Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2012 0:31:05 GMT -5
Bang! Wham! Grrrargh! Echoes boomed through the castle corridors and shadows moved recklessly back and forth between anonther shadow as it slammed itself repeatedly against it. Turning a corner, one could see exactly what was going on. A brown and white wolf was running towards a cushion with a crudely drawn smile on its face. It then pounced, grabbed somewhere on its face, tore, and bounced back from the wall, only to run a few feet and turn around to do the whole process over again. It was an activity to train her aims, but to others it may seem as if she was trying to just rip apart a cushion or had issues with humans. The later was completely wrong though. Humans were great and all, but her real problem was that other pack. The cushion with the crude face was actually that of a random idiot from said pack, one of which she wanted to frankly beat the crud out of.
As Keavy, the Beta of Rulin, turned again to practice a lunge again, she growled heavily and thrust herself towards it. This time she grabbed nothing, but her body took full impact against the unforgiving stone. Nothing better than a ton of bricks showing you who's boss after knawing on a cushion for the last half hour. She cringed, but got back up.
A flying bird, drew her attention to a window across from her. It was a beautiful afternoon, but it didn't keep her attention for long. Keavy panted for breath and then took her place again. She was in the armory training and frankly, didn't give a whiff about the pretty sky at the moment. Her pack was what was important and that meant protecting. Protecting meant fighting and of course that meant training.
Her form took in a suck of air again and then ran towards the 'opponent' again.
As Keavy, the Beta of Rulin, turned again to practice a lunge again, she growled heavily and thrust herself towards it. This time she grabbed nothing, but her body took full impact against the unforgiving stone. Nothing better than a ton of bricks showing you who's boss after knawing on a cushion for the last half hour. She cringed, but got back up.
A flying bird, drew her attention to a window across from her. It was a beautiful afternoon, but it didn't keep her attention for long. Keavy panted for breath and then took her place again. She was in the armory training and frankly, didn't give a whiff about the pretty sky at the moment. Her pack was what was important and that meant protecting. Protecting meant fighting and of course that meant training.
Her form took in a suck of air again and then ran towards the 'opponent' again.