ashen from Gil.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 13, 2014 15:34:42 GMT -6
Ashen jumped back when the Training dummy poofed into a cloud of Familiar silvery dust. Gasping a sharp intake of air when Gilgaard took place of the 'dummy'.
"WHAT THE!? GIL?!?!? how did you? how? why?!....WHY!" at first her words where filled with concern, seeing his lip split. however near the end her words where laced with rage. She trains to cool off, to become stronger now only to have this trick played on her. 'what does he want me to kill him? why does everyone want me to end there lives?! what the sweet hell did I do? why am I the worthy one to be labeled a killer?' she ranted to herself in her mind. her breath deeping and rage clearly displayed on her face. the curse moving like serpents on her skin now.
"what in the NINE HELLS GIL?! do you WANT me to kill you?! do you REALLY want to be the next friend I ACCEDENTLY kill? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!?!? HAVENT I KILLED IN MY LIFE?!" she yelled in spite. she began to feel sick from the rage brewing inside her she was unable to expel for months. "ARE you an IDIOT?!" she questioned. 'see, you'll only end up killing everyone who comes close to you' the voice hissed sweetly in her ear like honey mixed with venom. the rage washed off her face replaced with fear, her eyes growing wide and skin going pale. the voice was right, she was so overtaken by rage she didn't smell Gil's scent. "how could I be fooled?" she whispered letting out a shuttered breath.
She had to go, she had to run. she was the monster..no the weapon her mother trained her to be. she was a fool to think she could have a simple life. "I-im s-s-sorry gil, I ...I didn't" words, thoughts, memories flooded her mind. memories of the what Maria did to her, the killing, everything. she felt like she couldn't breath within seconds. taking a few steps back bringing her hands to her chest, as if she where having a heart attack. she needed to run, but her damned legs wouldn't listen.
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