{Warstorm Pav.} Easing into Training (Jez)

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{Warstorm Pav.} Easing into Training (Jez)

Postby Ramona Silvertongue on April 27th, 2017, 7:38 pm

Easing into Training

66th, Spring, 517av


Throughout her time spent in Endrykas, Ramona Silvertongue of Gamora and Akilly Silvertongue, had learned plenty. Although, she had developed concepts that of which she hadn't found it pleasing. She didn't enjoy bringing up her past, it was something that felt difficult... challenging even for her to do. It's been awhile since her parents had died by the hands of a couple nasty Ziths who had even dared setting their wings on their land. She remembered, those nightmares she still had after both of her parents had been killed. They were quite vivid, and very very real. Although, her nightmares don't occur as much as they did back then, she still has them occasionally, and she wanted to make them go away. Though, she knew quite well... her fears were a part of her self conscious, and there was nothing she could do about it.

For a few years, her father, Akilly had been teaching her how to do many things; how to fight, how to use a bow, webbing even, and of course, hunting. Just a few years before they died, her father had introduced her into using the short bow. Ramona was excited about it of course, and why wouldn't she? It was a thing of pride that she felt with her father teaching her how to do all of these things, but now... it's going to be challenging for her.

She still has her brother Bhug, who is only five years of age. He's barely learning how to understand the world around him, and he's understanding by learning how to fight. Almost like his sister, but his sister, Ramona, didn't want to understand the world through survival. Although... it was a thing that every Drykas has to go through, no doubt behind it. So of course, the one place where she would go, was the Warstorm Pavillion. She heard of some of the stories of the Champions that fought during the tournaments of battle. She wanted to be strong like them, and to do that... she of course needed to train. She brought what she needed; her short bow, her quiver of arrows, and her fists.

Ramona listened to the whispers of the winds, she could hear the Djed calling out to her. She needed to make sure that her tent was fine, and make sure that Bhug was alright. He usually hangs around with the other kids his age that are a part of the Diamond Clan, and would occasionally stay near his tent. She could sense that his link was still close to the tent.
Hopefully, he won't stray too far away. Ramona still has yet to see his responsibility.

Ramona was steadily riding on top of Anthem, her strider. To which, she is bonded to, her windmarks on her arms prove her bonds. Anthem had a dark coat of fur, like the color of a crows. White hooves, as white as snow itself.

"Anthem, thank you for the ride." Ramona said in a pleased tone, she swung one leg over while Anthem continued to trot, he trotted closer and closer towards the Warstorm Pavillion. Anthem nickered in response and shook his head. Ramona patted the strider, and quickly slid down the side of his body. She stumbled a bit, as she wasn't used to jumping off of the stallion. The strider slowed his pace, and Ramona went to recover her short bow. She struggled a bit to get the short bow out of the grasp when she tied it around the Yvas. She also went and fairly managed to gather her quiver. She took a deep breath, and patiently waited for the Djed to flow out of her system.

It took a few chimes, but Ramona had felt a slight wave of dizziness, no thanks to the effects of using Djed, and although she is just a novice, she was glad she hadn't passed out. If she was, she would think that she needed some more practice with it. Anthem trotted beside her, matching her slow pace when he can. She smiled over to him, and slung her short bow over her shoulder. She patted the strider with her left hand. She was glad to have him by her side, and she knew that he was glad to have her also.

Ramona was surprised, just by a bit, to see her fellow Drykas among the training fields of the Warstorm Pavillion. There was a couple of dummies set up for combat, one of them was unoccupied, and Ramona had decided that that one would be hers for training.

"How about, you go lie down Anthem. Yes?" She asked the strider sweetly and motioned him to lie over by a nice clean space beneath the tree. Anthem snorted, then nickered, and trotted over to the aloof tree. Ramona wasn't worried of Anthem running off, but if he did, he would usually stay as close as he can to her. The huntress then ambled over to the dummy, and stood at least 10-15ft away, she readied an arrow, as she pulled one out of the quiver, and carefully aimed towards the chest of the dummy.

She released the arrow. It flew the distance of where she stood. Though, unfortunately, it hit the ground, it had seemed that she hadn't used enough force when pulling the string, or it might have been the bend of where she was? She didn't understand... not entirely. Though, it didn't hurt for her to try again.
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{Warstorm Pav.} Easing into Training (Jez)

Postby Jez Firetongue on April 30th, 2017, 10:03 pm

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66th of Spring 517 AV

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Since arriving back in Endrykas Jez had done little more than sit by the hearth and help out with small jobs that didn’t require a lot of movement. Seeing his restlessness and need to contribute, his father had finally given him a task away from the Pavilion. Usually Jez wasn’t happy about his father’s indifference but today it was a blessing; the rest of his family wanted him to rest his injuries for longer but his father had had no issue with pushing him before he was fully healed. He had visited the Predator’s Post in the Diamond Clan to see which trained predators they had available, so that he could report back to his father who would then confer with their Ankal about possible purchases. It wasn’t a task that only Jez could do, but it saved the currently more useful members of his family a few Bells, during which they could perform more useful duties for the Pavilion.

He decided to pass by the Warstorm Pavilion on his way back to the Amethyst Clan. He was still too sore to actually use his shortbow so had left it behind today, but wanted to watch for a while. The infected snake bite in his left forearm was almost fully healed, though looking at it he assumed there would be a small scar. The sprain in his right wrist was feeling much better but still twinged and required more rest. The deep gash on his left palm and burn on top of his right hand both looked a lot better but were still angrily red. Combined, these injuries meant he wouldn’t be using his bow for a little while.

More serious were the injuries that had him riding Eva, his Pavilion’s docile Seme, rather than his bonded Strider, Wind. His fractured right foot was still tightly bandaged and meant that he currently walked with a limp. His torso was covered in bandages, hiding a wolf bite in his right shoulder and the stitched claw marks leading from chest to hip. Wind was too energetic to ride while these wounds healed, Jez not wanting to risk opening them if his Strider made sudden moves. Eva was older and slower, but reliable. The Drykas was also shirtless, not wanting to experience the painful tug of fabric over the bandages, meaning that he could proudly display the windmarks down his back.

He slowed Eva a short distance from the training dummies outside the Warstorm Pavilion, observing from behind the archers as they shot at the targets with varying degrees of accuracy. He dismounted Eva carefully, wincing as he jostled his wounds, and stood beside the mare to watch for a little while. Hopefully he could pick up a few tips from the more experienced Drykas there. Through his travels to Riverfall he had only been successful in one hunt with his bow, surviving instead on travelling rations for the majority of the time. Even that hunt hadn’t had a great final result, as evidenced by his still healing hands. Amidst those training he couldn’t help the smile as one woman drew back her arrow and fired, but landed short of the target. At least he wasn’t the only one still learning.



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{Warstorm Pav.} Easing into Training (Jez)

Postby Ramona Silvertongue on May 1st, 2017, 9:51 pm

Easing into Training

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Ramona felt the feeling of embarrassment tingle through her body. If she wanted to become better, she needed to practice for a large amount of time before going out to hunt larger prey. She knew now, that with her skills she should stay closer to the Tent City of Endrykas. She didn't want to stray too far, it would be dangerous. Especially, with one such as inexperienced as herself. It also won't be very wise to hunt by herself.

Even hunting with fellow Drkas, the predators outside of Endrykas; they don't have to be alone either. Some predators, like coyotes, they hunt in packs. Wolfs... and Ziths. As Ramona thought about the Ziths, her body tensed, and she was holding her second arrow quite tightly, brown locks waving around in the wind as the wind passed by.

The huntress recalled the moment of when the Zith's last attacked their city. She remembered fighting alongside her parents to protect their Pavillion as well as the heat of Endrykas. She wasn't the best fighter, but she had her parents to cover for her. Until....

She grasped her short bow tightly, a free ticks later, she released her arrow. Hey lips curled into a smile, thonk. The arrowhead had made contact, finally. Third time the charm. She was excited, but nonetheless, she still knew that she had to practice. She only made 1/3 shots. She decided to gather her arrows, before shooting any more. She wanted to be careful, she only had twenty of them. It'd just be better for her if she went and picked them up herself.

She smiled slightly as she picked up her third arrow, and she seemed to be easily distracted. As she lifted her head back up, she noticed that there was a man, who was sitting on the ground, he looked quite roughened up. She wondered if he needed some attention. She wasn't a Healer, but she could appoint him to someone for him. Anthem was still lying over by the grass, collecting the shade as he lied comfortably on his side. Ramona hadn't seen anyone beaten this badly for years...

She decided to walk up to him, she was curious to learn of this man's story. What had he done to earn those marks, those scratches, those scars. It must have been an interesting encounter(s) to receive all of that pain. Though, Ramona's father had always said, that what doesn't kill you make you stronger on the inside. She wondered how true this was.

As she ambled closer to Jez, she thought about what to say, she really didn't know what to say. Yes, he looked handsome, but really... a lot of the other Drykas males here do as well. It's competition to be the strongest. She smiled over and wondered how the man would react if she asked if she could sit next to him. She figured she could start steady.

"Greetings, I am Ramona, mind if I'd sit beside you?"
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{Warstorm Pav.} Easing into Training (Jez)

Postby Jez Firetongue on May 31st, 2017, 9:13 pm

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Jez had rarely had reason to visit the Warstorm Pavilion in the past. His last visit had been during the Triathlon. It had been an exciting competition and, though he hadn’t won any of the events, he’d had a great time seeing old friends again. He smiled as he thought back on the day, patting the shoulder of his Pavilion’s Seme mare, “Wouldn’t see you running like Wind did back then, huh?” While Eva was helpful during his recovery, he couldn’t wait to be healed enough to ride Wind again; no steed was better than his Strider stallion.

Jez knew not to stay at the Warstorm Pavilion for too long. His family were still concerned that his injuries weren’t healed enough, even for a simple journey through part of Endrykas. If he stayed away too long they might end up talking to their Ankal, pulling him away from more worthwhile duties to check on him within the Web. Jez had been tied into the Web in his seventeenth year, upon earning his windmarks by bonding with Wind. He had been too young and inexperienced at the time to be taught the intricacies of webbing. Now things were different, and his Ankal believed him to be ready. Just a few days ago Jez had begun learning how to access the Web.

Being able to delve into the Web, to one day use the skill for the good of his people, was exciting to Jez. However, he knew better than to ignore his Ankal’s warnings. He wouldn’t get involved too much, too quickly with the Web. Magic was dangerous; Jez had grown up with horror stories about Drykas that overextended, tales of men who got lost in the Web or, far scarier, had chosen not to return from it. For now Jez would take his lessons slowly, heeding the risks.

The slight ache from dismounting the mare grew as Jez watched the archers for a few Chimes. He winced and decided to sit down for a while, to rest so that his observations and journey back would be easier. After sitting he stretched out his right leg, easing the pressure of standing off of the fractured right foot. Jez doubted Eva would wander home alone, even without him stood beside her. He was proven right when the mare took a few steps from where he sat, paused to look back at him still in the same spot, and stopped to graze instead of walking further away.

Jez was vaguely aware that he stood out more than usual right now. He was accompanied by a Seme rather than a bonded Strider. The bandages that protected his wolf wounds also wrapped around his back, covering up the majority of the windmarks that stretched down his spine. If it wasn’t for his Amethyst Clan sash and knotted hair accessories he wouldn’t like very much like a Drykas at all. In all it was evident he had had an interesting season.

Jez continued to watch the same women from his seat on the grass as she drew another arrow. She seemed tense but it didn’t affect her shooting, the arrow making contact with the target. He grinned for her, knowing full well the joy of hitting a target after multiple misses. As she headed to the target, presumably to collect her arrows, Jez turned to look at another archer. This women held herself with confidence, taking aim and firing without any of the hesitation Jez experienced. Jez looked over her stance to pick up any tips he could, noticing that her legs were shoulder width apart. It was a narrower stance than he used and, as her arrow hit the centre of her target, Jez decided when he next practised he would adopt it.

As he watched Jez coughed without thought, to clear a tickle in his throat, and another spike of pain shot through him. He winced again, feeling pretty sorry for himself but knowing the injuries were his own fault for travelling alone. He was only grateful that Wind hadn’t been harmed. Jez pressed his right hand gently against the bandages on his lower left torso, trying to ease the pain. With his focus on the wound he didn’t realise the first woman he’d been watching was approaching until she greeted him.

Jez smiled up at her and gestured his left hand beside him, signing sit. The sign revealed the almost healed gash across his left palm. Of her appearance, the tattoos down her arms stood out most to Jez, revealing her as Drykas and thus someone safe to him. “Hello Ramona, I’m more than happy to have the company. I don’t believe we’ve met before. I am Jez, of the Firetongue Pavilion,” he introduced himself, not needing to mention being in the Amethyst Clan as she should recognise the purple sash around his waist, “I was watching your shooting just now. I’ve been trying to learn to use my shortbow seriously this season, but I’ve got a pretty long way to go.”


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{Warstorm Pav.} Easing into Training (Jez)

Postby Ramona Silvertongue on June 4th, 2017, 6:47 pm

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“Hello Ramona, I’m more than happy to have the company. I don’t believe we’ve met before. I am Jez, of the Firetongue Pavilion,” Jez spoke with such formality, it didn't bother Ramona much. He kinds of reminded her of her father, but Ramona didn't want to feel too deep today. She needed the practice as much as she can get, but Jez here- he looked like he needed some company and Ramona wasn't going to let just the grass be his company. He could watch everyone else, but that's not fun, and Ramona wants to give everyone fun, mostly to those who look like they need it. Jez, he looked like he needed it. So Ramona came over, and he doesn't mind the company.

"I am of the Silvertongue Pavillion, of the Amethyst Clan," Ramona replied with a sweet smile. The only thing fairly noticeable of her being a part of the Amethyst was the purple beads that she donned within her hair, but her hair was more or less tied into a tight bun, and a lot of the beds were merely covered up, and so that left Ramona with nothing else that was noticeable that she was a part of the Amethyst. Though, as she looked down at Jez, she did notice the vibrant purple sash that he had beside him. It looked gorgeous.

Your sash, she signed, and pointed at it, looks magnificent. She concluded and sat down beside the man, her shortbow across her lap as she sat in a pretzel style. Her quiver full of arrows rested against her, some peeking out of the quiver to taunt Ramona- almost asking her to put them back inside the quiver, but Ramona didn't mind at the moment. Small things like arrows outside of the quiver don't bother as much. Though, if her brother Bug decided to not make his bedroll, and clean up after himself, she will do something about it. Although, she was always gentle with him. Always had been, and always will. He is only five years of age after all.

“I was watching your shooting just now. I’ve been trying to learn to use my shortbow seriously this season, but I’ve got a pretty long way to go.” Ramona blushed, she didn't necessarily believe that she had watchers, but she also didn't mind it too much that she did.

"Yes, I do too, I want to become a Watchman some day. I'm hoping it'd be soon, but one of my father's good friends say that I need more work on my physical skills." Ramona responded openly and hoestly, she was curious of the man's wounds. She thought of so many ways of how he could have had gotten them. She looks down on him, "How have you received these injuries?" She asked with a sense of warmth as she had a finger that traced the wrapping of Jez's wounds, but instinctively did not touch them. She didn't want to hurt the man.
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