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Post by tenebria on Mar 4, 2024 17:48:21 GMT -8
Nuana looked to the twin she had monikered as Harrow, and gave a wave of her hand "It sounds as if it shall be suitable for our presence, lead us to this haven of beauty" she said imperiously.
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Post by tenebria on Mar 4, 2024 17:53:53 GMT -8
Islingr cracked through the air, dicing the wooden block that used to be a body into thousands of miniscule slivers. Alalëa's gaze was burning dark violet, her breath coming in angry, fearsomely controlled heaves. Her feet moved with a swiftness that astounding to witness, her footwork light and fluid, leaping forward and back and forward again, never missing a step as she demolished an entire row of training dummies, and went on to continue to the next. Sweat was rolling down her neck and forehead, the salty drips maddeningly slipping into her eyes and causing her to strengthen her attacks, the anger and rage and embarrassment in her veins fueling her to a furious pattern of destruction. Her aim did not waver, her arm did not quiver, her legs did not buckle. Her eyes were fiercely concentrated, and her Urumi thrummed about her with a powerful energy. No dummy was a match for her. In her angered mind a thought flashed through. If only a true opponent was taking these pummeling slashes. As it was, each dummy that fell to the ground easily simply increased her frustration more. Too easy. TOO easy. TOO EASY.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 4, 2024 18:11:01 GMT -8
Firasko had just stuck a double backflip with a half twist and a roll to the side with a perfect landing on both feet, when she heard the approaching steps of Allalea, and the menacing sound of her devastating weapon. She seemed to be in a very powerful rage at the moment. Firasko understood that rage to some degree, though she was not sure what the other elf was so enraged about. However, she was nearing, and leaving a wake of destructed and torn to flinders training dummies. A thought crossed Firaskos working mind. Maybe, just maybe, the elf would be willing to spar. She drew both pf her katanas and waited for Allalea to reach her. She had no idea how she was going to communicate her thought, but it would work out. Someway somehow she would get her point across.
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 4, 2024 18:56:06 GMT -8
After some minuets of resting in the calm serenity of the cliffside he finally stood, he could not stand idle for long. Swiftly he strode back on the direction of The Nest, he could hear the thump of steal upon wood coming from the training arena but fighting and weaponry did not hold interest for him this time, neither did the dragon stables also considering that he should probably give his dragon a little more time before visiting her again. He passed the forges the roaring of the bellows filling his ears along with the heavy rhythmic clang of hammers against metal anvils. But still this was not the place he was going. Finally he reached his goal, tucked away in a quiet corner near the back of The Nest lay the dragon hatchery. You can never go wrong here, he said to himself allowing a small smile.
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 5, 2024 12:43:08 GMT -8
''Right,'' Harrow said and gave what he thought was a dashing smile, ''tis a beautiful glade indeed.'' In reality he had no idea what Arrow was talking about, ''well lead on young Harrow.'' As they walked Harrow looked at Nuana, ''miss can we ask of ye a question? Who do you think is older? This scrawny young chap, or...'' he drew himself up tall and puffed out his narrow chest, ''me,'' he finished.
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Post by tenebria on Mar 5, 2024 13:41:34 GMT -8
Alalëa's blood pounded in her ears as she flung herself through a series of intricate whirling patterns, moving swiftly down the line of swiftly disappearing training dummies. But her rage had not dissipated, not one drop of it. This was no challenge, this was no real task to drive the anger out of her, it was just adding fuel to her flame. Even her own thoughts angered her, as she began to realize that she truly was overreacting... but the knowledge of that just drove her to greater lengths, anger at herself now racing through her veins and Islingr cracked around her in a whirling circle of flashing silver. Why could she not control her own dragon? After all these years she still couldn't control the fearsome creature. And now it seemed she couldn't even control her own anger! She let out an angered puff of air as she cracked her Urumi with a bit more force than necessary, her gaze blurred as her thoughts clouded her vision... and too late did she notice that the target her Urumi was swinging towards, was not a wooden figure, but flesh and blood... and two gleaming katanas.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 5, 2024 14:02:09 GMT -8
Firasko alertly gazed at the speedily approaching and whirling figure, focusing on the violently swinging whip sword. Then, it suddenly came straight at her. Firasko guarded her throat and side with the left katana whilst conducting the move she had been practicing-the spinning back flip, over the metalic flash, then rolled back a pace, and came down in an attack from the side.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 5, 2024 16:18:00 GMT -8
Arrow (Harrow) was plenty mad about his twins statement. “I’m sorry m’lady, he has memory loss. Tis him that’s the youngster. Follow me, your utmost intergalatically shining pin prick ness.”, he said very importantly and with a very overdone flourish. He then began leading the way to nowhere in particular. He had in fact been depending on his brother for what to do next, for Al their winking and stuff was just a put on show.
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Post by tenebria on Mar 5, 2024 16:21:53 GMT -8
Nuana gave a slight gracious smile "This place sounds adequate" she affirmed once more, then frowned. "I know not, I do not concern myself with such small manners" she said with a condescending air, then stepped forwards, following Harrow (she assumed), Leilani padding along beside her, looking slightly suspicious as she watched their movements. Nuana on the other hand was relishing in her "power" she held over the two "awestruck" twins.
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 5, 2024 17:04:19 GMT -8
Harrow stopped walking and mouthed 'I don't concern myself with small matters' while tilting his head from side to side, her opinion didn't matter anyway, at least he was handsomer than his identical twin. He rolled his eyes, ''Harrow, my younger brother, you certainly don't know where you are taking this angle fish faced lady do you? Follow me,'' he said stepping forward and leading them to a ledge that overlooked the pine forest, ''here we are,'' he said with a flourishing bow, ''the best part of the sky, perfumed by the sweet smell of pine.''
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 5, 2024 18:07:22 GMT -8
Elexian entered the well lit cavern that was known as the hatchery. He always liked the clean fresh smell that it had for the caretakers were always very careful to keep bedding fresh and that the general area was kept clean. He also loved hearing the squeaks and gurgles of young dragonlings as they pranced about trying out their powers or flaring their wings as if about to try flight. Thyra the head of the hatchery was at the back caring for some of the rescued eggs and making sure that the laying mothers were comfortable. Silently he approached a couple of young dragons scuffling in a corner. Smiling he knelt down and watched as they wrestled and tumbled all over each other, suddenly a small blue ice dragon broke from the group and body approached the elf. The little fellow was not even taller than his knee and his luminescent scales glinted from the ever flickering torch light. The little dragon puffed out his narrow chest then blue out a cold frost, covering Elexian's knee in a thin sheet of ice, ''well young fellow, your sure to be a feisty one once you get big, and I can see you will be big,'' he said studying the stocky appearance of the blue dragonling.
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Post by tenebria on Mar 6, 2024 9:19:26 GMT -8
Alalëa caught her breath as Islingr flashed towards the elf, and it was with relief that she heard as well as felt the clang of metal against metal. But the dark elf did not stop there. With a breathtakingly agile leap she spun over the thumming Urumi, landing on the other and lunging forward in an attack. An opponent! Alalëa's eyes gleamed and she focused herself, throwing her Urumi towards the incoming katanas, the swift jerking movement creating that familiar wave of sound as the links slid together to form a gleaming silver blade, which clashed with an adrenaline thrilling clash against the dark blade. Now here... this would be worth her energy.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 6, 2024 13:59:55 GMT -8
Firasko still held off the metallic lashing weapon whilst swiftly moving around under her katana that was in the defensive position, and attacked again with her right Katana, her adrenaline rushing as she concentrated on making her next move, which was a slight side roll through the air and another attack with her second katana from the side, backing up her first one.
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Post by tenebria on Mar 6, 2024 14:59:15 GMT -8
Alalëa whirled Islingr back with a snap, the links breaking apart, white metal flashing between blindingly. As the attacking katana swung towards her she flicked her wrist, bending back with agility as it seemed to cut the air above her, Islingr clashing with both weapons as once as another attack came from the side. Whirling her weapon with blinding speed, she leapt back to her feet and immediately followed with a feinting leap to the left side before slipping under a flashing deathly blade. Islingr thrummed in front of her as a living shield, until she swung it out, the weapon cracking with a flash of metal as it sped in an arc at the left. Fighting two blades was no joke... but she trusted Islingr as if it were another living creature protecting her.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 6, 2024 15:15:01 GMT -8
Firasko, although very adrenalized, was very much enjoying the challenge of a real living opponent. A hard challenge it was, for Allalea was very strong, and was well practiced in wielding her weapon. More than that, they acted as one, and that made the challenge all the more worthwhile. The linked sword came again for her with breathtaking speed, and Firasko backbend ducked quickly, using the right katana for defense this time, and flipping back up once the whip had passed, only to parry it with her defensive Katana when it came at her again, she whirled, doing a hellicopter rotor like move with both swords while ducking, then rolling back slightly, before jumping up again, the redhjilted on once again on the offense, her eyes darting all over the place to take in as much as possible.
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