Post by T on Apr 10, 2013 21:48:05 GMT -5
The day was young still, our star peaking above the dunes and pines of Reguba Hollow. The sun showered our brilliant abode with scorching rays tinged with blush hues and licked with the lavender tint of dawn. The mountain was well, as always, bustling with hungry hares as they piled into the mess hall for their early breakfast. Maddie rose early to sneak a snack from the kitchens, then went straight to practice with her metal, double bladed bow-staff deemed Archonae. The young, pallid hare was very quick in the wrist, wielding the perilous weapon with great fluency and speed; momentum is on her side when using her Archonae. Over the years, she has grown absoballylutely amazing with this armament, though has practiced never around her peers. None know of her skill with her weapon; Madiline quickly switches from Archonae to sling when hares start piling in the training hollow to improve their battling talents.
It was an average day, Maddie down in the hollow, others up in the mess hall eating plum duff and apple crumble with bowls of salad set here and there, cheese nicely sliced and set on plates. The mushroom and cauliflower bake was already devoured by the Salamandastron hares, empty dishes being taken back to the kitchen and scrubbed clean, soon to be ready for the next meal. The Salamandastron cooks were always busy, our current one a bit protuberant at the waist, a furry belly bulging out beneath the hare's apron. It was too loud; much too loud and crowded for our white furred friend. Madiline kept to herself.
Maddie heard noise by the entrance and quickly halted in her stance, right foot out, left foot neatly behind her, and the deadly point of her Archonae (which she held in her right hand) sticking outwards. Her left elbow was tucked backwards, paw at the ready to retrieve the weapon after a quick turn to the right, but her time was out. The hare stood straight and tied the cloth back on to both ends of her weapon, slipping it over her shoulder and retrieving her sling on her right hip. Praise made her nervous, and anything derogatory would just upset her, so why bother with either stressing standpoints?
A plush figure, taking the form of a creature (though too bulky and shapeless to be a specific species), was heaped on the other side of the hollow. It was just sand wrapped in a thick cloth and dressed in armor to prevent the cloth from ripping and sand to be everywhere. It was also useful to find a way to hit a creature under armor, finding key locations for a strike with a blade or a hit with an arrow (or sling, or any other weapon). A small smile formed on the northern hare's mouth as she readied her sling after picking up a stray pebble on the floor. Gaining momentum, the sling spun faster and faster around. She released it at the target clumsily, accidentally. One would think she would get better with the weapon they think she uses all the time, but Maddie is usually tired after working with her blades earlier than all the other hares.
The stone flew through the hollow and missed the armored mound of sand, passing by its right ear and hitting the wall with a loud crack.
I missed it. She thought angrily to herself. Turning towards the entrance with a distant frown on her face, rashly forcing a smile, Maddie prepared to greet her fellow hares that just finished their morning snack.
It was an average day, Maddie down in the hollow, others up in the mess hall eating plum duff and apple crumble with bowls of salad set here and there, cheese nicely sliced and set on plates. The mushroom and cauliflower bake was already devoured by the Salamandastron hares, empty dishes being taken back to the kitchen and scrubbed clean, soon to be ready for the next meal. The Salamandastron cooks were always busy, our current one a bit protuberant at the waist, a furry belly bulging out beneath the hare's apron. It was too loud; much too loud and crowded for our white furred friend. Madiline kept to herself.
Maddie heard noise by the entrance and quickly halted in her stance, right foot out, left foot neatly behind her, and the deadly point of her Archonae (which she held in her right hand) sticking outwards. Her left elbow was tucked backwards, paw at the ready to retrieve the weapon after a quick turn to the right, but her time was out. The hare stood straight and tied the cloth back on to both ends of her weapon, slipping it over her shoulder and retrieving her sling on her right hip. Praise made her nervous, and anything derogatory would just upset her, so why bother with either stressing standpoints?
A plush figure, taking the form of a creature (though too bulky and shapeless to be a specific species), was heaped on the other side of the hollow. It was just sand wrapped in a thick cloth and dressed in armor to prevent the cloth from ripping and sand to be everywhere. It was also useful to find a way to hit a creature under armor, finding key locations for a strike with a blade or a hit with an arrow (or sling, or any other weapon). A small smile formed on the northern hare's mouth as she readied her sling after picking up a stray pebble on the floor. Gaining momentum, the sling spun faster and faster around. She released it at the target clumsily, accidentally. One would think she would get better with the weapon they think she uses all the time, but Maddie is usually tired after working with her blades earlier than all the other hares.
The stone flew through the hollow and missed the armored mound of sand, passing by its right ear and hitting the wall with a loud crack.
I missed it. She thought angrily to herself. Turning towards the entrance with a distant frown on her face, rashly forcing a smile, Maddie prepared to greet her fellow hares that just finished their morning snack.
